Looks like Sam is having alot of stress about the whole war. Let's hope these two can work together. Something happens in this part. Review please!!
Danny and Sam were still in the middle of war and battle. There was alot of tragic. People were dying, buildings were being ruined, and gun shots were fired. Sam was taking alot of stress from this. Danny would always comfort her every step of the way. Sam would give her heart and soul for him. She loved him deeply then she ever did when she gave him fifty bucks. She always felt worried and scared whenever Danny was sick or wounded. He also felt the same when she was sick or wounded. Sam was sitting next to a tree feeling with so much emotion. Danny came next to her as she turned her head to face him with her tears building up. Danny lifted her chine.
"Sam, I know things have gotten up and down, but I'll be fine at battle," said Danny.
"It's not that Danny," told Sam as she turned her face away.
"What is it,? Tell me my love," worried Danny as he put Sam's head to his chest.
"It's just that, now there's a bigger reason for you to protect me," admitted Sam.
"What do you mean?" Asked Danny.
"Oh Danny," said Sam as she took Danny's hand and placed it on her stomach.
Danny at first cocked his eyebrows, but then realized what she was trying to say.
"I'm a father?" Shocked Danny as Sam nodded with a smile and tears.
Danny smiled so big and then grabbed Sam, holding her tight. She wrapped her arms around his waist tightly.
"I can't believe it," cried Danny, "you're gonna have a child, our child."
"Yeah," smiled Sam as they kissed and Danny carried her in his arms, "Danny, is this necessary?"
"Oh Sam, I love you," smiled Danny.
"I love you too," replied Sam, she knew that he was happy for their baby.
Danny carried Sam inside their tent and laid down holding onto both her hands. She grinned as they both went to sleep. The next day, Danny told Jazz the big news. She hugged her little brother tightly.
"Oh Danny! I can't believe I'm gonna be an aunt," smiled Jazz, "this is the greatest day of my life."
"The greatest day of your life, so far," said Danny as Jazz laughed.
"So, is it a boy or a girl?" Asked Jazz.
"We're not sure yet nor who to call him or her," said Danny, "I'm sure we'll figure that out."
"I hope so Danny, I hope so," said Jazz.
A couple of months have passed and the war was still going on. Sam still had her baby inside her and wasn't sure how long it would be before the baby was out. She was out in battle with Danny trying to shoot off her enemies. She ran off and soon saw a leak in her pants that was wet and watery.
"Oh my gosh!" Cried Sam as she dropped her gun and her enemies stopped firing, apparently they weren't allowed to harm innocent people and Sam had life inside her. This was something unexpecting.
"What are you waiting for? Shoot her!" Ordered the commander of France.
"We can't, she's giving birth and we can't harm an innocent child," said one of the French soldiers.
"Oh, then someone help her then. After she gives birth, then shoot her," ordered the Commander.
"Yes sir," agreed the French soldier as the three men started preparing for the baby to arrive.
Sam wanted to stay, but she wouldn't give her baby to French soldiers if this was the last thing she'll do. She quickly took her enemy's gun and shot the three men and ran off into the bushes to hide. Sam pulled down her pants and undies and started to push her baby out. She kept pushing herself, but it was no use. She then heard someone come to her, it was a French Soldier girl. She took her hand and then spread Sam's legs.
"Push!" Cried the woman soldier as Sam, not having much of a choice, pushed and felt the baby slip out as the woman caught the little infant and she cut the cord as the baby started to cry.
The woman gently took the baby as Sam tried to see her child before this woman killed her, but could barely see it. The woman looked into her eyes and then gave the baby some sheets, then put her into Sam's arms.
"Why? They say you had to shoot me now," whispered Sam.
"Your people took my baby and left me wounded. I thought that if I was hurt when they took my child, I'd think you'd be hurt too," said the woman soldier, "I was taught two wrongs never make a right."
"Thank you," whispered Sam as the soldier left her having to hold her baby.