This one is a tear jerker. I was actually started tearing while writing this.
Carly and Sam were just wrapping up another iCarly webcast.
"And that's all we have for this iCarly." Sam busted out
"But remember all you viewer this Sunday is Father's Day…"
"So remember to give that big lug a big 'ol hug incase you forgot to get something from your nearest gas station"
Carly gave Sam look.
"What? Like you haven't done it before."
"Good night guys, oh and Happy Father's Day dad!" Carly laughed and waved to the camera.
"And we're clear." Freddie shut the camera off
"Carly, your dad watches the show?" Sam asked
"Well when he can. What your mom doesn't watch?"
Sam grabbed her can of soda that was resting on the floor next to Freddie and took a swig.
"Nope. All she does on the computer is shop for bra and panties online."
"Thank you Sam for that interesting information."
"Ah can-it Benson." She took another swig
"If anyone needs me I'll be getting a Puddin' Pop from the fridge, you want one?" She pointed to Carly
"No, I'm good."
"Uh hey Sam I could…" Sam slammed the door before Freddie could finish his request
"…go for one. Why is so mean to me?"
"Oh she's not that bad. At least this time she didn't flip you the bird." She was trying to look as sympathetic as she could.
"Yeah I guess your right."
He fumbled with his equipment before he asked Carly a question.
"So you are giving your dad anything?"
"Yeah, he set it up so me and Spencer could talk to him via cyber-chat." She gave him a humored look
"Cool!"
"Umm, so what about you? You gonna visit your dad?"
"Hoping too. Maybe this year mom won't have a nervous break down and we would have to leave early like last year."
"Well let's hope so."
They both headed down stairs to join Sam.
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Sunday came and Freddie was already prepared. He had his clothes laid out, clean and ironed (thanks to his mom) and was headed for the bathroom.
"Freddie! Are you getting ready?"
"Yes mom!" Freddie said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
About an half-hour later he was in the kitchen waiting for his mom
"Come on mom, we're going to be late."
Freddie kept looking down at his shiny black church shoes
"Okay I'm ready." Mrs. Benson came from her room in a long flowing black dress.
"Oh honey, wait let me fix your tie."
Mrs. Benson put down her purse and proceeded to straightened up his tie.
"Mom what took you so long?" He had his hands in his pockets, waiting for his mom to finish.
"I want the both of us to look presentable for your father."
"Mom does it really matter?" he mumbled
"Fredward Benson! You take that back. We have to honor you father, especially on this day."
"Sorry mom."
"Now let's go before there's too much traffic."
They headed out the door, down stairs and into the car. Freddie was quiet the whole ride over, so was Mrs. Benson. Not even the radio was on. The two drove in complete silence.
They had finally arrived about an hour after leaving home. They parked in the parking lot.
Freddie read the sign on the gate "Lake View Seattle Cemetery".
"Well we're here, Freddie. You ready to see your father?"
He didn't talk. He just nodded and stepped out of the car.
The Bensons left the parking lot and headed towards the gates. They both knew exactly where they were headed.
"Well here he is Freddie, your father."
Still not a word, he just looked at the tombstone and read his dad's name over and over again.
"Hello honey." Mrs. Benson finally spoke up after a few moments of silence.
"I got these flower for you, I remembered they were the ones you got me…" she started tearing up"… on our first date."
By this time tears are running down her cheeks and she pulls out a handkerchief from her purse. After whipping them away she places the flowers in front of the tombstone.
"Would you like to say something?" Mrs. Benson looked at her son.
"Umm," his eyes still on the grave
"I don't know what to say."
"Freddie he's your father, you can say anything." He still was a lost for words.
"Mom I really don't know what to say."
Mrs. Benson wrapped her arms around her son and held him close.
"It's alright Freddie," she hugged him tight and more tear developed, falling down her already tear stained face.
"It's alright."
Freddie was barely able to walk when his father had his accident. Mr. Benson was driving home work when his car crashed on the road. After a few days in a comma at the hospital he finally past on to a better place. His wife and son were there to see him be put to rest. After the funeral Mrs. Benson sold the house her and late husband had bought together, and moved to the apartment building as a widowed single mother of a baby boy.
A few more minutes pasted. Mrs. Benson says her goodbyes and placed a hand on his grave and began to walk away. She notices her son hasn't moved from his standing place.
"Freddie? Freddie!" He turns his head
"I'll meet you at the car." He faces the grave again
"I want to be alone with dad for a minute."
"Okay, take as long as you need to." Mrs. Benson smiles at this and heads for the car.
Soon his mother is out of sight and Freddie is left by himself. Alone.
"Hi, dad." He begins to rub the back of his neck
"It's been a while since I've came here." He takes deep breath and places his hands in his pockets again.
"M-mom says I'm beginning to look more and more like you did when you were younger." He starts digging his shoes into the ground
"Moms doing fine. I think as the years go by she seems be getting a little better, less overprotective. She really misses you."
Tears begin to drop down his face, towards the ground.
"I-I miss you too." Freddie whips a tear with the back of his hand.
"Sometimes, I look at yours wedding album or any other pictures of us as a family. And other times I watch old home videos with you in them," He begins to smile
"I like to think…" He breaths in "…that you watch them from up there with me. I feel like you're always looking after us"
He whips his eyes and bends down so that he is face to face with the headstone.
"Rest in peace, dad" Freddie traces his fathers name with his fingers. "And happy father's day."
He walks out of the grave yard and towards the car.
"So you ready to go home." Mrs. Benson asks as Freddie sets down in the passenger seat.
"Yeah, mom." She sees his face is tear stained as well.
"Your father would be so proud to see how you turned out." He hugs him again
"He loved you so much." She kisses him on the cheek
"I know mom." He kisses her back, and smiled
"I loved him too."
They then back out of the parking lot and headed home.
*NOTE (READ BEFORE REVIEWING):* Now before you all leave a review keep in mind that this is just a suggestion, something I thought would make sense for Freddie and his mom. I personally think that the reason why Mrs. Benson is so protective of her son is because with the sudden death of her husband she would do anything to protect Freddie from anything, really protecting herself too from lossing the last bit of her family she has. So there, you may now comment if you wish.
