NO OWNY THE ICARLY (haha I like talking like that)

Heyy…I think I'm about to go to bed…and it's 5:00PM right now(Eastern) and I'm overloaded…haha enjoy…I guess sorry if you think it's suckish(love that word)I'm half asleep...

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Tears flowed from my eyes as I flopped off the couch. I didn't bother to stop my body from falling onto the hard ground. I rubbed my eyes as I lifted myself off of the ground. Then, I started toward the door, but Carly ran into the room.

"What's wrong, Sam?" Carly asked. I turned my head towards her. She looked so innocent and peaceful. Nothing like this would ever happen to her.

"Nothing." I said. I tapped my foot, counting the seconds before she spoke again.

Ten seconds passed by, "That's a lie." She responded.

"Yeah, so?" I whispered. She cocked her head to one side and sighed.

"Tell me."

"There's nothing wrong."

"Tell me!"

"I…"

"Sam!"

"…I…"

"Sam, you're crying… just tell me the truth. What's going on?"

"Fine! You know what? I'm preagnant. I'm pregnant, Carly!"

"What?"

"Carls…"

"No! You can't be! Who…Why…" Her eyes traveled around the room and then slowly made their way to my stomach.

She reached forward and touched my stomach. Her fingers traveled around my belly button and then stopped on my side.

"Oh my god," she whispered, "Who?"

"You won't believe me." I said. I looked down at her as she kneeled down in front of my stomach.

"Yes I will."

"Yeah, right!"

"Who!?"

"God, someone's pushy."

"Just tell me." She stood up and pulled me into a hug. I felt a smile form on my lips. I had acceptance.

I pushed my head into her shoulder, "The dork."

She pulled me to arms length and smiled, "No…Oh my god. Have you told him? We should tell Spencer. I'll go get him. Spencer!" My eyes widened. Was I really ready to tell someone who could almost be my brother that I was...pregnant?

But it was too late. Spencer bounded out of his room with his arms full of empty peanut butter jars and a smile on his face, "Yeah?" He dropped his peanut butter jars onto the couch.

Oh god, here it goes, "Hey Spencer…" My voice grew weaker as I said his name. I couldn't do this.

"Sam's…Well…" Carly looked to me and sighed.

"I'm prego." I said. I sighed a sigh of relief. Spencer got up and walked toward me. I opened my arms expecting a hug but instead I found him gripping my right shoulder. I immediately knew I wasn't getting a hug. I looked to the ground.

"Who?" He said sternely. My eyes began to water again.

"Fre-Freddie."

"When?"

"Four months ago…" I looked up to see him with a few tears in his eyes, too.

"Why?"

"I-I don't know. I-- My mom was with her new boyfriend and Carly wasn't home a-and you were at Socko's so I thought I'd drop in to say 'hi' to the dork. His mom wasn't ho-home and we were talking. He told me--" My eyes dropped down to the ground again.

"What did he tell you?" His grip got tighter on my shoulder and I cringed.

"Th-that he…loves me."

"Did you believe that?"

"Yes…He told me exactly when he decided that he loved me. When we were shar--"

"I don't care about that. Does he know?"

"Well..."

"Does he!?"

"No…"

"Tell him. Sam, this isn't something to kid about. I'll take both you and Freddie to the hospital and you need to be checked on," Spencer turned to Carly and wiped a stray tear from his face, "Take her to Freddie."

Carly, with wide eyes, nodded and opened the door. I inhaled and held back a few tears as I walked outside with her. She turned to me and rubbed my back.

"He just wants to take care of you, Sam." Carly said. I nodded and turned to Freddie's door.

I looked back at Carly and then knocked on his door twice. No answer. I lifted my fist to knock again. Before I could bring my fist to the door, a tired Freddie pulled open the door.

"Hey." I said. His eyes opened wide as he realized it was me.

He looked down at what he was wearing; a thin white t-shirt that fell to his knees and what seemed to be red boxers underneath, and then he cringed.

"What's up?" He said as he backed up to grab his coat.

I laughed as he fell backward and landed on his butt. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and started laughing, too.

"Nothing…" Carly came from her hiding spot (where did she go again?)and nudged me.

"Oh…" I watched him give a quick smile to me before turning to Carly and giving her a wave, "Hi."

"Hey." Carly said. She nudged me again.

"So..." Nudge.

"What'cha guys want?" Nudge.

"Sam?" Carly turned to me. Nudge.

"Actually," I said, "I do need to tell you something…" Freddie turned back to me and nodded.

He leaned onto the frame of his front door and crossed his arms, "Shoot."

"Can we go inside to talk about this?"

"Sure…" He looked to Carly and gave her a questioning look.

I could feel Carly pushing her hands onto my back. Worry began to wash over me. We all sat in his living room and gave each other eager looks.

"So…" Freddie said.

"Stop, okay? I just…ugh! Just…Listen." He nodded and folded his hands in his lap.

"Did you mean it when you said that you loved me? Did you? Answer."

"Of course I did." He looked at Carly afterwards.

"She knows."

"Oh…"

"Shut up! Just listen!"

"Do you regret that night? Answer."

"No…"

"I'm pregnant. Do you regret it now?"

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Okay…Heyy…first chapter…HUGE flips coming forward. This won't be all fluff and perfection…but what is?

AN:Enjoy and for everyone who thinks they are too busy to write their next chapter, do you want to trade schedules? If you want to do babysitting from 8:30 AM-1:00 PM Tuesday-Friday, plan a wedding, be a bridesmaid, plan a bridal shower, get ready for a new born baby to come into the family, go shopping 4 times a week for my family, walk dogs every Thursday at 5:00 PM, run to get in shape for rugby season every Monday, clean my house for a huge party(the reception is at my house), do the laundry for my mom because she's scared that there's a mouse down there, and take care of all my animals…Well go ahead, I need a break…

So don't complain…I'm writing my chapters at least 1-2 times a week(AT LEAST I PROMISE) so I bet you can…and NO that is NOT all I have to do… I do more than someone my age should do but no complaining here because I'm doing it for my family…But, anyways, the point is… Don't complain about how you can't find the time to write a simple chapter or at least an apology as to why it might take a while…And sorry that I seem a bit snappy right now…but there's this girl my age that is in a wheel chair and she gets treated like dirt so I'm kind of over people…Sorry…I'll be happier next time I write…promise!

Love from the heart and only the heart,

RMG10