At eight in the morning, Cameryn left. She had a doctor's appointment, which meant she was going to get a sonogram. Eventually, I would go with her to see the baby, but not anytime soon. I had too much to take care of before I could see the baby.

By one o'clock in the afternoon Taya had left. Kim and I were hanging out on the couch, watching Parental Control on MTV. There was a knock on the door, so Kim got up to answer it.

"Hey Emily," Kim greeted, hugging her. "How are you?"

"Good," Emily replied. "I'm here to get Payton."
I got up and picked up my shoes and coat. I ran to the door and hugged her.

"I could've walked home, Emms," I told her, giving her a hug.

"I know," she replied. "But Sam and I want to go out today, with you."
"Oh really?" I asked. "Well, let me just get changed when we get home and then we can go."

Emily looked me up and down. "When did you wear that?"
"I wore it last night, remember?" I asked. "We went out to dinner."

"Oh, yeah, I remember. You did it for Embry," she teased in a singing voice.

I smiled at her. "Like you don't do these things for Sam."

"Of course I do," she replied with a smile. "Because Sam and I have been together for about three years. You and Embry have been together for how long?"

"A year, thank you very much."

"Well excuse me." She smirked. "Are we going to go, or are you just going to waste some time?"
"I'm coming," I hugged Kim and kissed her cheek. "Bye honey."
"Bye!" she called. "Have fun!"

When I got into the car Sam was already there. I leaned over the back seat and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Sammy," I greeted. "Where are we going?"
"We're gonna go down to Port Angeles," he replied. "Maybe do some shopping. Have you eaten yet?"
"I ate chips and stuff at Kimmy's," I answered.

"That's supper healthy," he laughed. "Gonna have to thank Kim for that later."
Emily hit his shoulder. "Be nice."

"I am being nice," Sam fought. "All I'm getting at is if Payton wants lunch or not."

"No, I'm good."
"Alright, 'cause Em and I already ate. Just making sure. We can stop at McDonald's or something."

"No really, Sam, I'm good."
"Okay, if you're sure." He turned up the radio and drove in silence.

"So how was the sleepover?" Emily asked. "Did you guys have fun?"
"We had a blast. Has Cameryn told you?"
"About the baby?" she asked. "Yeah, Paul told the guys when they were gone, and Cameryn told me a while before. She wasn't ready to tell anyone for a while, though."
"Yeah, she finally told us last night. It was kinda a shocker."
"I knew it would happen eventually," she told me. "They've been together for a year, and they slept together while they were in Paris."

"But what if it's not Paul's?" I asked. "What if it's Jeremy's?"
"Then that would be really bad, but we can't worry about that now, can we?"
I shook my head.

"Will you guys stop talking about that baby?" Sam asked. "It's bad enough that she's pregnant at seventeen, but she's got to worry about who the baby's father is. I'm so upset with Paul for getting her pregnant."

"A baby is a miracle, Sam," Emily told him. "They're going to be together forever because of this baby."
"If it's his," Sam growled. "That baby is going to put a strain on all of us."
"And we'll happily take care of it, right Sam?"

"Yea, we will," he sighed. "I can't deny that."

He pulled into a parking space and we all got out. He put his arms around Emily and I. He kissed Emily and then kissed my forehead.

"I'm in the mood to spoil my angels today," he told us. "What are you in the mood to buy?"
"Oh Sam," Emily cooed. "You don't need to spoil us."

"Yeah," I agreed. "I have enough stuff as it is."

"I know, but we gotta pick out your Senior Ball dress don't we?" He took his arm off me and led us into a store called Blossom's.

"Sam," I whined. "Now?"
"Yes now,"

Emily squealed when she saw all the dresses. She wanted me to try on every single one. There were short ones, long ones, skinny ones, ones with big skirts, ones of every color. Eventually we narrowed them down to two dresses. There was one that was long, straight, and pink. It had jewels in the middle of the chest, and it was a halter-top. The other was a darker pink, almost a red. It was strapless dress with sparkles around the breasts. It was tight until it got down to the butt, where it sparked out into a loose skirt. They both were beautiful.

"Which one do you like better?" I held them both up to my body.

Sam shrugged. "I think you look beautiful in both."

"I like the redder one better," Emily said. "What about you?"

"I like them both," I sighed. "This is too hard. I guess I'll go with you Emily."
She smiled. "You're going to look so beautiful that night that Embry is going to flip."
"Thanks Emily," I hugged her. "I think I'm going to pick this one." I held up the redish pink one. "I really like it."
"I love it, sweet heart," Emily assured me. "It'll look great, I promise."
We bought the dress. The next day we would buy the jewelry and shoes. It was already seven o'clock at night, so we went out for dinner.

When we sat down Emily kissed Sam. I put my glass of water down and smiled at them.

"I really appreciate the dress you guys," I told them. "My parents would never do anything like this for me."
"You deserve it, sweety," Sam told me. "I'm glad you found a dress that you really liked."

"Me too."
After dinner we drove back home. There was a car in the driveway that none of us recognized. It wasn't one of the boys' or one of the girls'.

"Stay in the car," Sam growled, getting up and out. Emily turned back at me, but I was scared to death.

Sam walked over to the car and knocked on the window. Then one of the men I hated stepped out of the car.

It was my Uncle Marcus.