Sam: -Walks into the motel room with Quinn to see the kids already grabbed some food- Why are they on the couch and not at the table with us?
Mary: I want to talk to you guys.
Sam: Am I in trouble mom? -Goes to grab some supper-
Quinn: -Looks at him- Can you....
Sam: Sure thing.
Quinn: -Smiles at him-
Mary: Well, I wanted to talk to you guys really just about how you guys plan to work this all out.
Sam: -Sighs- I guess we were going to have to do it at some point. -Looks at Quinn and gives her a plate-
Quinn: Thanks and I am happy to do it. Maybe it might be good Sam. I do have some stress about it.
Sam: -Nods- Then lets start talking. I know stress isn't good for the baby. I remember when mom was pregnant with the kids, my dad told me to be extra good.
Quinn: Let me guess, you weren't?
Mary: Odly enough, he was really good during my pregnancy.
Quinn: -Smiles at Sam- He better be good during this pregnancy.
Sam: Oh, I will. -Walks over smiling before sitting next to Quinn-
Mary: Well, first things first, living arrangements. I mean, Sam, you can't raise a baby here and unfortunately, we don't have enough money to get another room for you and Quinn.
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