Terror

"You know, I'm really into this whole health craze T-Bo's been into since his dermatologist told him better foods helps your skin," Carly said, sipping her smoothie at the Groovy Smoothie. "But a butternut squash smoothie? Not so good."

"Which is why I stuck to my usual," Sam said, sticking a straw into her own drink. "A very berry blitz." She took a sip of her beverage, but a second later, she was hit with a sudden, overwhelming wave of nausea.

"Sam, are you okay?" Carly frowned as Sam quickly bolted up and dashed to the bathrooms.

Sam pushed the doors of the restroom open, shoving two ladies out of the way as she ran into one of the stalls and vomited the contents of her stomach.

"Sam?" Carly said, coming to her best friend's aid, pulling her hair back for her. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

"I dunno," Sam mumbled, getting to her feet. "I think I may be getting a stomach flu. All week I've been throwing up right when I wake up."

"You should go home and rest then," Carly said. "Do you want me to call Freddie?"

"No, he's been busy at work," Sam said, opening her purse to grab a mint. "And I feel fine now, really. I don't know what kind of stomach thing I have, but I never feel sick for more than a few minutes after."
"Well, you should still go rest," Carly said. "Want me to come check on you later?"

"No, mother," Sam smiled, rolling her eyes.

"Alright," Carly laughed. She looked at her watch. "Oh! I'm supposed to go meet Spencer and help him deliver his horse stature. I'll see you later. Feel better!"

"Thanks, Carls," Sam said as Carly rushed out of the bathroom. Once her best friend was gone, Sam opened her bag again and pulled out the small, rectangular box she had bought at the drug store right before she met Carly. She stared at the pregnancy test, in deep contemplation.

It's probably nothing, Sam told herself. But I mean, it wouldn't hurt to use it, would it? I mean, I probably just have some weird bug or something.

She stuffed the pregnancy test back into her purse, splashed some water onto her face and then headed out of the bathroom.

….

"Okay," Sam said, ripping open the box as she walked into the bathroom that was connected to her and Freddie's bedroom. "So…I think I just pee on this…Good thing I just chugged all that grape juice."

Once Sam had finished, she set the pregnancy test down on the counter and looked at the back of the box.

"A pink plus sign means pregnant," Sam read. "And a blue line means not. Seems simple enough. Now I just wait…three minutes."

She set a timer on her pearphone and sat down on the edge of the bathtub.

It was going to come back negative. Sure, her and Freddie were married; obviously they've been doing the necessary 'activities' to get pregnant, but still, her and Freddie hadn't really given any thought to kids just yet. They both agreed that they wanted them in the future, maybe in five years, when Freddie would most likely be head of his firm at the Pear Company and Sam would be comfortably situated at her job as a television show writer.

A baby wouldn't be so bad though, Sam found herself thinking. Despite her tough attitude, she did have a sweet spot for babies. Not that I am pregnant…

Finally, the timer went off on Sam's pearphone. She jumped up and with a shaky hand, picked up the pregnancy test.

She had been so prepared to see the blue line that she nearly dropped the test when she saw a small, pink plus sign instead.

"Holy chiz," Sam said softly. She was pregnant. She was having a baby. There was a baby actually inside of her right this very moment.

She placed a hand on her flat abdomen and tried to imagine how something could really be growing in her right now.

She racked her brain, trying to think back to any other signs she might've exhibited over the past few weeks to point to pregnancy. Her feet had been pretty swollen lately, but she had chalked that up to having to wear heels to work everyday. She had always been irregular, so she hadn't given any thought to the fact that she had been late for the past two months, and then there was the morning sickness.

And slowly the shock began to be replaced by a feeling of happiness. She was going to be a mom. Her and Freddie were going to raise this child together!

Freddie…She was going to have to tell Freddie. Tonight. But how? She was telling him she was pregnant with their first child; she had to do this right…

…..

"Man, you would not believe how terrible work was today," Freddie said, dragging his feet into his and Sam's house. "I had a five-hour meeting with my boss, who is an absolute terror, and I was just told that I need to come into work for the next five Saturdays." He collapsed onto the couch. "I swear, I'm not moving from this spot for the next three hours."

"Come on, I have something to show you," Sam said, grabbing his hand to pull him up.

"Sam," Freddie moaned. "I'm to tired."

"Please, baby, for me?" Sam said.

"Fine," Freddie sighed, getting to his feet. "But Sam, if you bought another penguin online -"

"No, calm your butt," Sam said, leading him upstairs.

"Calm my butt?" Freddie frowned.

"Yes! Now sit," Sam said as she walked into their bedroom, pushing him onto the bed.

"Um, okay," Freddie said.

"Alright," Sam said, sitting down next to him. She pulled out a shoebox from the drawer of her bedside table. "Open this box, and tell me what all the items have in common."

"What?" Freddie said.

"Just do it!" Sam said.

"Alright," Freddie said, giving his wife a strange look. "I still have no idea what's going on here…"

He lifted the lid off the box and pulled out a small, plastic toy pig, a picture of Sam's idol, the World's Fattest Priest, an old shoelace, a copy of Boogie Bear, and a pair of glasses.

"Sam, these things have nothing in common," Freddie said.

"What? Yes they do!" Sam said. "Use your brain, nub!"

"Um, these things were all probably in the trunk of your car?" Freddie guessed. "Which you really should clean out, Sam."

"Nope," Sam said. "Keep thinking."

"Hmm, are these all things Gibby's tried to sell at that pawn shop in Vegas?" Freddie asked. "Seriously, ever since he sold his head there, he's convinced he can make a fortune off of anything."

"No!" Sam said. "Come on, baby, you graduated number one in our class in high school and you can't figure what these things have in common?"

"No, because it's impossible!" Freddie said.

"Ugh, isn't it obvious?" Sam asked. "They all relate to babies!"

"Huh?" Freddie frowned. "I'm confused? Why are you showing me a box full of stuff that relate to babies?"

"Because…" Sam smiled. "I think it's going to be a pretty big topic in our house for the next nine months."

"Why?" Freddie asked. "Is there a-Wait a minute…Sam? You-You're not-"

"Freddie," Sam said softly, still smiling. "I'm pregnant."

Freddie's eyes widened. "You-I-You're-You're really-"

"I took the test today," Sam nodded. "And I'm definitely pregnant."
Freddie, who still looked like a deer in headlights, could not even put together a phrase; he simply continued to stare at Sam.

"Look, I-I know we didn't plan to do this for a few more years," Sam said, a bit nervous about Freddie's reaction. "But I guess we just have to go with it. I-I was surprised too, but-but maybe if you-" but she was suddenly cut off by Freddie kissing her passionately.

"So-So you're happy about this?" Sam asked hesitantly once they pulled away.

"Happy?" Freddie said. "Sam, I-I couldn't be more thrilled about it! We're going to be parents. You and I are going to raise our own child together. How could I be anything but thrilled?"

"You don't think it's too soon?" Sam asked. "You really think we're ready?"

"We'll get ready," Freddie told her, kissing her again. "I promise. When'd you find out about this?"

"This afternoon," Sam replied.

"I guess that explains why you've been getting sick in the morning," Freddie said, leaning back on the bed, his arm around Sam.

"Yeah, now that I think about it, I should've put two and two together sooner," Sam smiled.

"Hey," Freddie said, picking up the box again. "Just curious? How the heck do these things all relate to babies?"

"I still can't believe you didn't get that, Fredifer," Sam said, grinning, as she took the box from him. She held up the toy pig. "Pigs give us baby back ribs." She picked up the picture of Father McGarthy. "You get fat while you're pregnant. And you get to wait on me hand and-" she picked up the shoelace. "Foot." She grabbed the copy of Boogie Bear "And this is the perfect book to read a baby to sleep with."

"Only you could manage to come up with something like this," Freddie chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "But wait, you forgot about the glasses? What do they have to do with babies?"

Sam blushed. "I was thinking about it earlier today, and I thought it would be really nice if our baby got your eyes."