Hiding

Chapter 16

I was so deep into a book that I was currently reading that I didn't hear Sam come into his room. When I hear the drawers slam closed, I jumped slightly and let out a small noise. Sam must have heard it because he turned around chuckling. "Did I scare you?"

I set my book down beside me. "Pft. What? No." I lie.

Sam continues to smile at himself as he sits down next to me. "Sure. Whatever you say Scar."

I roll my eyes, "So what if I may have been slightly frightened?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to make fun of you. That's all." He teased.

My mouth falls open. "You ass."

I start to scoot away from him but I stop as soon as I feel his grip on me. "No. Don't leave. I was kidding." I look at him and he has his biggest pouty face on display. "Please stay?"

I sigh, "I guess I can."

The small smile that was on his face has now turned into a big goofy smile as I move back to where I was before. I sat propped up against the head board of his bed for a few minutes. We were both just enjoying the presence of each other. "Scarlett?" Sam breaks the silence.

"Yea?" I ask as I glance in his direction.

Sam has my hand in his and is watching his fingers trace over parts of my hand as he speaks. "Do you ever think about if one thing, just one small thing, wouldn't have happened in you life, where you would be right now?"

"Yea. All the time. Why do you ask?"

He shakes his head. "I don't know. I'm just thinking about all the shit we've been through and just to think that if you would have told Cara that you wanted to stay home that night we met, we wouldn't be here right now. It just kind of fascinates me I guess."

I find myself thinking about our baby. What would we be doing right now if we wouldn't have lost it. I'm reminded everyday when I see the scar on my now flat stomach. But I believe everything happens for a reason and I think that happened so my mom wouldn't be alone. The more I think about it that perspective, the more I'm at peace with the past. 

"Scar? What are you thinking about?" Sam questions.

I smile, "I'm just thinking about Mom and how she's up there taking care of our baby for us."

Sam's smile fades away. "That's very true. Our baby couldn't be in better hands."

Sam stays quiet for a moment until he speaks again, but this time it's in a very low whisper. "Do you ever think about what we would have named it?"

I nod. "Yea."

"I think maybe we should at least give it a name. Just so we can actually call it by name rather than referring to it as an 'it' or 'the baby' you know?"

"We'd need a unisex name. Like Jordan."

Sam shakes his head. "No. I don't like that one. What about Skylar?"

I think a little bit before answering. "What do you think about Alex?"

His smile reappears. "I love that name."

"It could be for either a girl or a boy and it's simple."

Sam nods. "It's perfect. Alex was perfect, but her or she is in a better place now. And that thought alone makes me happy."

I scoot closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder. I feel him wrap his arm around me and kiss the top of my head. "You know Christmas is only a few weeks away, why don't you invite Jay to come and spend a week or two here? Maybe he could stay for New Year's and we could go watch the Ball drop in Time Square?"