Pink- Not My Favorite Color Anymore
When Kate and Izzie got home, they made the brownies, and put Brandon down for a nap. Once Kate came back downstairs from Brandon's room, the phone rang.
"Hello." She said.
"Hey Kate."
"Oh hey Walt."
"I know its kind of a late Happy Birthday, but Happy Birthday." He chuckled.
"Thanks."
"Big 27." Walt said, bringing up their inside joke.
"Wow, can't believe I'm already that old." Kate laughed, playing along.
"Me either, but I have to go, so tell everyone I said hi."
"Okay, bye." Kate hung up the phone.
"Hey mom, how come he said your 27?" Izzie asked.
Kate went over and sat next to Izzie on the couch.
"It's an inside joke." Kate told her.
"What is it?" Izzie asked.
"Well, about 2 or 3 years after we got off the island, I saw Walt, and Sam was about 2 ½ , and I was about 23, and I was in sweats and a sweatshirt walking down the street, and Walt was driving by, and he saw me, so he pulled over and we said hi, and everything, yah caught up on our lives, and he asked how old I was. Since I wasn't dressed up or anything, he thought I was older than I actually was. I didn't tell him how old, and I made him guess. His first guess was 27. So we always make fun of each other because of that day." Kate explained.
"Wait, what?"
"Nothing, just keep watching TV." Kate laughed.
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"Dimples, can you run down to the pharmacy for me, I ran outta Tylenol, and I got that headache again?"
Sam cussed under her breath.
"Sure, I'll keep being the parent!" She yelled up the steps. She slammed the door on her way out.
On her way down the street, she felt sick again, like every day since Brandon.
She ignored and kept walking.
When she got to the pharmacy, she grabbed the Tylenol, and as she was going up to the register, she had to sit down for a minute, since the pain was coming back.
"Are you okay?" One of the pharmacists asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She said.
The pharmacist started walking away, when Sam stopped her.
"Hey, uh I have a question." Sam stated.
"Ok."
"Um, well I haven't been feeling so well in the past couple days, I've been throwing up, and I'm late, and this is what happened to my mom when she was uh," Sam stopped for a minute "when she was pregnant."
The pharmacist looked amazed.
"Well have you had," The pharmacist also had to pause. "sex?"
Sam looked ashamed, she just froze.
She slowly nodded.
The pharmacist looked amazed and felt bad for this kid.
"Okay, did you talk to your mom about this?"
"I can't." She said.
"Why not?"
"She'll hate me, she won't want me anymore." Sam started to cry.
"What's your mom's name?" She asked.
"Kate Austen." Sam said, trying to relax.
"Oh hunny, she won't hate you, is she the therapist down the street?"
Sam nodded.
"She won't hate you, I've talked to her before, she is very nice, and everytime I've seen her to discuss the medicine she needs to prescribe for some of her patients, she talks about you an your sister, and how much she loves you."
Sam had a small smile.
"Okay, I'll give you a free pregnancy test, and you can have the Tylenol for free too, and you can go use the staff bathroom."
"Okay, thank you so, so much." Sam said.
"Okay, let me get the test, really quick."
When Sam went into the bathroom, she took the test.
She looked down at the test.
"Pink" she said out loud.