Sam looked around Freddie's office, the room where she would now be spending the rest of her pregnancy.

She was certainly comfortable. Freddie had dragged in the couches from the living room and had pushed them together to form a large bed. It was almost comfier than her bed back upstairs.

Her and Freddie had just gotten back from the doctors' a little while ago, and while Sam was very glad there were no further complications with the pregnancy, she had hoped that the doctor would have given her clearance to be a little bit more active.

She sighed as she looked back down at her laptop screen. Her and Freddie had begun looking at possible baby names while they were waiting in the doctor's office earlier, and she decided she might as well continue. She remembered it had taken months to pick out Heather's name. Freddie kept leaning towards more traditional names while she, who had always hated being one on at least six 'Samanthas' in any given setting, wanted something a bit more unique. They must've gone through three hundred names before they agreed on Heather.

This would be easier if we knew if you were a boy or a girl, Sam thought, smiling down at her stomach as she felt her child gently kicking. But I guess we'll just have to pick a name for each.

She looked back at the list of boy names on the screen in front of her just as she heard the front door open.

"Sam!" Freddie called. "Sam, we're home!"
A few seconds later he appeared in the doorway.

"Hey," Sam greeted him as he leaned down to give her a quick kiss. "I was just looking at baby names some more."

"Make any progress?"

"Not really," Sam sighed.

"Well, I have to go get dinner started," Freddie said. "And I need to go give Heather a bath…While we were driving back from picking up Lauren from cheer practice she got the top off her Sippy cup and spilled chocolate milk all over herself. I'm gonna have to go out and scrub out her car seat too…"

"Ah, one of the few perks of bed rest," Sam sighed, leaning back against the pillows. "No house work."

"That's right, enjoy it," Freddie smirked, rolling his eyes. He gave her one last kiss. "Anyway, Lauren's in the living room if you need anything. After I finish up with everything, I'll come back in here and we can see if the two of us have any luck with the names."
"Alright," Sam smiled.

Once Freddie left, she looked back on her screen. "Alex, Anderson, Anthony…" she read off. "Arttie, Austin…Ugh, these names are all so bland."

"Sam?"
Sam looked up and saw Lauren standing at the door.

"Hey," Sam said. "What's up?"
"Did you call for me?"

"No," Sam replied.

"Oh…I must've been hearing things then," Lauren shrugged.

"Well hey, now that you're here, why don't you stay?" Sam said, patting the space on the couch-bed next to her. "You busy?"
Lauren shook her head and stepped across the room to join Sam.

"What are you doing?" Lauren asked.

"Trying to find some names for this kid," Sam said. "It's harder than you'd think, though. Especially with the names your dad is coming up with. You know if it's a girl, he wants to name her Gwenth?"
Lauren cringed.

"I know," Sam chuckled. "I think he forgets what century we're living in sometimes."

"I like Brayden," Lauren commented, looking at the screen. "You know, if it's a boy."
"Hmm…that has a good ring to it," Sam said thoughtfully. "I'll have to hang on to that one."
She closed her laptop. "Anyway, enough with names. I've been looking at that site all day."

"I remember you guys did the same thing when you were naming Heather," Lauren grinned.

"Yeah well, we have to make sure we get the perfect name," Sam said. "My mom picked my name in about three minutes and I got stuck with Samantha."
"What's wrong with Samantha?"
"How many Samanthas do you know?" Sam pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah…" Lauren nodded.

The two were silent for a moment.

"Hey, your dad told me about you and Scott," Sam said softly.

"I figured," Lauren sighed.

"You doing okay?" Sam asked, putting her arm around her stepdaughter.

Lauren shrugged. "I guess."

"It sucks, I know," Sam said sympathetically.

"Yup," Lauren said heavily. "Today was Scott's last day at school."

"I'm sorry," Sam said. "I know how much you liked him."
"Thanks," Lauren said.

"Let me know if there's anything I can do for you, kid," Sam said. "Your dad and I are always here if you need us."

"I know," Lauren said, giving her a small smile.

…..

The morning of March 4th, Conner's birthday, Sam awoke much earlier than usual.

The second her eyes opened, she felt a giant weight pressing down on her and she let out a soft cry.

She knew there was no way to change things, but she still wished more than anything that she wouldn't be spending today a thousand miles away from Conner's grave.

She felt Freddie shift beside her and she quickly shut her eyes, feigning sleep.

She knew Freddie would try and comfort her as much as possible today, and she appreciated that. She really did. But right now…she really just wanted to be left alone.

She could tell that Freddie was sitting up in the couch-bed and she could feel his stare against his neck.

She didn't know if he knew she was awake or not, but either way he got up and quietly headed out of the room.

Sam waited a few more moments before opening her eyes again. She slowly pulled herself up into a seated position. She simply sat there for a moment, completely still.

After a moment, though, she suddenly let out a low moan. The photo album where she kept all her old photos of Conner was still upstairs in her room! She had forgotten to bring it down when she moved into the office last week. She had wanted to just flip through the pictures for a few hours, reliving every captured moment.

As she was cursing her own stupidity, she caught sight of something sitting at the foot of her bed. She reached for it and realized it was none other than her photo album!

Freddie must've brought down in the middle of the night, Sam realized, carefully opening the book to the first page, where there was a picture of her holding a newborn Conner as she lay in her hospital bed.

Taking a moment to appreciate her husband, Sam smiled down at the picture. She remembered that day perfectly, even though it had been fifteen years ago…

She had gone into labor late in the night. Thankfully Carly had been visiting her and had jumped into action at once, driving her to the hospital in record time.

His birth had been a long one; it had lasted almost ten hours. It was the most painful thing she had ever experienced. She remembered how Carly had fought with the nurses to stay in the room with her, since she didn't have anybody else.

And all through the birthing process, Sam remembered how terrified she had been. She didn't know if she could be a mom…She wasn't even sure she could love her child, considering his horrific conception.

When she gave that final push and the delivery room had suddenly been filled with loud wails, and Sam had craned her neck to try and glimpse of her newborn child, only to have her view blocked by the nurses and doctors surrounding him. A few moments after, though, when he had been all cleaned up wrapped in a pale blue blanket, one of the nurses handed him to her, and Sam finally got a look at him. And at that moment, as she held the child in her arms for the first time, she felt an overwhelming sensation take over her body: pure, unconditional love, and it was then that she knew everything was going to be okay.

Sam lost track of time as she sat there, going through the photo album. She didn't notice the sunlight flood the room as the sun rose or the sounds of the family getting ready for their day in the kitchen. She was lost in her own thoughts.

Around ten, the door opened and Freddie walked in carrying a tray of eggs.

"Hi," he said gently. "I brought you breakfast."
Sam wasn't hungry, but she knew she needed to eat for the baby, so she carefully set the photo album down and picked up her fork.

"You doing okay?" Freddie asked, sitting down next to her and putting a comforting arm around her.

Sam shrugged. "I mean today's never going to exactly be a happy day."

Freddie nodded, kissing her temple. "I know you wish you were there with him today."

"He'd have understood," Sam said sadly.

Just then Freddie's phone began to buzz in his pocket. He stood up and pulled it out, looking down at his screen.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

Freddie didn't reply. He simply smiled and stepped across the room, picking up his laptop from the desk.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked curiously as Freddie typed in a few commands.

But Freddie still did not answer as her brought the computer back over to the bed and placing it on her lap.

Sam frowned as she stared at the screen. Suddenly, the webcam flashed to life and a video chat window popped up.

"Wait, what is this?" Sam asked, confused. "What's going-"

"Sam?"
Carly's face came into focus on the screen.

"Carly?" Sam said, surprised. "What-What are you doing?"

"I'm here at the commentary," Carly said, giving her best friend a warm smile. "Just like you asked me."

"I-Thank you," Sam said. "But why-"

"But I know you still wish it was you here with Conner," Carly continued. "And-And I know there's no way for you to physically be here, but-but Freddie and I thought maybe-maybe you could at least virtually be here."
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, looking up at her husband.

"Here," Carly said, giving her one last smile before moving her computer down onto the ground in front of Conner's grave.

Sam felt a wave of emotions rush over her as she stared at the screen. It was almost as if she was sitting in the graveyard for real.

"I know it's not the same as you being there in person," Freddie said softly. "But-But I thought this might be a good idea."

"I-Yes," Sam whispered.

"My battery is fully charged," she heard Carly's voice say from the distance. "Take as much time as you need. I'm going to go back and sit in my car."

"Thank you, Carly," Sam said, awed at what was happening right now.

Freddie squeezed her hand. "Do you want me to give you some privacy right now?"

Sam thought for a moment. "No," she said slowly, gripping her husband's hand. "Stay with me."