I know this story seemed abandoned, but it was not. I was busy working on new stories and rewriting stories from my old account WerewolfForever36. I apologize for it taking so long to update it. But chapter 2 is finally here, so read!

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Chapter 2:

Freddie parked his Passat outside of Benny's and we got out.

"Hey, guys!" Gibby called, waving from the restauraunt's entrance.

"Hey, Gib!" Freddie said as we approached.

"Carly." Gibby said, hugging me.

"Hi, Gibby." I said, hugging him back. "Where's Sam?"

"She's inside waiting." Gibby said. "She didn't feel like waiting outside. C'mon."

We followed him inside.

"Sam!" I said, spotting the blonde hair of my best friend.

She turned and smiled. "Hey, cupcake!"

I ran up tp her and hugged her. "It's so good to see you!"

"Good to see you, too, kid!" she said.

I sat down next to her and Gibby and Freddie sat across from us.

"Hi, welcome to Benny's" a waitress said, appearing at our table. "What would you like?"

"Order what you want." Gibby said. "My treat."

"Thanks, man." Freddie said.

After skimming the menu, we placed our orders.

"Okay, you're order's will be out soon." the waitress said and left.

"So, what have you guys been up to?" I asked.

"Nothing much." Sam shrugged.

"Trying to finish moving into our new apartment." Gibby added. "Over in downtown Seattle."

"What have you two been doing?" Sam asked.

"Pretty much the same." I said.

"Yeah, nothing's really happened." Freddie said.

"What about at the police department?" Gibby said.

Freddie shook his head. "Nope."

While the guys talked, Sam and I went into our own topic.

"Nothing's happened?" she asked me.

'Not really." I answered.

Sam raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?"

"Are you sure?" she said, glancing down. I realized what she meant.

"I'm not pregnant, Sam." I hissed low enough so Freddie wouldn't hear.

"How could you not be? You guys do it practically everywhere."

"First off, no, we don't. Second, since when is my sex life any of your business? I don't ask about you and Gibby."

Sam raised her hands. "Hey, I'm just saying. You're not getting any younger."

"I'm only twenty-one." I said. "Freddie's twenty-two. We're not that old."

"Okay..." Sam said.

By then, our food had arrived. Although the conversation was long over, it was still fresh in my mind.

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After breakfast, Gibby had to pick up Guppy to take him to baseball practice. I rushed to the car to grab the bacon Freddie and I had brought for Sam.

"Don't forget what I said." she said in my ear as she took the plate.

"Bye guys!" Freddie called to them.

We climbed into Freddie's car and I stared out the window. Sam's words replayed in my mind. You're not getting any younger...

Maybe Sam was right. Maybe Freddie and I had been playing it safe for too long. We'd been married for a year and a half, but we'd discussed having kids only once.

"Carly?" Freddie's voice broke my thoughts.

"Huh?" I mumbled, realizing we were home.

"Are you okay?"

Damn you, Sam. I thought. "Yeah, why?"

"You're only quiet when you're worried or thinking about something." Freddie observed.

I undid my seatbelt and shook my head.

"It's fine, really." I said.

Freddie reached over and removed a stray lock of hair from in front of my eyes. "What's wrong?"

I looked up at him, his brow furrowed in worry.

"Really, don't worry about it." I said.

Freddie frowned at me. "Carls, baby, I've known you since sixth grade. We've been married for a year and a half. I know when something's wrong."

I sighed.

"Did Sam say something to you during the breakfast?"

"Yeah." I said, then quickly added, "But it's not serious. Just Sam being Sam."

His eyes searched mine for a moment and he turned back to take the keys out of the ignition.

"Alright," he said. "But promise me that, whatever she said, doesn't bother you too much."

"Promise." I said.

Freddie cupped my face in the palm of his hand. "I hate seeing my beautiful girl getting worry lines."

I backed away. "I don't have worry lines."

He pointed at my forehead. "Right there."

I gasped and looked in the mirror, finding nothing but smooth skin. Freddie burst out laughing.

"That's not funny!" I said, slapping him on his arm. But I couldn't help but laugh with him.

"C'mon," Freddie said, getting out, closing his door, and coming around to let me out. "We got a long day of nothing ahead of us."

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Chapter 2 is finally finished! What's gonna happen next? Only time will tell! Keep an eye out for chapter 3!