There were many things that Sam Evans thought would never happen. He never thought he'd be homeless at any point. He never thought that the a-maze-ing Mercedes Jones would be ever be his girlfriend. And he never thought he'd be a father at 17. But here was Mercedes standing in front of him, holding three positive pregnancy tests in her hand.
She hadn't even spoken. She had just walked up to him as he waited outside the Lima Bean for her, and pulled out the tests.
"Whoa." Sam exhaled sharply. "This is bad. Very bad. This is worst thing to happen since Dr. Grace died in Avatar."
"Nice. Glad to know what you think of our child." She turned to walk away.
Sam put his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her around to face him. "No, that's not what I meant. I love you and I'll love this kid. But this is Lima. From what Quinn told me, being a teenage mother here isn't very pleasant." And I'm homeless and therefore would fail at being a father to this kid. He thought.
"Then I'll leave. I'll go to New York. No one will find me there." Mercedes gave him a look that clearly said, that's your reason?
"You'll do what now? You can't be serious!"
"Oh, but I am. You can come, but my mind's made up. I'm leaving with or without you." And with that, Mercedes walked away, leaving her boyfriend and baby-daddy on the sidewalk.