“You did what?”

Samantha let out a childish groan and buried her face into her pillow. She didn’t go back to her house last night. She stayed at her parent’s house and ignored Matt for the rest of the night by talking and watching TV with her dad. When Matt and Anna left, she bid her parents good night and went to bed. Her parents didn’t question her actions. They just assumed she was homesick.

“I kissed him, Rene. What the hell am I going to do now?”

Rene didn’t know what to say. She never expected this from Samantha. Not this soon, anyway.

“At least you didn’t have sex with him,” Rene assured.

“No, but we kissed. How could I do that to Corey? Now I’m just a cheating whore.”

The more Sam thought about what she did, the more she wanted to cry. She hated cheaters with a passion and now she felt like one.

“Hey! You are not a cheating whore. It was just a kiss, Sammy. And Corey doesn’t have to know about it. Shit happens, hun.”

Samantha thought about what Rene said. No, she didn’t sleep with Matt. It was just a heated kiss. Telling Corey would not only hurt their budding relationship but it would also ruin Matt and Anna’s two-year relationship.

“You’re right. I won’t tell him, but knowing what I did, we did, will eat me alive. I deserve to be eaten alive,” Sam whined.

Rene laughed at her conflicted friend.

“Sam, don’t worry. It was bound to happen. You and Matt have unfinished business, so to speak. I bet he still has feelings for you.”

Samantha scoffed, “That’s so not true. The odds of us getting back together are slim, Rene. He loves Anna and I’m happy with Corey.”

"Samantha! Are you awake?"

"I have to go. I’ll talk to you later, Rene,” she said.

“Okay! Merry Christmas, by the way,” said Rene before hanging up.

Samantha slowly put her phone down and sighed. She was so worked up over last night’s incident that she forgot about Christmas. There were two knocks at her door before her mother entered.

“Merry Christmas, Mantha’.”

Samantha sat up and stretched, “Merry Christmas!”

Mrs. Walker walked over to her daughter and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m so glad you’re here, baby. The holidays weren’t the same without you."

Samantha looked up at her mom with a sad smile.

“It feels nice to be home,” she said.

Mrs. Walker ruffled Sam’s hair, “Well, it’s 10am. You need to get dressed.”

“Ma, I didn’t bring clothes with me."

Mrs. Walker pulled out a Metallica hoodie and a pair of jeans from Sam’s closet.

“Remember those clothes you wanted to donate? Well, your father forgot to take them to Goodwill.”

Samantha laughed as she walked over to grab the clothes. She stopped when she saw her reflection in the mirror. Taking off her makeup was the last thing on her mind last night.

“We’re going over to the Sanders house at 12. And since today is Christmas, you won’t have to help us cook. Kim and I figured you and Matt would want to hangout, like old times.”

Fucking great.

“Awesome. Can’t wait,” Sam lied. Mrs. Walker nodded and headed for the door. Samantha shut the door behind her.

“Kill me now.”

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The Sanders' house always smelled like peppermint and Evergreens on Christmas day. The scent was nostalgic and comforting to Sammy. She sat on the couch, sipping a glass of Eggnog. She thought about the time Matt got an NES gaming system for Christmas in 1988. They played Zelda for 10 hours straight. They were both 7 years old and like today, Christmas dinner was held at his house. Everything was so much simpler then. Samantha always opened her presents before going to his house. Then they would exchange one gift. One year she gave Matt a Barbie and he gave her a Hot Wheels toy car. Him and Jimmy set that Barbie on fire the day after. Samantha stopped reminiscing and finished her last bit of eggnog.

“Eww, I don’t see how you can drink that shit.”

“What? It’s really go-“

Samantha stopped mid sentence when she looked up from her glass to see Matt standing in front of her.

“Hey, Matt! Guess what Santa got me for Christmas? A Chastity belt for my lips,” she said, getting up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen.

Matt sighed and followed her.

“C’mon, Sammy.”

Before she could respond, Matt grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hall to his old bedroom. Samantha groaned in protest, but sat on his bed anyway.

“I’m sorry about last night. I wasn’t thinking straight and got caught up in the moment. I mean, I don’t really regret kissing you. But, I’m sorry. I just..i still love yo-“

“You love Anna, I know. And I forgive you. I did just as much wrong as you,” said Sam.

Matt just simply nodded and sat down next to her.

“Do you regret it?” he asked.

Samantha wanted to lie and say she did but then she remembered how mad she got at him for lying to her. She regretted it for Corey’s sake but the kiss felt amazing.

“Not really.” She simply left it at that. She couldn’t explain it to him even if she tried. Matt smiled. He knew she enjoyed it just as much as he did.

“Now that we’ve talked things out, how about a big ass Christmas hug?” Matt said, wrapping his arms around Samantha.

Samantha laughed and tried to get out of his tight hold.

“Matt, we should probably get off of your bed first. I don’t feel like swapping spit with you today.”

Matt laughed and picked her up bridal style.

“Fine. How about tomorrow?”

Samantha snorted and poked his dimples with her index fingers.

“Sorry, you dimpled freak. I’m swapping spit with Corey tomorrow.”

Matt’s face contorted in disgust as he carried Samantha into the kitchen.

“There you two are,” said Mrs. Sanders.

“What’s up, mom?” Matt asked, still carrying Samantha.

“I need you guys to go the store to get more paper plates, please.”

Samantha nodded and signaled for Matt to put her down.

“We’re on it, Mrs. S.”

“You wish you were on it,” Matt snickered.

His mom didn’t get his dirty joke but Sam did.

“You wish you were in it, you perv,” she muttered, smacking his chest.

---

Samantha walked beside Matt as they looked for the paper plates. They finally found them in the next aisle. She grabbed two sets while Matt gawked over the Oreo Cookies.

“Stop drooling, doofus,” she said, pulling him away from the cookies.

“But they look so fucking good. Fuck it, I’m getting a pack,” he said, taking a pack.

Samantha laughed and snatched the pack from his hand. She ran down the aisle while Matt chased her. He caught up to her and snatched the cookies back.

“I believe these are mine, bitch,” he said, smirking.

Samantha had her hands on her knees while she tried to catch her breath.

“screw you!” she laughed and flipped him off.

They were just about to go checkout until they heard a familiar voice.

“I’m not sure what test works best.” Matt and Sam immediately recognized Anna’s voice. Matt was about to walk over to her but Sam stopped him and told him to wait.

“Clearblue is pricey but pretty accurate,” said a pharmacy employee.

“Okay, how many tests should I buy?” Anna asked.

Matt and Sam stopped listening at that point and walked over. Anna had her back turned to them as she read a box. Matt walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. Anna spun around and gasped. She tried to hide the box behind her back but he quickly wrapped his hand around her and took it. Matt looked at the box and froze. His head snapped up and he stared hard at Anna. Then he looked back at Samantha, who was standing behind him and had no idea that he was hold a pregnancy test box. Sam became concerned at the scared shitless look on his face and rushed to his side. She stopped and put her hand over her mouth when she saw what he was holding. Anna smirked at Sam’s reaction and took the box from her shell-shocked boyfriend.

“I was going to tell you after I took the test if I’m pregnant or not,” she said.

Then she took Matt’s hand and placed it on her flat stomach, “This could be our little Christmas miracle, Matty.”

Notes

Thank You, DaniVengeance, Kristinvengeance, ZackyV_6661 and FoREVer_ShadowZ for commenting! Feedback encourages me to write more. Also, thanks to my subscribers for sticking around this far. So, Matt and Sam talked things out. And now Anna might be preganant. Any thoughts?