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AN: Sorry for the slow updates, life is kind of busy right now with Prom, and everything!

She woke up feeling better than she had in a really long time, looking around the room for the first time in a long time she felt like she was home. Sitting up she wonder where Sam was, how he was feeling; and well you know adjusting to her being back.

Stepping out of their old bed, she made her way to the closet, opening the door she noticed that all her clothes were gone. She spun around, her eyes racing around the room, he had take down everything that was hers; the painting of the beach where he proposed, their wedding photos that were neatly places on their dresser, the photo he kept by his bedside table of her, and her jewelry box that she kept on the her side of the dresser. All gone.

It hurt; seeing how easily he could get rid of all that stuff. Except it was just stuff; it was pieces of their history, and in a way pieces of her. She felt tears fall from her eyes as she made her way to the living room, wiping them away quickly as she saw Sam sitting on the couch watching the highlights of hockey game from the night before.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?" He said looking up at her, noticing instantly she had been crying.

She looked at him, he spoke to her as if she never left. He was wearing a pair of black track pants and a grey hoodie, feet resting on the coffee table that was parallel to the couch. "Fine, how long did it take you to get rid of all my stuff I left behind?" She was being blunt that's for sure, she was hurt, maybe things were really over between them.

"Well, uhh I wasn't going to keep it here, laying around, because every time I saw one of our wedding photo it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest, or whenever I walked past our closet I smelt your perfume, and it felt like you never left but then I was thrown right back into reality and remembered you left, you were gone and I had no idea when or if you were ever coming back. So I'm sorry Andy I didn't keep all your stuff here, but my god my heart could handle seeing it everyday." Standing up after he finished, he was hurt by what she had done and it showed.

"I told you I had to leave, I did it for us." She told him, getting angry at herself because it could really be over between them.

"Andy, stop lying to me and more importantly yourself, you left for you, you couldn't handle what happened, and you weren't willing to let me in, so what do you do you ran just like you always do." As soon as those words left his lips he knew this conversation wasn't going to end well.

"So this is all my fault.." Her bambi eyes glued to the floor.

He cut her off, "I told you how I felt the day you left, I told you that you were it for me, I opened myself up to you and you left me, so where does that leave me? You told me in my office that this may be over, and uhh I think I need some time.." He trailed off, heading for the door.

"So that's it Sam you're done, throwing in the towel, you didn't fight for me the night I left, and you're not fighting for me now, big surprise." Moving her hands around in the air, as she attempted to keep him from leaving. She realized he may be serious, they were done; it was over.

"Don't ever say I didn't fight for you, I told you how I felt, what else was I suppose to do Andy?! Track you down? Drag you home? All for what you would of just left; again."

She knew he was right, she probably would of done something stupid like, filing for divorce or something else equally as stupid.

"And you know what, Andy, if anyone didn't fight for this it was you," it broke his heart to her but she needed to know.

"You left; me again. I don't know if I can do this... anymore. I don't think there's anything left to fight for." He looked at her, her eyes pooled with tears.

"And do you what kills me the most about this whole thing, you still haven't told me why you came back? You freaked out at me for packing your stuff up without giving me an explanation of what you're doing back here..." He was in defense mood, trying to protect himself.

She knew she would have to tell him why she came back, and she knew he wasn't going to be happy when she told him.

"Sam, uhh if there's nothing left to fight for then my purpose from coming back; coming home, really don't matter do they?" she was questioning him, thinking if he fought to know why then she still had a fighting chance to fix them. But if he accepted her response it really was over.

Their eyes locked, Andy waiting to hear his response. Sam wondering to fight for a real answer.

Moments passed that felt like hours to the both of them.

"Damn it Andy! Tell me why you came back?" Sam yelled, he was frustrated. All he wanted was answers, closure on this whole nightmare.

"Did you come home to divorce me? So you could run off with your new guy, you met at some bar far away from here? What Andy, tell me why you came back; please." Sam Swarek was never on to beg but all he wanted was answers. He needed them.

She mumbled her reason, Sam's heart was beating too quickly for him to hear her answer.

"Pardon me?" he said, nervously awaiting her to repeat herself.

"I said, I'm pregnant Sam."

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