Chapter 11:
Danny POV-
Oh God.
When Sam called me I knew exactly what she meant. She meant that it was time for her to move in with my family, and for me, for us, to tell my parents.
Shit.
I still had no idea how I was going to do this. I mean, I knew I was going to have to do it sooner or later, even the doctor told us that, but I didn't expect it to be the next day!
Sam's parents kicked her out, who's to say that mine will not do the same thing!
'I'm outside,' Sam texted me a few minutes later, and I flew out, phasing her suitcase back into my room and then flying back out to her. We walked into the living room, where only Jazz was sitting, reading a book by the light of a lamp. She looked up when we walked in, and, within two seconds she was able to take in the entire situation.
"Why don't you guys sit down, I'll go get mom and dad," she said, getting up. I nodded gratefully to her and sat next to Sam on the couch, a few seconds later, my parents entered the room, followed by Jazz.
"Danny? Sam? What is it? Jazz told us you had something to tell us?" my mom asked with concern, wringing her hands on a dish towel.
I glanced at Sam, who gave me a little nervous smile. I gulped.
"Um…I'm not really sure how to say this, but—"I started.
"Danny got Sam pregnant!" Jazz blurted out, before realizing what she had said and clamping a hand over her mouth, giving me an apologetic look when I glared at her.
"Danny?" my mom asked giving me the 'suspicious-disappointed-parent' look , "Is this true?"
"Yeah," I replied, "And now her parents kicked her out and she has nowhere to go."
"Well, of course she can stay here," my mom brushed it off like it wasn't even an issue, "but, how did this happen? How far along are you?" she asked I breathed a sigh of relief that they weren't kicking us out.
"Twelve weeks," Sam answered, Jazz gave us a weird look but she must have gotten from my expression not to say anything.
"It was when we went to one of the school functions. The punch must have been spiked because the next morning…" I told my parents, which was not technically a lie.
My mom nodded slowly, "I swear, don't we pay for security at that school so the punch doesn't get spiked, honestly. Have you had any doctor's appointments yet? Because, if not, we really need to get you in soon…"
"Don't worry mom, we have," I assured her.
"Oh good. So everything seems to be alright with our grandchild? No complications, right?" she asked.
"Grandchildren, actually," Sam smirked, "We're having twins."
I swear my mom's eyes doubled in size from the surprise.
"Twins?" she asked.
"Yep," I told them.
"Oh, well. So much needs to be done! We need to buy furniture and prepare the guest room and…" she rambled.
"Don't worry mom. We have that taken care of too," I told her.
"Daniel James Fenton, how long have you been planning things without even telling us!?" she exclaimed.
"Um…" I thought for a moment we found but when she was four weeks but Sam just told my parents it was twelve weeks so I subtracted the difference, "…about eight weeks," I grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck.
She rolled her eyes.
"Young man, you are in soo much trouble for this, by the way, but I'm glad everything is going well," she said, then she thought for a few seconds.
"And, Sam," she smiled at her, "You know we've always loved you like a daughter anyway, so you are definitely welcome here. I just cannot believe that Pamela and Jeremy actually kicked you out! You are their only daughter carrying their only grandchildren!" My mom shook her head. "Now, normally I would have you sleep in the guest room…but, given the circumstances, and the fact that that room with be made into the nursery, you can stay in Danny's room but I don't want any shenanigans, okay?"
"Of course not, Mrs. Fenton," Sam told her, politely, but there was a look of pure gratitude on her face from the fact that my mom was not kicking her out on the street.
My mom seemed, once again, deep in thought, and turned to Jazz.
"Young lady, you knew about this!" she accused.
"Um…kinda…not really…um, only for a week, I swear!" Jazz squirmed.
"Well, you should have told us," my mom sighed.
"I told her not to," I interjected, "Sam and I were waiting for the right time to tell everyone, so that's why Jazz didn't say anything."
Jazz looked at me, thankfully.
"Um…I think we're going to go upstairs, and unpack Sam's things," I cleared my throat, standing, and Sam followed my lead.
"Wow, honey, you are showing," my mom chuckled, "I think I still have some of my old maternity clothes if you want to borrow them."
"That's okay, I have some bigger stuff," Sam replied, and the two of us went upstairs.
"Well, that went better than I expected," I announced, flopping on my bed.
"I had no doubt that it would go well, your parents are actually good people," she said. She said it humorously, but I could see the sadness behind it at having been kicked out by her parents.
"Come here," I told her and she sat down next to me, leaning her head on my chest while I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, holding her close.
Neither of us said anything, we just sat like that for a few minutes. She sniffled only a little the entire time, almost more exhausted than upset.
"You know, the first thing she wanted me to do was get an abortion," Sam told me.
I said nothing; I just squeezed her shoulders a little tighter.
"You know, I'm not even upset. They were never good parents to me, if it hadn't been this, I probably would have been kicked out for something else eventually," Sam said, but I could tell she was still upset, she was just justifying the situation to herself.
"You are going to be the mother to our kids, that your mother never was to you," I told her, not quite sure where those words had come from, but, I knew that they were what she needed to hear.
"Thanks, Danny," she said, pulling out of the embrace to look at me, "For everything."
"Don't thank me, I'm the one that got you into this mess in the first place," I chuckled, but, I knew it was true. I was the reason that Sam could never go back home to her parents.
"No, you didn't. That ghost did. But you are the one who has helped me through it, so thank for that," she told me.
We sat in silence for another few minutes.
"So now that our families know, how long do you think it will be before everyone else knows?" I asked her.
"They probably already do," Sam rolled her eyes, but we both knew what we would be facing tomorrow.