Recap:
“I think Sam may be pregnant,” whispers Jennie, looking defeated. “With Matthew’s child.”

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Sam POV:

No. This cannot be happening. My eyes water, as I slump over the toilet, exhausted and defeated. The tears slip easily from my eyes; I don’t have the energy to try and hold them back.

I don’t need a test to tell me that Jennie is right. I can feel it. Deep down, I know that I am carrying the child of a monster within me.

I feel Harry’s arms pull me into his grasp, but I’m numb. I can’t think. The horror of the situation is suffocating me, and I feel like I am submerged under water, unable to break the surface.
I hear Harry’s voice, as if calling to me from the end of a long tunnel.

“Sam! Samantha? Please, say something,” he pleads, and I feverishly turn my head towards the sound, my eyes making connection with his. He opens his mouth to speak again, but before his words reach my ears, my vision narrows, and everything goes black.

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“…Jennie, maybe that child is mine. Please, just tell me there’s a chance.”

“No Harry. I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. You only had sex last night. The symptoms don’t come on that fast.”

“But…”

“No. Harry, the most we can hope for is that it is the child of someone before your concert… someone who she loved.”

I slowly open my eyes, blinking in the sudden light. I’m tucked tightly into my bed, a bucket and a glass of water placed on the bedside table next to me. Harry is pacing around the room, pulling at his hair feverishly as he argues in a low tone with Jennie, trying to get her to say the words that he needs to hear. A wave of nausea washes over me and I have to squeeze my eyes shut again.

“But she was a virgin! She was a fucking virgin when he took advantage of her.” Harry spits, and I hear a loud crash. He definitely just broke something…

“Harry, I don’t know what to tell you. We can do some tests, but it’s the only logical explanation.” exclaims Jennie, sounding beyond stressed. A few moments go by before she starts speaking again, her voice now gentle.

“Harry, you need to be strong for Sam. Imagine what it feels like to be her right now.” She says softly. Silence follows her comment, and in this silence my fears are confirmed. Harry is going to leave me. I’m going to be stuck on my own, caring for myself as this parasite within me grows stronger.

“Harry?” Jennie pauses. “She needs you.” She whispers.

Finally Harry speaks, and his words are music to my ears.

“Thank you Jennie. Why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll stay with Sam for now. I just need some time to think things out.” He says in a tired voice.

“Okay Harry. Just be strong. For her.” Says Jennie, before I hear her exit the room.

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Harry POV:

“Okay Harry. Just be strong. For her.” Says Jennie, patting my shoulder and giving me a sympathetic smile. I take a shaky breath, and nod as Jennie quietly leaves the room. I slowly turn to see Sam, lying on the bed with her eyes closed, lips slightly parted.

My heart shatters into a million pieces, as the pain overwhelms me. I can’t even imagine what it is like for Sam right now. I let the tears fall down my face, as I slowly make my way towards the bed and ease myself onto it next to Sam.

I feel guilty about what we did last night, like I’ve taken something away from her. I know that she got her virginity stolen from her by Matthew, but last night was her first real experience. I basically took her mental innocence. Why couldn’t I have just waited? I know I probably rushed her into it, and now that all of this has happened she's probably confused about us. She doesn't know that I will stay with her no matter what.

Goddammit, why does this have to happen to Sam? She’s so full of life, too young to be tied down by all of the responsibilities that come with parenting.

I carefully take a stray lock of Sam’s hair, and push it out of her face. She stirs, and her eyes flutter open.

“Hey darling,” I murmur quietly, trying to muster up a smile. A look of confusion passes over her face as she observes my tear stained cheeks. She struggles into a sitting position, and by the time her face is level with mine, I can see tears already forming in her bloodshot eyes.

“I’m sorry Harry,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. I swallow the lump in my throat, and look her straight in the eye.

“Sam, you have nothing to be sorry about. None of this is your fault. Don’t you ever blame yourself for what has happened.” I say sternly, mentally begging for her to understand my words.

She gives a small nod, but the tears spill from her eyes and a strangled sob escapes her lips. In seconds my arms are around her, pulling her tight against my chest. She needs to know that I’m here for her.

“Sam, listen to me.” I demand, gently tilting her chin up towards my face. I lean in, and softly connect my lips with hers, hoping to relieve some of her pain. I pull away, and stare into her watery eyes.

“You are not alone in this,” I murmur. “I will be with you every step of the way. I know that it is hard for you to imagine ever loving that baby growing inside of you, but that child in there is the luckiest thing in the whole world to have you for a mother.” I pause, placing my hand over her flat stomach, choosing my words carefully.

“Samantha, I want to be there for you and for this child. Forget who the real father is. I love you Sam, and nothing will ever change that.” I manage, before my voice breaks, and I can’t continue. My tears spill out, wetting my shirt.

All of a sudden, I am crushed in Sam’s strong embrace, our tears mingling as we hold onto each other, only certain of our love in this time of confusion.

“I love you Harry.”

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