Baby Trail

by NihilisticAmbition313

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.

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-Prologue-

Carly's view

Fresh from a long, hot shower after a long day's work, I plopped down on the sofa in my apartment. Yes, my apartment. I no longer live with Spencer. Well, it's more like Spencer doesn't live with me anymore. He finally found a woman that he wanted to settle down with last year (thank God), and he bequeathed our apartment to me, moving into his fiancee's place.

I'm now twenty-three years old, and long removed from iCarly. Now my days are spent working the sales floor of a big box retail store. It's not what I envisioned for myself as a teenager, but I make pretty decent money, certainly enough to live. Besides, I like being helpful, so being a sales associate is pretty much up my alley. I have no complaints, except for the Christmas season (Loathe it).

I propped my bare feet up on the coffee table which I just bought (Ever since Spencer moved out, I have been systematically redecorating to make my home look like an adult actually lived there). I was off work for the next two days (Yays), and no one could be happier than me about it. I closed my eyes and thought about what I would do with my free time, when I was suddenly interrupted by a loud rapping at the door. I sprang up, still in my bathrobe, and opened the door.

On the other side I found my best friend Sam Puckett, with a tear-stained face!

"Sam! What's the matter!"

"He left me." she sobbed

"What? Who left you?"

"Freddie. He left me." she choked out as she grabbed me and cried on my shoulder

"Freddie left you?"

Sam and our other best friend Freddie used to be bitter enemies, but as they grew older they realized and finally admitted they loved each other, as in loved each other. They got married two years ago after dating for two years. Their wedding day was one of the happiest days of all of our lives. Even Freddie's overbearing, overprotective mom Mrs. Benson was happy for the newlyweds.

Now Sam is standing here telling me Freddie left her?

I pulled Sam inside my pad and held her at arms length.

"Sam, that doesn't make any sense. Why would Freddie leave you?"

"Because...I...I broke...a promise...and stabbed...him in...the...back." Sam coughed out in almost incoherent sobs

"Oh, God no...Sam, tell me you did not cheat on Freddie!"

Slap was cocked and ready to fire...

"No! I would never cheat on Freddie! It's not that, I swear to God!"

"Then what? What promise did you break that would make Freddie leave you?"

"I'm pregnant."

"...You're what?"

"...I'm pregnant Carly..."

"I...I don't understand."

Sam wandered over to the sofa and slowly sat. I joined her and took hold of her left hand.

"Freddie left you because you got pregnant?"

"Pretty much."

"...Wait. You said he left because you broke a promise and backstabbed him. What, did you promise not to get pregnant?"

"Exactly."

"...Really?"

"Really...We both agreed that we didn't want kids, and I was cool with that, at least at first..."

My mind was doing cartwheels. I had no idea Sam and Freddie had agreed on not having kids.

"...But after a while I changed my mind. I wanted a baby. I tried to talk to him about it, but he wouldn't budge. I even threatened him old school style, but no dice...Then, I got to thinking, maybe if Freddie found out he was gonna be a dad, he'd change his mind too. So I..."

"...So you what?"

"I...srtstppdtkinmbrtcntrl." Sam mumbled

"Huh?"

"I stopped taking my birth control!"

I shot right up out of my seat and gave Sam a look that would scare a demon from the ninth circle of hell!

"You slipped Freddie into getting you pregnant!"

All Sam could do was stare down at the floor and weep. She must have thought I was mad at her too (Which I was), but at a time like that, she needed her Carls.

"...I'm sorry, Sam." I said as I sat down next to her and pulled her in

"I just didn't think he would blow up like he did. I thought he'd be happy, like hearing he was gonna be a daddy would change how he felt about having kids. My God, I was so stupid." Sam wept

"Listen, I'll talk to him. I'm sure somebody can convince him that this is a good thing, and something for him to be happy about."

"Carly, you can't fix everything! You always think you can, but you can't! Not this!"

"I'm gonna try anyway."

"..."

Sam buried her face in the palms of her hands and leaned forward. I rubbed her back, pondering what I could possibly say to Freddie...