iSurrogate
(Freddie's POV)
Shock came over my body. No movement. No words. Absolutely nothing. It's not like I can stop a 6 month pregnant woman from walking out. First of all, stress isn't good for the baby. Second, Sam's hormones have gotten 10 times worse since she became pregnant. I remember her joking that if she ever became pregnant with my kid that she'd beat the chizzle out of me everyday. Which is what she's been doing so far in this pregnancy (only it wasn't so much violent, as it was fun fighting.) But that was before this. We use to be able to joke around and gag with each other. That's all gone now. I'm sure of it.
What hurt the most is when she said no to me. I can't believe she said no to m- My thoughts were interrupted when Gibby walked in.
"Hey man." He waved.
"Hi." I sighed and replied glumly.
"Sam came over and is talking to Carly about something that happened. She told me to get her stuff or something. What happened?" I hung my head down, using my elbows to support the weight of my upper body on my thighs. My fingers gently surfed through my gelled hair.
"It's all my fault." I mumbled. Gibby sat down next to me and rubbed circles on my back.
"C'mon man. You gotta tell me what went down." Lifting my head up, I sighed.
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(Sam's POV)
"And then he told me to answer him. I wasn't thinking clearly, so I pushed him into the coffee table and stormed out."
"Well, what did he want your answer for?" I whispered what Freddie told me into Carly's ear.
"Are you insane! You should've said yes!"
"I can't! Especially not now." I looked down at my enlarged belly.
"Well, not now of course. Wait until the baby's born then m-"
"Carls, I can't. Plus..." I got up and supported my lower back with my hands.
"I'd look like a huge masochist if I said yes. I just...don't know what to do anymore Carls."
"Well, I think you and Freddie need some time apart is all. Live here for a while. At least until the baby's born. Then you can move back in with Freddie."
"As easy as that sounds, that's just the problem. I told you why I can't."
"Oh yeah, location. Huh, that kinda sucks. Well, Sam, do what your heart tells you to."
"My heart wants to go one place. I want to go the other."
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(Freddie's POV)
"...And then she left." I finished after a 30 minute rant to Gibby about this whole situation.
"Wow, did you even plan that?" He asked. I scoffed.
"How could you expect something like that to happen? It just...did."
"Well, let me ask you one question...was she?"
"Was she, what?"
"You know..." Gibby paused with a sigh. I answered.
"Of course. It's like we're 15 all over again. Except it's not as easy as watching her walk off a fire escape again. This time, she won't come back."
"Just give her some time bro. Even angels have their weak escapes. She'll live with me and Carly for a while, then maybe...you can work it out."
"But, my job..."
"What's more important, Sam's decision or your job?" I pondered on the thought for a moment before I nodded and got up.
"I'll help you pack her things."
(A/N: Kinda a short and pointless chapter but it has some irony and symbolism some of you english smarties may be able to dig up! What's this big secret? Hmmmm...find out the next chpater. It's the last!)