Chapter Three
One week had passed and Sam was alone in her house, feeling miserable. She missed Danny, yes, but her stupid wave of sickness hadn't passed, yet. Actually, it only felt worse. Dammit, Danny had gone away the week she needed him there to fix her tea and food. She couldn't stand up for long without feeling sick and tired.
Okay, she wanted to loose weight before, but that was ridiculous, she must have lost five pounds in a week. She could barely eat! So, finally, when she felt that the fatigue and the sickness were too much to bear she made an appointment with a doctor.
She almost laughed when he suggested a pregnancy test, saying that her period was just the week before, but he insisted and she had to take it.
The result was shocking.
She was pregnant. Around five weeks pregnant.
A baby! Danny's baby!
It had been a shock, but a very pleasant surprise. So she was going to be a mother! What she had wanted for years now! It had happened! Before she could stop herself she had tears of happiness slipping down her face.
"Congratulations, Ms. Manson." The doctor said, smiling warmly at her. "Now, we must run some tests to check if everything is okay, you said you bled last week?"
"Yes... I didn't know..." Sam was out of words. Happiness was rapidly crawling its way to her chest, making it hard for her to breath. She felt like she was going to burst in a million of shining diamonds right there!
"Well, that's normal to bleed in the first month of pregnancy; you don't have to worry about it." The doctor explained "But I'll check your blood pressure and run an ultrasound anyway." When she didn't answer him he arched an eyebrow at her. "Were you expecting something like this? You're a young businesswoman; usually I don't get patients like you."
"No. I really didn't expect a child now, but I want one very much." She smiled at him, hugging her belly, going all lovey-dovey. "I'm just shocked."
"Well..." The doctor nodded while checking her blood pressure. "You should make an appointment and come here with the father next time. He needs to hear what I have to say as much as you do."
"I'll be a single mother." She answered quickly. "There won't be a father." No, she was never going to tell Danny had happened between them. He'd never forgive himself if he knew and he'd tell her he'd marry her and feel like it was his obligation to watch over her and the child. She wouldn't trouble him like that. Besides, she wasn't ready for the huge fight they'd have over this.
"That's a tough job." He didn't look at her face when he said that. "Are you having morning sickness?"
"All day sickness, actually." She replied.
"In a week or so you'll just feel like this in the mornings, but in the afternoons you'll probably feel more tired than usual. You'll need more hours of sleep."
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The doctor wasn't kidding about the morning sickness. That was worse than before. She just ate crackers and water and still felt horrible. She was lucky that she'd have lunch after 2pm and by that time her stomach would accept the food she ate and settle for the rest of the day.
She felt ridiculously happy and satisfied with herself. She didn't call her parents, yet. She didn't feel like sharing her happiness with anybody. On her way home, everyday the following week, she would stop by baby stores and buy something.
Sam decided to start decorating the baby room already. It was going to be white, either it was a boy or a girl; the room would be great and ready when he or she was born. The spare room in her house, which she used a second living room, was finally going to become a bedroom.
The crib was lovely. White, soft and perfect. The grid was made out ivory and had cushions inside so the baby wouldn't lean on the cold material. She bought pillows and blankets.
She built up a small library with children's books in front of the bed, on the other side of the room and between the library and the crib, she put a stretcher chair, very comfortable for when she had to sit down next to the baby, reading stories and pampering him until he or she fell asleep.
The dresser was already half full by the end of the week. The mobile was musical and had seven colorful butterflies in it. That was really out of character of her, but she didn't care one bit.
Friday night, after a long hot shower, she sat down on the stretcher in the baby's room and opened a book about nursing on her lap and read until she drifted off to sleep with the soothing sound of the rain outside.
Three hours later, Danny walked into her house, soaking wet and furious. She had forgotten to pick him up! How could she have forgotten him?! He'd only accept her apology if she was in coma in a very far away hospital or else there wasn't an excuse for making him wait three hours in the airport until he gave up and got himself a taxi.
"Sam!" He growled, checking the kitchen and the living room. "You better get your arse here this instant or I'll be even more upset than I already am." He climbed the stairs and went straight to her room, but she wasn't there, and wasn't on the bathroom as well.
All he found there were packs and more packs of vitamins and other medicines he had never heard about. He frowned when he saw those, but was still angry at her.
"Sam." He called again, walking towards the room across hers, even though he knew she wouldn't be there. But to his surprise, when he opened the door his breath was taken away by the sight.
She was asleep holding a book to her chest. The room was decorated as a child room. The crib. The mobile. The baby smell. He took a step back and held himself up by holding up in the threshold. She couldn't have done that stupid thing, could she? She told him she was going to wait!
"Sam..." He called her softly, his voice cracking. What would he do if she was pregnant? He had never even imagined that possibility before! He stepped closer to her and shook her shoulders gently. "Sammy?"
She woke up, jumping in surprise when she realized there as someone in her house.
"Oh Danny, you scared the hell out of me!" She said, pressing her hands on her belly instead of her chest, like she usually did when he scared her. And then she realized what as going on. "Oh shit... I forgot to pick you up."
"You did." He tried to growl, but he was too soft about their surrounding to do anything to upset her. "But right now, I'd like to know what's this all about."
"Well..." She breathed out, nervously staring at his disappointed eyes. He bent down and picked the book that had fallen down when she jumped in surprise. He read the title Your Pregnancy Week by Week: Fifth Edition. "I'm going to be a mom." She finally said, quietly, but he recognized the excitement in her eyes. Even if he didn't support her on this, she was going to go through it by herself.
"You went to that clinic." He said quietly and it wasn't a question.
"No." She shook her head quickly, standing up before he got the wrong idea. "I'm already six weeks pregnant. I didn't go there."
"But..." Danny was confused. She said she didn't have anyone last time they talked and she had been pregnant then already. How could she hide a relationship like that from him? "I thought... you said..."
"I know." She smiled warmly at him, stepping closer and holding him. "It was a one night fling. My bad."
"Does he know about it?" He asked quietly, holding her around her shoulders as carefully as he could. He felt something familiar to disappointment squeezing him from inside when he thought about his Sam going for a fling.
"Yes." She nodded, after hesitating a minute.
"Will he marry you?" Danny asked again, scared of her answer. What if that man married her and took her away from him? Could he ever live alone, far away from Amity Park, without her?
"No." She answered in a muffled voice on his shirt.
"What a bastard." Danny blurted out, gritting his teeth. "Who is he?" he demanded.
"You don't know him." She said quickly, untangling herself from his arms and walking out of the room. She didn't want to discuss anything in her baby's bedroom.
"You better introduce us, then." Danny followed her to the kitchen where she grabbed a coke can. "You're carrying his baby and I'm your best friend."
"It's my baby, not his." Sam corrected him, weary. "He doesn't want a family - I think he's better off without one anyway – and I don't want to marry him just because I'm pregnant. I want to be a single mother." That was right, Sam knew he didn't want a marriage. He had let Emily walk away when he could have just married her.
"He has a responsibility, Sam!" Danny said, angrily. He watched her as she fixed both of them some veggie sandwich. "He took you to bed without protection, who knows what else he could've gotten you! I'll talk to him for you."
"You shut up about him and eat." She said, finding his concern slightly amusing. She placed the sandwich in front of him and got one for herself. He was glad to have some food, he was starving. "He'd help me if I asked him to, but I don't want it. I'll do it by myself."
"This child will need a father figure, you know. That's a lot of responsibility." Danny said, taking a bite of his sandwich.
"I can deal with that." She smiled at him.
"Well then..." He stood up and held her again, hesitantly placing a warm kiss on her forehead. "It's okay, I guess." If only it didn't hurt so much to say those words, he'd have really meant them.
And then, she was gone from his arms. He looked around to see her running to the toilet. He dashed after her and held her hair back, nearly panicking.
"You shouldn't stay here alone." He said. "Nobody is here to take care of you in case something happen." He flushed the toilet when she was done and watched her brushing her teeth. "You look weak and tired."
"That's normal." She answered him. "Stop being paranoid. Besides I have someone to take care of me."
"You do?" He asked, suspiciously. If she hired a nurse, he would have to knock her down and get rid of her. There was no way Danny was letting a strange help her through her difficult times.
"Yes. He's my half ghost neighbor. Do you know him?"
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Sam stood in front of her mirror in her bedroom, watching her reflection while dressed in her usual black panties and bra. She was three months pregnant. No sign of a belly, yet. But thank goodness the morning sickness passed, even though she still felt like sleeping half of the day, it was better now because she could actually eat.
She blushed when she noticed the only thing that had changed in her. Her bra size. Was that supposed to change already? Well, she'd have to buy some new ones. Her old bras were hurting her. She groaned at the sight. Damn, that was one bad side effect.
She didn't hear the door open.
Danny stood there, surprised to catch her half naked, but he didn't move to go away either. She looked adorable standing like that. He had brought her a teddy bear and the poor thing fell on the floor from Danny's hands as he watched with glee as the soon-to-mom contemplated herself.
Sam turned around surprised when she noticed a movement behind her and saw Danny standing there, looking at her with a gentle expression.
"I didn't mean to sneak in." He said quickly before she got the wrong idea. "You just seemed very entertained, I didn't want to interrupt." He bent down and picked the teddy bear and when he looked at her again, she had one of his shirts on. "Hey, that's mine."
"I know. You should be careful with your laundry." She giggled. "I needed a new night shirt."
"And you stole mine?" He said, pretending to be mad.
"That's my reward for hanging your washing when come home late." She replied cynically.
"Is that so?" Danny grinned, showing her the teddy bear. "I was going to give it to you, but I think you don't deserve it." He breathed victory when he saw her eyes shining at the teddy bear. Okay, maybe Sam wasn't the girly type, but not even she could resist the charm of a teddy bear.
"Gimme!" She cried out, stretching her arms in front of her and walking on his direction, ready to grab the bear. "Gimme! Gimme!"
"Nope." He held it above his head so she couldn't reach it. She was pathetically small near him and that only amused him even more as she jumped up and down trying to reach it.
"Don't make me beg!" She bit her lower lip, looking at him so adoringly that he didn't resist and gave her the stupid bear. Damn her for being so cute. Damn it, was she ever going to act like herself again? She had this motherly aura around her. And not just that, she had been so moody lately that he barely knew how to talk to her anymore.
The last time he invited her over for a fun night of pizza and movies she busted out crying! And they were watching The Fabulous Destiny of Amelie Poulain! Who could ever get sad watching that? Okay... maybe Danny was a little touched by the movie, but that wasn't the point. Sam never cried over a movie! She hadn't even cried in her grandma's funeral and that freaked him out.
He watched her every day. He hated the fact that she was all alone through her pregnancy. She hadn't told her parents, yet. The only people who knew about it was him and the baby's father, though Sam promised him they hadn't touched since the night she got pregnant, so it was better to not count on him for anything.
"You didn't start showing, yet." He said, grabbing her hand and making her turn around in a circle so he could see her.
"I think I won't show 'til the forth month or so." She shrugged. "I haven't been exaggerating on food or anything."
"Still that diet?" He asked in a high pitched voice that made it look like he was going to freak out if she said she was still restraining herself from food.
"No." She laughed. "But I'm eating proper food. Yogurt, salads, light sauces. I can't get fat from that." She snickered at him, "I want a healthy baby." Then she turned around, still hugging the little bear. Danny almost wished he was that bear. "Are you staying for dinner?"
"Yeah. Sure." He smiled; she grinned happily and turned around to leave the room when he held her by her hand again. She glanced up to him questionably. "I brought you something else. It's in your fridge."
Sam immediately went down the stairs, still holding his hand all the way down. Yes. She was grateful to have Danny there to take care of her. When she opened the fridge, she couldn't help but let all those hormones take over her. She threw herself in Danny's arms, kissing his cheeks repeatedly. He had bought her a cake written 'Congratulations New Mommy.'
"You look like you need to be spoiled a little." He laughed as she kissed his cheeks madly. He held her against him, enjoying the whole display of affection. It felt so good to have her with him like that. He felt like he didn't have a care in the world. Her warm body was all he needed.
Shut up! He shouted to himself. You never thought of her like that before. Respect a pregnant woman!
But he was fascinated. He couldn't deny that. Her words from the day he broke up with Emily echoed in his brain over and over "Maybe you'll meet someone even better than Emily." When had she said that again? She had been so right and he couldn't recall when they had that conversation.
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"Stop acting all nervous and pay attention to the road." Sam said as she sat beside Danny on his car while he drove them to the hospital to make some check up exams. She had just gotten on her forth month of pregnancy and decided it was time to give the doctor some feedback
To her surprise, when she told Danny her plans the night before, he volunteered to go with her there and she couldn't have been happier. He was keeping his promise to take care of her. Only, he seemed a lot nervous about the whole ultrasound thing.
"Seriously, Danny. If you're unsure I'll just walk inside by myself, it's no big deal." She said, trying to calm him down before he got them both killed by driving like he had just gotten his license.
"I want to go in there with you, I'm just... I don't know. Will it hurt you?" He asked nervously, even though he knew he was acting ridiculous, but who could blame him? It was all new to him! He had never stepped within ten feet from a pregnant woman his whole life, much less taken care of one!
"No, it doesn't hurt. It's quite refreshing, actually." She relaxed in her seat and watched as he did the same as he heard her words. "There's nothing wrong with me or with the baby, we're just checking, okay? We may even find out if it's a boy or a girl."
"I thought you'd rather leave it as a surprise." Danny grinned goofily at her. He just imagined himself going to Sam's house to spend time with her and when he opens the door a little boy comes running towards him, hugging him and calling him uncle Danny.
"If you want to I can wait." She replied instinctively and froze as soon as the words left her mouth. That just slipped up.
"No, no, c'mon Sam, it's your baby, don't mind me." He answered quickly.
"Hey, you know I value your opinions as if they were my own. Whatever you think is for the best I'll consider it." She said, glad that he didn't make a big deal out of her comment.
"Thanks." Danny sighed, glad to hear that. He parked in front of the hospital and quickly walked out of the car, in time to open the door open for her and help her up. She gave him an amused look, but didn't say anything. If he wanted to act all gentlemanly, she wasn't going to stop him. That was kind of cute. "Hey Sam." He took her hands in his as they walked together. "Maybe it'd be better if you asked if it's a boy or a girl because... we can buy proper clothes and toys."
"You're so sweet sometimes." She answered him, making him blush.
They didn't talk until they were called up to see the doctor. He smiled at Sam when he recognized her from two months before. He didn't ask her again about the father even though Danny was there with her, either he assumed he was the father or didn't really care.
The doctor asked Sam to sit up on the examination bed and started checking her blood pressure. Danny watched closely over the doctor's shoulder, as if he knew more about checking blood than the doctor himself.
"Have you been fainting?" The doctor asked her and Sam shook her head. "Well, it's nothing to worry about, but your blood pressure is a little higher than normal. We must control it from now until the birth for your sake."
"Is that dangerous to the baby?" She sat up worriedly.
"No. It's normal and won't harm the baby in any way, but you, in the other hand could be in a small danger of blood loss if you go through birth like this, that's why I'm getting you a medication and I want you to take it everyday."
Sam nodded and looked up to Danny who looked about to pass out with worry. Next, the doctor instructed her to lie down and he lift her shirt up and lowered her skirt past the comfortable point. Always watching Danny, she saw him frowning and restraining himself from making any comments.
He wanted that man to take his hands off Sam! Nobody was allowed to touch her like that! That was indecent. The doctor started touching her belly, nodding and talking to himself and then Danny saw it. The first evidence of Sam's pregnancy. She was lying down alright, but he could see a small bump, really small, it wasn't enough to change her panties size, but it was there.
He had never felt as jealous of someone in his whole life as he felt jealous of the baby's father at that moment. She was practically glowing with happiness and he wasn't the one who put that happiness there. He should've noticed it before. She was his best friend, she knew everything about him. They practically completed each other and she was so damn beautiful!
"Mr. Fenton?" Both the doctor and Sam were looking at him, confusedly, waiting for him to answer.
"What is it?" He shook the pleasant thoughts away to return to the real world.
"I asked you if you're going to stay for the ultrasound." The doctor asked.
"Yes!" Danny answered quickly. The doctor chucked and said he'd be right back. "Hey, Sam..." Danny said quietly when he saw that they were alone in the room. She looked up to him, waiting for him to continue. "I was wondering if you need someone to be there with you... you know... when you deliver."
"It would be great to have someone there." She smiled up to him, already knowing where he was getting at. It looked like she wasn't the only one all sensitive about the pregnancy.
"Could I be there with you?" He asked nervously.
"Well, are you ready to face blood, my bad mood, screams and pain?"
"You make it sound like a battlefield." He shrugged.
"That's what it will be like." She laughed. "And I'll need support."
"I'll be glad to be there, Sam." He held her hand tightly in his and kissed it.
When the ultrasound started, Danny was dazzled. Sam could swear she saw drool. His eyes were glued to the screen and then the doctor told them they would hear the heart beating. Sam gave out a little happy cry when she heard it.
"Do you want to know the sex?" The doctor asked.
Danny and Sam exchanged a small glance before answering together.
"Yes."
The doctor went quiet for a few moments and then he answered.
"It's a boy."
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