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Danny headed back to Sam's house to find her asleep, her cheeks stained with tears and a frown marring her beautiful face. He left the room and headed back downstairs with his books. He needed to catch up on his reading and with her sleeping he could do that while keeping an eye on her so pulling out the first book about her pregnancy he began to read.

An hour later found him in the same spot, but no the book about women and their hormones, his cerulean eyes huge with every sentence.

I had no idea that they went through this shit. He thought about all the things that he knew about women and he could fill the back of a stamp. Sad. Ew, this is just as gross as the other book. Danny was finding that the books Blossom had given him were pretty graphic. Pregnancy was a beautiful thing until you read the fine details and then he found his stomach turning. Suddenly he heard the sound of footsteps and looked up just as Sam entered the room, her hair slightly mussed and her eyes half lidded.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he said as he put the book down, the place saved with a bookmark that he had found on the table. She grumbled something and he smiled. "Not a restful one?"

"I don't understand," the Goth muttered as she turned from him and headed for the kitchen. Getting a vegetable drink from the fridge she turned to find Danny still watching her a rather confused look on his face and she shook her head. She just didn't understand why he was still here. There were other women that he wanted and others that would flock to him if he told them he was interested so why was he still here with her when she had made it clear that she wasn't looking for a relationship with him?

"What don't you understand?" the halfa questioned. Sam sat down at the breakfast counter that meant her back was to him as she drank her vegetable juice. "Sam, what are you not understanding?"

"Everything," she said as she turned to him, her chair swiveling to look at him. "I don't understand the situation. I don't understand you. I don't understand any of it." Danny stood up and headed over to her as she watched him with wary amethyst eyes. "Why are you still here? Why don't you just go?"

"Because I don't think that you want me to go," was his response. "I feel that you are just pushing me away even when you want me closer. I have no idea why because I don't understand everything about you and you won't let me." The Goth sighed. It was true that he was right about that, about her wanting him and yet forcing him away. There was so much going on with her and now this pregnancy was muddling her brains to the point that she couldn't think straight. "Can't you just give us a chance?"

"I wish I could, but there is no us and there never was," the raven haired beauty muttered as she turned back to her drink. "There was one night of drunkenness and that was it." Taking a drink she turned back to him, her eyes unreadable as she said, "In fact, who is to say that you even knew what was going on at the time with your memory gone and all? Do you even know why you have forgotten your memory?" He shook his head. "It could be the fact that you went into shock the next morning when you saw me in your bed."

"N-" Sam held up her hand. She knew somethings, hell, she had read just about every book in history and after that faithful night she had done some of her own research.

"I read a few books after that night, the morning that you woke up and it was like nothing had happened. It was like it was that day I wished we weren't friends, except we were still friends." Taking a deep breath she turned from him before saying her next words, "That means that you couldn't deal with us having intercourse." Danny stepped back from her, but he wasn't going to leave her, no, he was going to stay there and make her realize that it wasn't like that. He did want her and he hadn't forgotten his memory over something like that! "Now, I have an appointment with the doctor today and I don't mind if you come as it is your child and all." Getting up she threw her drink away before heading back upstairs, the clock on the wall reading three in the afternoon.

Time was just running together now and Danny wasn't sure how many days had even passed. He went back and grabbed his books just as Sam came back down, her large shirt black, but so different from what she normally wore while her pants were tights, another thing he had never seen her wear.

"So, you ready to go?" the raven haired woman inquired before heading for the door as Danny just stared at her.

"I am so glad that I am not a woman," the halfa muttered.

When they arrived at the doctors office the pair of them headed for reception, the waiting room large and luxurious looking. There weren't very many people in the offices and Danny wondered if it was because they were all rich enough to have their doctors come to their houses.

"No," Sam hissed to him as she took the papers that she was required to fill out before heading to a corner. "They could call the doctors to their house because they are rich, but most of them just want privacy so they don't come out to a doctor for fear of it ending up in the paper." She sat down and began to fill out the sheets, her handwriting neat and feminine, but not too feminine with all the swirls and hearts that most girls did.

"Then why don't you?" Sam didn't even pause in her writing.

"Danny, I don't care about people's opinions. Love me or hate me, but I will be myself." That made sense and Danny wanted to hit himself for asking the question. Within minutes the heiress got up and handed the sheet back to the receptionist who immediately led her back to be weighted and measured before Sam was allowed back into the waiting room. Danny had wanted to go back with her but when she told him that it was just for basic information that would take no more than five minutes he decided that he should wait. He knew that she was trying to tell him that it would be useless for him to be back there for something so routine.

As they waited Danny looked around the room, his cerulean gaze taking it all in as the woman next to him just sat there, her eyes closed as she took deep breaths.

"So, Sam, has the sickness part of it passed?" the halfa inquired. Sam's eyes flew open and she glanced at him, her amethyst gaze meeting his.

"Yeah, thanks for asking. Well, I hope it has because I haven't felt the urge to vomit in a minute," she said before closing her eyes again.

"Do you have any weird cravings?" Again the female opened her eyes and looked at the father of her child. It seemed that Danny wanted to know a few things about her pregnancy and then she remembered that the halfa had read some books on the ride over here and wondered if they had to do with this sudden out pour of questions.

"Danny, what is up with you?"

"I just want to know what is going on with you and the baby?" She smiled.

"Okay, let me just tell what is going on with us," the Goth said. "I am figuring myself to at least be four moths along," she said as she lifted her shirt a bit so he could see the small bump. "Judging by all the pictures I have seen and the timing from when.. when we did it and no, no weird cravings just the usual, but a lot of girls never get that symptom." Pulling her shirt down she continued, "I don't have swollen ankles or anything like that, but I know you could tell that just by looking." Danny just stared at her, but his eyes were still glued to her stomach. "Danny?"

"Could I see your stomach again?" A blush fell over the Goth's face at his request and nodding she pulled it up so he could see the small baby bump. He reached out, but before laying his hand on the exposed flesh he looked to her, the question in his eyes and without hesitation she nodded again. Smiling his large hand rested on her stomach and both of them stiffened, but Danny just sat there with his hand on her stomach as he thought about the fact that his child was in her stomach, growing. He was in awe and at the same time Sam was feeling an urge she thought had passed. She wanted the man holding her stomach to do more and yet she knew they were in a public place and that she shouldn't be feeling such feelings.

"Samantha," a nurse called out, both dark headed adult separating as if they had been doing something more than just bonding over the baby. A flush grew bright on both their faces as Sam pulled her shirt down. Getting up they head for the back offices.