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Rachel looked at the ground as Puck mentioned the hotel room. That’s right. He had gotten a hotel room. Rachel was tired. But she really didn’t want to leave Sam. She was about to say something when Sam stepped in. She stayed quiet to hear what he had to say, and when they started with their back and forth, Rachel tried to jump in, but they were so into their arguing, neither of them noticed her. She huffed, and crossed her arms angrily, waiting for the idiots to shut up. Finally, they looked at her for an answer. “Well.” She started. “Now that you’ve seemed to get that I’m still standing here, I’m going to have to say that if both of you are going to act like this, I’d rather take my chances and walk home than deal with either of you.” She grumbled, not even waiting as she began to walk away. She knew she wasn’t going to walk home, she would probably call a taxi or something, but for now, she was going to sit in the lobby. She didn’t even look back to see if Sam or Puck had followed her.
The both stood there looking at each other for a moment as Rachel walked away. Puck made a step forwards and Sam cut him off. “No, I’m going after her.” He said fully ready to put Puck in his place, but Puck just smiled. “It’s about fucking time dude.” He said shaking his head. “I like Rachel, but I’m not stupid.” Puck said taking a pause. “I mean, I see the way you look at each other, just don’t screw it up or I have no problem reintroducing my fist to your face.” Puck said as Sam walked off after her trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Sam followed her into the lobby, wondering what exactly she was going to do while Puck went back inside to enjoy the rest of prom.
Rachel didn’t look at Puck. She couldn’t. She was shocked that he just pretended like nothing had just happened between Sam and herself. It was the only thing Rachel could think of. She raised an eyebrow at him, as he tried to pull her back to the ballroom. Rachel shook her head and stopped. “I don’t want to go back in there. Going back in there would just mean more questions from people, and they can all suck it for what I care.” She told him, her arms crossed. She also didn’t want to leave Sam alone out here either. She didn’t want to leave him at all. “Puck.. Thank you for bringing me tonight, really.. I had a great time, but. Prom is over for me. You’re more than welcome to go in there and have fun with the rest of your friends, but I want to go back to school, climb into my bed, sleep and pretend that tonight didn’t happen.” She told him. She knew she was hurting him, but she just didn’t feel that way toward him. “I’m sorry..” She said quietly.
“But I got us a hotel room..” Puck said looking at her ignoring Sam was even there. “We can go back there together; you don’t need to leave alone.” Puck said almost pleading with her. Sam scrunched up his face not one to be ignored. “No, if she’s going back with anyone she’s going back with me.” Sam said trying to be all authority like. “No.” Puck said as if just realizing Sam was there. “She’s going back with me.” This went on for a few more minutes, “No me.” “No jewhawk me…” “listen asshole.. Me.” “listen ferret head me…” “Listen here barbie me…” after a few more minutes of pointless banter they both managed to look at Rachel saying the same thing. “Who are you leaving with?” They asked waiting for her response.
Rachel continued pacing, despite Sam’s request for her to stop. She didn’t stop until he physically stopped her. “Yeah, it’s going to be totally fine. This isn’t going to bring the attention back on me, at all.” She shot sarcastically. Her breathing stopped short, and she felt her heart race. “Sam…” She muttered, about to protest, but then she realized she didn’t want to fight him anymore. She wanted to kiss him. So she closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to his. If it were possible, she would have probably melted. They kissed for a minute before Rachel pulled away, needing a breath. They’d been so consumed in each other, that both of them failed to notice the door opening, and Puck walking out. He cleared his throat, and looked between the two of them. Rachel just looked at the ground, and blushed. It wasn’t like she was with Puck, but she felt bad. She didn’t regret it, but she knew how Puck felt about her. And he’d just witnessed the two of them kissing, when she was supposed to be his prom date. Rachel took a deep breath, and prepared herself for more drama, that was no doubt going to happen.
She didn’t stop him as he leaned in to kiss her, which he took a good sign. When his lips met hers it was nothing like the first time they kissed, and somehow it felt different from every other kiss he’d received in his life. When she pulled away he rested his forehead against hers for a moment. “Sorry.” He said not sure what had come over him. “I just needed to do that.” He said realizing they weren’t alone anymore he took a few steps away from her, glaring at Puck liked he’d just ruined the moment, which he clearly had.Puck stood looking between the two of them with disbelief. Rachel was his prom date and Sam was an idiot. He was smarter than to start a fight at prom, instead he stood between Sam and Rachel putting his arm around Rachel’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s go back inside.” He said clearly choosing to ignore what he just saw.
Rachel crossed her arms, and waited for Sam to answer. When he finally spoke, she inhaled sharply. She didn’t have a clue. She didn’t even know he was interested in going with her. They had some serious communication issues. “I wasn’t even going to go at all, honestly. I didn’t think you wanted to go with me, and I just couldn’t say no to Puck.. He was really nice about it. And we’re just here together, not together.” She emphasized. “At least, that’s not how it is for me.” She added to the end. Rachel’s relationships were confusing the crap out of her. She knew Puck liked her, he made that clear, plenty of times. And she knew how she felt about Sam. But she didn’t know how Sam felt. He’d made it pretty clear that he was here for her, for the baby. But there weren’t any feelings there. But now, he was acting like there was. “So you didn’t like the way someone was looking at me, so you told everyone in the middle of prom that the baby’s yours? You couldn’t at least give me the heads up?” She questioned, still mad. “I guess.. It’s fine.. at least they all know, and we can stop being so secretive about doctor’s appointments and stuff now.” She sighed. Tonight wasn’t going as she expected at all. “I don’t even want to go back in there now..I don’t want to deal with everyone..” She muttered. Rachel ran her hand through her hair, and stared at the ground, not wanting to look at Sam right then. She started pacing, as she usually did when she was stressed out. She was trying to calm herself down, knowing the stress and the anxiety wasn’t good for the baby at all.
“I didn’t think I had to tell you I wanted to go with you I thought you’d just know.” Sam said seriously lacking important communicational skills. “I mean I figured you’re kind of having my baby that going to prom together was just implied.” He repeated rewording his previous statement to her. He promised himself he wouldn’t let ‘feelings’ come between him and Rachel, because there were none. Feelings made things complicated, sober he could avoid the clear feelings he had for her, but the alcohol in him could not, after all drunk minds speak sober hearts. “Uhm.. Well..” He said as Rachel did make a pretty good point. “No I didn’t.” He admitted. “You shouldn’t be here with Puck, I wasn’t thinking..” He mumbled, adding a quick Sorry as he watched her paced he didn’t feel much like going back in there either and her pacing was starting to make him worry. “Rachel you need to stop pacing.” He said getting up to stop her himself putting his hands on her shoulders. “It’s going to be fine, you freaking me out just stand still.” He put his hands on the side of her face now staring her in the eyes. He wasn’t sure what exactly came over him but he slowly began to lean to kiss her.
Watching her friends go by, some stopping to chat, and some just dropping off stuff, like their purses, phones, shoes, etc, Rachel found herself actually having a little bit of fun, even if she wasn’t dancing. Puck was there with her, keeping her company, and it was nice, even if she did wish she had Sam with her. She looked around, still not seeing him, and she really wondered where he was. Finally, the music stopped, and they announced it was time for prom king and queen. Rachel couldn’t really care less. She thought the concept of awarding them queen and king was stupid, and completely cliche. It was so rigged. It was always the popular kids who got the crown.
Some girl she didn’t really know won prom queen, and then she heard Sam’s name announced. She blinked, and clapped for him politely, as Puck sat next to her again, putting his arm around her. He leaned over and whispered something totally random in her opinion. “I booked us a hotel room, and we can go back to the school tomorrow, if you want..” Rachel was only half listening to him, as she watched Sam on the stage, who looked pissed, and she felt like he was looking right at her. Maybe he was. Rachel just nodded at Puck’s statement. She watched him questionably with the microphone in his hand, waiting for him to mutter some sarcastic smart ass comment.
When he blurted out those eight words, Rachel’s jaw dropped, and the entire room went silent. It echoed in her head. I’m the father of Rachel’s baby not Puck. Puck seemed to realize what just happened, and straightened up in his chair, removing his arm from Rachel’s shoulders. She just sat there, in shock. Suddenly, all eyes were on her. She blushed furiously, and glared in Sam’s direction. No, she wasn’t ashamed that the father was Sam, not at all. But out of all places to tell people, he picked the prom? Of course. It was so Sam of him.
Then the whispers started. Did Puck already know? Damn. Puck’s going to beat Evans’ ass now… Wait for it. Sam just stood there on the stage, not realizing what he had just done, clearly. Everyone processed the news, and then the chaperones had managed to start up the music again. Before Rachel knew it, she was surrounded by people. “Is it true? Is Sam really the father?” Santana asked. “Does Puck know?” Came Brittany. Tina was just standing there silently. She wasn’t the type to question things. She just kind of went with the flow. And she knew there was some sort of drama between Puck, Sam and Rachel, Sam and Puck came and went like no one’s business.
Tina was actually the one to speak up here. “It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not, it’s none of our business. This is Rachel’s situation to deal with, not the entire school’s.” Rachel gave her a thankful look, but shook her head. “I’ll just tell you.. Yes, Sam’s the father, yes Puck already knew.” Puck left to go do damage control with the guys. Right now, all Rachel wanted to do was find Sam, and smack him. Maybe she’d finally let him have a feel of how badly her punches hurt, even being pregnant. She was just more annoyed about everyone coming up to her asking questions than the fact that he’d just told everyone he was the father.
She excused herself, and began to look for him. He couldn’t have gone far. She couldn’t really be mad, she encouraged him to tell people Puck wasn’t the father. Rachel had gotten on his case about letting people think that he had nothing to do with it. Finally, she spotted him. He was looking around cluelessly, trying to find her, no doubt. She walked up to him, and the people around her were watching, waiting for some sort of confrontation, clearly. Not wanting to give them the satisfaction, she grabbed his arm, and lead him out of the ballroom. For being seven months pregnant, she was surprisingly strong. Once they were out of the ballroom, Rachel looked at him. “What on earth were you thinking?” She asked fiercely.
The room was filled with an awkward silence followed by some low murmuring, thankfully someone took the microphone away from him and he found himself ushered off stage. If it wasn’t for the stares he would have believed that moment was all made up in his head. He knew he needed to find Rachel and say something to her, something coherent… and sensible. She found him first grabbing his arm, he’d opened his mouth to say something but she was dragging him out of the room and he followed with a confused expression on his face. Had there not been spiked punch in his system he would of given her, a valid justification as to why he just announced to their whole senior class that he was the father of her baby and not Puck… However given his current state he went with something more honest and less thought out. “I was thinking, I don’t like the way Puck looks at you.” Sam said as if that was enough to justify his actions. “Why’d you have to come here with him anyways? I thought we had this unspoken thing were the two of us were going to go together, or you know not have dates.” Clearly he was off the mark on this one.
Rachel was having a good time so far, seeing everyone’s dresses, watching all the guys goof around, and that one serious moment when the guys gave their dates their corsages. Puck had gotten Rachel a corsage, and she slipped it on to her wrist, thanking him. The moment they entered the ballroom, Rachel looked around in awe. It looked fantastic. She immediately walked to a table, and sat down. Rachel glanced around, seeing that Mike and Artie looked satisfied, or proud of something, and she made a mental note to stay away from the punch bowl, she’d overheard them talking about spiking it.
After awhile, almost the entire senior class had shown up, and the dance started. Rachel just sat at that table, watching everyone have fun for now. After the song that was playing ended, Puck came over to her, and asked if she wanted to dance. Rachel shook her head, and Puck sat down next to her. “I’m sorry, I’m a terrible date Puck.. I just don’t want to be dancing too much…” Puck shook his head at her. “Not a problem, Rach. I get it.” The next song was a slow song. “How about a slow dance? Would that be alright?” He asked. Rachel thought about it for a moment. “Sure. That would be nice.” They walked to the dance floor, and Puck put his hands on her waist, her arms around his neck.
She wondered where Sam was, wanting to dance with him at least once before the night ended, even though there was still quite a bit of time left. The moment the song ended, Rachel looked at Puck and smiled, before sitting down again. Puck sat with her, and she shook her head. “Go. Have fun, I know you want to. Just because I’m pregnant and can’t dance, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. I’ll be fine.” She promised, giving him a push. He didn’t even nudge. “I’m gonna sit here with ya for a while. What kind of prom date would I be if I didn’t?” He chuckled. Neither of them knew where Sam was, or what he was doing, and Rachel was getting a little worried.
Sam had easily got lost in the crowd, doing a fine job of ignoring Puck and Rachel. Once he managed to forget about them he found himself having an okay night. Every so often he’d get a glance of Puck and Rachel he couldn’t tell if she was having a good time or not, but tried not to worry about it. Once however he’d spotted the two slow dancing on the dance floor he grabbed himself another glass of punch and needed to take a step outside.
Eventually he made his way back inside to the ballroom, just in time from prom King and Queen. He never understood why people cared so much about this part of the night. He didn’t care, the only thing he cared about tonight was the fact Rachel was with Puck. He knew a few of the guys had hotel rooms booked for after prom with their dates, he wondered if Puck had one booked for him and Rachel. He shouldn’t care about that, Rachel wasn’t his girlfriend in fact some days him and Rachel weren’t even friends.
Finally, after enough self pity and a few more glasses of punch Sam got the nerve to walk over to Puck and Rachel, and maybe finally talk to her. Yeah that seemed like a good idea, he was making his way over there when he noticed Puck’s arm around her shoulder and it was probably the mix of alcohol and emotions but he wanted to beat Puck up for touching her, and he was on his way to do so when suddenly his name was called. He was confused, and suddenly pushed into the direction of the stage, were apparently he had just won Prom King. One second he was about to kick Pucks ass for no reason, and the next he was standing on the stage a plastic crown on his head. The girl, whose name he couldn’t remember at the moment was given the microphone and going on about how much being there Queen meant to her. He rolled his eyes, not really sure how he had even gotten up there, but the next thing he knew the microphone was in his hand. He wasn’t really paying attention his eyes glued to Rachel and Pucks table. Puck was whispering something in Rachel’s ear and Sam was clearly glaring at them from where he stood.
After being nudged to say something he finally brought the microphone to his face, it was probably due the amount of punch he drank that brought on his lovely little speech. His eyes were on Puck and Rachel the whole time, clearly jealous as he quickly spoke his unplanned little speech. “I’m the father of Rachel’s baby not Puck.” He said clearly not thinking and just wanting Puck to get away from her. He didn’t realize how loud it sounded or, how quiet everyone got.
After a little while, the girls all made their way down to where the guys were. Once they got down to the lobby, Rachel saw Sam, and smiled at him, before being met by Puck. She turned her attention to him, and took his arm. “Thank you. You look very handsome yourself.” She told him truthfully. Santana clapped her hands together. “Alright lovebirds, let’s get this show on the road. Any slower, and you’ll be popping that baby out on the dance floor. And that is definitely not a sight we want to be plagued with. So let’s go.” Rachel just shook her head and laughed at her friend, before the group began to load into the limo. It seemed like fate or something, but she ended up sitting in between Puck and Sam. Rachel felt like the universe was messing with her. She looked over at Sam when Puck got distracted with a conversation with Artie about some video game.
“Hey..” She said softly, so no one could really hear them. “You look nice.” Rachel complimented. Why did she feel so guilty about being Puck’s date? It’s not like she and Sam were dating or anything. Yes, she had feelings for Sam, she’d come to just accept it. But she was still sticking with the whole ‘it’s because of the baby’ excuse. The baby that only Rachel, Puck and Sam knew the truth about. Everyone still thought Puck was the father. The ride was seemingly enjoyable with everyone just talking and laughing. Arriving at the prom, she got out of the limo carefully, and looked at the hotel they’d be at for the evening. It was huge, and Rachel had no doubt that some people would be getting rooms for the night here.
They all stood around outside for awhile, Rachel just staying with Puck, who had his arm around her again. She continued to steal glances at Sam, who didn’t look like he was having a good time. She felt responsible for that. She made a promise to herself to save him a dance. As cheesy as that was, she felt better about everything making that promise to herself.
Seeing Rachel with Puck instantly put Sam in a bad mood if he wanted to there or not. He didn’t like this whole jealousy thing, he wished he could just turn off his feelings towards Rachel, it’d make things a whole lot easier. Somehow he’d ended up sitting next to Rachel, of course. He wasn’t even paying attention when he sat down. He was kind of staring off into space when he heard Rachel’s voice directed in his direction he snapped out of it. “Oh, thanks so do you.” He said quickly, still kind of mad she was going with Puck. He wasn’t sure if he had the right to be mad at her or not, they never really talked about Prom. Each time it was brought up Rachel would start going off about how she’d be huge and Sam would promise himself not to bring up the subject again.
The ride seemed long, although it really wasn’t. He listened to bits and pieces of conversations nodding every so often so it looked like he was paying attention. He would have much rather spent the night alone in his dorm. He stepped out of the limo and quickly disappeared into the hotel not wanting to have to look at Rachel and Puck any longer. His goal was now to make the most of tonight that he could, it was his last prom he didn’t need to spend it sulking over the fact the girl he wanted to be with, had someone else as her date.
He made his way inside to the ballroom were there prom was being held. It was decorated nice, and all that he guessed looking around. It was around pretty packed with people already. He watched as Rachel and Puck walked in. She really did look beautiful, he wondered for a moment if circumstances were different and she was pregnant, would he have asked her anyways? Would he have felt jealous that she was with someone else if she wasn’t having his baby? His stupid baby that everyone thought was Pucks.
Tearing his gaze away from them he locked eyes with Artie and Mike who were grinning like fools around the punch bowl, he guessed that meant they had succeeded with there operation: Spike the Punch bowl. He thought of warning Rachel, but figured Puck would do that as he got himself a glass.
The time was here now. Prom. Senior prom. The night girls freaked out over for months, and guys planned ways to sleep with their girlfriends. Hotel rooms, limos, corsages, etc. To Rachel, it was a huge hassle. So why was Rachel in her room with a group of her ‘friends’ getting ready for the prom? She was asked to go by Puck. Sure, Sam and Rachel had made up, and he was helping her out, but she was completely unsure of where they stood with their relationship. She was just having his baby, but they weren’t together. And Puck looked like he really wanted to go with her, and she didn’t have the heart to say no. To everyone, Puck was a badass, but he got this certain look about him, that Rachel found adorable. So she was getting ready with Tina, Santana, and Brittany. Tina was her roommate, and she mostly kept to herself, but she seemed nice. Santana and Brittany were best friends, and a mutual friend of hers and Tina’s.
As she got ready, she kept thinking about Sam. Was he going to the prom? He’d looked indifferent when she told him Puck had asked her. But they were just going together, not together. Rachel had made it clear she didn’t want a relationship at the moment. She was getting ready with the other girls, because she was going to need a little help, and Santana had agreed to do that. Seven months pregnant made it a little hard to bend over and put heels on. She almost considered texting him to see if he was going. She didn’t think he was, unless he’d found a date. She decided against it, not wanting to give cause for one of the girls to take her phone from her and read her texts. Santana would have no qualms about it, Rachel knew.
Her dress was gold and strapless, floor length. Her shoes weren’t insane heels, but just right, to make her slightly taller. She’d borrowed some gold bracelets from Santana, and bought a little purse to go with her dress. Her hair was curled, half up, half down. Her make up was just a little more than usual, in fact, it didn’t take much. She didn’t wear much make up anymore, so her old daily make up was fine. The girls were all ready, and had time to spare, so Rachel sat down slowly, trying not to mess up her dress. The usual gossip ensued. Rachel didn’t pay much attention, until she heard Sam’s name mentioned. “-what about Sam? Isn’t he going to prom?” Brittany asked. “Sam’s probably going stag. Such a shame.” Santana answered. Tina nodded in agreement with the latina. So Sam was going alone. Rachel didn’t know why she cared so much, he probably didn’t care if he had a date or not. But either way, she kind of wished she was going with him.
Senior prom was a big deal apparently, even for the guys. They were all getting ready in Sam and Puck’s dorm, Puck seemed nervous and Sam really didn’t care. Finn was going on and on about the after prom party, and Mike and Artie were going over the best ways to spike the punch. Sam threw on a black dress shirt and clean dress pants, he didn’t really care to much about the night to be honest, but he wasn’t going to miss it. He’d though him and Rachel had this unspoken agreement about going together, apparently not. He’d listened to Puck as he went on about what type of corsage to get Rachel, it took Sam a lot of restraint to not tell him ever he thought Puck should shove the corsage.
Going with Rachel or not, he still found himself picking out gold. Sure Puck had gone all out getting a nice suit blah, blah,blah. Sam didn’t like to wear suits unless his mother forced him, and lucky for him she was miles away. He was sitting in a chair playing xbox while the other guys talked about there dates, plans, and all that boring stuff. Prom was off campus, and they were all taking a limo together something Sam was not looking forward to. A few rounds of MW3 later, he found them finally leaving to meet up with their dates. Sam was going alone, if anyone asked by choice, but really he’d just thought him and Rachel were going together. He wasn’t going to let that get to him brushing it off, as he went down with the rest of the guys to the front lobby.
The lobby was pretty much packed with most of the seniors awaiting there cars and limo’s. In typical boy fashion they took a few shots before leaving the dorm, each one equipped themselves with a personal flask in case Artie and Mike’s plan to spike the punch failed. Sam leaned against the wall with the rest of there little group waiting for the girls. Thankfully he wasn’t the only one going alone, Artie was going stag as well. He watched as they approached only really seeing Rachel, pregnant or not she still looked gorgeous in her dress. He pushed off the wall as she approached fully planning on tell her how gorgeous she looked, but was cut off by Puck, who got her first, placing his arm out for her to grab. “You look gorgeous tonight Rachel.” Puck said causing Sam to roll his eyes.
Rachel bit her lip. “Still. It could happen.” She argued. She didn’t know why she was arguing with Sam again already, when they just made up. But it was how they were. They’d always argue. Over everything. But Rachel didn’t think she could go without it anymore. “I’m just over analyzing everything I guess.” She shrugged. “I’m sure that everything will be fine..” She listened when Sam continued talking. “Yeah.. sounds good to me.” She muttered. She was still indecisive on the whole giving the baby up thing. But at the same time, she knew it was the best decision. She just wish it wasn’t the best. She wanted to keep her baby. But Sam was set on adoption, and Rachel knew it was time to give up the dream of keeping her. It wasn’t going to happen. “So, I suppose we should start looking for parents to adopt her?” She said, moving on. “As long as she goes to a good family.. I’ll be happy.. and then we’ll move on, and lead normal lives.. I agree.” She nodded, taking a deep breath.
“It’s not going to happen..” He said quickly under his breathe as they thankfully moved on to a different topic. Sam didn’t even know where to begin in the whole ‘adoption process’ but the months seemed to be getting closer. “Yeah, I guess that’d be a good start… looking for a family..” He said not even sure how to go about that… finding a family, was adopting a baby like adopting a pet or..? He figured he’d stay quiet on the whole thing not wanting to look stupid. “Yeah, a good family, no nut jobs or psycho’s that adopt like millions of kids for fun..”
Rachel nodded, believing every word he said. She trusted him wholeheartedly. As for the baby, they could get back to finding the right family for her. She didn’t need crazy people raising her daughter. But they could talk about that later. She still had two months to go before she popped, plenty of time to pick a family, right? Right. She answered herself in her thoughts. She let go of Sam and laughed lightly. “Highlight of your day, huh?” She asked, feeling better already. “Well, I truly do hope you’re ready for all the blood, sweat and tears.” She said, and looked at her stomach, putting her hands over it. “She kicks a lot still.. It’s weird… But at least her foot isn’t underneath my ribcage anymore…” She muttered. She looked at Sam. “I’ve been thinking a lot.. Probably psyching myself out, but I can’t help it.. I read somewhere that occasionally.. The mother dies giving birth to their child… And it got me worrying. What if I’m one of those mothers? I don’t want to die giving birth to a child I’m not even keeping! I don’t want to die giving birth at all.” She explained. Rachel really hadn’t gotten the chance to talk about this fear of hers to anyone. She knew that even as insane as it sounded, he would listen and try to reassure her. “I don’t know.. maybe I’m just thinking too much into it… I just automatically assume the worst. Always, it’s been that way since I kid. I always go with the worst case scenario.” She admitted.
“Wait.. What do you mean blood?” He asked confused as she started off on a pregnant rant, clearly trying to make up for lost time. Only a few minutes after making up and he was already missing the silence… Kind of. “Calm down, you’re not going to die, I’m pretty sure the chances are like…” He wasn’t exactly sure the chances up, because up until a few seconds ago he’d never even though about the mothers dying at child birth, clearly he hadn’t gotten to that chapter yet in the pregnancy book he had stashed under his bed. “Look, I don’t know the exact math but this isn’t the 1800’s so I’m pretty sure you’ll live.” He said realizing that probably wasn’t the most comforting thing to say, so he added a reassuring smile at the end of it. “Why don’t we think of the best case scenario, were you have this baby, we find it a nice family, then we graduate, go our separate ways to college and live a normal peaceful life.” Sam said wondering what normal even was.