The [Not-so] Friendly Wars~ A Sammy Wilkinson FanFic

Epilogue #1

HELLO! This is the first Epilogue of three. KInd of weird, three epilogues, but I'm a weird person. The second epilogue will be in Sammy's pov, and the third is Sammi's. Enjoy!

~Sammi's Point of View

I lay on my back and rub lazy circles on my enlarged stomach. Sam climbs into bed with me. He's laying on his side, watching me.

"What?" I ask and he starts to smile. God, that gorgeous smile that I wake up next to every single day now.

I moved into a small apartment with Sammy about a month ago to prepare for the baby. My mom is to live with us when he or she comes.

Right now, I am almost eight months, but not quite there yet. My doctor tells me that I could pop any day now, but I feel like this baby could stay in there forever. Hopefully not.

Sammy kisses me good night and wraps his arm across me. He quickly falls asleep, but I am left staring up at the ceiling. Something doesn't feel right. It isn't Sammy, everything is as perfect as could be with him. It can't be Nate, I made up with him four months ago. We've decided to be friends. He's letting me keep the baby, as long as he gets to see it every so often.

God, it feels wrong to call it and "it". It feels so much more real that "it". Although I still can't fully believe that I'm having a baby. I decided not to find out what I'm getting.

I fall asleep, still deep in my sleep.

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I sit up in bed, wincing at the pain in my stomach. I look at the clock. Three A.M. I gasp as I feel another wave of pain.

"Sammy," I hiss and push him. He doesn't budge. "Sammy!'

His eyes open sleepily. "Sammi? Is everything okay?"

"Contractions," I breathe and he sits up. "Pack a bag, we need to go to the hospital!"

"Sammi, are you absolutely sure?" He says hesitantly, but he still gets up and grabs the baby bag sitting near the bed. "You're sure you are having contractions?"

"I know when I'm about to have a fucking baby, thank you very much." I growl, and he raises his hands in surrender. "God, hurry up Sammy! Babies don't wait!"

"I'm hurrying baby, I need to get everything!"

"Just hand me my phone, I need to call my doctor." He tosses me my phone and I dial the number.

"Hello?" comes the sleepy voice of my doctor.

"Hello Dr. Halley, sorry to call so late in the night," I say sheepishly.

"No, no, Sammi that's okay! What do you need?" My doctor is like the nicest woman ever. She deals specially with my type of situation.

"Well, I think I'm going into labor." I wince again as the next contraction comes.

"How often?" She gets into doctor mode super quick.

"Well, I've been awake five minutes and I've had almost four." I explain.

"Yeah, we should get to the hospital. I'm almost positive you're going into labor."

"Right now?"

"Wait about a half an hour, then call me back if they don't stop." I almost hear her smile through the phone.

"Okay, thanks Doc."

"Don't forget to call back. I'll be up." Then she hangs up.

"Calm down Sammy, I'm calling her back in half an hour if they don't stop." Sammy looks at me like I'm crazy.

"But you just told me to hur- nevermind." He pulls my arm and gets me walking. "Your supposed to walk around, right?"

"No, dumbass, only when your about to have the fucking baby."

"But you are! About to have a baby."

"Only if the contractions don't stop." I gasp in pain as another one comes. "And it looks like they're still coming."

I sit on the couch while Sammy attempts to build the car seat, which he had procrastinated about for weeks. We had everything else set up. The baby would sleep in our room. I wanted it close.

After thirty minutes, the contracctions hadn't changed, just happened more often. So I called the doctor.

"Alright Sammi, I'm on my way to the hospital. You're kind of far away, so get driving. Let's have a baby!" She calls, and I laugh. "Don't worry about calling the hospital and everything, I'm coming in just for you, and I'll call them."

We get in the car, the car seat settled in the back seat, Sammy driving and me in the passenger seat, holding on to the edge of the seat so I wouldn't scream. He's driving as fast as he can without breaking the limit.

We get to the hospital and quickly sign in and stuff. They lead me to a room and hook me up to a machine that monitors the contractions, and then Dr. Halley comes in.

"Alright, Sammi, looks like you are about to go into labor!" She says excitedly and claps. "Congratulations!"

"Oh my god, can we get that shot in the back or whatever? This hurts so bad," I moan and grab at my stomach.

"Sorry girly, this baby is like about to come out. Like right now." She says and makes a pointy face for me. Just about then, I felt something that felt like my water breaking.

"My water broke!" I yelled and suddenly remembered something. "Oh my god, Sammy!" I clung onto his arm, horrified. "We forgot to call my mom!"

"It's okay, baby, I'll call her now and she will get here after the baby is here!" He pulls out his phone and I sham my head.

"Hurry up! No fucking way I'm having this baby without my mom." I glare at him.

Sammy sends Dr. Halley a look pleading to help. "Look, Sammi, this baby is coming right now. There is no waiting."

"This baby will fucking wait for me. I've been waiting for him for seven months, and now he has to wait for me." I growl and Sam calls my mom.

"Sammi, she's on the way." He says gently and I nod.

"Okay, Sammi, let's get more prepared for this birth. Put on these clothes and I will teach you some breath in excercises. " the doctor says softly. Everyone can tell I'm about to explode.

I go into the bathroom and change into the hospital gown and talk a quick mirror selfie. Last selfie with a baby belly.

I go out and sit on the bed and get arranged and wait for my mom by doing some soothing breathing excercises with the doctor.

"I'm here!" I can hear my mom yelling down the hall and into the room. "Oh my god, baby, I'm here, let's have a baby!"

I hug my mom while Dr. Halley gets the nurses and stuff in.

"Alright Sammy. Out." I say as they prepared me and stuff.

"What? No, I want to be there for you-" Sammy pleads and I shake my head.

"Nope. Wait outside!" He sighs, obviously frustrated, but leaves. I look up at all the smiling faces.

"Alright. Let's have a baby!"