Disclaimer: Still don't own Danny Phantom.

Too Early

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Dr. Rossell looked up from Sam's chart and smiled at her.

"Well, everything is looking pretty good. I do want you to try to stay off your feet a little more because you have some swelling in your ankles, which will probably only get worse in the next six weeks or so, and I want to see you in two weeks."

Sam left the doctor's office and headed toward the hospital where she was supposed to be meeting Danny for their prenatal class. When she entered the room, she looked around and was surprised to see Jazz standing against the wall.

"Jazz, what are you doing here?"

"Hey Sam, Danny got a little sidetracked if you know what I mean and I said I'd meet you here for your class until he shows up."

Sam nodded. "Well thanks Jazz, I appreciate it."

"No problem, your lucky I showed up at the office to talk to him about something. When I got there he was begging Tucker for help."

Sam snorted as the two women went and found seats. "Like that would have happened. Danny had to physically drag Tucker into the hospital when Valerie had the twins, then they threw him out because he caused such a commotion."

Danny finally appeared about halfway through the class and Jazz stayed and went to dinner with them after. By the time Danny and Sam got home, Sam was tired, swollen, and grumpy.

"I can't wait for the next six weeks to be over." The phone rang as they entered the house and Danny answered it. After talking for a minute, he hung up and turned to Sam.

"Tucker's coming over so we can get some of the furniture put together in the nursery."

Sam nodded to let him know that she had heard him and walked upstairs. After changing into some maternity sweatpants, she felt more comfortable and when she came back downstairs a few minutes later, Danny was letting Tucker in the door. Tucker looked up as she was descending the stairs.

"Whoa, Sam you're getting big!"

Sam stopped abruptly and stared at Tucker before calmly turning around and without saying a word walked back upstairs and into the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind her.

Danny glared at him. "Way to go Tuck."

"What?"

"Do you remember nothing about your wife when she was pregnant?" Danny asked him sarcastically.

Tucker looked baffled. "What are you talking…?" Comprehension dawned on his face suddenly. "Ooh, heh heh, I guess that probably didn't come out right did it? She is going to kill me."

Danny rolled his eyes at his best friend before heading for the stairs. "Tuck, you definitely, do not have a way with words. Why don't you make yourself at home while I go try to convince Sam to extend your life a little longer." Danny walked up the stairs and to the bedroom door and opened it, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. Sam wasn't in the bedroom area and he noticed that the bathroom door was shut so he walked over quietly and knocked gently on the door.

"Sam? Come on out honey, Tucker didn't mean that."

He heard movement and the door opened slowly and Sam stood in front of him looking at the floor. She tried to brush past him but he stopped her and put his hand under her chin tipping her face up to his. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears and he could see where she had wiped away a few that had already escaped. Sighing heavily, Danny took hold of her hands and led her to the bed, sitting down on the side and drawing her down next to him. Releasing one of her hands, he reached up and wiped another tear as it fell down her pale cheek.

"Sam relax, you're pregnant, you're not big or fat, or anything else like that, Tucker is just an idiot," he said as he drew her into a hug. Sam buried her head in his chest and mumbled something. Not hearing her he pulled back a little bit.

"What?"

She glanced up at him before looking down again and mumbling "arottal"

"What, honey, I can't understand you."

She looked up at him, frowning at him, a blush spreading across her face. "I said I waddle." She glared at him. "And don't even try and tell me I don't Danny Fenton because I know I do and I can tell when you're lying."

Danny bit the inside of his lip to keep from laughing. He had to admit that she did have a bit of a waddle now but personally he thought she looked adorable. He wrapped his arms tighter around her and kissed the top of her head before pulling back again and looking at her with a big grin.

"Well, it's just my opinion Mrs. Fenton but I have to say that as slight as it is, I think you have the cutest waddle I've ever seen." He winked at her slyly. "Why do you think I spend so much time walking behind you?"

Sam rolled her eyes and couldn't suppress a giggle. "You are so full of it Fenton."

Tucker stayed out of Sam's way for the rest of the evening and he and Danny got the crib and changing table put together while Sam sat quietly and read.

OOOOOOO

Sam sat at her desk in her office trying to concentrate on a residential complaint about pollution at an old local mill, but she kept shifting to ease a pain in her back. Sighing, she put the file down and decided to get up and walk around for a few minutes. She went to the restroom and then strolled around the building for a couple of minutes. As she was heading back to her office she felt a squeezing pain run across the front of her stomach and she stopped for a minute. It went away quickly and she continued. As the afternoon continued, she kept getting pain off and on and finally decided to call her doctor. The nurse she spoke with told her it was probably nothing to worry about but suggested she come into the office to be checked out and not to drive herself. She called Danny who left work immediately to come pick her up. When they arrived at the doctor's office Sam was still getting the pains about ten minutes apart. Dr. Rossell took her right away and called Danny in after she had finished examining Sam.

"Okay, I think that you are having contractions but you still have about five weeks left and the baby is fairly small, so what I would like to do is admit you to the hospital and put you on a monitor so we can keep an eye on these contractions. If they continue we'll give you something to stop them."

Sam frowned at her. "How long will I have to be in there?"

The doctor smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, chances are you will be out of there sometime tomorrow or the next day, we just want to make sure you don't go into labor early."

Sam wasn't very happy but agreed, Danny drove her over, and they got her admitted. Danny requested a private room, knowing that Sam was uncomfortable around people she didn't know well. Once she was settled and hooked up to the monitor Danny left to go home and get some of her personal things and call their parents, Jazz, and Tucker to let them know what was going on. When he got back up to the maternity ward and the receptionist let him in, he could hear Sam arguing with someone. Frowning he walked quicker and entered the room to find her arguing with an older nurse, who was holding a paper cup, and Sam sitting mutinously with her arms folded, glaring at the woman.

"Hey, what's the matter Sam?"

The nurse turned around to face him. "Are you Mr. Fenton?" She demanded.

Scowling, Danny put down the things he had brought and walked over to the bed, leaning down and giving Sam a quick kiss on the cheek before turning toward the woman.

"Yes, I am. Is there a problem?"

"Well I should say so," the nurse said haughtily. "Mrs. Fenton refuses to take the medicine that has been prescribed for her."

"I already told you I don't need it and I won't take it," Sam said harshly before turning to Danny. "She's trying to give me a sleeping pill."

Danny frowned, unconsciously rubbing his hand up and down on her back to relax her. "You said the doctor ordered this?"

"Yes."

"Dr. Rossell would not order that for me, she knows I don't want to take unnecessary medication," Sam said stubbornly.

The nurse glared back at her. "The order is right in your chart Mrs. Fenton, if the doctor thinks you need it then you will take this, if not in pill form then an injection.

Danny felt Sam stiffen and her lilac eyes sparked with anger and knew he should step in. "Could you check the chart to see if it was Dr. Rossell who gave the order please?"

The nurse muttered under her breath and stomped out of the room. Sam's shoulders slumped and she tiredly leaned against Danny, frowning and rubbing her stomach. Danny looked at the monitor and noticed she was having another contraction.

"You have to calm down Sam, this stress isn't helping."

"I know, but that woman is a witch."

Danny sat down on the bed next to her and let her turn slightly to the side and rest against him as he continued to rub her back. "Let's double check who gave the order, and if it was Dr. Rossell we'll have them call her," he said.

The nurse entered the room with Sam's chart with a slight sneer on her lips. "Dr. Palmer gave the order; see for yourself, "she said shoving the chart at Danny.

He glanced down, read the order and Dr. Palmer's signature, and then down at Sam. Her eyes were closed and she had a slight frown on her face and she was obviously tired.

"Look, my wife doesn't want to take any medications unless there's no other choice and Dr. Rossell agreed with that. I don't really think she needs it, she's almost asleep right now."

"The doctor gave…"

"If you want to get in touch with her doctor and she thinks Sam needs it then I'll make sure she takes it, otherwise she's not taking the pill," Danny said quietly but firmly. The nurse stared at him for a moment like she was going to argue, but then simply gave him a dirty look and left the room.