Guys I'm sorry this took so long. I'll try to be more frequent with my updates because school lets out for winter in TWO WEEKS! Woo! Here is a very short chapter. Sam has returned to Freddie! Now what?

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FREDDIE

I was sleeping.

A light, dreamless one where I knew that I was floating in and out of sleep, where there was nothing in my mind. My thoughts were as empty as the glass of water Carly had placed on my night-table after she brought me home from the bar. As I fluttered back into awareness, it crossed my mind that I hadn't gotten up since Carly brought me home the day before. I opened my eyes slowly and sat up. The throbbing headache from yesterday night's hangover was slowly subsiding.

'I should probably get up,' I thought to myself. And I did, eventually. After sitting on the edge of my bed staring into the closed, dusty blinds of the window in the room. Sam used to like to open the windows extra early in the morning just to bug me while I slept. One morning she had ripped them open so violently, a piece of the blinds broke off, leaving a hole that we never bothered to fix.

I let out a long sigh and stood up, wobbling into the kitchen to find something to eat. Each step sent a wave of pain to my head. I groaned. Life is cruel.

A few painful steps later, I made it to the fridge and opened it, peering in. But just as I was about to reach for the bottle of coke in the back, there was a light knock on the door. The sound was so light, I didn't think much of it. At first I thought maybe the rats were coming back; but then I heard it again. This time more powerful.

I growled in frustration. "Who is it?" I called only to get no answer in return. Angrily I stumbled to the door and looked through the peep hole to find a mess of curly, blond hair waiting out there. Melanie must be sick or something today. Her hair looked horrible. I unlocked the door and opened it quickly.

"Hey, Mel," I whispered. "Look I'm not really in the mood for-"

That wasn't Melanie.

"Sam..." my heart felt like lead in my chest as I stood there dumbfounded. The same struggle I felt the first time she left plagued me again. Part of me wanted to close that door in her face, yell at her for hurting me the way she did. The other part wanted to grab her and kiss her until I knew she wouldn't disappear again. My mind told me to walk away, but my body... was aching for the contact that I missed with her.

"Sam..." I murmured again, reaching out to pull her into my arms.

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It all went by so quickly. One second she was knocking at the door, the next we were tangled up in my bed, bodies still warm and slick with sweat from our actions moments ago. We barely said a word to each other. There was no passion, no moaning of names, just a silent, mutual agreement that this is what we both needed from each other for the moment. Still, the memory of the passion we always expressed in our love making made its presence like a whisper. Sam's head lay against my shoulder so I could smell her hair. Underneath the scent that meant saddness and unkept hair was the tell-tale smell that meant Sam. The light scent of oranges and distant aroma of bacon grease. I wrapped my arm tighter around her, squeezing her closer.

As I looked up into the room, dimly lit from the sun's rays pushing fruitlessly against those broken blinds, a hover question crossed my mind. I glanced down at Sam, who's breathing finally settled, wondering whether or not now would be the time to ask. But I voted against it. I couldn't bare it if I scared her away from me again. So I murmured what my heart had felt for all those weeks without her.

"I missed you..."

She groaned softly, her warm breath ghosting across my neck. "You smell like beer..." she whispered.

I had to chuckle. This was Sam after all. But I didn't know how to respond. She was here now, snuggled against me. There was no need to bring up anything in the past, even if it was only last night that I had my last bout of liquid comfort. "Yeah well..." was all I could say.

We were silent for a while longer, until Sam finally whispered. "You're wondering why I came back?"

My breath caught in my chest. "Sam, you don't have to-"

"I'm back because..." she stopped, sighed then sat up, pulling the blanket up against her chest. "Because... I still love you, Freddie... I want us to be together..."

I felt my heart start to quicken its pace again as my head started to spin with the anger I had kept hidden for the whole month. She could see it. I could tell by the way her eyes widened slightly as we stared at each other. All thoughts of not scaring her away fled from my mind. "You left me..." I growled.

She sighed. "I know..."

"You left me on our wedding day, for some guy you met off the street."

"Freddie, I know this-"

"Did you sleep with him?" I asked without thinking about it. Sam's mouth opened and shut a few times wordlessly. I chuckled dryly. "You did... You did didn't you?"

"Freddie I'm sorry!"

I stood quickly from the bed pulling on my boxers angrily as I went. "So on OUR wedding night, when we were supposed to be making love Santa Monica-"

"Freddie-"

"You were sleeping around?" I was screaming now. I felt out of control, but it was too late to go back. I could see the pain and tears in her eyes, but it was too late to go back.
"Why are you really here Sam? Why? Did you get tired of that bastard and decide that you wanted to rekindle some old flames? Is that it, Sam?" I paused shaking my head at her. "Well you know what-"

"I'm pregnant, Freddie!"

"Y-you..." my heart lept for a minute. "What..."