Hey guys :) This just sort of popped into my mind the other day and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it, especially since it from Sam's pov.

For this I'm gonna pretend s4 never happened and they've reached a good point in their relationship.

Enjoy and review!

He wasn't snooping, honest to god he wasn't, but, it sorta just fell out In front of him, the box and its contents literally screaming look at me, I know you want to. He's not the type to go looking through all her things, he gets she needs a private life. Respects that.

He doesn't want her to think he's been looking through her stuff, but - yeah, they really need to talk about this, knows he won't last five minutes without bringing it up.

It started off innocently enough, he wanted to cook her dinner, so that was what he was doing. Until he saw her rubbish overflowing and decide he would put it out tonight ready for collection in the morning. Walking through to her bedroom he saw it was also full, to the point where screwed up bits of paper were laying scattered on the floor around it.

It was when he picked it up and emptied the contents into the giant black bag, that it fell out on the floor in front of him. He'd had enough girlfriends to know what it was. Had had one too many sleepless nights because of the questions this box he was holding in his hand posed. The ability it had to change a life in an instant.

Rattling when he picked it up, he realised the contents were still inside, and his heart literally fucken stooped when he pulled it out. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at it, swallowing the giant lump in his throat and trying to make sense of it all.

So here he was, sitting on the couch nervously while waiting for her to get home. He'd given up on the chicken he was cooking when it burned and set off the smoke alarms while he caught himself daydreaming, staring off into space while thinking about all the possible outcomes.

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it before, wondered what it would be like with her by his side, figuring it out together. He'd caught himself staring at her face while sleeping one too many times to know that it held some kind of significance, even if he'd never let himself think about it before.

Hearing her key turn in the lock he braced himself for what was about to come.

She knew something was off the moment she walked in the door, the way he was sitting - waiting for her. He looked nervous with his hands balled in his lap and she thought she knew what this was about, wanted to see where it was going though.

"We need to talk" he quietly said, patting the spot beside him and gesturing for her to sit down.

"It's not mine" she said flatly, tucking her feet up on the couch and resting her head on his chest.

"What?" He replied, wanting to be 100% sure that they were both on the same topic here.

"You don't need to start freaking out, the pregnancy test isn't mine, it's Traci's. She showed up here a couple of nights ago in a bit of a state, freaking out cause she thought she might be pregnant. Turns out she was right" Andy explained, hoping to put Sam at ease.

"Oh" was all he managed, turning his heads so she wouldn't see the gut wrenching disappointment written all over his face. He'd be lying if he said he was glad the test wasn't hers. Had a speech planned out and everything, about how he knew they could do this, together. Had decided the minute he saw the two pink lines that this was what he wanted, had wanted for a while now.

Maybe she was ok with things staying the way they were right now, but the feeling of disappointment sitting heavy in his heart, yeah, that was something they were going to need to talk about.

So I hope you all liked it, please leave a review to let me know what you thought :)