Author: Naheniel PM
Sometimes Samantha needs to be saved from herself. M/SRated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Martin F. & Samantha S. - Words: 786 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 03-25-09 - Status: Complete - id: 4946951
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AN/: This little piece sort of came to me on one of the rare occasions I had time to listen to music. I am always happy to recieve comments on my stories.
Just to clarify: This is playing sort of a few weeks after Martin´s and Samantha´s break-up. As Sam never wanted to take their relationship into the open and she never seemed to have talked to him about her troubled childhood, Martin thinks that she didn´t really trust him.
Whenever she thought that no one was looking, Sam read those leaflets. I have watched her doing it the whole day. We didn´t have a case at the moment, so no one seemed to care if she was reading something from time to time. At first I didn´t think it was weird either, but then I got a glimpse on them: they were about abortion.
It shocked me, not that she was pregnant, but that was actually thinking about doing something like that.
I have been guessing that something isn´t normal with her for some days. I knew the signs, as my cousin Jamie had her daughter only a little over a year ago. For a few weeks now, Sam kept running to the restroom every now and then, I guessed she didn´t think someone would notice. Poor Sam, morning sickness seemed to be all day sickness for her.
I could tell that she was still uncertain, while she was holding the leaflet in one hand, the other arm was placed around her belly. Even though nothing was showing yet, it seemed as if she was protecting this baby. But as the day moved on, and she kept reading one of those leaflets after the other, I saw the protective gesture getting weaker and weaker. Sometimes Samantha needed to be saved from herself.
When we were alone in the office, the others had left already, I went over to her desk and saw her quickly hiding the brochures, she had been reading. She looked pale and so sad.
"Sam why are you reading those?"
At first she tried to build the normal wall around her again, I could tell it because her expression went blank within heartbeats. But then she realised, that I had not asked her what she was reading and her head jerked up and she tensed up. She just stared at me. With a sigh I sat down on her desk.
"Talk to me Sam..."
I was really worried that she didn´t say a word.
"Martin I´m pregnant..."
Now she had said it. And I couldn´t help it, but a smile crept over my face, I had always known that I wanted children.
"Do you really think, that is the only way?" I asked her and nodded towards the bag where all the leaflets were now.
"I don´t know...maybe." she answered, looking down. I noticed that her right arm wandered around her belly again.
"You could have talked to me." I said, this time a bit softer. Maybe the decision to end our relationship was wrong, but could this be the time to turn things again? When I talked, she looked back up again, I could see anger flashing over her face.
"An then what? Would we play happy family?" she spat at me. I thought she would run away, but she didn´t move.
"No, but we could have worked on it. Sam, I didn´t end our relationship because I didn´t love you anymore. I still do! But I wanted you to trust me." I tried to calm her, and when the words were out, sadness replaced the anger in her face. Carefully I took her hand and caressed over her soft hair, I was relieved when she didn´t pull away.
"So what do we do now?" Sam asked me, looking at me for the first time today. She seemed tired now and I could only guess how long she didn´t sleep properly because of our problems. At least I was quite sure now, that she wouldn´t do anything dumb, as her desperate expression had vanished. It was Saturday tomorrow and we all had the day off, so I could come over and talk with her then.
"I am going do drive you home now okay? You need sleep. We will talk tomorrow." I offered her.
She nodded, looking relieved. Carefully I pulled her up and took her in my arms. Even though we hadn´t worked anything out yet, she tried to open up, she didn´t pull away and even relaxed a bit now. Somehow it gave me hope for tomorrow.