Chapter one

Okay, well, I thought I’d test-drive this story, see how people like it. I’ve been having some trouble coming up with my next chapter in my Charmed story, and I’ve been wanting to write a Who’s The Boss? story for a while. Please read and review and let me know your thoughts.

Let’s set the scene: It is March of 1999. Sam and Hank have been married for seven years, and Tony and Angela finally got married in 1993 after he moved back from Iowa. I just thought I’d clarify that.

“Hank! Hank, where are you?” I cry out, opening the front door. A strand of my long brunette hair gets caught in my mouth as a gust of wind sweeps into the house through the still-open door.

“Sam, I’m in here!” my husband exclaims. “Honey, what is it?” He comes running out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel.

I close the front door, blocking out the cold mid-March air. “Are my dad and Angela here?” I ask, breathless.

“They called a little while ago and said they would be back soon. Why?”

A smile spreads across my face as I say, “I have amazing news.”

“You do? What is it?”

“You’ll just have to wait until Dad and Angela get home.”

“Alright. Well, I was just in the kitchen making some dinner for us and Tony and Angela. Do you want to be my taste-tester?”

Laughing, I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss him on the lips. “I would be honored.”

“Let’s go, then.”

Twenty minutes later, Hank and I are sitting at the table of my childhood, forks in our hands, finishing off a bowl each of Shepherd’s Pie.

“We’re back!” exclaims a loud voice from the living room. “Sam? Hank?”

“Coming, dad!” Setting my fork down, I jump up out of my seat and rush into the living room, jumping into my dad’s arms.

“Argh, Sam, you’re too big to jump into my arms like that!” my father, Tony, exclaims.

“Oh, come on, Tony. You’re never too big or too old to jump into your daddy’s arms,” Angela, my step mom, scolds. “Oh, my goodness, Samantha, I still can’t believe how grown up and gorgeous you are!” Angela rushes forward and wraps her arms tightly around me.

“Angela! Angela, you’re hurting me!” I exclaim. “And you saw me last week! I don’t think I could’ve changed a ton in that period of time.”

Letting me go, Angela takes a step back and hangs hers and Dad’s coats up on the coat rack.

“So, Sam. I hear you have something important to tell us?” Dad puts his arm around my shoulder and steers me towards the couch, sitting down next to me.

I take a slow, deep breath and close my eyes. Opening them, I see Hank, who had sat down next to me, looking at me concernedly, and my dad just staring into my eyes.

“What is it, honey? You can tell us,” Hank says, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

Another deep breath. “Well, something happened today.”

“What? What happened? Are you hurt?” Dad exclaims, looking at me like I’m about to tell him I’m dying.

“No, dad, I’m not hurt.” I smile apprehensively. “It’s now or never,” I think to myself before saying, “I’m pregnant.”

Dad’s mouth is hanging open and his eyes are open wide, staring at me in disbelief. “Pregnant? You’re pregnant, Samantha?”

There’s a long pause where no one speaks, then I find myself back in Angela’s arms, tears of joy streaming down her face. “Samantha, oh my goodness, Samantha, I can’t believe it!!”

Suddenly, a strong pair of hands spins me around and Hank is kissing me, one of his hands on the back of my neck and the other resting on my stomach. I reach my arms up, wrapping them around his neck and twisting my fingers in his hair.

“SAM!” my father yells, pulling me by my arm away from my husband and back onto the couch.

“Tony!” Angela exclaims. “That was uncalled for!”

“Not now, Angela,” Dad growls. Turning to look at me, his eyes are full of anger and hurt.

I swallow anxiously, waiting to hear what my father has to say. Hank sits down behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach. Dad glares at him over my shoulder, but Hank refuses to let go.

“Dad, would you stop looking at him like that?” I cry, jumping to my feet. “It’s not like we’re fifteen years old and he got me knocked up! We’ve been married for seven freaking years! You have no right to be this angry. I don’t see why you’re so angry, anyways. You’re going to be a grandfather, for God’s sake! Act a little happy for me!” I storm out of the house, not even bothering to take my jacket.

“Tony…” Angela whispers.