Today was the first ultrasound. Michael was very excited to go.
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Sam POV
Michael was running around trying to get ready for the appointment. I just sat on the couch amused by his actions.
"What's so funny?" He asked when I started laughing.
"You. You're running around like it's a zombie apocalypse," I said.
"Why aren't you getting ready?" He asked.
"Is there a problem with this?" I pointed to my leggings and T-shirt.
"No. We gotta go if you don't wanna be late."
"Already am," I joked.
He gave me a quick peck on the lips and held my hand as we left. He stole a glance at me before looking back at the road.
"Are you excited?" He asked.
"I don't think I'll ever be as excited as you. But, yeah. I am excited. We get to see this little one who makes me sick every morning," I said and put my hand on my stomach.
"What do you think we'll have? A boy or a girl?" He asked.
"I want a boy. What about you?" I said.
"I would love to have a girl, but I'll love him or her either way. We're going to raise an awesome kid."
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"Can you please lift your shirt? This is going to be cold at first," the doctor said after I sat down in the chair.
I lifted my shirt, and she rubbed the wand across my stomach. I flinched at the feeling of the cold gel.
"There's your baby," the doctor said and pointed to a little spot on the screen.
"There's the head. Here. Listen to this," she said and adjusted some buttons.
There was a steady thump. The sound of a heart beating.
"Michael, that's the heartbeat. That's our baby's heartbeat," I said as a tear of happiness fell from my eyes.
"I know, Sammy." He squeezed my hand.
The doctor gave me a paper towel to wipe the gel off my stomach, and I pulled my shirt back down.
"Your next appointment is in a few weeks. How many copies of the ultrasound do you want?" she asked.
"Four," I said.
"Four?" Michael asked.
"One for both of us, Zoe, and your parents," I said.
She printed out the pictures and gave them to us.
"Thank you," I said, and we left.
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Michael called the guys and told them to come over when we got home. My phone started ringing, and Chase's profile picture popped up.
"Hey, Chase. What's up?" I answered.
"Did you finish editing that article I sent you?" He asked.
"Yeah. I'll email it to you," I told him.
Michael walked into the room and mouthed, 'Who are you talking to?'
'Hold on,' I mouthed back and held up one hand. I probably shouldn't have said what I said next, but I was too excited to show our friends the sonogram.
"Would you be able to you come over in like the next ten minutes? I want to show you something. I live with my boyfriend. I'll text you his address," I said to Chase.
"Um, sure. Just make sure to email that thing," he said.
"Okay," I replied and hung up.
"Who was that?" Michael asked.
"Chase," I said.
"Who's Chase?"
Did I not tell Michael who he was? He'd been home for a few months now. I could've sworn I did.
"He's my friend. We met after you guys left for the tour," I said.
"Why do you need to email him?"
"I was the editor for the school newspaper, and I have to work on some stuff over vacation. He sent me something to edit," I said.
"And why is he coming over?" He asked, looking at me skeptically.
"What is your problem?" I said, raising my voice.
"You're inviting some guy I don't know to my house!" Michael exclaimed. "You live here, too, Sam, but I don't know him and you didn't even ask me if I was okay with it."
"You're right, I should've asked, but I didn't think it would be a problem. He's the only other friend I have besides you and the boys," I said.
"Whatever," he said and went upstairs.
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Soon, all the guys were sitting on the couch. Michael had calmed down and sat with us. I pushed away his hand as he moved it to cradle my stomach. This was our official announcement to the boys that I was pregnant, and I wanted to keep it a surprise. I hadn't started showing, and my nausea went away in the afternoon, so it wasn't obvious yet.
"Why did you ask us to come over?" Luke asked.
"I'm still waiting for someone else. I'll tell you later," I said.
Less than a minute after I said that the doorbell rang.
"Chase!" I said and hugged him when I opened the door.
"Hey, Sam. It's good to see you, but I still need that article," he said and smirked.
"I know. I'll email it later, but I asked you to come over because-"
"Sam!" Luke yelled. "Michael's going to have a fit in about three seconds if you don't get in here."
"Shut up, Luke!" Michael said.
There was a loud thud. I went back to the living room to find Luke on the floor wincing.
"Ow, Michael. I hit my head on the fucking table," he said and sat back down on the couch.
Michael roughly grabbed my waist and sat me on his lap. He left a few kisses on my neck before I slapped his arm. His hands moved down to squeeze my bum.
"Stop it. There are people here," I hissed.
After making quick introductions, I gave one picture to the guys and one to Chase.
"What's this?" Luke asked.
"It's an ultrasound picture," Ashton said.
"Whose are these?" Calum asked.
"Ours," I said and laced my hand with Michael's.
All of them turned their gazes to us. They all showed faces of happiness, except Chase. He looked sad and disappointed.
"Oh my god!" Calum said and started jumping around.
"This is amazing! A mini Clifford," Ashton said.
"I think we all know who's going to be the best uncle," Luke said.
"You're so full of yourself, Hemmings. It's obvious I'm going to be the best uncle," Ashton scoffed.
"You're going to baby gate the whole place," I said and laughed.
"And then trip and fall on your face," Michael added, and we all laughed.
Chase, who had stayed quiet the whole time, stood up.
"I have to go," he said and began to leave.
"Wait, Chase-"
"I have to go, Sam. Congratulations on the baby," he said and practically ran out the door.
Michael POV
Sam had gotten up to say goodbye to the guys and came back into the living room. She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
"What was that?" She said.
"What was what?" I said.
"Don't play stupid. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Sitting me down on your lap and kissing my neck. Squeezing my bum in front of everyone!" Sam snapped.
"I was showing that guy you invited to my house that you're mine," I defended.
"That guy was my only friend when all of you were gone for months. He helped me get through the rest of year eleven. He doesn't like me like that, so you had no reason to do what you did," she said and stomped up to the room we now shared.
How could she be so blind? Of course, he liked her. That was why he left. He's pissed she's having my baby.