iSurrogate

(Sam's POV)

(3 more months later)

This trimester is a little easier than the last one. No more morning sickness, hooray! But on the downside, I'm becoming a semi-truck. Carly and Gibby owe me big time for this! As I came downstairs in my robe, not even bothering to fix my hair or put on make-up, Freddie was downstairs whistling and flipping pancakes. He saw me shuffling towards the island to grab a plate.

"Good morning beautiful." He smiled as he handed me a plate with a fresh pancake on it and a glass of orange juice.

"I sense sarcasm in that good morning." I said half-asleep as I went to sit down.

"Oh, nonsense!" He pulled my chair out for me. "You are. Sam, you're a glowing pregnant woman."

"Easy there Mr. Happy. Why are you so cheery? Get laid last night?"

"Ha ha! No, I just invented something amazing! Which I will tell you more about when I come to the restraunt for my lunch break but I'm late for work. Bye!"

"Adios Senior Techno."

...

"UUANG! I'm going on my lunch break. Get me 2 pork sandwiches with some fries!"

"Yes ma'am." She went running to the kitchen as I took my hat off and loosened my apron. Freddie came in wearing some weird glasses thing on his face.

"Yo, Ringo Starr. Over here!" I yelled. He came jogging over and sat down.

"These are the iGlass 8G. The newest and latest invention from Pear. Not only do they reflect glare and have GPS, they play music according to the weather outside. How cool is that!" I started fake snoring.

"What?"

"Nevermind."

"Fred, I need to talk to you, Seriously."

"Whoa, you haven't called me Fred since your mom died. What's up?" He held my hands across the table.

"Well...it's about you."

"Me?"

"Yes...and...the baby."

"Me and Carly and Gibby's baby...yes?" I sighed. I can't do it.

"Nothing. It's just not the right time. Simply that." I got up and took my apron off. I grabbed my coat off the coatrack along with my purse.

"Tell Uuang I'm taking the rest of the day off. I need to go lay down. I don't feel too good. Because of the pregnany of course."

"Ok, I'll be home after work. You call me if something's wrong."

"Ok."

I wasn't lying. I felt horrible. But not because of the pregnancy. It was something else. Something eating me alive. The timing wasn't right to tell him, or anybody for that matter.

...

I woke up to the sound of the front door opening. Freddie came in looking like a wash up old dog.

"Man, you look horrible. Tough day?"

"Insanely, but they took my idea!"

"Oh, that's great!" I got up quickly and hugged him. My stomach started moving.

"Oh! The baby's kicking. Feel it!" Freddie and I put our hands on my stomach and felt the kicking sensations.

"Wow, she's really energetic right now!" Freddie gasped.

"Uh huh, she gets that from her mother."

"Carly?"

"Yeah, she's having a Carly-fit." I laughed.

"Speaking of Carly, where is she?"

"Her and Gibby are on a date. Man, I miss dating!"

"Hey, why don't I take you out?"

"What? Freddie, you don't wanna go out with a pregnant lady."

"Yes I do! And we'll have a good time."

"Fine, time and place?"

"Tomorrow, 7 o'clock at Frankies."

"Deal."

...

After our date, Freddie and I got back to the apartment giggling.

"Oh man, that was the best date ever!" I giggled.

"I know! And it was so easy. No acts, no trying to impress the other person, just a good time." Freddie said as he helped me out of my coat.

"Right? I wish I could just find that on every first date." I sat on the couch, completely ready to pass out.

"Hey...I didn't get the chance to ask you at dinner but, have you decided yet?"

"No Freddie. And I don't think I can for a while."

"Sam, you have to! I don't have much time to fiddle around with."

"Well, I'm sorry. I can't just yet."

"You have to!"

"Did you not just hear me! I. CAN'T. It's a hard decision to make." He was about to speak.

"No, let my finish. You are making this decision be prolonged. You are the reason I'm the way I am. and YOU are the reason I feel like shooting myself. I don't know if you get some thrill of pissing me off. But you sure do a very fine job of it. I'm sorry. I am truely sorry I can't say yes or no. But you are making this too damn hard!"

"Sam, you HAVE TO!" I snapped. I pushed him into the coffee table and stormed out the door.

"I'll have Gibby get my things in the morning. I don't ever wanna see you again. My answer is no!" Those were the last words I said before I slammed the door.