Troy's words were almost like an echo of his older brother, the insistence that there had to be no stress and lots of rest. It was enough to make Samantha roll her eyes, though the look on her face was amused more than anything else. "You sound like your brother right now," Samantha commented to her walking companion. "He's always, always, always telling me to lay down or rest. Always asking if I'm okay," She smiled gently. Truly, it was sweet, even if she tried to convey over and over again that she was not the type of person to rest and stay in bed. "I worry he's going to pay someone to carry me around at some point. But I think... I think it's better that I can feel her." She admitted. "I know that she's okay. If she ever gets too still I can influence her emotions too." She looked at him sheepishly. "She doesn't like that. But she's pretty active usually." For all the worries that Kit had about the baby, Samantha had very few of her own. She could feel her health and the health of the baby in her womb. What was there to be worried about?

Troy's insistence that Rainbow Dash was "his girl" only made Samantha laugh harder. "It's the wings, right? It's totally the wings." She teased right back, squeezing his arm once more before assuring him that she could absolutely handle any toys that Tenley might require. After all, what was more fun than little girls? "Hey, just make me cry and then we'll have bubbles everywhere, apparently." She smiled as she unlocked the door to the apartment. "I can create lots of cool little things for her. It's just... harder right now." She shrugged. She was sure she could still create things with that emotion power of hers, the emotions were just... heightened right now. Damn pregnancy hormones.

Samantha did her best to keep Troy calm with her words, though she would have been more than willing to use her abilities if it would make him feel better. Still, she stayed mostly out of the way as her boyfriend rounded the corner. God, he was so handsome. Even with his messy hair from putting together things in their home, Samantha's adoration of him was like a physical thing in the room. She had to hold herself back from running to him and throwing herself in his arms. The time for them to be simply together would come later. Right now was about him and Troy. Samantha sheepishly informed him that she had, in fact, not gone off to go shopping, but rather to retrieve his brother and bring the two of them together. Kit's amused reply forced a small smile from Samantha's lips, though her attention went right back to Troy. His anxiety seemed to have awoken the tiny thing inside of her - though she would not admit that to the boys, that was for sure. The baby stirred inside of her, giving a good kick as if to tell her mother to get rid of the anxiety. And Samantha did, if only somewhat. Samantha's fingertips brushed across Troy's arm, utilizing that physical contact to take the edge off of his anxiety, her power feeling electric under her fingertips.

Still, Kit's words stunned even Samantha, even if she was sure it had been something like that that had split up the duo. Her mouth formed the word that had left his lips, her eyes flicking up to look at him. They had something in common, it seemed. Samantha had come to terms with her own kidnapping - after all, she'd been forced to deal with those terrifying emotions after her own stupidity had allowed Frost to trick her and had led to Aiden's death. This seemed like a story, though, and there was no reason for them to stand there awkwardly when they could at least get comfortable. Samantha suggested they sit, moving her hand to gently press on the small of Troy's back, as if prompting him to move from his frozen spot. Once she was satisfied that he would, in fact, move again, Samantha moved across the room to take her place beside her boyfriend.

Samantha twisted her fingers through Kit's, the touch feeling electric under her palm. Her heart swelled at the touch, especially when that smile brightened his features the moment his gaze turned on her. How she wanted to say it, to state "I love you" to him right now. But Troy's presence forced her to speak different words, explaining just how she had contacted his brother and had purposely kept it from him in order to keep him from getting his hopes up. "Of course," Samantha said gently as their eyes met. Samantha took that moment to lean forward, gently pressing her lips to his in one brief, chaste kiss before she, too, focused her attention on Troy on the opposite couch. Kit's words continued the story that he'd began, but Samantha's focus remained on the younger boy in the room. His reaction to the words was what she was really focused on, but the words that Kit spoke left a flurry of nerves in her own stomach.

"Who had you?" Samantha blurted out suddenly, her gaze lifting to her boyfriend. Was... was he safe now? Unknown to her, of course, were those hormones that amplified the concern due to his words. Did they still seek him out? Were there more? Were they all safe? So many questions flooded around the girl. "Is it safe now?" She asked before quieting, her focus returning once more to the boys. Still, that anxiety didn't leave her as she considered that perhaps she was not as safe as she thought. Was she being naive once more? In another display of just how little grasp Samantha had upon her own powers, thick tendrils of shadow moved across Samantha's feet. Viney curls wound their way around her ankle, the shadows a physical presence of the anxiety that was only amplified by her hormonal state, Kit's words, and Troy's own anxiety. Still, the girl was entirely unaware that they were happening at all as she focused on the men in front of her.