Carly's POV

"I was thinking about you and Shelby Marx together. Now that would rock." She smiles and puts her hands together in a prayer form.

I shake my head which is not good since I'm feeling light headed. "No. You said you where----"

"Hey you look great."

"Don't change the subject Sam. You're pregnant?"

"What?" Freddie runs out of his apartment. His eyes locked wide as if he saw a banshee.

Sam looks around, first at me, then Freddie, then down where the stairs are. Looking as if she should just run away instead of answering.

"Yes." She breaks down. "I'm pregnant and Warren is the father." Sam inhales back some tears trying to stay tough.

"When?" I asked.

"When what?" Freddie asks also.

"Shut up Freddie." I snap at him and turn back to her. "When did you sleep with him?"

Sam lets out a sigh and lets it spill out. "Before you came out of the hospital. When you came home and found me on your bed. That's why I went there. Because I felt humiliated, I needed you."

I rub my face with the palms of my hands trying to take in everything. "Ok," I turn to Freddie, "I will fill you in later." I turn to Sam and grab her hand. "And you and I are going to dinner and salvage what's left of our date."

We didn't say much to each other or I didn't say much during our car ride. Sam did much of the talking, trying to ease the tension. I just kept my eyes out the window, watching everything pass by.

"You look great." She says.

I looked down at my pink and black dress with fishnet gloves and then over at Sam in her strapless blue dress and her straighten hair, finally noticing how beautiful she made herself look tonight.

"You don't look so bad yourself." I mumble.

"Ah, she speaks. And her I thought you were a mute."

"Ha, ha you're so funny." I roll my eyes.

"You can't still be upset?"

That's easy for her to say, she is not the one who has to vision her girlfriend with some other guy doing the nasty. Eww gross!

Sam finally pulls into a parking lot and parks the car on the far end. The place looks familiar; it was the same place Spencer took me when somebody bought a sculptor from him. La Lugosi.

"We're here." Sam says through a tooth filled smile.

Still in shock, "We're eating here?"

"Uh huh."

"But this place is expensive. We can't afford it."

Sam leans over and kisses me twice on the cheek. "You let me worry about the price and you just worry about filling up your skinny tummy."

"If you're sweet talking your way out of the dog house, you're kissing the wrong cheek."

"Well just lift up that little dress and let me kiss the right one." She plays with my bangs.

"Let's go."

La Lugosi was packed like always with romantic anniversary dinners, trying to score the big business deal, or like in mine and Sam's case, finding out about an unexpected pregnancy.

We were lead to our table, a table with a view of the night life. Neon flashing lights and the shining of the stars give way to sights of the city I rarely see.

A few minutes later a strawberry blonde woman came up to our table. By the way she acted; she was fairly new to the job, working here to pay for college.

"Good evening, I'm Taylor and I'll be your waitress." She introduced. "How may I help you?"

"Could I have beer, wine, and scotch? Vodka?" I reply. "All mixed."

She lets out a laugh. Why is she laughing? Bitch, why are you laughing this is no laughing matter.

"Are you a little young?" Taylor lips her hair back and lets out another detestable laugh. "How about some root beer instead?

"Fine." I droop down in my chair. Sam's foot lightly kicks my leg and gives me a don't slouch look.

"What would you like to order?" She asks.

Sam looks at the menu, her eyes scanning from the left to the right. "Umm…" she bites her lower lip. "I'll go with the steak, well done. Some French fries and a cherry coke."

"Ok." Taylor writes down on her pad then focuses her attention back on me. "And what can I get you sunshine?"

I look down at the menu, down at all the choices I could consume. "Spaghetti is fine I guess."

"Alright. I'll be back with your order." Taylor finishes writing it down and walks away from our table.

Sam looks at me with a forced smile. "This is fun."

"Yea…fun." I look down and continue thinking about everything that has happen in the last couple hours.

It wasn't long until the food arrived which, I have to admit, was absolutely delicious. Sam even surprised me by taking her time eating. Eating like a normal person and not scarping it down like she normally does.

"You like your food?" She asks stabbing her food with her fork.

I nod. "Yea, it's good."

"Ok. Just wondering."

"Oh."

And once again, backed to the awkward silence. Just us sitting there quiet, once and awhile taking a look at the other one, trying to figure out what the other one is thinking about. I debate on weather or not I should start the conversation about Sam's new pregnancy. It wasn't until I hear her fork drop and that she takes a huge sip of water I know she's ready to talk.

"So are we gonna talk about this?"

"Alright." I drop my eating utensils. "What do you want to talk about first?"

"How about the fact that I am now pregnant with Warren's baby." She looks down, puckering her lips out. "And the fact if I even want to have it."