Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly… did anyone really think I did?

"Sam!"

"What?"

"You're zoned out! Again!"

"Sorry, Carls," I told my best friend. Honestly, I've been zoning out a lot lately.

Secrets, I had a lot of them. I couldn't survive if anyone found them out.

"Sam, you said you only have 20 minutes until you have to take your mom to the clinic, and Freddie only has 10 minutes until his dentist appointment," Carly complained.

"Blah!" I yelled. We all talked and worked on iCarly until Freddie had to go. 10 minutes later, I excused myself.

I took the elevator down to the lobby.

"No people in me lobby!" screamed Lewburt.

"Too freaking bad!" I screamed back. I walked to the other elevator and pressed floor 8 and stuck in my key. Soon the elevator dinged and I walked into Freddie's apartment.

"Sam!" Crazy greeted me.

"Crazy!" I greeted rolling my eyes.

"Sam…" Freddie scolded.

"Sorry," I mumbled. Crazy nodded. I took a ham out of their fridge and walked into the nursery and over to the crib. Em wasn't there.

"CRAZY! FREDDISINO! WERE IS MY BABY?" I screamed. Yes, MY baby… MINE and FREDDIE'S. Shocking right? Well, get over it!

Freddie and I have been secretly dating since we were 14. Secret number 1. 3 months ago I had a baby named Emmalynn Grace Aphrodite Benson Puckett. What a Mouthful! Am I right? I always wanted to name my kid Emmalynn Grace, but Freddie wanted it to be Aphrodite (very stupid). Secret number 2.

"Samantha, I was about to tell you, Emmalynn is on the couch with Freddie," Crazy said.

"Oh, thanks," I said. Ew, I was being nice.

I walked over to the couch and sat down near Freddie. He smiled at me. My baby was looking at me with her big blue eyes. I cooed at her for a bit. Yeah, me Sam Puckett… cooing at a baby… weird, I know.

"Give me!" I yelled at Freddie.

"Why?" Freddie Whined.

"You probably have some Pear stuff you need to deal with," I said. By Pear I did mean the electronics company. Freddie is the CEO. Yeah, he's really young, but what does that change? He's still pretty awesome at his job. He's pretty much a millionaire. Secret number 3.

"It can wait!" he said.

"I have to leave for class in an hour and a half. If we want some time to hang I need to feed her now and putt her to sleep," I reminded him.

"Hand me a bottle, I'll feed her," Freddie said. I sighed. He really didn't get it. My boyfriend was as stupid as they come… he really was.

"Freddison, she had bottles all day from your mom! She needs something else!" I yelled.

"I'm confused…" Freddie said. He's an idiot! He looked at his mom for help.

"Geese Fredward!" Crazy yelled pointing to her chest.

"Oh… my bad…" Freddie mumbled handing me my daughter. Finally!

I put up the blanket and let Emmalynn do what babies do.

So, Crazy took care of the baby while me and Freddie were busy aka school (blah!), work (Freddie), and dance (me, well unless Freddie is secretly a ballet dancer, that I would like to see!). We (meaning Freddie) told her that we would pay for daycare, but she's all that she refused to have her granddaughter put in any crazy, dirty daycare. Yeah, well that's Crazy for you.

We (still Freddie) insisted that we would pay her. She insisted that we wouldn't. So that was that. More Crazy! Stupid Crazy, she never learns.

I bet you thought it would be hard to hide a pregnancy, but there wasn't loads of mourning sickness (thank gosh!) or a lot of weight gain (yay! I'm not fat… not that I care… if I was I would just like become a sumo ninja or something). I didn't get very big either. I stayed extremely small, I could hide it all under baggy sweat shirts and flowy tops. So that was that.

Soon, the baby was finished and I took her to her room and set her in her crib. I went to find Freddie. He was in his room e-mailing important Pear Dudes. He threw this phone down when he saw me.

"Hey," He smiled.

"Hey."

He leaned forward and kissed me. I should be so used to it, but in reality, it was so amazing to kiss Freddie, I always forgot what it was like.

I kissed him and kissed him until it was time for me to get ready.

I went to his bathroom and put my hair in a tight bun. Then I put on a bit of needed makeup (gross, but sadly required)… well not needed like I would be ugly without it, but I needed it for what I was about to do. Pink sparkly blush, pink matte eye shadow, fake eyelashes, and lip gloss. Then I changed into my black leo and pink tights. Ready for dance. Secret number 4.

I put a Black flowy skirt ( at least it's not pink), a metal bottle of water, jazz pants, and 5 regular bottles of water in my dance bag. I made sure I had my modern, ballet, and pointe shoes. I did modern, ballet, pointe, lyrical, tap, jazz, and hip hop. Today I only had pointe, modern, and a private class.

Ballet was most important, I worked on it a lot. I was starting to audition for top companies (they know they loved me). I know I want to live my life with dance (what idiot wouldn't), but I'm not so sure I wanted to be a professional dancer.

I'd have to go to a school at my company, I would barely have time to do iCarly, I would never have time to hang with Freddie and Carly, and what about my daughter? Crazy is a pretty chill babysitter, but I can't expect her and Freddie to do everything!

"Bye Freddichini!" I said kissing Freddie on the lips quickly. I threw on a big hoodie and sweat pants.

"Bye!" he said. I walked to the door.

"Bye Craz- Mrs. Benson," I said hoping to get out the door without being yelled at to be nice.

I snuck out the front door hoping to be unnoticed by Carly. I pulled the hood far over my face and went down stairs. I got a taxi and it took me to my dance studio.

"That will be $35," the man said. I threw him a 10 dollar bill.

"Keep the change," I winked.

"But, you are $25 dollars off!" he whined.

"Wah! Live with it!" I screamed getting out of the taxi.

I walked into dance class and put my pointe shoes on.

Okay so I got this idea and I have like 6 chapters already written (I went to go visit my Grandma; I had my computer, but no internet! Haha) so yeah, I do dance. In the period od my life, at one point or another I have done ballet, tap, jazz, modern, and some other type of dance I quite when I was like 3, idk how to spell it. Please review and tell me what you think! The next chapter will be up tomorrow. I wanted to point out, that though in this story Sam and Freddie are teenage parents, that's not all the story is about. So while they may seem like they play little attention to their baby, they do, I'm just not writing all of it.

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