Already I was two months pregnant. The bump got larger and my fears got worse. I was having lots of morning sickness and whenever Fred-wad or Spencer asked if I was sick I just replied 'Bad thai food' and laughed it off.
I was also moody. Much more moody than usual. Everytime I saw Freddie I would scream at him and how much I hate boys then run away crying. I'm sure everyone was suspicious.
"Maybe you should stop eating thai for a little while..." Spencer whispered while sculptering. Shit. I think he was noticing changes too. "Sam, uh-uh, can I have a talk with you?"
Shit. No Spencer. I have homework. Homework? What was the point of lying to Spencer? He couldn't hurt anything, I guess. "Sure..." I finally decided.
Spencer set his clay down and flicked his hands on a towel, wiping paint off of them. He motioned for us to sit down on the couch and I did so reluctantly, holding my stomach supportively. Please don't think I'm pregnant, please don't think I'm pregnant! I chanted in my head.
"Sam, I think that...um I'm no good at these types of things...Sam. I think you're...pregnant." He finally breathed out. Shit!
I gripped tighter onto my stomach and turned my focus to the floor. "Y'know, I got this sudden urge for pickles and peanut butter." I faked a laugh and quickly ran to the kitchen and dove into the refridgerator.
A moment later Spencers hand was on my shoulder and Spencer was trying really hard to be comforting, I could tell. "Sam. I'm here for you." I dropped the spoon from my hand and nearly jumped into Spencers arms, holding onto him with all my strength.
"Two months, Spencer!" I sobbed into his shoulder. What has this baby done to me? I only used to cry in front of Carly.
Spencer hesitated then ran his fingers through my hair and held me close to him. "Shh...It's okay." He said reassuringly. "We'll all help you. Carly, Freddie, me, and lots of people, okay?"
I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. "No! No one can know but you and Carls!" I shouted and wiped my tears.
Spencer looked confused. He looked like he was processing something, running it over and over again in his mind. "How are you gonna keep this a secret, Sam? Someone'll find out eventually. You're going to go to the doctor's right? How are we gonna tell Freddie that you just randomly are going to the hospital after nine months of acting strange?" Spencer shook his head. "They'll help you, Sam."
I looked into his eyes. He seemed sincere. "Alright." I said quietly just as there was a knock on the door. After two knocks it swung open, revealing Carly and Freddie with groceries.
"Then she started vacuuming my hair!" Freddie threw his arms up in disgust and shuddered. "My mom is a lunatic, I swear."
Carly laughed at that and sat the bags down, tossing a pill bottle at me. Freddie looked at me and he grabbed a pillow in defence. "Sam, don't hurt me!" He jumped back as I wiped a few tears. "Wait...Sam are you crying?" He looked closer at me and I hid my face and the pill bottle which was vitamins for me and the baby.
"I-i think I should go upstairs." I excused myself from the room and ran up the stairs with the pills in my hand.
"Sam, wait!" Carly called after me and when I didn't stop she followed me up. On the top step she touched my arm, affectively stopping me in my tracks.
"Carls, I'm so confused!" I screamed.