A/N Hey guys, after some request to continue my last fic to what happened in Italy I decided to. I will hopefully have these chapters up rather fast I've already written the first 4 so we'll see how this goes. iGoodbye did happen I just took what happened afterwards into my own hands. Nobody hate me please. Please feel free to review and tell me your thoughts. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly.

Chapter 1

*Sam POV*

"GO TO HELL JONATHAN!" I scream in his face slamming our bedroom door shut and locking it.

We had just had one of our huge fights in front of his parents. They are probably having a field day with this one. They never did like me and now I have given them a reason not too. However, this is not my fault. It's his fault for making such a major decision without even consulting me first, then announcing it in front of them with it being the first time I'm even hearing about it.

"Samantha open the door, we need to discuss this."

"WHAT PART OF "GO TO HELL" DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND!"

"You can't keep me locked out of my own room Samantha."

"OUR ROOM, JONATHAN! OUR… ROOM! THAT'S THE PROBLEM RIGHT THERE! YOU'RE SO DAMN SELFISH!" I retorted back. He really pisses me off with his mindset. Everything is on his terms. Everything in this house and OUR lives is always turned into his property. That includes me, he feels like when he says jump I'm supposed to ask "How high?"

"I'M BEING SELFISH? YOU'RE THE ONE OVER-REACTING!"

"JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"

"FINE," He sighs in frustration. "I'll give you sometime to cool down and we'll talk about this later, okay?" I didn't answer back. After a few minutes, I hear him heading back downstairs.

I can't take this anymore. I have got to get out of this damn house. I need to get away now, not just for New Years weekend. I take out my laptop and start typing rapidly. When I finish, I pick up my phone and begin dialing.

"I would like to place a call to Tuscany, Italy… Carly Russo. Thank you." The operator patched me through and the phone started ringing.

"Hey Sam, what's up?"

"How would you feel if I came up a few days earlier than I was supposed to?"

"I would find that great and the boys… uh-oh, what happened?" She asked when the realization of my request dawned on her.

"My husband is an asshole. And, if I stay here with him, his stuck up over judgmental mother, and his punk ass father any longer, I WILL be back on criminal status for committing multiple counts of first degree murder."

"Oh, well we don't want that happening. Sure you can come as early as you want. The boys can't wait to see you, and I can get your guest room ready. But, are you going to be able to get a flight out this late of notice? It's the holidays."

"Don't worry bout it. I already took care of it. I had to shell out an extra Benjamin or two, but as my husband often reminds me it's not my money anyway." I replied angrily because I was just reminded of our major fight.

"Well okay, when should I expect you?

"Tomorrow afternoon, my flight is leaving out in two hours and I have like a three hour layover in France."

"Wait, what? Sam you said a few days early, not right now!"

"Carly, it's December 25th by time I get there it will be a few days before New Years." I said rolling my eyes.

"I guess you're right. Well at least I get to see you soon I really miss you, and I'm sure my boys will be happy to have Aunt Sam in person versus on webcam." She states.

"Yeah, same here. Alright, let's keep this short these international charges are a bitch. I'll email you with my exact arrival time and all that chiz."

"Alright, see you tomorrow then. Bye Hun." She was about to hang up, but I stopped her.

"Oh, and Carls you might want to get two guest rooms ready."

"Um… why?" She asked confused.

"I kind of invited Freddie, yesterday, and he said he was coming. Okay, bye Carly. I love you. See you tomorrow, kiss the boys for me." I said hanging up the phone.

*In Tuscany*

*Carly POV*

"Sam… Sam… What do you mean you invited Freddie? When did you even see Freddie? Sam? Sam?" I ask into my phone before hearing the dial tone. Typical Sam, dropping a bomb on me, then hanging up before I have time to ask her anything.

Not that it bothered me that Sam invited Freddie. It's just it's been ten years since I have seen him, and the fact that they even talked caught me off guard. Italy kind of stole my heart. I only went back to Seattle to finish out high school with them as we had always promised we would do. But, as soon as we graduated I came back. Six months later I met my husband Giovanni Russo. A Year later we got married, and that same year I got pregnant with our first son. I've only been back to Seattle one time and that was for Sam's wedding.

Now, I don't know Jonathan Wells very well, or at all. The problem with living about 5660 miles from your best friend is you're not as involved in their life as you wish you were. So, the first time I met him was at the rehearsal dinner. And honestly, I wouldn't have picked him for Sam.

As a matter of fact he is the exact opposite of who I imagined Sam with. Don't get me wrong he is very handsome. He is about 6'2., tanned skin, blonde hair that you can just run your hands through all day, and he can really dress. However, he was very… boring. I mean he has this straight to the point attitude. The only thing that interested him was his growing business. And, don't get me started on his sense of humor. Sam, seemed happy though so I let it go. I put on my not so genuine smile, walked down the aisle as matron of honor, and watched her walk down the aisle to a complete stranger.

Yeah, he was not who I imagined her walking down the aisle to. I know what Sam saw in him though… stability. She had a rough childhood. She never knew her dad, and her mom was… well her mom. The only stability she had was iCarly, me, and Freddie.

We all kind of went away after we graduated. I don't know why her and Freddie fell off the way they did. I mean I hoped that they would cling to each other after I left, and they did until after graduation. Freddie went to MIT, and that was it.

I even secretly hoped they would've ended up back together. I know I had kissed Freddie before I went to Italy the first time, but nothing came from it. We discussed it when I had gone back for senior year. We agreed the kiss was good, but lacked that spark I thought we would've had. Freddie has always been the boy next door. A great friend, good tech producer, and an awesome human being in general, but he wasn't meant for me or me for him.

I honestly think he was meant for Sam. But, fate had other plans.

I wonder how they ended up seeing each other. That Samantha Puckett is going to get an earful when she gets here. Wells, Samantha Puckett- Wells, I will probably never get used to that, and she has been married for 3 years now.

Her marriage is falling apart though. The first few months everything seemed fine. In her emails and video chats she would gush about the new house and car he had gotten her, and how well the company was taken off. Then after a year had passed, the conversations turned into he is always working, he's not here tonight he had a business meeting, he had to fly across the country. By time the next year came around, I would ask how married life was treating them; she would simply state "what marriage?" Now their marriage is a banned topic.

Sam should have never married him. She is miserable, and I hate that she is. Who would have ever imagined Sam as a house wife? I know I didn't, she had plans before she married him, but she put them on hold because it didn't fit into his "plans."

What an asshole. I hope time away from it all will give Sam a piece of mind. I hope she'll realize that she really deserves better than Jonathan Asshole Wells.

"Mom, Carlo took my soccer ball and won't give it back!" My oldest son Lorenzo ran into the kitchen screaming. Lorenzo is 8 years old, he'll be nine in a few months. He looks just like his father. Short naturally curly dark hair even though we keep it cut short, smokey gray eyes, his natural tan skin tone, and he is athletic like his father. Swear he came out of me playing soccer.

"Did not, mom he is lying." Carlo came running in right after him. Carlo is my youngest son. Well, he's my youngest until I give birth to our next one in about 5 more months. He is 6 years old. He looks more like me. His hair is also curly but it's no where near as tamed as Lorenzo's. Giovanni keeps begging me to let him cut it, but I feel like it's what makes Carlo Spencer Russo. He likes sports, but he is more artistic by nature. He can actually draw very well for a 6 year old, and he has been asking to take violin lessons. He really reminds me a lot of Sam, he is very sneaky. I'm pretty sure he did take the ball, but I tend to give him the benefit of the doubt to tell truth.

"You did take it, you little leech"

"Prove it, big head."

"Boys, that's enough of the name calling. We have a million soccer balls around the house." I answer back to their argument.

"But, it was my favorite one. The one Aunt Sam got me when I turned 5." Lorenzo said folding his arms and glaring at Carlo. He was talking about the blue and black one. Sam had got it for him for his birthday, and I brought it back with me after her wedding. He never let it out of his sight. He called it his lucky ball. They had never met Sam face to face, but they loved their Aunt Sam.

"YOU TOOK IT BUTT-FACE; NOW GIVE IT BACK" Lorenzo shouted at the top of lungs pushing Carlo down.

"LORENZO STEPHEN RUSSO, I DON'T CARE HOW UPSET YOU ARE, YOU DO NOT HURT YOUR LITTLE BROTHER. DO YOU HEAR ME?" I yell at him. I can take a lot of stuff from my kids, including the name calling. However, I will not stand for them physically hurting each other.

"Sorry mom, it's just that it's my lucky ball, and with futbol tryouts for the junior advance team coming up I need all the luck I can get." He said holding his head down.

I walk over to my son and pull him into a hug. "Honey you are going to be great. You don't need the ball, just go out there and have fun." I say and he nods. Out the corner of my eye I see Carlo run out the room and reappear a few minutes later with the ball.

"Here Ren, I'm sorry I took it. I just wanted to play with it, but you never let me and I got mad. I'm sorry." Carlo says in an apologetic tone.

Lorenzo looks at his little brother and sighs. "It's okay little monster, come on lets go out to the meadow and I'll show you a few moves." He said wrapping his arm around Carlo's shoulder. "Then maybe I'll let you draw me." It's moments like these that make me a proud parent.

"Hey boys I need you both to be back here in about an hour. Aunt Sam is coming into town a little early, and you guys need to help me clean."

"Really," Carlo said with his face lighting up.

"When will she be here?" Lorenzo asked.

"Tomorrow"

"ALRIGHT!" They shouted, high fiving each other, and running out the door talking about everything Sam said she was going to do with them while she was here.

I just hope she relaxes while she is here. Hopefully being around family will help her clear her mind. Maybe being around Freddie will bring up some old forgotten feelings.

One thing is for certain this New Years is going to be very interesting.

A/N Well that was chapter one. I hope I didn'n ramble too much, but yall needed to know the background behind everyone especially Carly since she was not featured in the first part of this story. If you enjoyed review if you didn't review. Next 3 chapters will be posted tonight I just have to edit first. Thanks guys :)