Sam's POV
Turns out, the guy that tried to kidnap Bree was filthy stinking rich. When the lawsuit was over, we made a grand total of $58,276 (A/N: I have no idea how much money you can get from this kind of law suit). I immediately bought a decent small apartment and moved in. I almost forgot Freddie.
I was doing laundry when I felt the business card in my jeans pocket. I pulled it out and hesitated to call. But I needed to thank him for helping save Bree. I shakily dialed the number and waited as the phone rang.
"Hello?" Freddie said.
"Hey Freddie, it's… Ally. Bree's mother." I said quickly making up a fake name.
"Oh hey! How's Bree? Fat Cakes really wants to see her."
"She's fine and I'm sure she really wants to see Fat Cakes too." I smiled to myself.
"Okay, how about we meet at the park around noon?"
"I'll see you there!" The phone line disconnected and I dashed to get ready. I looked in the mirror as I caked on a bunch of make-up so Freddie wouldn't recognize me. Bree jabbered away in her seat about seeing Fat Cakes and getting her own puppy soon. At 11:30, Bree and I took the bus to the park and waited for Freddie to show up. I soon saw him trying to restrain Fat Cakes who was tugging at her leash trying to reach Bree.
"Ally!" He called waving his hand. I smiled and walked over to him. We watched as Bree squealed in delight and hugged Fat Cakes around the neck. Bree and Fat Cakes went off to the playground so Freddie and I sat down on a bench.
"No offense but you're awfully young to be a mother." Freddie laughed.
"Yeah, some things don't happen according to our plans." I sighed smiling.
"Excuse my snooping but who's the father?" He said. I looked up into the sky.
"A man who wouldn't take 'no' for an answer." Freddie gaped at me. I smiled and sighed. "It's okay, I love Bree more than anything in the world."
"Did you report it or anything?" Freddie asked. I shook my head.
"Nah, I split town and moved here. I kinda miss my friends. We had some great times."
"I know what you mean," Freddie chuckled, "My best friend left town when she was sixteen. I don't know why but I hope she's doing okay." My face whitened. Thank God for all that make-up I piled on earlier.
"What was her name?" I asked a little nervously.
"I'm sure you've heard of Sam Puckett." Freddie smirked.
"You mean Sam Puckett of iCarly…?"
"Yep, she's the one. One night six years ago, she burst into Carly's apartment and shouted something about how sorry she was for what she did. Then she was gone. Just like that." Freddie waved his hand in the air and slapped it down on his leg. "I miss her so much."
"That's awful…" Freddie nodded and it was silent for a minute until Bree came crying to me.
"Mommy! I scraped my elbow!" she cried holding her arm.
"Okay hold still." I said taking a bottle of Neosporin out of my purse. I dabbed it on there and put a band-aid on top of the small cut.
"There you go kiddo." I said kissing the boo-boo. Bree giggled and ran back to Fat Cakes who was waiting by the swing set.
"She's full of energy." Freddie said looking surprised. I laughed and nodded.
"She definitely my kid." We got up and followed over to Bree and played along with her and Fat Cakes. At one point, Fat Cakes tripped me and I fell on top of Freddie who was laughing to hard for it to be awkward. I started laughing along with him. We stayed at the park until the sun set on this perfect day.
