My Someone (an o2l mostly Trevor moran fanfic)

Chapter thirty freakin five hah

[a/n tbh... Idky why I put that as the chapter title but I'm doin it...]

Sams P.O.V

They wouldn't verify me as the father??

What?! I was the only person she ever did that with like who else could be the father?

A dust mite?

I sat outside her room with my hands rubbing through my hair.

I was sweating like crazy checking my watch every five seconds.

I've been doing that for the past three hours.

"Sam the baby probably won't be born until midnight." Hannah came over to comfort me.

"I still want to be there! I don't want a nurse coming out saying do you want to see your baby? No. I want to be the first to see it. Not one of the first. The first." He said.

"Sam..."

"No. I'm fine. I'm just.. Ugh... Why?! I'm the only one. ITS ONLY LOGICAL!" He said.

"Okay Spock." she held up the familiar hand.

You know with the middle finger and the run finger separated...

"I don't know why she wouldn't want me in there. I'm the only one who's ever truly loved her. Who's been by her side."

"Except for that one year..." She said.

"Hannah."

"Sorry." She smiled and stood up.

"Connors getting us Starbucks anyone want some?" Haven finally looked up from her phone.

"Hey guys... I uh... I uh gotta go feed wishbone I'll be back... Hopefully. You know wishbone. Never wanting me to leave." Jc laughed and walked out.

Frankie decided to stay in the hospital room.

Hannah was out here even though She should've been in there.

Hannah's P.O.V

Jc has been acting weird.

Since yesterday I've noticed.

He's just acted different.

He told us he was going to find wishbone the other day.

Wishbone was sitting on his lap.

He then said he was going to take wishbone for a walk.

Without wishbone.

I don't know what's going on with him but it's just weird.

That relationship he has with his dog...

I decided to go back to comfort Sarah.

She was passed out while doctors worked around her.

I put a mask on and one of those robes.

"How is she?" I whispered to Frankie.

"Getting better."

"Oh hey I forgot to tell you happy birthday."

She turned 21 five days ago... I guess I did but I needed some kind of conversation starter.

[a/n if you read this book when Frankie was 23 I switched the ages around IM SORRY if I got anything wrong then... Just fix me okay?]

"You were at the party..." She laughed a little.

"So how are things with Jc?" I asked.

"He's seemed to distant. He barely talks to me anymore. He snuck out last night. I don't think he wants me around anymore." She said.