"Careful," Freddie said as he helped Sam slowly lower herself back down onto the couch in the office.

"I'm fine, Fredwad," Sam said, rolling her eyes as she leaned back against her pillows and got comfortable.

The couple had just gotten back from another doctors appointment, where they were finally given a set date in which they would induce labor on Sam.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm not gonna break from walking the thirty yards from the car to here, you know," Sam assured him.

"I know," Freddie said, sitting down next to her. He put an arm around her. "So six more weeks then."
"Yup," Sam grinned. "On May 26th this baby's finally going to be here."

"And the poor kid may still not have a name," Freddie chuckled. "I can't believe we haven't found anything that we agree on."
"Well you're picky," Sam shrugged.

"I'm picky?" Freddie frowned.

"How about this?" Sam said. "Tonight, before we go to bed, we have to have at least one name agreed on for a boy and one for a girl."

"We might not be getting much sleep then," Freddie chuckled. "But I think that's a smart idea."
"Good," Sam said. "Hey, it's almost three. Shouldn't you be leaving to go get Lauren from school?"
"Nah, she told me this morning she was getting a ride home from Danielle's mom," Freddie said. "And so since Heather's upstairs napping, I'm going to get a little work done before I start dinner."

"Alright," Sam yawned. "I think I'm going to take a nap, so keep it down."
"I'll try not to type too loudly," Freddie smirked, giving her a quick kiss.

He grabbed his laptop and headed out to the living room. He sat down on the couch and opened up his computer to see if he could make any progress on a new virus detection software his company was designing. He hadn't even made it through one line of code, though, when someone plopped down next to him.

"Hi, daddy!" Heather said brightly.

"Heather, what are you doing?" Freddie said. "You are supposed to be taking a nap."

"Naps for babies," Heather said simply. "I big sister."

"That's right," Freddie smiled. "You are going to be a big sister soon. But big sisters still have to take naps."
"Lauren no take naps."

"That's because Lauren's older," Freddie explained. "When you're her age you won't have to take naps anymore either. Deal? Now let's get you back to bed."

"But I not sleepy!" Heather pouted.

Freddie sighed, knowing that with the child this full of energy, getting her back down for a nap would be near impossible.

At least she should fall asleep easy at bedtime tonight, Freddie reasoned. "Okay, Heather. You can skip your nap for today. But tomorrow it's back to the schedule. Now go play quietly so daddy can try and do his work."

Heather hopped down from the couch and settled down at her dollhouse by the television. He really did need Sam back in action…he was never the best at disciplining the kids. Somehow they always seemed to know just how to work him.

Suddenly the front door opened and Lauren rushed into the house, clutching a white envelope.

"Hey," Freddie said to his daughter. "How was school today? You feeling any better or-"

But Lauren didn't even respond as she ran upstairs, taking the steps two at a time.

Freddie frowned as he set his laptop down on the coffee table. He wasn't used to be completely cold-shouldered like that. Even when she was having a rough day, Lauren at least would offer him a quick hello.

Something had to be going on…these past few weeks Lauren had been acting different, and he knew now that it was not just a side effect of her being a teenager.

Something else had to be going on.

Maybe she really was still hung up over Scott, or maybe it was something more. But whatever it was, Freddie was going to get to the bottom of it.

He got to his feet and headed upstairs. He was just about to knock on Lauren's door when it suddenly flew open.

Lauren was standing there, tears streaming down her face as she held a crumpled sheet of paper in her fist.

"Lauren," Freddie said. "What's-"

"Was anybody going to ever tell me?" Lauren said coldly. "Or was I just going to live my whole life not knowing?"
"Not knowing what?" Freddie asked, confused. "Lauren, what is that? What are you-"

"When were you ever going to tell me that you're not my dad?" Lauren yelled.

Freddie took a step back, his blood turning to ice. "Wh-What?"

"You're not my dad!" Lauren said, tears continuing to fall down her face. "You're not even related to me!"
It was the moment he had been dreading for years. He should've seen this coming. He should've known if he didn't tell Lauren the news, she'd find out one way or another. And now she had done exactly that.

"How-How did you find out?" Freddie asked shakily, his world spinning.

Lauren shoved the piece of paper at him. "I tested our DNA against each other. I took hairs from your comb and brought it down to the place where Danielle's dad worked. I knew they do these sort of tests all the time."

Freddie was speechless as he stared at the results of the DNA test. They were identical to the one he had performed between the two of them more than ten years ago, when he himself was wrestling with this news. But still, they hit him just as hard as when he had seen them the first time.

"I started to suspect something when I was doing my family tree project," Lauren said shakily. "I kept looking through your family's side but-but I couldn't find any traits that I shared with them. I-I only could find traits that-that me and mom shared. But-But I thought that maybe that was just a coincidence. But-But the more I dug into it, the more-the more I realized that it didn't make sense…That-That something was wrong. But I didn't-I didn't want to even think…I thought if I got a DNA test it would prove I was wrong. But it didn't! It proved I was right!"

Freddie closed his eyes. "Lauren," he said slowly. "Lauren, I-I'm sorry. You have every right to be angry and upset and confused-"

"I know I do!"

"But-But if you'll just let me explain-"

"Explain what?" Lauren snapped. "Explain how you lied to me my whole life? Admit it! You were never going to tell me, were you?"

"I wanted to!" Freddie said desperately. "I did, Lauren, I really did! But I just-I just didn't know how! I'm so sorry you had to find out this way."
He reached over and put a hand on her shoulder, only to have it immediately thrown off.

As Lauren glared up at him, Freddie could feel his heart shatter into a million pieces.

"You're not my dad," Lauren said coldly. "I don't even know who you are!"

And with that she ran down the stairs away from him.

It took Freddie a moment to find the strength to move.

"Lauren!" he finally was able to call out as he raced down the steps after her. "Lauren, wait, I-"

But then he heard the front door slam close and a second later, he could hear his own car engine revving to life. She must've taken his keys…

Freddie made it to the door just as Lauren was pulling out of the driveway. She gave him one last glare before she sped down the street and off to who knows where.

Freddie slumped against the doorframe, feeling absolutely defeated.