A/N: I think I'm going to write a series of one-shots, under this title. It just works, you know? If you have any requests, or ideas, I'll be happy to include them :) Hell, make an OC and I'll put them in :)

In this one-shot, the iCarly gang are twenty/nineteen, and its after Melanie's wedding. Chris is about nine months pregnant.

And my polyvore is http: poly vore .com/ cgi/profile?id =2433691. Just remove the spaces :)


iAm Surviving Life

Carly huffed as she dragged a large cardboard box along the floor of the apartment. She got half way across the living room before she had to stop and stood up straight, rubbing her back and wiping some beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Spencer had, rather frantically, called her while she was at University the week before saying something about baby-proofing the apartment, and needing her to come home from University to help.

It had taken about a month after finding out for Spencer to come to full grips with the fact that he was going to be a father. By then Chris had been two months pregnant and already feeling the strain of it on her life. She was having to pay medical bills, and buy more food and was actually ready to just move back to Olympia with her parents when Spencer convinced her to stay and move in with him. It was actually perfect. Carly was going to L.A to study law, while Sam was moving in with Freddie at the University of Washington. She was doing an art course and taking night cooking classes, while Freddie was doing a Computer Engineering course. Chris moving in meant Carly felt less guilty about leaving him.

But the apartment was in no way suitable for a baby that was going to grow into a wandering toddler. So, now on the fifth of January, everyone was at the apartment shifting through the different sculptures and leftover bits-an-bobs to store them away and make the apartment safe for Baby Shay, due on the seventh. They had already been at it for two days, and they were still nowhere near finished. Spencer refused to throw anything out, claiming that he 'might need it' in the future, whereas Chris wanted to just throw anything that didn't have a purpose or wasn't a completed sculpture in the trash. Chris was currently arguing with Spencer that she was perfectly capable of helping clean, no matter how close she was to giving birth.

Carly looked over at Sam, who was 'cleaning' out the fridge. By that, Carly meant she was eating all the food in the fridge while everyone else did the work, and was bossing Freddie around as he screwed child locks on the cupboard doors. Gibby was in the iCarly studio, where the sculptures and boxes were being stored, carefully piling boxes into corners. At least that was what he was supposed to be doing. If he actually was, Carly had no idea.

"Spencer, I'm pregnant, not helpless. It's perfectly okay for me to help out," Chris argued, wobbling into the room. Her bump was clearly obvious, with her grey jersey wrap cardigan tied in a bow above the bump, and the bump being hugged but the empire-waisted cream lace tunic she had on under it. She had on grey leggings with grey spotted ballet pumps that had a black bow on the tow. Her hair was pulled into a curly ponytail, and her skin was free from make up. She was slightly red, with exertion and heat, yet refused to not help.

"But Chris... you can't lift any boxes. The Doctor said so," Spencer whined, trailing after her with his spoon hat on his head and a pout on his lips. Chris paused at that, and placed her hands on her bump, biting her lip. Carly had to grin. There was no valid argument to that. If the Doctor said she couldn't, than Chris really couldn't.

"Fine. But I get to at least pack stuff in them. Otherwise we are never going to get it sorted," Chris stated, and Spencer punched the air in celebration, a goofy grin on his face. Chris rolled her eyes, yet smiled at his silliness, waddling to the couch and sitting down with a heavy breath. Sam perked up, seeing someone had sat down, and instantly moved to sit beside her. Chris looked at her briefly, before grabbing the television remote.

"Girly Cow?"

"You know it, preggo," Sam responded. Carly gaped from behind the couch, and went to drag Sam back up to help, when the doorbell rang.

"Someones at the door," the blond stated, playing with the ends of her hair, a plate of chicken in her lap. Sam wore a pair of boyfriend fit denim three quarter-lengths with a rolled hem, a long-sleeved purple v-neck tee-shirt under a large white t-shirt with exaggerated arm holes in a cape-style and a grey waterfall waistcoat with white lace lining. On her feet she had grey sued, ruched ankle boots, and a white tassled scarf around her neck.

"Yes, Sam, we heard," Carly responded irritably, and Sam stuck her tongue out in response, away to eat her chicken when she realised half of it had disappeared from her plate. Carly rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she waltzed towards the door. Her feet were bare as she padded along the floor, her black suede open-toe frilled ankle boots discarded by the door. She wore light blue skinny jeans, with a grey tank top under a sheer black lace vest under a fine-knit black woollen cardigan, with pink hems and pink bows on the front pockets. She flipped her hair over her shoulders as she tugged open the front door.

"Oh my god! Tori, Beck, Jade! What are you doing here?" Carly burst out, her dark eyes widening in surprise. The three ex-Hollywood Arts students looked back at her. Beck stood between Jade and Tori, his arm around both their shoulders, Tori on his right and Jade on his left. Tori held onto his right hand with her own right hand, and Jade onto his left with her left hand. Carly was pretty sure that behind his back, Jade and Tori were holding hands as well. Carly knew better than to question their relationship. She was never quite sure who was dating who in their dynamic, so she didn't ask. But, while she didn't know who was dating, she did know that it worked for them.

"What kind of friends would we be if we didn't help you out when you needed us to?" Tori questioned rhetorically, stepping away from Beck and Jade and giving Carly a hug. She was freezing, not having expected how cold Seattle winters were being from LA. She had on a white square neck top with buttons up the front and mid-arm length sleeves, under a long-line purple jersey cardigan, with low rise, distressed straight leg jeans and tall beige cowboy boots.

"They forced me to come," Jade responded, narrowing her eyes at the other two. She pushed past Carly and Tori and sat down on the couch with Sam and Chris. She didn't seem to be suffering the cold as much as Beck or Tori, probably because she was a naturally cold person to begin with. She had on a black distressed-leather jacket, over a striped maroon and grey top that went to mid-thigh. Black leather pants covered her legs, and she had on black open-toe ankle-boots. Around her neck hung a skull and flower necklace made up of two chains. She eyed Chris.

"You're huge."

"I'm pregnant," Chris snapped, and the pale-skinned woman just humphed and crossed her arms, glaring at the television.

"I hate this show."

"No one cares," Sam bit out, and Beck gave Carly an apologetic look as he cut over to the couch, tugging Jade out of the seat and over to where Tori and Carly were. Jade glowered as Sam, who narrowed her eyes in response, ready to tear into the other woman.

"Yo, Fredwierd! Get me some more chicken! The preggers ate all mine!" she ordered, and Freddie grit his teeth.

"No Sam, I'm busy! You'll just have to get it yourself," Freddie shouted back, as he tested the child lock on the cupboard under the sink. He grinned when it caught the way it was supposed and stopped him opening the cupboard. Sam growled under breath and shoved plate to Chris, who rose her eyebrows as Sam stood, muttering 'I'll be right back'. Chris watched her with amusement as teh girl stalked over to freddie and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, hoistignh im to his feet.

"Listen, Benson, when Momma wants meat, you give Momma the meat. No arguments. Understood?" she growled. Freddie nodded rapidly, still scared of his girlfriend at times despite the physical advantage he had over her. Sam grinned darkly and kissed him hard, before letting him go and punching him in the arm. He winced in pain, knowing that she only hit him to get the response and re-establish her authority. "Good Nub. Now feed me."

"Sure thing, Princess," he grumbled, and Sam smirked triumphantly, retuning to her position on the couch next to Chris, who had a pained expression on her face.

"What do you need us to do?" Beck asked Carly. The three waited for instruction as Carly looked around and grinned when her eyes landed on the box she had been having difficulty moving. She gestured to the box, smiling pleasantly at him.

"Can you take that up to the studio for me, please?" she asked, and Beck nodded, going to the box and lifting it. He grunted, not having expected it to be so heavy and heaved it up, struggling.

"Be careful. it's full of metal parts that Spencer hasn't used yet," Carly informed him, with a grateful look, and he just grumbled in response, slowly taking the box up the stairs. Carly chuckled quietly, before turning to Tori and Jade. "If you could get a box each, and put anything that looks sharp, dangerous or out-of-place in it, that would be a great help."

"No problem. Where are the boxes?" Tori asked, and Carly pointed to the kitchen, saying 'On the island'. "Great," Tori stated, and she looked at Jade, who was eyeing the apartment with distaste, opening her mouth to say something. "Jade..." Tori warned, and the other woman glared at her.

"What? I wasn't going to say anything," Jade argued, and Tori just rolled her eyes, grabbing her hand and dragging her to get a box. Carly giggled slightly at their behaviour, before going in search of Spencer. Knowing him, he had probably gotten distracted or set something on fire or trapped himself in his bathroom or started to build a sculpture because 'an idea just came to him'. She found him in his room, half under his bed.

"Carly! CAAARLY! Help! I'm stuck!" Spencer wailed, his legs failing wildly. Carly rushed to his side, calling his name and pinning his legs down. "Oh Carly! Thank God! It's so dark under here! I thought no one was coming! Please get me out of here!" he pleaded. Carly bent down and attempted to tug him out, gritting her teeth with the strain.

"How did you even get stuck under there?" she questioned, yanking on his leg. Spencer yelped in pain, before replying.

"Well, I found my old meatball, and I was playing with it when it suddenly burst into FLAMES! So I dropped it, you know? And it rolled under my bed and I didn't want my room to be set on fire so I got under here to get it but the fire had gone out but then I found my old school yearbooks and started to look through them and I was coming out when I got stuck. So I've been calling for help for the last five minutes but no one came and thank GOD you came because I'm really scared and it's really dark under here!"

Carly couldn't move him. She wasn't strong enough. Standing up straight, she surveyed the area. "I'm going to get Beck and Freddie, okay? Don't panic! They can get you out," Carly assured him. Spencer listened to her footsteps hurry from the room, and looked around the dark confines of under his bed. He wrinkled his nose and sneezed when some dust went up his nose. Carly rushed into the living area, to see Beck strolling back down the stairs and Sam attacking Freddie's mouth while Jade ordered Tori about.

"Freddie! Sam! Cut it out! Don't make me get my spray bottle!"

Freddie pulled himself from Sam reluctantly, and also slightly dazed, to look at Carly. "Wha-?" he mumbled, as Sam slumped back down onto the couch, slightly peeved at Carly's interruption of her make-out time with Freddie.

"I need you and Beck to help me get Spencer out from under his bed. He got himself trapped," Carly told them. Beck looked at Freddie, who shrugged and said 'It's Spencer' as if it explained everything. Which to those who knew Spencer, it did. "Guys, come on, he's panicking," Carly ushered them towards them towards the bedroom, and obviously worried look on her face. Chris watched them leave, before she shook Sam, who had started to snooze.

"What? Who's taking my bacon?" Sam asked rapidly, only to shake herself and look at Chris, who was wincing. "What's up with you, preggo?" she asked, and Chris bit her lip.

"Sam, I really don't want you to panic, but I'm in labour," Chris bit out, and Sam paled. She wasn't an idiot. She knew exactly what being 'in labour' meant and she knew that it meant that you had to panic when you went into labour before your due date and you weren't at a hospital.

"What! Oh my god! CARLY!" Sam screamed. Tori jumped and looked over at Sam. "She's in labour! Chris is having the baby!" Sam bounced up and down, jostling Chris who was clutching her bump in pain. Tori squealed and started to panic as well, rambling and asking what to do, while Jade looked fascinated at Chris. She slid over to her, watching as Chris panted in pain with avid pleasure.

"Can I watch?" Jade questioned. Chris looked at her, with a freaked out expression. Jade managed to get a somewhat hurt expression on her face. "What? It's really funny when your face scrunches up like that," Jade stated, and Chris gaped at her, before looking at Sam.

"Who the hell is this girl?" she spat, gesturing wildly, but Sam was too busy panicking to answer. Tori grabbed Jade, who pouted at her, and Sam pulled at her hair and bounced on the spot. "Okay! Guys, calm down! Creepy goth girl, help me up," she demanded, and Jade opened her mouth to retort when Tori gave her a 'don't' look. Jade grit her teeth and glowered at Tori, but helped Chris to her feet. "Sam, go and get Carly, and my bag. It's in my room."

Not even arguing, Sam darted down the hallway to Spencer's room, where they were just managing to pull Spencer out from under his bed. Chris looked at Tori. "I need you to call the hospital and tell them that Charissa Whyte is on her way in and that she's in labour," Chris asked, and Tori nodded.

"I can do that, yeah... I can do that..." she reached into her pocket for her pearphone. "I can't do that! I don't have my phone! Jane, where's my phone?" Tori panicked and Jade rolled her eyes, pulling her own pearphone out of her pocket and giving it to Tori.

"God, just use mine. Quit panicking. This is fun," Jade stated dryly. Chris grit her teeth to keep from snapping at the younger woman who was holding her up, and then her hand flwe to her bump when her uterus contracted, sending agony all through her. Jade held her up as she bent over, huffing out her breaths in rapid succession.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god... Hello? Yeah, this is Tori Vega," Tori ramble on the phone when the hospital picked up. "Yeah, our friend Charissa Whyte has just gone into labour, we're bringing her in," Tori told the receptionist. She nodded several times. "Yeah, okay, so what do we do? Okay. Yeah."

After a few seconds of that, she hung up. "They said that we need to get there as soon as possible. Where's Sam?" Tori asked, looking around. Sam tumbled in holding Chris's overnight bag and coat. "Oh thank god. Can you drive?" she questioned, and Sam shook her head. She hadn't wanted to learn. Didn't see the point when Freddie drove her everywhere.

"I have Freddifer's keys, though," she stated, and she held up the keys to Freddie's car. Tori took them from her, rushing to the door and pulling it open. "Wait, Chris, you better put on your jacket, its's freezing outside," Sam insisted, and Chris swallowed her breaths, allowing Sam to pull the navy, frill-front Mac up her arm and around her shoulders. When the jacket was on, both her and Jade held Chris up, leading her out of the apartment.

"Oh, man, this hurts like crazy!" Chris growled, and Jade hummed in delight.

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Spencer danced around his room, happy to be free, before he had to stop and put his hands on his knees to get his breath back. Carly rolled her eyes. "Spencer, you really need to join a gym. How do you plan to keep up with a toddler?" she asked and Spencer just 'mehhed' her before standing upright. Beck handed him his jeans, trying to divert his eyes from the man's goldfish printed boxers and failing.

"Thanks," Spencer said, and Beck shrugged, saying 'it's cool'. "I need to go check on ma lady! Let's go!" Spencer cheered and he bounded from the room. He skipped into the living area, expecting to see Sam slacking on the couch, next to Chris, and Tori and Jade packing up their stuff. Instead, the living room was completely empty, and the front door was swinging open. "Caaarllly!" he howled loudly, and the three teens ran through. "Where are they?"

"I... They were here..." Carly stammered, looking confused as she looked around. Beck frowned. Tori and Jade had run off. With Spencer's girlfriend and Sam. Spencer's heavily pregnant girlfriend. He tapped Carly on the shoulder, and she looked up at him.

"Isn't Spencer's kid due soon?" he asked, and Carly's eyes bugged out of her head. Spencer stared at Beck, hearing what he had said, and then his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell like a dead weight to the floor. Carly gasped, falling to her knees next to him and hitting his face to try and wake him up. Freddie rolled his eyes, and disappeared over to the kitchen for a moment, coming back with a glass of Carly's special lemonade. In one swift movement, he upended it on Spencer's face, causing him to splutter and shoot up.

"No! Not the beavacoon!" he shouted, and the three younger people looked at each other. "What? Where's Chris? Oh my god, I'm going to be a dad. Where is she? I should be with her!" he panicked, and Carly grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him wildly.

"You got to calm down! She's with Sam, Jade and Tori, probably on their way to hospital! There is no reason to panic! So quit panicking! I'm not panicking! Look at me, this is me not panicking! Let's all just be calm and breath! Wecannotpanic! Sostoppanicking!" Carly's voice steadily got higher and higher, and her words fast under they all ran together. Spencer cringed, while Freddie blanched slightly at her. Freddie grabbed her arm and pulled her up. She was freaking out, her mind running over everything that wasn't done, and wasn't ready for the baby to come.

"Carly! Calm down. You said it yourself, she is with Sam, Jade and Tori. Chris is safe with them, remember?" Freddie said, his tone calm and reassuring, but Carly shook her head, her hair going crazy. Freddie frowned, as she started to ramble again.

"No! Tori is probably freaking out, Sam will make them stop for meat, I just know it, and Jade is obsessed with people in pain! She's probably enjoying it!" Carly distressed, and her hands went to hair to pull on it, only stopped by Freddie holding them down. She wheezed, her breathing irregular and out of sinc. Beck's looked from Carly to Freddie, worried, as Spencer stood and wrapped his arms around her, swaying from side to side.

"Calm down, kiddo. It's going to be alright. We're going to go to the hospital, and find Chris and the others, and everything will be fine," he soothed. Carly took a deep breath, holding it for a second then let it out again as she tried to regulate it. Spencer looked at her, his eyes concerned and she weakly smiled at him. "You okay, kiddo?"

"Yeah, just got a little crazy there... Let's go," she said, her voice relatively normal again. She gazed around them sheepishly, as the three men were still, staring at her like she was a ticking time-bomb. "Seriously! I'm fine! Let's go. At this rate, by the time we get there Chris will have already had the baby!"

"To the Spencer mobile!" Spencer cheered, pointing to the door, and Freddie chuckled, rolling his eyes at Spencer's silliness as Spencer bounded from the apartment, dragging Carly behind him. "Lock up behind you, Freddie!"

"Do you think either of them realise that Carly isn't wearing any shoes?" Beck asked Freddie, pointing casually to Carly's ankle-boots by the front door. Freddie smirked, and shrugged, replying 'Probably not'. Beck chuckled, and walked over to the boots, picking them up from the floor. In a fancy gesture he swivelled to the door. "Shall we, Mister Benson?"

"I believe we shall, Mister Oliver," Freddie played along with Beck's British accent, and walked from the apartment with Beck following, closing the door behind him. There was a thump from the upstairs, as Gibby came stomping down the stairs, shirtless as always. He was looking at some weird object in his hand.

"Hey guys, check this out, it's awe- Where did everyone go?"

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Chris cried loudly as she knelt on all fours on her hospital bed. She blew out and breathed in rapidly, her knuckles white with her grip on the bed's plastic headboard. Sam sat on the chair beside the bed, holding onto Chris' baby bump as if the baby would fall out of her stomach if she didn't support it. From the corner of the room, Jade was using her pearphone to video Chris, her expression carefully blank. Tori paced the floor along the window, it's blinds drawn, tugging on her hair.

"Oh God, oh God... Why does this have to happen to me? I don't want to see this..." she complained, trying to stop looking at Chris and failing miserably. Horror was rising in her at the look of pain on the other brunettes face. Jade had a dark look on her face.

"I never want to forget this. It's brilliant," she toned, and Chris growled at her from the bed. Rolling her eyes, Jade glared at Chris slightly. "Be quiet," she said, insensitively, before she turned to Tori, setting her pearphone on the window sill to keep filming Chris. "Okay, Vega. What's up with you? You have been acting weird since we got here. It's irritating."

Tori looked slightly alarmed, her brown eyes widening. The half-Latina moved away from Jade, her steps faltering slightly. "Weird? I haven't been acting weird. You are the one being weird. I'm perfectly normal. I haven't been acting weird!" her voice rose to a shout on her last word, her denial obvious to everyone in the room.

Jade crossed the room from her corner, and placed her hands on either one of Tori's cheeks, looking her dead in the eyes. "You can't lie to a liar, Tori. And you could never fool me. What is going on?" to anyone other than Tori, it would have sounded like a threat, but Tori knew that it was Jade's way of showing concern for her. Tori bit her lip, her eyes looking anywhere other than Jade, until Jade shook her head a little to make her focus."Spill, Tori."

"I... It's..." Tori mumbled. Thankfully for Tori, the door to the room opened, and Spencer, Carly, Beck and Freddie all stumbled into the small room. "Oh thank God," Tori breathed, wrenching her face from Jade's grip and going over to Beck. She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his neck to hide herself from Jade. Beck rose his eyebrows, and looked at Jade.

"What did you do, Jade?" he questioned. Jade rolled her eyes, strolling casually to him and kissing him, before responding 'Nothing'. "Then what is up with Tori?" he asked, with a confused voice. Jade shrugged.

"She won't tell me," Jade brushed it off, going to get her pearphone and then over to Chris. "Come on... scream for the camera," she muttered under her breath. Chris had grabbed Spencer by the shirt collar, her face scrunched up in anger and tiredness.

"Where the hell have you been! Do you know how much pain I'm in? It's burning!" Chris wailed, and Spencer whimpered fearfully. "I want to be on my back! Someone help me onto my back!" she demanded, and Spencer and Freddie looked at each other. "JUST DO IT!"

"Okay, moving the grouchy mama bear then," Spencer said, and Chris's eyes practically burned into him, as Freddie and Spencer attempted to shift her, slowly and carefully. Chris sobbed, holding onto Spencer and tensing up in pain as another contraction coursed through her. "Just breathe come on, like they showed you at the classes," Spencer coached, and Chris grit her teeth, breathing heavily.

"You mean those classes you wouldn't go to!" she howled, and Spencer flinched when Carly and Sam glared at him, eyes like daggers. Freddie stepped away from the bed as soon as Chris was on her back, feet flat against the white sheets, legs parted. Jade's eyes widened, and she broke away from Beck, coming closer with her pearphone. "Would someone go and get the bloody Doctor!"

"I'll go!" Spencer instantly offered, and Chris grabbed his hand, squeezing it so hard Spencer was pretty sure his fingers where broken. He whimpered in pain. "I mean, I'll stay," he mewled. "Sam, Freddie, can you go find the Doctor?" he pleaded. Sam pouted, wanting to stay, but let Freddie drag her out of the room top find the doctor. Carly took the space where Sam had been, holding Chris's other hand despite the look of warning that Spencer gave her.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, worried. Chris' lower lip trembled, tears streaming down her face. She wailed 'I hate this!' loudly, her head falling back onto the pillow. Carly frowned compassionately, reaching for a wet towel that sat in a bowl of cool water on the bedside table. She calmly squeezed it with one hand to get rid of some of the excess water, and dabbed Chris' forehead. "I know you do. But just wait, soon you'll have a lovely little baby to love. Just focus on that, yeah?"

"Yeah... yeah... baby... God help me!" Chris blubbered. Spencer looked at Carly, mouthing 'thank you' and she just smiled at him, before turning her attention back to Chris. She mopped up the sweat that formed on Chris's forehead, trying her best to keep calm and not panic. Chris sobbed. "I want my mother... I want my mommy..."

"Er... your mother is in Olympia... It's like a two hour car journey to get here... and she doesn't know you're in labour," Spencer rambled. Chris looked at him, helplessly, while Carly shook her head, mouthing at him to shut up.

"You haven't told my mother?" Chris bawled. Spencer cowered as she tightened her hold on his hand, causing his knee's to buckle under him and him to fall to the ground. Carly gasped, leaning over Chris to see Spencer rolling on the floor in agony, gripping his now free hand. Jade laughed loudly, turning her pearphone on Spencer for a moment to video him in pain, and then scowling when her video cut off, the amount of video time available used up.

"Aww, not fair," she frowned, and she looked a Chris. Or more, up Chris's nightgown. Her face morphed into an expression of disgust, before sadistic pleasure. "That is gross," she stated. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and quickly took a picture, before slipping it back into her pocket just as Sam and Freddie came back with the Doctor.

"Ah, Charissa. How are you feeling?" the woman asked, and Chris smiled darkly at her, baring her teeth in a barely constrained snarl. The Doctor wasn't phased, going over. "I'm just going to check your dilation, alright? Last time we checked, you were only five centimetres, so you shouldn't be too far off being ready to give birth." She lifted Chris's nightgown, stared for a moment, before putting the nightgown back down. She smiled uneasily. "It seems you are going much faster than average... you are already crowning... Which means we will be delivering the baby now."

Tori squeaked. "What? Now? I don't want to see this!" she begged, and the Doctor looked around the room. In total, there were nine people, and there was going to be one more in a few moments.

"Could anyone not related to the mother of father please leave? This room is too crowded," the Doctor asked. Tori muttered something under her breath, relieved, and promptly escaped the room, Beck shrugging and following her. Sam left next, putting her thumbs up at Spencer and Carly, while Freddie waved and left. Jade hung back, and the Doctor stared at her. "Are you related to Charissa or Spencer?"

"Charissa. I'm her sister," Jade lied easily, and the Doctor rose her eyebrows, but allowed it when Chris didn't protest, just launched forwards with a sharp contraction. Spencer awkwardly rubbed her back, while Carly held onto her hand, letting her clutch it helplessly. Jade patted Chris's knee in an attempt to show concern. "There there. It will be over soon."

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Sam leaned against Freddie, tapping her foot against the seat she was on. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, feet balancing on the edge of the seat, and she leaned over the arm of the chair on Freddie, her head on his shoulder. Freddie's arm was along her shoulders, holding her to him. His thumb stroked her arm in soothing circles over the fabric of her purple tee-shirt. The waiting room was bustling, people coming in and out, sitting waiting for news on their relatives or waiting to be seen.

Across from them, Tori sat on Beck's lap, her forehead resting against his as they whispered in low voices to one another. One of his arms was around her waist, and his other hand cupping her cheek, thumb running along her cheekbones slowly. Freddie furrowed his eyebrows. He knew Beck and Tori were together, but just before Jade had kissed Beck, while he was hugging Tori. It was confusing. He shook his head, looking down at Sam who had a pensive expression on her face, blue eyes clouded slightly.

"What'cha thinking about, Princess?" he jostled her slightly, and she broke out her thoughts, staring up at him. She responded 'nothing' her tone uncharacteristically soft. He began to feel worried, a frown coming onto his mouth. "Talk to me, Sam," he poked playfully. Sam let one shoulder rise and then fall again, sighing.

"I just... do you think we'll ever have kids?" Sam asked, cautiously. She didn't normally talk about serious things like the future, preferring to live in the 'now'. So her asking this question obviously shocked Freddie. If he had been drinking, he would have done a spit take, at the seriousness and un-Samness of it. Sam instantly backtracked. "I mean, it doesn't matter. Forget it. It was stupid."

"It's all I think about," Freddie stated, and Sam leaned away from, eyes widening. Nervously, Freddie shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "I think about where we are going to live... how many kids we'll have... when we'll get married. Everyday, it's all I think off. Planning my future with you."

"How many kids?"

"A few."

Sam eyed him, interested now in what he had to say. "How many is a few?" she asked, and he tucked her hair behind her ear, thinking with a smile.

"Four... One boy, twin girls and another boy," he told her. Sam smirked, raising her eyebrows at him and he flushed.

"Four kids? You are going to be busy, aren't you," she teased, flicking his nose and chuckling. He grinned at her, playfully tugging on her hair before she settled back against his chest. He took her hand in his, playing with her fingers. "Where would we live?"

"Just outside the city. But close enough that it won't take long for me to get to work and the kids can get to school easily. And of course, you would have a studio over the garage to escape the craziness of the kids. And we would have a dog and two cats, which you would by just to irritate my mom when she comes to visit," Freddie grinned and Sam laughed quietly.

"Naturally. Crazy would totally freak," Sam smirked up at him deviously, before her curiosity once more won out. "So you really have everything planned out? Like all of it?" She laughed as Freddie blushed and nodded, before kissing his cheek. "Aww, you're such a nub, Fredamane. I can't believe you actually planned everything, you dork."

"Not everything... I left the wedding and stuff for Carly to plan," Freddie huffed. Sam grinned widely.

"Good, cause you know I wouldn't have. Too much work for momma," she stated. Freddie chuckled, the laugh vibrating through his entire being and causing Sam to hum slightly as it tickled her back. It was then, that Carly rushed in, her face glowing, tears falling down her cheeks. Sam and Freddie shot to their feet eagerly, while Tori and Beck straightened in their seat, watching Carly, waiting for some news. "Well!"

"It's here! He's here!" Carly announced loudly, her excitement evident, clasping her hands at her chest. Sam gasped.

"It's a boy?" she asked, and Carly's head bobbed rapidly as she affirmed her previous statement.

"Yep! A full eight pounds and seven ounces. He is so tiny though! And his hands and feet! Sam you have got to see him! He is actually the cutest, most gorgeous thing ever," Carly gushed, her eyes sparkling. Sam laughed at her friend, and Carly grabbed her hand, dragging her down the corridor to where Chris's room was. Sam stumbled over her feet, when Carly suddenly stopped, holding her finger to her lips.

"You have to be quiet. He only just stopped crying when I left, alright?" she whispered, peeking through the window of the door into the room. Sam rolled her eyes, responding 'Fine! Can we see him now?' impatiently. Carly smiled widely, and opened the door to let them all in, motioning quietly. Chris lay on the bed, propped up by pillows looking thoroughly exhausted and crying, holding a blue bundle, while Spencer sat on the chair, leaning with his elbows onto the bed, an utterly blissful and adoring expression on his face. Jade stood over a steel table, looking into a tray with a fascinated expression, the doctor marking out some forms tiredly. Tori moved over to Jade, and they fit together, Tori's arm slipping around Jade's waist as she rested her head on her shoulder.

"What is that?" Jade asked, poking the lump of fleshy, bloody mess in the bowl. Tori grimaced and replied 'Afterbirth. It's the placenta'. Sam looked at her, from where she had gone to look at the baby.

"How do you know that?" she asked, slightly grossed out. Tori grimaced, replying 'Don't ask'. Jade poked the mass of flesh again, her expression carefully blank, and then looked at the Doctor.

"Can I have that" she asked, and the Doctor gave her a dull look, responding 'No' curtly, before she excused herself from the room. Jade pouted and glared at the Doctor's retreating back, before melting when Beck came up behind her and Tori, slipping his arms around both their waists and resting his chin on top of Tori's head. Jade let her own head rest against his cheek, watching the iCarly family.

"So what are you going to call him?" Freddie asked sitting on the edge of the bed, his arm around Sam's shoulders as she uncharacteristically cooed to the baby, his big brown eyes staring unfocussed at the blurry shapes around him. Sam, unknown to many others, loved babies. They just got her, and she got them. Possibly because they had similar needs. Food and attention. Chris and Spencer looked at each other, before looking at the baby boy.

"Gabriel. Gabriel Steven Shay," Chris stated. Carly gasped and looked at Spencer, saying 'After Dad?'. He nodded, and Carly literally beamed, before bursting into a fresh round of happy tears, hugging him tightly. Sam's reaction was a little less enthusiastic, more a mumbling of 'I would so bully that kid' under her breath, but Freddie jostled her. She glared at him, before cooing down at the baby again. Carly looked at Beck, and motioned him over. Reluctantly, he let go of his girls and went over to her.

"Can you take a picture for us, please?" she asked, using the famous Shay 'puppy-dog' eyes that made everyone other than Freddie and Sam fall to their knees in submission. Beck rolled his eyes, and held his hand out for her phone. She grinned happily, cheeks stained with tears, and handed him the phone. Beck stood at the end of the bed, camera on and aimed at them.

"Alright, everyone smile," he instructed, and despite the fact that some of them where in pain, some exhausted and some just captivated by the tiny bundle of blue that Chris held, they all managed to look at the camera and smile.