Here is the next chapter of There Goes My Life. Hope you guys enjoy it!


The next morning, Freddie awoke to the sounds of Sam vomiting in the bathroom again. Rushing out of bed, he found her gripping the edge of the toilet, now dry heaving.

"Oh Sam." Freddie grabbed her hair and held it back as he waited for it to pass.

"I threw up two other times in the middle of the night, so there is nothing left in my stomach, now it's just bile."

"Well that can't be good for you. I know being nauseas is common with pregnancy, but maybe we can go to the doctor and they can get you some anti-nausea meds or something to help with that."

Sam flushed the toilet, hoping that the worst of it was over. Sitting back against the tub, she sighed. "This is intense, and its just the beginning."

"I'll be here for you every step of the way. I promise. You go back to bed. I have to get ready for work. Are you going to be okay here by yourself today?"

"I should be fine."

"Well, maybe I'll ask Spencer to check in on you later. I love you. Go to sleep."


Knock Knock.

"Oh hey Freddo." Spencer answered his door. "What brings you here this early in the morning?"

"I'm about to head to work in a bit. I just wanted to ask you something."

"well shoot."

"Alright, well, I wanted to know if you could check on Sam a few times today. See, last night, we found out that she's pregnant, and she's been having awful morning sickness."

Spencer grabbed Freddie into a manly hug. "Congratulations Freddie! That's amazing! Not the morning sickness part, that sucks, but I'm so happy for you guys."

"Thanks, we haven't really told anybody yet, so I would appreciate it if you could keep it a secret for now. I just didn't want to go to work today and worry about if she's okay or not. It would really help me out if you could check on her."

"No problem Freddie, I've been through this stuff before. I can handle it. I'll let you know if there is any problem. Have a good day at work."


Three hours later and Spencer was getting ready to check up on Sam just like he promised Freddie. On his way out, he ran into Heather and Ethan coming into the apartment.

"Hey Spence."

"Hello gorgeous." He gave her a quick kiss. He approached Ethan. "Hey buddy, how was hanging out with mom this morning?"

"Boring."

He looked at Heather. "What did you do that was so boring?"

"I took him with me to run some errands. I'm sorry that waiting in line to fill prescriptions isn't more exciting."

"Well I'll take him with me then." Spencer put on his jacket. "What do you say Ethan, want to hang out with dad for a little bit?"

"Where exactly are you going?" Heather put her bag on the counter.

"Um, just to the, uh, junkyard."

Heather folded her arms in front of her chest. "You are going to take our 4 year old…to the junkyard? I think you are lying to me, but I'm going to let this slide cause I love you."

"You are right, I am not going to the junkyard. However, I can't tell you where I am going, because I promised someone I wouldn't. It's nowhere bad, I promise."

"Okay, just be back soon. Lunch will be ready in a bit."

"Alright, Ethan. Lets head out."


"Okay Ethan. Now you have to be good while we visit Sam. She hasn't been feeling well alright?" Spencer and Ethan were standing outside of Sam and Freddie's apartment. Spencer knocked loudly. "Maybe if you ask Sam nicely she will let you watch some TV."

Sam opened the door to see the two boys standing in the hallway. She looked down and was a bit uncomfortable at her appearance. She was in bed all morning and if she wasn't in the bed, she was praying to the porcelain gods. She was still in her pajamas, and her hair was in a messy bun. It looked like a rats nest at the moment.

"Uh hey Spence, Ethan. What are you guys doing here?"

"Geez Sam, you look terrible." Spencer made a face of disgust at her appearance. "May we come in?"

"Well how can I say no to someone who just insulted me? Come on in guys."

Ethan tugged on Sam's pajama pants. "Aunt Sam, can I watch Spongebob?"

"Sure sweetheart, let me turn it on for you." Sam turned on the tv to Spongebob, and handed Ethan a blanket so he could curl up on the couch.

"Spencer, would you like anything to drink?" Sam asked as she pulled herself a water from the fridge.

"Oh no thanks. I just wanted to stop by for a bit. See how you were doing. Doesn't look like you are doing so well."

Sam sat at the table and motioned for Spencer to do the same.

"I'm sure that it's just a bug. I'll be better by tomorrow."

"It's okay Sam. Freddie told me that you are pregnant." Spencer watched as Sam's eyes grew wide. "Don't worry. I'm not going to say anything to anyone yet. I know you guys want to surprise everyone. However, Freddie didn't want to leave you all alone since you were so ill. I promised I would check up on you."

"Well thanks Dad." Sam scoffed. "I'm alright though. I haven't been able to keep any food down, but I'm fine. "

"It's not good for you to not be able to keep down food. It's unhealthy for you and especially for the baby. How many times have you thrown up today?"

"Well by the time Freddie left it was three. Then I threw up 4 times after that. I keep trying to eat food, but it just makes me nauseas and I throw it up."

"Well why don't I take you to the doctor to get some medication? I'm sure he can do something for you. They probably see this all of the time and it can be a quick fix."

"Spencer I'm pregnant! This is just a side effect. Even though it's making me get sick, I'm not really ill!"

"Sam, I promised Freddie that I would look after you today. If he were here, he would be making you get in the car and you would be going to the doctor. I'm going to drop Ethan off at home, and then we are going."

"I hate the doctor." Sam sighed. It wasn't about her anymore. This is about her child. Her and Freddie's child. She couldn't let Freddie down. She had to go the doctor and make sure she was healthy. For him, and for their child. "Alright. Let me go change and I'll be ready. But they had better not be poking and prodding me, and you know, touching on me while I'm there. I hate that."

"I'm pretty sure he will just prescribe you some medication and send you on your way. I'll take Ethan home and be right back." Spencer went to the couch. "Say bye to Sam, Ethan."

"Bye Aunt Sam."

"Bye Ethan. Love you buddy."


"Heather?" Spencer called out as he entered his apartment with Ethan.

"Yeah? I'm in the bathroom. I'll be right out." He could hear her muffled voice coming from down the hall.

"No need. I just wanted to let you know that I won't be here for lunch. I have to take a friend somewhere. I'm just dropping Ethan off with you, alright?"

Heather emerged from the bathroom. "Now where are you off to?"

"I can't tell you. He made me promise. Oops! Now you know it's a he who asked me, dangit."

"Spencer. It's alright. Go help your friend, whoever he may be." She picked up Ethan. "I love you. Give me a kiss before you go."

Spencer gave his wife a kiss and ruffled his sons hair. "Bye guys. I'll be back soon."

Heather waved bye to her husband. "Okay Ethan. Since dad is gone, and it is just you and me for lunch, what do you say we make some sandwiches. Those are simple for two people. Want to help?"

"Yeah!"

Ethan was helping Heather put the sandwiches together. Well, he would try, and Heather would have to fix it for him. He was 4, give him a break.

"Mommy?" Ethan said while making his sandwich.

"Yes dear."

"What is 'pregnant'?"

Heather froze. Why would her 4 year old be asking that? "Where did you hear about 'pregnant', Ethan?"

"Daddy and Aunt Sam. I was watching Spongebob. Aunt Sam said she was 'pregnant' and that it was making her sick." Ethan looked sad. "I don't want Aunt Sam to get sick."

"Did you and Daddy go see Aunt Sam today?" Ethan nodded to her. "And is that when Aunt Sam said she was pregnant and sick?" Ethan nodded again. "Are you sure that is what she said?" Ethan nodded for the third time.

Heather looked away in thought. "A friend huh?" She looked back at her son. "Well Ethan, Aunt Sam is going to be okay. Don't worry about it. Pregnant means that she is going to have a baby."

Ethan's jaw dropped. "A baby?"

"Yep. But don't tell anyone. Aunt Sam probably wants it to be a secret for a while. So for the time being, you can only talk about it with me and daddy alright?"

"Alright. I wont tell."

"Good. Now let's enjoy that fine looking sandwich that you made."


"Ugh we have been sitting in this waiting room forever. When is the doctor going to call me back in the room?" Sam complained as she opened a magazine. "I feel like crap, doesn't anyone care?"

"It's only been 5 minutes. And I thought you said that you didn't want to see the doctor. If you feel this bad then why didn't you want to come?"

"I just don't care for doctors and getting tests done, etc, etc."

"Samantha Benson?" The nurse with the chart came into the waiting room.

"It's Sam." She picked up her purse from the floor and made to follow the nurse.

"Sam, be nice to these people. They can either help you, or hurt you. Be on their good side." Spencer scolded her from behind. "I'm coming in with you."

"Why? You don't have to." Sam asked.

"Because I don't want to be in the waiting room. There was a lady sitting next to me with a baby who's diaper smelled like it hadn't been changed since it was born." He placed his hand on her shoulder. "If you were my friend you wouldn't make me go through that torture."

"Ugh, fine. You can come in with me."

"Oh thank you so much."

Once walking the long hallway to the exam room the nurse went through the standard questions, and called in the doctor.

"Hello Samantha. How are you today?"

Sam decided not to chide the doctor on using her full name after she remembered what Spencer said about staying on their good side.

"Well, I found out that I am pregnant yesterday. I'm having terrible morning sickness. I've thrown up about 7 times this morning and I cant seem to keep any food down. Everytime I ate something, I would just get sick. Is there anything you can prescribe me that can make the nausea go away?"

"There is, but I would like to take a closer look at you first before I just go prescribing you something."

After taking a urine sample, gross, and establishing that she was in fact pregnant and that was the cause of her sickness, the doctor called in the nurse.

"Amy, I need you to call in a transport vehicle for Mrs. Benson to the hospital. Have them prepare her a room and start a drip. All of the information is in her chart." The nurse left quickly.

"Wait, wait, wait. The hospital? No no. I just need to stop vomiting." Sam protested.

"I'm sorry Samantha, but with the amount of vomiting you have been doing, you are extremely dehydrated. Currently you cannot keep any nourishment in your body, and that is a health risk to both you and your child. The only way to help you is to have an I.V. drip inserted, and that requires the care of the hospital. We are calling for a transport vehicle to take you there."

"Somethings really wrong with me?" Sam asked worriedly.

"Not to worry, Samantha. It shouldn't take too long before you are better and can return home. You can wait here and a nurse will come and get you when your transport vehicle is here."

Once the doctor left, Sam looked at Spencer. "I don't want to go to the hospital. You promised me that there would be no poking and prodding going on today. Just medication. Now I have to go and be poked and prodded. They will probably make me wear one of those awful gowns too."

"Sam, you are dehydrated. That's not good. This is what is best for you. I'm glad I made you come here. If you were to stay home you could have been in serious danger and no one would have been there with you."

"I wish Freddie were here."

"I'll call him for you."

"No!" Sam reached for Spencers hand that was pulling out his phone. "He's at work right now working on that important device. It's debuting in a few weeks and it's important to him. If you call him, he's going to leave work early. I'll be fine by myself."

A nurse walked into the room. "Samantha, we are ready for you now."

Sam turned to Spencer. "Please, don't call Freddie until after he gets off of work at 4." She moved towards the door before turning back to him. "Will I be seeing you at the hospital, or are you needing to get home to Heather and Ethan?"

Spencer knew that deep down, she wanted someone to be there with her. "Of course I'm coming to the hospital Sam. I'll be there right after you. Don't worry."


Sorry that it was a little shorter than the last chapter. I had a little scare today, because I have a good portion of this story already written but I thought I had lost most of it. Thankfully I found it and my heartbeat returned to normal. Please review for me and let me know what you think!