*A/N: This is my first iCarly fic. It just kinda popped into my head one day when reading a Seddie story. I always see these stories about Sam getting pregnant as a teenager and her and Freddie give the baby up for adoption. It was a story like this I was reading when this popped into my head. This chapter is short, but the others will be longer. Enjoy! *
*Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. Nor do I own Carly, Sam or Freddie. They belong to the great Dan Schneider. The only things I own are the plot, my character Catlin and my very adorable kitty cat who is trying to help me write this, though he doesn't realize him laying on the keyboard or in front of the monitor doesn't help me.*
Chapter One
Thirty-two year old Samantha Puckett buzzed about her house early one Saturday morning, going about her usual morning routine. It was a busy day in the hustle and bustle of her life. Sam was a very powerful chef and owned her own restaurant in Seattle. After iCarly had ended when they were seventeen, the three went their separate ways. Sam never knew what happened to Freddie. They fell out of touch. Carly still kept up with him, but Sam didn't want to know. She had closed that chapter of her life. Her and Carly still talked everyday. She almost envied her best friend. Carly was married and had two very adorable kids. Sam wished she had that in her life.
'Well you would have if you hadn't broken up with-'
'Shut up!' she mentally yelled at herself. 'I'm done with that part of my life and have been for over a decade.'
Sam slipped on her shoes, grabbed her jacket and purse, and headed out the door. She was stopped short, however, when she saw the fifteen year old girl standing on her porch. The girl was about Sam's height with light brown curly hair.
"Who are you?"
The girl looked up at Sam. "Are you Samantha Puckett?"
"It's Sam, but, yea, that's me. Now who are you and how do you know my name?"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Puckett. My name is Catlin Reynolds. I live in California. My mother and father gave me your name and I was able to locate your address."
"Okay. That answers those questions. Now onto the most important one. What are you doing on my doorstep at nine o'clock in the morning on a Saturday?"
"I-I think you're my mother, Ms. Puckett."
* *gasp* cliffhanger. I'm not to big on these so don't get used to it. I hate when authors leave a cliffhanger and then take FOREVER to update. I'll try my hardest to get the next chapter done and up. I have quite a bit of it done now. I'll try to have the next chapter up asap. Remember to read and review. Try to be as nice as you can. I know I'm not the best writer. I am pretty good with the spelling but my grammar sucks. *