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Sam's POV

Mara puts the car into park outside Planned Parenthood. "You sure this is where you wanted me to drive you?"

"Yeah," I sniffle. She places a gentle hand on my knee.

"Oh, Sammi . . ."

"Please don't tell anyone you brought me here. I haven't told anyone."

"I promise."

I open the door. I twist to exit the car. I pause with one foot on the concrete. My bite my lips. Tears well in my eyes. "I don't know if I can do this."

"Because of Ian?"

I nod, covering my face with my hands. I release a single sob. She rubs my back.

"You don't really want to get rid of it, do you?"

"I don't know what I want."

"Can I take you somewhere? Of my choosing?"

I nod. I put my foot back in and close my door. "Yeah. Sure."

She waits for me to buckle and then puts the car in drive. She gives me a supportive smile and drives away from the place that I thought would be my saving grace.

She pulls up to a doctor's office. I crinkle my nose. "What are we doing here?"

"This is my mom's office. I thought maybe you would like a check up, and to find out how the baby is doing, before making any decisions."

I nod a couple of times. "That's probably a good idea."

"Don't worry, I'll be with you the whole time." She smiles and squeezes my hand. "Come on."

I follow her into the building. It smells of chemicals, like any other doctor's office. Although they're trying to mask the smell with an air freshener.

We wait for thirty minutes before we're called back. Mara smiles and tells me I don't need to fill out any paperwork yet. Her mom will see me once before asking for insurance and such.

I take a deep breath and hold tighter to Mara's hand as we walk back.

Ian's POV

I smile and tuck Sam under my arm. She's been really down lately, verging on moody. I've tried to spend as much time with her as I can before I leave for college, but I'm sure her emotions aren't helped by her recent period. I just wish she would tell me what's bugging her. I know there's something up, but she always brushes me off and tells me she's fine.

The younger siblings run around the backyard. Sam and I are perched on the deck swing. Mara and Noah sit at the edge of the porch, their legs dangling off. Mara turns and gives Sam a small smile before turning back around and leaning into Noah.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing," Sam says quickly. She keeps fiddling with the hem of her shorts. "She's probably just saying hi."

"Hmm." I put my chin on her head and take a deep breath of her scent. She's dressed in one of my flannels and hoodies, and it's insanely attractive. "Doing anything tomorrow night?" I ask in a low voice. She tilts her head slightly, raising her eyebrows.

"Depends. What have you got in mind."

"I figure if it's our last night together for a while, we better make it count." I lightly kiss her neck. She tucks her hands into the hoodie pocket.

"So hanging out? Maybe a movie night?"

I lean back, watching her curiously. "Not exactly what I had in mind, but sure."

"Not everything has to be about sex, Ian." Her voice is quiet.

"I know that. I just thought—"

"Can we plan something other than sex? Please? And then if I'm not too tired we can maybe . . . have sex."

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" I gently touch her forehead. "You sound unwell."

"I'm fine," she snips and stands up, stalking away from me. "I have to pee, I'll be right back."

"Okay." I watch her in bewilderment. If she would only tell me what's wrong, maybe I could help her. I spy Mara watching us, but as soon as I look her way she whips around to face the yard. She definitely knows what is going on.

I smile at Samantha as she rejoins me. She sits next to me and curls into my side. She lays her head on my chest. I stroke her hair. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"I don't have to want sex all the time."

"I didn't say that, and I agree. But that's not what this is about, and we both know it." She remains silent, staring out into the night sky, an unreadable expression on her face. I place a kiss on her head and continue the pets I know she loves. "You can tell me when you're ready. I'll wait."

Sam's POV

Ian and I spend the next night together after dinner at his house. We watch movies on the tv, fling snacks at each other, and genuinely have a good time. My heart aches whenever I think about him being apart from me. I don't think I can emotionally handle the separation right now. But I'm trying to be strong. For him.

We do end the night in my bedroom. I didn't have the heart to tell Ian I didn't really want to have sex, especially since it's the last night we'll have together for a while, so I just laid back and tried to enjoy it. I let him do most of the work. He at least seemed to thoroughly enjoy himself.

I cuddle into his arms, unsuccessfully holding back the tears trickling down my cheeks as I listen to his breathing. I'm going to miss him. I don't want to be away from him. I don't want to be pregnant and alone. But I don't have the guts to tell him that our biggest secret could be found out.

Maybe I can just have the baby in secret? Pretend I'm too swamped with school to visit anyone?

Ian stirs, sighing deeply. His thumb caresses my cheek. "Why are you crying," he mumbles almost incoherently. I sniff softly.

"I don't want you to leave."

A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth and he pulls me closer. "I will always be here for you, Samantha."

"Even if I made the biggest mistake I could ever make in my life?"

"Uh huh."

"Even if it drastically changed both our lives?"

"What are you going on about?" He takes a deep breath and runs his hand down his face. "Do I need to be more awake for this conversation?"

"No. I just . . . I'm going to miss you climbing in through my window for a midnight rendezvous."

He chuckles. "I will gladly climb through your window whenever you want me to, Parker."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Sleep now," I smile and caress his cheek. He squeezes my side.

"I've been trying to. No more crying, promise?"

"I promise. Goodnight."


I hug Ian fiercely, afraid that if I let go this will be the last time I see him. He kisses the side of my head. "I love you. I'll see you soon. Don't forget, I promised to be there on your move-in day."

"You don't have to."

"I want to." He kisses the top of my head and pulls me back. "You okay?"

"I—" I want so desperately to tell him about the baby. But something is holding me back. I don't know what. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

"Call me whenever — middle of the night, middle of the day. I promise I'll answer."

"I know."

He kisses me softly. "I mean it."

"I know." I kiss him again. "I promise if I need you, I will call."

"I'll be the first person you call?"

"You'll be the first person I call."

He holds my face and stares into my eyes. They roam my face. Hopefully trying to imprint my features as I'm doing to him. I feel the tears well in my eyes. My lip trembles.

He gently pulls my face close, his lips skimming mine. We stand on my porch, kissing softly as the morning dew settles around us. His hands settle on my waist. I'm sure by now he can taste the saltiness of the tears streaming down my face. I wrap my arms around his neck.

I hold onto him as he steps back, trying to pull his lips back to mine. Just for a moment. His face screws for just a split second as he delicately touches my cheek, but he still pulls back, walking away from me and leaving me standing on the porch alone. I pull his hoodie closer to me and try to control my sobbing. I don't know why I'm being so emotional over this. I'll still get to see him.

He turns just before he reaches the truck. He gives me a sad smile and mouths, "I love you," before rounding the vehicle and climbing in. I see him swipe at his face.

As soon as his truck is out of sight I move inside, collapsing on the couch and crying my heart out. I'm positive it won't be the last time I do so.