"P-Pregnant?" Sam stuttered as she sat up in the exam room of a doctor's office in Boston, Massachusetts.
"Yes, Mrs. Puckett, you are most definitely pregnant. There's your baby up there."
"B-But I didn't exactly plan for this to happen," Sam admitted. "I thought it was just the flu or something."
"Does your husband know that you've been sick?" The doctor asked.
"No, I told him I was going to pick up some groceries," Sam told the doctor.
"I think it would be in your best interest to make him aware of your pregnancy," The doctor told her. "I'd like to see you again by your second trimester."
"S-Sure," Sam said, getting up.
She was pregnant. She had no idea how it happened, but it had, and she was scared.
"It must've happened at that party at Gibby's college," Sam moaned to herself. "Somebody must've given us alcohol."
After taking a minute to compose herself, Sam started the car they had bought and drove back to the campsite they practically lived on.
Just months before, Sam and Freddie had taken a trip from Seattle to Halifax. Yes, Halifax, Nova Scotia. They started out in a car and ended up buying an old RV. They travelled across Canada and back, eloping in Winnipeg. The big wedding ceremony happened back in Seattle, and they stayed there until it was time to leave for college. Sam, Freddie, and the rest of the iCarly gang left in the RV for Massachusetts, where each person would attend a different college. Sam and Freddie remained in their RV, and Carly and Gibby had their own apartment a short distance away.
The campsite was essentially a large field surrounded by trees, with a very small management building at the front. Even the owner lived in a trailer on site. It was a place for long time residency. Various trailers and RV's were scattered around the perimeter. The area in the center served as an entering and exiting area, and a place for children to play.
Sam backed the car up next to their RV and got out, timidly walking into the RV.
"Hey, Sam," Freddie greeted, giving his wife a quick kiss. "Where's the groceries? You need any help with them?"
"They were all out of ham," Sam lied. "And I wouldn't even want your help anyway."
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, what do you mean?"
"You've been acting sort of different lately," He said.
"I'm perfectly fine," Sam told him.
"Well, okay. Let me know if you need anything."
"How long can I hide this until I start to show?" Sam thought. "It's only a matter of time."
"Should I tell Carly?" She asked herself. "No, she'll freak and tell Freddie for sure. I don't know what to do..."
Sam made a mental note to take the ultrasound picture out of the car's trunk.
Several hours later, Sam had gone to sleep early. Freddie was looking for some important folder of documents he had lost, and went out to check the car. He hadn't seen it in the car, so he decided to check the trunk.
"Ah, here it is," Freddie said to himself as he picked up the folder. He almost closed the trunk before noticing what was underneath the folder.
"Is that an ultrasound?" Freddie asked himself, his eyes widening. Then it dawned on him. Sam had gotten pregnant.
"It-It must've happened at the party," Freddie said to himself, as if he had forgotten about the cold winter air.
He tucked the ultrasound picture into his folder, quietly closed the trunk, and locked the car. Once back inside, he tucked the folder into a drawer and closed his laptop. Deciding that opening to sofa bed would cause too much noise, he laid in the dinette he had been working in with some blankets, and was soon fast asleep.
Freddie awoke on his own early the next morning, before Sam. He removed the folder from the drawer, grabbed his laptop, quietly slipped into the master bed towards the rear of the motorhome, and continued his work.
Approximately two and a half hours later, Sam finally began to stir. Freddie gently shook her to speed up the waking.
"Morning, Sam," He greeted, giving her a kiss.
"Morning, nub," Sam yawned. "What's for breakfast?"
"Bacon of course," Freddie smirked.
"Good boy," Sam said groggily.
Freddie got up and microwaved some bacon. He set up the very same dinette he had slept in previously. After Sam had downed no less than four pieces of bacon, Freddie decided to speak up.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Oh, great," Sam lied.
"Oh really?" Freddie asked.
"I won't be surprised if this bacon comes right back up again," Freddie thought to himself.
"Yeah," Sam said with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"Then why did I find this in the trunk of our car last night?" Freddie questioned, showing the ultrasound picture.
"Uh-"
"Is that our baby?" Freddie asked.
Sam gave in quickly. "Y-Yeah," She sighed. "I guess someone slipped us some alcohol at that party at Gibby's college, we did it, and now I'm pregnant. I know you're mad. I'll just do it all myself."
"Huh? Sam, you can't possibly do all of this yourself! You're always trying to say that you don't need anyone else's help!"
"Well-"
"I'm helping you with this whether you like it or not," Freddie said firmly. "I just wish you had told me earlier. I didn't want to find out like this, but it's our baby and I want to help you raise it. You haven't thought of an abortion, have you?"
"Absolutely not," Sam said.
"I was hoping you'd say that," Freddie said. "Do the others know?"
"No, only the doctor I went to and you know. I do know that I am kicking Gibby's butt the next time I see him," Sam said darkly.
"Hey, it wasn't his fault. If anything it was whoever slipped us that alcohol's fault. But, I get to raise a beautiful child with the woman I love," Freddie said.
"But we're in college living in an RV!" Sam cried. "How are we going to raise a baby when we're practically broke and don't even have our own place? I don't know what to do..."
"We can very politely ask our parents for some help," Freddie told his wife. "And yes, we do have our own place. This RV. It's by far the best thing you've ever bought."
"Twelve hundred bucks well spent, eh?" Sam smiled.
"Yep," Freddie grinned. "Don't worry, everything will be okay. When does the doctor want to see you again?"
"Second trimester," Sam said.
"Do you like the doctor?" Freddie inquired.
"Yeah, she's alright," Sam nodded. "She loves meat."
"Always good," Freddie smiled.
A/N: So, this is the opening oneshot of my new story, basically a continuation of Their Biggest Secret. It won't necessarily be a story, but I wanted to write something for those who wanted Sam to get pregnant. I appreciate all feedback. Please leave a review!