Can't Get Attached; Sam Wilkinson

Chapter Seventeen - Names

"Samuel, we cannot name our child after a superhero, I refuse to prepare myself for years of my child being bullied." I groaned.

Sam laughed as he crossed that name off the list.

"Okay, I like Grayson and Bradley for a boy, and Malia and Heaven for a girl." Sam circled those names as I nodded in approval.

"So I was thinking about Nate and the Jacks being the godfathers," Sam explained. I raised an eyebrow at him and he furrowed his in confusion.

"What's wrong? Is it Nate?"

"No, I asked Gilinsky about it and he.. He said no." I stuttered. Sam shrugged it off and I was glad he did, I wasn't ready to tell him what he said.

"Let's go plan the baby's room," Sam stood, giving me an outstretched hand. I took his hand and he lead me to my old bedroom.

"This is going to be the baby's room?" I looked around this room, the things that used to go on in here.

"Yeah, it's the closest room to ours. And they can have this room until they move out, its big enough."

"But.. We've done things in here," I hid my face, blushing at the thought of the things we've done.

"Well, I was thinking of putting the crib here, and the changing table over there, maybe the-"

"Sam," I cut in. I couldn't do this.

"I-i can't do this," I whispered.

"What do you mean?" He asked. I couldn't look him in the eye and tell him. I ran from the room and into ours and quickly got in the shower.

The warm water helped wash away the nervousness, calming me instantly. I heard the bathroom door slowly open, then close. His belt buckle started to jingle as the pulled his pants off, and then he joined me in the shower.

"What's wrong," Sam asked as he massaged the soap onto my back.

"Sam, I'm overwhelmed. It's not that I don't want to have this baby, I mean I did get myself into this. But I'm afraid of my boss, if he finds out, he'll insist that I have an abortion. When I say no, he'll try to tear us apart, maybe find a way to send me off somewhere or get you arrested. He'll take the baby and do who knows what with it. I'm scared, Sam." I sighed, my voice shaky at the thought of James aborting my child.

"Regan, I promise that I'll protect you at all costs. I love you, I really do." Sam said wrapping his arms around my waist. I jumped when he suddenly flicked my nipple.

"Maybe we could have 'feel better' sex?" Sam asked as he laid his head on my shoulder.

"Sam, I pregnant. I think the job's done." I laughed and he whined in disappointment.

After our little talk in the shower, we spent no more time thinking of the baby.

You know, unless you think that picking godfathers and looking at baby stuff isn't spending time thinking of the baby.

Sam had an interior designer come to the house and help put the baby's room onto paper. She believed that a soft and pastel yellow would be a nice color to paint the room, and it would be easier to paint over when the child requests otherwise. She also told me that I should find a comfortable rocking chair to sit in the corner, and gave me tips on dealing with a child, as she had several of her own.

"Yes or no?" Sam asked. He was trying to decide which shade of yellow we should paint the room.

"I like the softer one better," I agreed. Sam shook his head in approval and passed the paint card to the designer.

"Well, I will keep in touch, and I plan to have the plans by next month." She stood and shook our hands before leaving.

"Imagine if we had to do all of that on our own." Sam laughed.

"Yeah, I would be even more tired than I am now." I yawned. Sam pulled me by the hand to our bedroom and we dressed ourselves in our pajamas.

"I know what Gilinksy said," Sammy whispered in my ear as we laid down.

"Yeah," I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to say anything.

"He's just angry because he liked you and now you're pregnant with my baby." I shrugged at him, not really listening.

"It is my baby, right?"

Okay now I'm listening.

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sorry that took WAY longer than it was supposed to and it didn't even turn out good

i spent most of break writing my other fanfic [nh] but I'm not writing it yet. comment here if you would read it

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