A/N: Okay, anyone who knows me knows that I'm a BIG Seddie shipper. Although some people think that it's played out, the seddie pregnancy theme has a huge following, and though it's not easy to write, it does make for a good story. So I thought...they just dated. Nickelodeon, do you seriously want me to believe that 16-17 year old teenagers are dating and not having sex? So...yeah, this is how this fic was born. I'm convinced that the only reason iCarly isn't more sexual (it's still pretty rounchy for a kid's show) is because it's on Nickelodeon. Happy reading.
Disclaimer: I disclaim.
It was a mutual agreement. That what they said, anyway. But there was something wrong in Sam's heart. Funny, it was Sam, the abrasive, obnoxious, loud irritating Sam that was the most heart-broken. Probably because she was the one that started the whole dating thing with her kiss. But Freddie wasn't a stranger to the pain, either. He thought he was doing what they should be doing. But then, why did they ever date to begin with if it was only going to end like this?
Midnight came, and Sam and Freddie said goodbye to each other in a tearful hug. They kissed one last time, and Freddie pulled Sam in for what they thought would be their last kiss. Sam deepened it, and they started a full-blown make-out session in the elevator. They weren't quite sure why they were doing this...it was only prolonging the inevitable. However, Freddie didn't seem to mind as Sam's kisses got rougher, and Sam didn't seem to mind as Freddie's kisses got lower.
They had to stop the elevator again. This time, like a few hours before, was so they could be alone with each other. However, this time they would be doing much more than talking.
Where was this going? Weren't they about to break up? Were they seriously about to have sex in an elevator?
Freddie's hand reached up to cup her face, and Sam lay her head on his chest.
Why were they doing this if they were just going to break up after this? Sam let a few silent tears fall, and Freddie kisses them away, wiping her cheek with his thumb. He really did love her, Sam smiled at the realization that he was telling the truth. He did love her as much as she loved him. He would be the perfect person to be with...and Sam knew then that she wanted him. All of him. Completely.
"F-freddie..." Sam gasped between their kisses.
"W-what?" he asked, kissing down her neck.
"I...I want you to..." Sam blushed. She wasn't a prude, but she wasn't a blunt whore, either. If she said, "have sex" he may think her too bold, but if she said, "make love," that would bring up the feelings that they were going to have to bury tonight.
"What do you want Sam?" Freddie asked.
What did she want? She wanted to stay with Freddie. She wanted to be with him forever. She wanted to never leave his side. But that's not what he meant when he asked her that question. He could see that she was getting hot and bothered. Quite frankly, it turned him on.
"I...I want you...to be with me. One last time." Sam said as she pulled off his shirt.
Freddie smiled and complied, pulling Sam's shirt off in the process.
"So do I. I want to be with you again, too." Freddie told her.
Sam smiled and unbuttoned his jeans. "One last time?" Sam asked, her eyes shining with tears.
Freddie nodded and pulled her lips down to meet his. She responded enthusiastically, kissing him back with as much fervor as he was.
They had been together before, this wouldn't be their first time. But it would be their last, and they wanted to remember this moment...forever.
...
Saying goodbye was bittersweet, but they knew it had to be done. They kissed one last time, and Sam got off the elevator, waving goodbye to Freddie as she headed to Carly's apartment. Freddie said goodbye as well, and walked into his own, right across the hall.
Sam straightened herself up and then entered Carly's apartment.
"Hey Sam." Carly said as Sam entered the Shay's apartment. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going home." Carly noted, turning off the television.
Sam looked up at her. Did Carly say something? Sam dragged herself sluggishly to the Shay's couch and plopped down on the sofa.
"Sam?" Carly asked, touching her shoulder. "Are you alright?"
No. No, she wasn't alright. She was heartbroken, and she didn't know why. She was sure that breaking up with Freddie was supposed to be the right thing for them to do. They weren't ready to date yet...right? They were forcing a relationship out of something that...what was it that they had together? Sam didn't know. She looked up at Carly, finally, and opened her mouth.
"Freddie and I...broke up tonight." Sam said.
Carly's eyes widened and her mouth fell open. "What?" Carly asked in disbelief.
"I said...we broke up." Sam told her again.
Carly looked on in confusion. "...why?" she asked.
Sam thought it over. Why had they broken up? I mean, they overheard Carly tell Spencer and that lady that they were forcing a relationship out of something, and...
Oh God.
Sam had let her emotions get in the way of things, again! If she hadn't taken it to heart, she and Freddie could be together tomorrow, kissing and holding each other until they were forced to seperate. Carly hadn't even been talking about Sam and Freddie, she was talking about Spencer and his girl.
Sam groaned and put her head in her hands. She really didn't want to think about this tonight. She wanted to be asleep, have a dreamless sleep, and be free of Freddie thought by the next morning. She was Sam Puckett...she never let anything or anyone get in her heart so bad that her chest actually ached. Why had it hurt so much to say goodbye?
Because you love him.
Sam told herself. It hurts because you can finally admit the truth. It only took a break-up for you to see it. You even told him that you love him.
But WHY had it taken a break-up for her to see clearly?
A single tear fell down Sam's face. Where had that come from? She tried to wipe it away, but it was still there. She wiped it away again. Still there. No, not still there, but a new tear. Everytime she would wipe one away, another one fell in its place. Soon, her eyes were filled with water, and tear ofter tear came flowing out of her eyes, like a running tap. There would always be more tears. Always more sorrow.
No words came out of the blonde's mouth, only the noise of her sobs, but Carly noticed her tears immediately. She ran up to her and gave her a big hug, and let Sam cry her heart out on Carly's shirt.
Carly couldn't say anything either, and comforted the blonde the only way she knew how. Carly got up and ran to the kitchen and brought Sam 15 fatcakes. Sam took one look at them and shook her head.
No.
She didn't want fatcakes. She wanted Freddie. But...he had agreed that the break up was for the best. He wasn't taking this as hard as she was...Was he? When they were together tonight, Sam was sure that she had seen him crying as they were intimate.
Was she even okay with this break-up? She said that breaking up at midnight would work.
It's 2 o clock in the morning. You hadn't broken up yet, that's why you thought it would work. But now you have, and the reality of the situation is...you don't like it.
But it's not like she can just go back to him and tell him that she didn't mean any of it. That it was a mistake that she made for even suggesting it. No, Sam was too proud for that. She was a Puckett.
An hour later and her tears had finally run out. The hurt and sadness was still there, however, there weren't any tears left for her to shed. There was mutual. This was mutual. Yes, it was. It was.
Sam didn't say anything to Carly all night. She had never even answered Carly's question. But she didn't really know the answer to that one herself.
Sam leaned over to grab a fatcake, and opened the wrapper. The pink treat hovered over her mouth for a second, while she thought.
Maybe one day...if you get a little more normal...
Normal. What kind of normal girl ate 15 fatcakes at once? How many normal girls would knock out a truck driver? How many normal girls stuffed their face like a pig?
Sam immediately got up and threw all the fatcakes in the garbage can.
She never wanted to look at another fatcake again.
...
And so, things went on as usual. Sam and Freddie were slowly going back to normal. Well, as normal as they could have been. But they could never go back to the way things were before they had become a couple.
They were seemingly fine. Neither knew how much the other was hurting over this break-up. When they saw each other in the halls, they would smile and wave, they would talk, but the light that lit up their face when they saw the other one coming when they were dating was gone.
So, it was about 2 weeks after they broke up that Sam started to feel sick. The mornings were the worst. She would always ralph up her stomach's contents, wether or not she had already eaten that morning. The smell of food, once beloved to her, had now become her worst enemy.
At first, Sam just thought that it was fatcake withdrawl. Abstaining from the pink sweets from so long just gave her a reaction, she decided. It was when her monthly monster didn't show that she began to get worried. Sam ran to the pharmacy, and, ignoring the disapproving look she got from the cashier, bought a few pregnancy tests.
She was praying that they would be negative. How could she be pregnant with Freddie's child? They had just broken up? This would ruin both of their lives.
That was probably the longest 5 minutes she had ever waited. Taking one breath, she turned the first test over.
Positive.
Then the Second.
Pregnant.
And the last.
: )
This was anything but positive news. Sam held herself and cried the rest of the night.
The next day, Sam was supposed to meet Carly and Freddie at the Groovy Smoothie. The only thing that brightened up her mood was when Freddie told some lame story about how his mother had spent 20,000 dollars on a pair of chickens.
"They're Tahetian Redbeaks. The rarest chickens in the world! When their eggs hatch, people buy the baby chicks for 1,000 each!"
"So your mom'll make her money back."
"No...she can't get em to...make babies." Freddie said.
No one noticed the look on Sam's face.
Ms. Benson's chickens might not be able to make babies...but her son sure could. Sam only let this phase her for a second before going back to the conversation at hand. Carly kept going on and on about the hot guy, and Sam, playing her part well and acting like nothing was wrong, indulged her. But no matter how hard Sam ran, she would never be able to escape this problem.
She would have to tell him.
And soon.
A/N: Okay, I wanted to write this after I watched the new episode, but my laptop was being a bitch, and I could only write from my email. That's why this started out as a different story, but turned into this one. Please REVIEW!
