Baby, it's Cold Outside

A/N: I advise that you should read my previous fic Love Type Thing before reading this one. It's a follow up since there have been some of you who have been private messaging me asking for a sequel. I hope you're still reading and I hope this is to your liking! Its holiday themed because…yay Christmas! Also, this picks up where I last left off in the story so the kids will be in High School. Okay, enjoy!

Pairings: Seddie, Spencer/OFC, Carly/Jake, Spencer/Carly (bro/sis friendship), and one surprise pairing I might use as this goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Leah and Noah.

Chapter 1: Goodbye, Leah. Hello, Holidays.

It was morning at the Shay loft when a shivering Carly came down for breakfast and turned the heater on. She found Spencer, Leah, and Noah in the living room saying their goodbyes. Leah had to fly out to Los Angeles to cover a few fashion shows from independent designers. She was disappointed because the assignment left her not knowing whether she'd be back home in time to spend Christmas with Spencer, Noah, and Carly.

"Make sure you call when you get there okay?" Spencer asked.

"You know I will, babe" Leah replied giving him a sad smile.

"I don't want you to leave Mommy" Noah pleaded hanging on to her leg.

"Awww, sweetie" she picked Noah up "You're going to be having so much fun with Daddy, Granddad, and Auntie Carly! But I'll be back before you even know it, okay sweetness?" she kissed Noah on the cheek as he gave her one more big hug. She put him down as Carly came up to her.

"Come here, Girly" Leah hugged Carly.

"We're gonna miss you. Come home as soon as you can, alright?" Carly said.

After the hug, Leah turned to Spencer and gave him another sad smile while grabbing her luggage. "We have to get going. I don't want you to miss your flight…" Spencer grabbed his keys and jacket "Later Carls, I'm just gonna drop Leah off at the airport. Watch Noah for me, kay?"

"Got it, Spence! Bye Leah!" she waved as the two were on their way. As soon as they were gone, Carly went to Noah who was on the couch watching TV "Hey Noah, do you want some breakfast?"

Noah looked up at her "Yes!"

Carly carried the little boy over to the kitchen and had him sit on his high chair as she went to the counter and poured some hot apple cinnamon oatmeal into two bowls. And then went back to the table where she sat and ate with him. About a few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Carly went to get it.

"Hey" Freddie said standing at her doorway.

"Hey, come in" she stepped aside as Freddie made his way in.

"Hey Noah!" Freddie greeted and then turned to Carly who was closing the door "Carls, I need your help…"

"Is your Mom trying to talk to you about the Birds and the Bees again?" Carly went to the kitchen to continue eating.

"No! Well, not right now at least…I just…" Freddie followed at sat with Carly and Noah.

"Spill…"

"I want to get Sam something for Christmas."

"Freddie, you never had trouble with this before. You usually just buy her as many Fat Cakes as possible and then she's happy…"

"See, that's the thing. I want the present to be more personal. More…I don't know…loving, perhaps?" Freddie sighed.

"I don't know. What do you think Freddie should get Sam, Noah?"

"A car!" Noah giggled. Carly looked laughed at bit and then looked at Freddie "There you go…"

"I was thinking of telling her that I love her…"

Carly all of a sudden froze putting her spoon down "You're kidding right?"

"I'm not kidding. It's a more meaning full gift than just getting her Fat Cakes every Christmas."

"Well, that's okay. Sam loves Fat Cakes. She lives for Fat Cakes. But you telling her that you love her? I don't know how well she'll take it. Do you know what happened to the last person to tell her that they loved her?"

"What happened?"

"She punched them in the mouth."

"But I'm her boyfriend."

"Do you know who she punched in the mouth?"

"Who?"

"Her Mom…"

Freddie stood up and panicked "Carly, what do I do? You have to help me come up with a more creative present than just Fat Cakes. And I most certainly do NOT want to be punched in the mouth…"

"Relax, Freddie. I'm pretty sure you can come up with something. Just as long as its food related and involves hurting Gibby."

"You're right. I just have to think like Sam." Freddie took a deep breath and sat down. He watched as Carly and Noah were eating their breakfast. The scent of the hot cinnamon oatmeal caught his nose "Hey, can I have some oatmeal?"

"See, you're already thinking like her already…" Carly said as she got up and went to fix Freddie a bowl of oatmeal.