So, I'm not very happy with this chapter, I'm not sure why. I think it's because I find parts of it a little forced. Ah well, no matter what I say someone will enjoy it.

Chapter Four

Samantha stared at his face through the window. It was three day's since she was told he had woken up, and this was the first time she'd managed to find the strength to come and visit him. It didn't help that she had only that morning discovered that she couldn't hold off from seeing him for much longer.

Through the window she could see him smiling as he talked to his cousins and uncle. She remembered back after she had woken up from surgery after she was shot, the pain that still lingered (and the ache that came back from time to time) and the therapy that she had to undertake.

But this image was saddened when she remembered the discovery she had made that morning. She knew, the moment she uttered those words "I'm pregnant", he would probably be over the moon as she knew about his desire to have kids. But at the same time she was petrified.

How the in the name of Hell was she supposed to tell him that this baby she was carrying, might not be his; that it might be his best friends? How could she possibly live with herself if that turned out to be the case?

He'd never talk to her again, never want to see her face, or Danny's face, or anybody in the office's face.

Her line of thought, however, went dead when he turned his head and spotted her, his expression changing. He smiled weakly at her, and Samantha saw Roger and Allison turn to see what or who he was smiling at.

Jamie, however, was already making her way for the door, which initially petrified Sam as she had no idea what Martin had told them about their break-up.

"Hey Sam." She smiled at her, coming to a stop in front of Sam and turning to look back into the room. "I'm glad you're here. Marty's awake and ready for talking which is bad because dad's getting tired and needs a break."

Sam nodded weakly, smiling at the other woman. "I don't want to interrupt you all, though. Please, take your time. I can wait."

Jamie smiled, shaking her head. "You might be able too, but he can't." She looked at Sam through the corner of her eye, and Sam saw Roger, carrying Ava, and Allison leaving the room.

"She's grown so much." Sam breathed as she stared at Ava, wondering what her own child would look like at the same age.

Jamie smiled at Sam, looking over her shoulder as her fellow family members stopped behind her, both greeting Sam warmly. "Go talk to him, Sam." She instructed. "It's good to see you, again." She said, leading the other's off, as they too voiced their adieus.

Sam glanced back into the room and saw Martin watching her. He smiled as their lines of sight intercepted, making Sam smile in response.

This was going to be so hard.

"How are you doing?" Sam asked as she walked into the room, shutting the door behind her.

Martin nodded. "Good, well, I've been better." He shrugged, smiling.

Sam returned his smile, looking at the flowers she had in her arm. "I brought you some, um…" she indicated the flowers to him, which he nodded in response too.

"Thanks, but you know I prefer chocolates." He joked, causing her to chuckle lightly.

"Yeah, well I would have, but I don't want to get you into trouble." She set the flowers to aside and took a seat on the bed beside him. Martin watched her, curious of her presence, but glad of it.

A silence fell over them, Sam, trying to work out how to tell him her news, and Martin, well he didn't know what he wanted. He didn't want her to go, but at the same time he had no idea of what to say to her.

"How's work been going?" He finally asked her, in a tone that displayed completely his inability to find anything else decent to talk about.

Sam looked up at him blankly. "Oh, you know, the usual. Jack has me and Danny working our butts off with any case that comes in. The temp, Alexander Patterson, he's already looking forward to the day Viv gets back."

Martin nodded, looking away from her.

"Martin, remember, I've been through what you're going through–"

"When were you shot in an ambush?" He interrupted.

Sam sighed. "I was shot, in the thigh, remember? About two years ago? I'm saying I know about how long it's going to take you to get back."

"What makes you think I'll take the same amount of time as you?" He snapped.

"Martin, I never said that. For all I know you may take a considerably less amount of time to recover than I did, or a much longer time, I don't know – and anyway, I didn't come here to argue."

Martin held up his hands in surrender. "Sorry, I'm just getting sick of seeing the same four walls; the same nurses every day."

Sam patted his hand comfortingly. "I know." She whispered quietly, before looking at their hands.

Another silence fell over them, but this time, Sam wanted to be the one to break it. All she had to do, was build up the right amount of courage.

"I have something to tell you." She began in a hurry.

Martin shrugged, rolling his head to look at her on the pillow. "Shoot…pardon the pun." He smiled, showing Sam, what she was certain would be the last time, his gorgeous dimples, again making what she needed to tell him that much harder.

"Martin, I'm…I'm pregnant." She spoke quietly, wishing he hadn't heard. But he had, given how he tried to sit up the moment she finished speaking, and his smile fell to show a facial expression of shock.

"Whe-, I mean, how long?" He asked.

Sam looked to his face, and tried to do the mental arithmetic. "A few weeks, but Martin, it might not be yours." Immediately she wished she could take those words back, as he fell back onto the bed, his face, his eyes, his lips, his body, all appearing to go cold and rigid. "I'm so sorry Martin, I wish I could take it back-" she began, jumping off the bed and stepping away before he interrupted her.

"Who?" He asked quietly.

"Pardon?"

"Who?" He demanded, he had to know who had destroyed this moment.

Sam swallowed, hard. She couldn't tell him the truth, it would crush him. He thinks it could be Jack's her mind kept repeating. Again, how the hell was she supposed to tell him that the father of this newly discovered life, could very possibly be the same person who had survived the ambush with a light concussion and a few cuts and bruises.

It just wasn't fair.

"Sam, who else was there?" His voice was angry, and for a moment Sam thought he was about to cry.

No, I can't tell him. He can't know the truth.

"I," her voice fractured, and she knew she was at breaking point. This was so much harder than she anticipated. Well 'der' those little voices in her head were beginning to annoy her.

"I have to go." She grabbed her bag that she had left beside the flowers, knocking them to the floor in the process, as she left the room, barely holding it together until she found the nearest restroom and locked herself in a cubicle.

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