Alright guys, so I was going to take a long break from fanfiction to work on my novel but I finished it at about 4:00 this morning {that would be November 28} and decided I wanted to wait a few days to start revising it so that I have a fresh mind and such so that I can REALLY look at it. I'm really excited about this. It's the first time I've ever participated in NaNoWriMo and I won, so I'm pumped. I finished in 28 days with 53,209 words total. It's also the first novel I've ever completed and the first one to get to over 100 pages so I was REALLY REALLY excited. In celebration, I've decided to write a little fanfiction just for fun so that I can have something to focus on. I love writing and I really enjoy fanfiction, plus I think you guys are pretty anxious about this.
iRaise Twins is the third part of my Seddie grown up pregnancy thingy or whatever you want to call it. If you haven't read iMade a Huge Mistake or iWant Cassie, this isn't going to make sense to you. I love my title very much. It's unique and not used {I checked}. iMade a Huge Mistake was similar to other titles, but was also just my own and iWant Cassie was my own as well. I try to not use the same titles as other people so that people can find my stuff.
So, I guess I'll throw it in here too just for fun: I love this crazy, tragic, sometimes almost magic, awful, beautiful life. Third part of iMade a Huge Mistake and iWant Cassie. Goes through the years with Lily and Liam.
I don't own iCarly, sadly. Although I'm wondering if it even exists anymore because there hasn't been a new episode in forever. Although per Dan's tweets and wrtr's reassurances it seems it does, indeed, still exist.
On with the show. Told in third person.
Oh, you hate my story? Ask me if I care. The answer would be NO. If you're going to hate, go hate on your own crap, pond scum, your opinion isn't valued here. (Note from Sam's beta-She really doesn't care and her comebacks are like fiery acid raining down on your head so it's best to leave the hate off her page- especially if your name contains the words 'purple' or 'jerk') {or warrior either, might I suggest you go finish some of your own work before you judge mine? Why yes. Yes I might.}
Wow, this is getting to be a long author's note. Anyway, I have a beta {you should all know that by now} and she's amazing and she really did wonders to this chapter {since it was terrible}. Goes by the name TheWrtrInMe and between her and her amazing beta Dwyn Arthur there's this really fantabulous fanfic called Full Circle that I think you should all check out, fall in love with and review. None of the three options will be too difficult because it's amazing. They're aiming for 300 reviews, and I personally think you amazing and lovely people can get them there. Show them some love (:
One year
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Since moving, Freddie had made a promise to keep in touch with his mom as much as he could, even vowing to talk to her at least once a week to update her on his life, the twins and New York. Most of the time she called him, at least three times a week, but there were times that he made it a point to get in touch with her. Sometimes, very rarely, he got lucky and she was too busy to talk. Between Liam and Lily it was usually noisy, messy and crazy in the apartment and the older they got the noisier, messier and crazier it got. She seemed to have impeccable timing because he was usually in the middle of doing something when she called. Today was no different.
"Yeah mom, I got the package," he looked over into the kitchen at the twins. They were standing only inches from each other, speaking in baby babble he couldn't understand.
"Well how do they look in the outfits?" his mother was stretching out what was intended to be a short conversation, despite the fact that he'd already told her he was in a hurry. "Are they cute? I wish you guys would come and visit me. You've been gone for way too long."
"Yes, mom. They look cute in everything. They mostly just drool or spill on them, though. And you know we can't just hop on a plane whenever we want to and fly over there. I have a job and—"
"It's been nearly a year, Fredward, how do you expect me to be without my baby boy for that long?"
Freddie sighed. He had heard the same argument for the last six months and had explained each time that there wasn't a way for him to gather up his wife and one year old twins and throw them on an airplane to Seattle. Even though he was 25 years old, his mother still thought if she demanded it long enough he would listen.
"Mom," he heard a crash in the kitchen that was followed by childish giggles. He glanced into the kitchen and saw the twins staring down at something. He groaned, "mom, I have to go."
"Let me talk to my grandbabies,"
"I'll call you back after Sam gets home and they're settled down. Right now just isn't a good time, they're really enjoying getting into everything today. I love you, though. I promise I'll call later. Bye." He hung up the phone before his mom could protest and ran into the kitchen. The floor was covered with water that had flown from the pot the twins knocked over. Both Lily and Liam patted their hands in the puddle, wide smiles spread across their faces. He had planned on cooking for Sam today and having the twins fed by the time she got home, but his phone had rung right as he was getting the water ready and, without thinking, he had set it on the stool to answer it. Freddie sighed, noting the wet clothes and the mess he was going to have to clean up. He'd given Sam the day to go and do whatever she wanted to do and was now regretting it. He never imagined taking care of two babies all day would be so much work. It gave him a new appreciation for his wife. He picked up the pot, setting it back on the counter where they couldn't reach it and then scooped up the twins. Both had grown quite a bit, but Lily was still considerably smaller than Liam even though she had Sam's appetite. Liam was a picky eater and no matter what Sam tried to feed him he refused it. She had gotten so frustrated one night that she threw the food and the spoon she was using to feed him in the garbage and walked away. Freddie had found a way to make him eat, but Sam refused to try it. She said when he was home he was more than welcome to mix whatever he wanted to together to make Liam eat, but otherwise she needed to feed and watch two babies at once and didn't have the time to experiment with what he'd eat and what he wouldn't. She would stick to what she knew he'd eat when she was by herself.
Freddie shut the nursery door before setting the twins down to keep them from running back into the hallway. From the minute they had learned to walk they'd been trying to escape. Baby gates covered the apartment and everything, even things they didn't ever consider dangerous, was child proofed. They could reach a few spots, like the stool Freddie had set the water on, and those few spots were enough for them to do significant damage. To say they were a handful was to put it mildly. They were like forces of nature ripping into everything in their path.
Liam immediately ran to the door and reached for the handle. In a few months he'd probably be able to touch it, but for now he had no way out. He started crying and screaming, throwing himself on the floor. Lily pointed at him and looked up at Freddie. Freddie groaned, rolling his eyes. He was suddenly grateful for the time at GMA when he could get away from this and even more thankful that Sam even bothered keeping them at home all day. In one short year the twins had become the most spoiled children in New York.
"No, Lily. That's not okay."
Freddie reached into the closet, pulling out new clothes for them. He didn't dare have them in anything wet or dirty when Sam got home. She'd become really particular about everything since they'd moved here, especially with Lily having Cystic Fibrosis. She thought every little thing in the world would make their baby girl sick. He laid Lily on the floor, struggling to keep her there long enough to undress and redress her. They were active babies and loved to give Freddie and Sam a hard time whenever possible. Liam had given up his tantrum and was now running around the room, getting into anything he could. By the time Freddie finally got Lily dressed anything within Liam's reach would be on the floor. Lily was not pleased with having to lie still while Liam ran around.
"Come on, Lily. Sit still. Do you want mommy to be mad at me when she comes home?"
"Yes,"
Freddie couldn't help but laugh. They'd learned to talk in a short period of time as well, covering words such as 'mama', 'dada', and yes; but their favorite was 'no'. Those were the only words Freddie and Sam could make out, the rest was just babble. There were times he wished he could understand just what they were saying through their baby babble, especially when they were smiling and laughing and at moments where he could almost see them plotting away. The twins got the same look on their face right before they did something they knew they shouldn't do that Sam did. It was almost as if she'd taught them the look. Usually Liam would babble away nonsense to Lily and Lily would giggle and respond in grunts or short moments of baby talk.
"No. We don't want mommy to be mad when she comes home."
"Freddie? Where are you?" he heard the door slam shut and was surprised she was home so quickly.
She'd only been gone for two hours.
"In the nursery," he stood up, moving Liam out of the way before Sam could swing the door open. Sam gave him a puzzled look.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Changing your kids,"
"Why? What did they do? Why are they all wet?" she picked Liam up, laying him on his changing table and grabbing the new outfit from the floor.
"They thought it was funny to spill water all over the floor,"
Sam rolled her eyes, "Weren't you watching them?" Liam looked around the room but lay perfectly still for Sam.
"I was trying to watch them but then Liam kept trying to get into things and my mom called and—"
"It's not that hard, Freddie."
"It's not that easy, either."
"Liam, were you being sassy for daddy?" she smiled, causing Liam to smile as well.
"No," he said shortly. Sam laughed, "there you have it. How did they get water anyway?"
"I set the pot down on the chair and—"
"I can't leave for two hours without the apartment being torn apart," she laughed. Freddie smiled, picking Lily up off the floor and setting her on her feet.
"That's because Lily and Liam love mommy more than daddy,"
"No. That's because daddy lets them do whatever they wanna do."
"Nothing wrong with spoiled babies,"
"Except they spill water on the floor. You better go clean it up before I let them out of here or they're just going to go play in it again."
"Right," Freddie slid out the door, shutting it behind him and walked off towards the kitchen. He took a towel out of the cupboard and got on his hands and knees, soaking up the water and wishing for an easier way to do so. He threw the towel in the sink and put the pan on top of it. There was no use cooking now. He'd just take them all out to lunch or something.
Sam came out of the nursery with one baby in each arm. They were getting too big to be carried around at the same time, especially by a girl with a 5'2 frame and a small figure; Sam was obviously struggling to hold them both.
"Come take one of them. Are you done cleaning it up?"
"Yeah," Freddie responded, taking Lily out of her arms. Even after a year Sam preferred to play with Liam and Freddie with Lily. It was like they had some sort of special connection to each other. Freddie threw Lily in the air, earning a disapproving and almost fearful look from Sam.
"Don't do that! She's gonna hit her head on something!"
"What is she going to hit her head on? The ceilings 12 feet up. Besides, she loves it,"
"Well what if she breathes in the dust?" Freddie stopped and stared at Sam.
"Are you serious?" he laughed.
"She could get really sick, Freddie! Were you even listening to the doctor last month when we went in?"
"Sam," he set Lily on the floor and rubbed his forehead, "she can't breathe in any more dust being tossed in the air than she could running around."
"You don't know that,"
"I do know that. Man, you're turning into my mother." He smiled.
Sam put Liam on the floor and he ran off to play with Lily then turned back on Freddie, "don't you ever say that to me." She clearly wasn't amused by it.
"What?"
"I'm nothing like your mother,"
"Okay, Sam."
"I'm not,"
"Whatever you say," he shook his head, smiling again, and reached out to her.
"What? Because I worry about them I'm suddenly batshit crazy?"
"No," Freddie groaned, "come on baby. I'm sorry. Why are you in such a bad mood?" he took her hand in his.
"Because the cab guy barely spoke English and he almost ran me over and he didn't even know where he was going and when he finally got me to the salon he tried to charge me for all his wrong turns,"
"I have a feeling this isn't going to be good,"
"So I slammed the door and went into the salon,"
"Did you pay him?"
"Just wait. So I went into the salon and this real prissy chick, kind of like Carly but worse, was standing behind the counter thing and she was acting all like 'I'm so much better than you because I cut people's hair' and—"
"You didn't pay the cab guy did you?"
"Shhh! I'm getting there. So then she FINALLY figured out my name even though it's not that hard and I was, like, the only person there. Well then the cops came in,"
"Oh God,"
"Shut up. So they come in with the cab guy and the cab guys all like 'she no pay, she no pay' and the cop guys like 'did you pay this guy?' and I was like 'No. I'm not paying for 17 miles when it's only five miles from my apartment to the salon over here. Maybe Julio here should learn where he's going or get a GPS.' Well apparently the cop didn't like that because he's all 'you have to pay him,' and—"
"Sam, I'm really worried about what you're about to tell me."
"—I told him 'no. I'm not going to pay a guy who can't drive a straight line with ONE turn.' And he's like 'you used the service, you have to pay,' and I said 'Did you just hear me? I'm not paying the guy'—"
"I can't let you go anywhere by yourself,"
"And so the cops like 'if you don't pay him it counts as theft' and I was like 'uhh, no. I didn't steal anything. I'm not paying him. When he figures out how much it costs to go five miles then I'll pay him, but I'm not paying for a 17 mile trip just because he didn't know where he was going.' And then the cops like 'well if you don't pay we're going to have to arrest you' and—"
"Sam, I don't want to hear this,"
"I laughed and said 'go ahead and arrest me, still won't make me pay the 12 extra miles,' and they looked at me and then they wrote me a ticket for how much it cost to go 17 miles for a 5 mile trip. Then I ripped it up and—"
"Sam—"
"threw it on the floor and stomped on it and then he wrote me another ticket for the cab fare and then one for something else I don't remember and told me if I ripped it up again he was going to tase me and—"
"Okay. Enough. Since when did you go back to acting like a teenager?"
"He tried to rip me off,"
"But you're an adult and a parent now, Sam, you can't be acting like that even if we are in New York."
"I'm fighting these tickets,"
"You should have just paid the guy,"
"No way!"
"Sam, it's not like we couldn't afford it."
"Really? You want to pay a cab driver 50 bucks to go to the salon,"
"If it keeps you out of jail,"
Sam was silent for a minute before sighing, "yeah I guess. Besides, you can't make a baby in jail," she stepped closer to him with a mischievous smile and wrapped her arms around him.
Freddie shook his head, "no more babies, Sam."
"I thought you said we could have as many babies as I wanted,"
"No. Way. Three is enough,"
"But they aren't babies anymore,"
"They are close enough to babies,"
"You know you want more,"
"No. I know that Lily and Liam running around getting into everything is plenty enough,"
"Relax. I'm kidding," she backed away from him, "I never want to have another baby again as long as I live. I swear if I ever have to push another kid out—"
"Okay, Sam. The twins are right there and they can hear you."
Sam turned, "weren't they across the room five seconds ago?"
"They're babies, they move quick. Now come on. Help me get them ready, we're going out."
"What did you feed them today?"
"You fed them,"
"Oh yeah, that's right," she smiled a devilish smile, "that explains it then,"
"I worry about you,"
"Everyone does,"
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Freddie had fallen asleep on the couch with Liam next to him. They'd been watching a movie, which Sam promptly turned off before walking into the nursery to check on Lily, who was still fast asleep. After they'd gone to lunch Sam and Freddie had taken the twins to the park to wear them out. It worked like a charm, but also wore Freddie out. Sam was hoping to have the twins in bed early so they could have adult conversation without the sound of baby babble or the small pitter patter of their footsteps.
Apparently the only adult she was going to be allowed to talk to tonight was herself. She would wake Freddie up, but he had to work the next morning and seeing him and Liam together made her smile. When she watched Freddie do anything with the twins it was like she was looking at a whole different person. He had a sort of light on his face when he was with them. It was the light that told Sam that he'd never let anything happen to either of them and when she watched him cuddle with either one it made it more obvious. The babies had become his life now and whatever rare moments she could just stop and stare at him with one or both of the twins she cherished. She loved to gather the mental pictures in her head. Sam had known he'd be a good father from day one, but never imagined being in the city that never sleeps a year later admiring just how great of a father he was.
It had taken her a while to get used to being in New York. There was always somebody in the hallway. Half the time there was some sort of drunk argument happening right in front of their door at 2:00 in the morning that woke her up and made her worry that someone would either break in or wake the twins up. After three weeks of it she'd gone out into the hallway and told them to shut up and get away from her door before they ended up in the hospital. The fights now moved down the hall, and although they were quieter it was still a pain in the ass to listen to. She was surprised that the life outside her window wasn't nearly as loud as she had expected it to be. It was like background music in a movie, loud enough to hear but not to be affected by. The twins made more noise than the cars on the street below. The apartment they were in now was bigger than the one they had in Seattle and had much more room for the twins to run around. The nicest part was that people weren't just stopping by whenever they wanted to; they had the privacy they had needed for years.
Sam kissed both of their foreheads, stopping for a minute to just look at them both, and headed into their bedroom. She picked her phone up off the table and noticed a new text message from Carly.
Hey, how are the twins?
She laughed. Carly was almost as bad as Freddie's mom. She always wanted to know how life was in New York. Sam understood, though. Carly's best friends had moved across the country and without them she didn't have much to occupy her time.
They're good. Sleeping right now.
She set the phone to the side and changed into an over-sized t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. She walked into the bathroom, turned the sink on and splashed water on her face before looking in the mirror. She felt old, like she was 45 instead of 25, and imagined she looked just as old as she felt. Freddie had reassured her many times that she didn't even look like she was 25. He'd laugh and say 'if you didn't wear a wedding ring people would think I was some sort of pedophile.'
She walked back into their room and picked her phone up again.
I miss you guys. Call me tomorrow. I want to talk to the twins.
She smiled. Of course Carly wanted to talk to the twins. Everyone did. She pretended she didn't see the people staring at her babies then they went out, but it made her proud. They were her babies and everyone loved them, even complete strangers.
We miss you, too. I will call you. The twins want to talk to Aunt Carly too. Goodnight.
She turned the light off and climbed into bed. The last year had been full of dirty diapers, arguments, messy babies, hospital visits, doctor's appointments, lots of love, kisses, hugs, drama and mistakes mixed with very little sleep but when she looked at her family it all meshed together into perfection. This was what she always wanted, even before she knew she wanted it, and she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
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