Luke dropped his crossed arms and looked at Nick taken aback. “You’re leaving?” He said, sounding surprised.
“I’ll be back by the end of the week. There are just some things I have to tie up.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Your sister won’t take my calls.”
Luke bit the inside of his cheek and raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Are you really coming back or is this just another escape from Riverdale?”
Nick stared straight into Luke’s eyes. “I’ll be back.” He said firmly and straightened his shoulders.
Luke waited a moment, taking the time to search for the sincerity in his friend’s eyes. Satisfied with the determination in his voice he nodded. “Alright, I will hold things down until you get back.”
Nick had no doubt that he would, but this time he wasn’t just leaving a business behind. He was leaving his heart. “Sam…” Nick let out an exasperated breath. “Like I said, she wouldn’t answer my calls. I’m going to swing by her place on my way to the airport, but I’m not putting too much stock in that.”
“What are you asking me?” Luke asked.
“Don’t let her give up on me.” Nick answered automatically. “She’s upset Luke, and she’s not giving me a chance to make things right.”
“To be fair, you’re not really giving her a chance to change her mind. You’re flying across the country.” Luke pointed out.
Nick, let his friend's words sink in. He had a point, but the quicker he took care of this the quicker they could bury Seattle in the past where it belonged. He heard the tone in Luke’s voice and knew that he had gone from his friend to Sam’s brother, in an instant. “I’ll be back.” He repeated. “And I’ll make things right between me and your sister.”
Luke watched him turn on his heel and walk out of the garage and towards his truck. He shook his head slightly and sighed. He silently prayed his friend would return, knowing that the odds were fifty-fifty.
Phillip and Mallory stood huddled outside the bathroom door, their ears pressed against the wood.
“How long has it been?” Phillip asked anxiously.
“Ten seconds.” Mallory snapped, annoyed before she knocked softly on the door. “You okay in there?”
Sam didn’t answer. Phillip stood up straight and glared at Mallory.
“It’s been like two minutes not ten seconds.” He knocked harshly on the door. “Sam I’m coming in!”
Mallory stood in front of the door barricading it so Phillip couldn’t enter, when Sam opened the door softly. Quickly Mallory caught her balance and both Sam’s friends looked at her wide eyed.
“Well?” Phillip said, exasperated.
“I’m pregnant.” Sam said motionless as she held the pregnancy test in her hand.
Phillip’s eyes bulged and he turned to Mallory. “I’ll get the Irish Crème.” He said and made a beeline towards the kitchen.
Sam sat down on the couch and stared down at the positive pregnancy test. A million thoughts raced through her head, her emotions were all over the place. She was going to have a baby. She bit her lip in deep thought. She was having Nick’s baby. She had always dreamed of being a mother one day and even sometimes allowed her to dream of Nick sharing it with her. She felt Mallory sit beside her and wrap her arm around her shoulder.
“Samantha, tell me what you’re thinking.” She probed.
“I’m going to have a baby.” She whispered and turned towards her friend. “I’m having Nick’s baby.” She said almost as if she didn’t believe her own words. She couldn’t describe all the different emotions that she was feeling. Mainly, she was scared, not to become a mother, but that she made a mistake last night. She began to think that maybe she acted in haste and should’ve at least heard Nick out. She allowed her anger to overcome her senses and now she was suffering the consequences.
“And we’re happy about that, right?” Mallory asked, trying to figure out what was going on in her friends head.
“I’m happy about the baby. I mean that is something I’ve always wanted. I may not have planned on this pregnancy, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything other than embrace it.” She said certainly and laid her hand over her flat stomach, protectively.
“Okay.” Mallory smiled.
Phillip walked into the living room. “What about Hot Stuff? You might want to answer his calls now, considering there’s a bun in the oven.” Phillip said in a matter of fact tone as he cocked his head to the side.
Philips words triggered something in Sam. What if she told Nick about the baby and he thought the worst.
“He’s going to think I’m trying to trap him or something ridiculous.” Sam stated nervously. “I stormed out of his apartment as soon as Erica showed up. I have no idea why she was there other than maybe to get Nick back.”