Chapter 32: Jerky and Chocolate

Freddie's POV

I watched as Sam's mom devoured half of the little shrimp on the coffee table she sat with her legs gapped and picking at her teeth. My mom stared at her in horror. I knew exactly what she was thinking; it was what she told me this too many times when we were in high school. She said that Sam would turn into her mother, but she was already wrong. Sam had done so much more, but my mother wasn't seeing that. I almost wanted to grab Sam's degree and rub it in her face. I needed to make myself scarce Sam went upstairs and I knew she wasn't happy about the way things went down. I couldn't expect her to be. I pulled Carly to the side and told her that I was going to check on her.

"Don't leave me too long with these crazies. Try to get Sam to come back down. I know that those two aren't happy for her but the rest on us really want to help her celebrate the babies." She touched my arm and her compassion was clear through her eyes.

"I know Carls, I'll try my best." I quickly pounded up the stairs and found Sam sitting there chewing on beef jerky and watching some cartoons. She had taken her shoes off and her little toes were all swollen. He sat down at the foot of her bed and started massaging her feet.

"Happy holy that feels good!" Leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

"That's right, here another reason to keep me around," I chuckled as I tickled the bottom of her feet.

"Oh God, don't do that it'll make me whiz," she giggled. "Seriously I have very little control over whizzing these days." We both chuckled and then silence hit us.

"Are you coming back down to the party?" I asked because I wasn't going to force her into a stressful situation.

"Hell no, I said my piece being around them right now makes me want to hit something. But can I ask you do to me a favor?" I nodded and looked at her and she was giving me a goofy little grin.

"Can you bring me some of the cookies Max made. They'd go good with my beef jerky," she said way too sweetly.

"That sounds disgusting Sammy." I knew I was making a nasty face at her but I couldn't help and she just shrugged.

"I'm pregnant," she said as her excuse.

"I've seen you do things like that when you weren't pregnant don't use the chicas as an excuse. They're probably gagging too, they are part me ya know." She smiled and looked down at her stomach and placed her hands over it.

"Yeah, I know. I hope they are smart like you and that they have your eyes," she said softly it was so unlike her.

"You're smart two and our daughter would me hella lucky to have piercing baby blues like yours." I grabbed her hand and kissed it.

"Thanks I needed a compliment." She took a deep breath and then her eyes began to water again. "Shit, I hate being hormonal."

"I like you like this it makes you seem like a normal female. When we were dating I was always wondering what you were thinking and you were constantly hiding you emotions from me. This way you're emotions are on your sleeve and I know what it takes to make you happy." I leaned over to her and gave her a small kiss. "Like bringing you some cookies for you jerky."

"Yeah, that will make me love you forever," she smoothed her hand over my cheek.

"Well let me hop on that!" I went to leave but then paused what I was supposed to tell the crowd of people downstairs that were expecting her presence. "So what you want me to tell the guys downstairs?"

"Tell them I don't want to see them," she said bluntly and I glared at her. "Fine, I don't know tell them I'm too tired to party." I arched my eyebrow at her; I knew good and well that our friends weren't going to believe that. I went downstairs and as soon as I got there I saw Pam in my mom's face.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Pam yelled almost at the top of her lungs.

"That means that you and that daughter of yours probably put your heads together to come up with this plan to take advantage of my Freddie and get your grubby dirty little hands on his money."

"My little girl just cut me a pretty healthy check she doesn't have to take advantage of your son!" I was surprised that Pam actually defended Sam. I wish she had been downstairs to hear it.

"And what kind of mother are you to practically force your pregnant daughter to give you a handout. You should be offering to help her instead you're taking from her." Pam simply rolled her eyes at the prissy little woman.

"Please, you don't know my struggle and you don't know the bond between my daughter and me. She's happy to give to me and if she isn't she ought to be." I couldn't take this anymore. How could Sam and I be raised by two women that were so clueless?

"Enough, the two of you are so wrong! Pam I mean no disrespect, but Sam is not happy to give to you. Why should she be? You haven't been in her life for years and you expect her to just be happy giving to you.

"Well, she hadn't seen you for years either and she apparently gave to you … didn't she?" Pam was so crude I had no idea what to say to that.

"Mom!" I heard the hurt and anger in her voice and I knew that whatever she was going to saw wasn't going to be good. "What are you doing? You got what you wanted. I'm not going to allow you to insult me or the father of my kids in my house. You've got to go!"

"Saaammm, you don't mean that," her mom scoffed.

"Oh bet you nugget I do," Sam opened the door for her mother and Pam reluctantly left but something told me we hadn't heard the last of her.