A/N: Hmm. Minimal vomiting in this chapter. The majority of the forewarned sex references are over. This chapter would probably be rated K+, so much for all the reviews! Keep them coming! Also, lil update on Frosting Fights. It's on a temporary hiatus until I get some good quality ideas. If you've got an idea and would like me to incorporate it into a oneshot, tell me! The focus of this chapter is telling Mrs. Benson (THAT' ll be an adventure…), but mainly the Cam friendship. Enjoy!

Freddie felt nervous as he steered the car towards the parking lot of Bushwell Plaza. His mother was next on the list of people to hear about Sam's pregnancy, and while he knew she'd make a far better grandmother than Sam's mother, he still didn't want his mother's 'aggressive parenting' habits forced on him. Sam seemed almost annoyed about having to let Mrs. Benson know that she was expecting a child, and made a clear point to Freddie that if she ever had another child, then Freddie would be telling Mrs. Benson without her, and if he tried to drag her into it again there would be another fork in his shoulder before he could count backwards from five.

Freddie stepped out of the car and opened the door for his indignant wife, who did not move, but just continued to sit there with her arms crossed glaring off into space.

"C'mon, Sam."

Sam made a grudging little 'mmf' sound, but got out of the car.

The elevator ride up to floor eight was filled with tense silence, Sam looking at her feet, which were now becoming obscured from her view by the growing bump in her belly, Freddie looking over at Sam nervously. As the door rolled open slowly, Freddie extended his hand out towards Sam.

"We're in this together…OK?"

Sam blinked, looking down at her husband's hand before she took in her own.

"OK."

Approaching the door together, they simultaneously raised their fists. Catching each other's eyes, they paused for a moment, staring eachother down, just waiting to see who'd crack and drop their fist. After a solid thirty seconds, Freddie brought his hand down. Smiling, she gave Freddie a nod and knocked on the door loudly.

The peephole opened , and Sam took a step back as a wide brown eye loomed into view. The door opened, Mrs. Benson gesturing for them to enter.

"Hello Freddie!...Sam…" she added in a less happy tone than the one she had used to say her son's name. It barely registered with Sam and Freddie; they had already figured out by now that Mrs. Benson was a little less than thrilled with her son's choice of wife. "Please, sit."

Sam and Freddie sat beside eachother, fully aware of the soft glare Mrs. Benson was giving their entwined hands.

Reaching behind her, Mrs. Benson whipped out a bottle and held it out on the palm of her hand to Sam and Freddie.

"Hand sanitizer?"

Freddie sighed, reaching out to scrub his hands. He held out the bottle to Sam, who gave him a look that clearly said 'Not in a billion years.' Freddie responded with a look that said 'Please, Sam? She's my mom, what did you expect?'

Sam rolled her eyes and took the bottle.

"So," Mrs. Benson began, placing the sanitizer back on her coffee table after removing it from Sam's hand with more force than was necessary, "How are you two? Been having a…good time…since you got married?"

Sam and Freddie looked at eachother, their hands returning to their interlocked position almost subconsciously.

"You could say that, yeah." Sam said finally.

Freddie nudged her with his knee. "Sam!" he whisper-shouted.

He shrugged at his mother. "Mmm, naah, we just came here to tell you something."

"Oh, what's that?"

Sam and Freddie looked at eachother.

"You tell her." Sam hissed so only Freddie could hear.

"No, you tell her." Freddie hissed back in a very final sort of way.

Sam sighed. "Fine…"

She started to smile. A real, pleasurable smile.

"Guess what's happening in six months, Grandma?"

Freddie glared at Sam. "Sam! No old jokes right now…"

"No, Freddie, I mean that-"

Mrs. Benson came forward to crush Sam and Freddie in a hug.

"You're having a baby?" she cried. "That's…that's so…amazing!"

Sam smiled. "I'm glad you get it, Grandma."

This time, Freddie just smiled at her proudly.

Mrs. Benson returned to her chair.

"How far along are you?"

"About ten weeks." Sam said.

"And do you know if it's a boy or girl yet?"

Freddie shook his head. "We won't find out for three more weeks."

Mrs. Benson was beaming. "Well, you've gotta let me teach you all the important lessons about-"

"Oops!" Freddie interrupted. "It's time for, uh…uh…"

"My doctor's appointment." Sam supplied swiftly.

"Oh…okay…" Mrs. Benson said, sounding disappointed as Sam and Freddie rushed out the door.

Once they were safely inside the elevator, the two burst into fits of laughter.

"Thank God we avoided that!" Sam spluttered, leaning on Freddie.

"Yeah, I'm sure she would have talked about 'making sure we put padding over every table corner and wall edge in the house'." Freddie replied. Oblivious to Sam, he was totally serious.

Walking back to the car, Sam spoke again.

"Hey, Freddie?"

"Hmm?" Freddie said as he started the ignition.

"You know how I used the 'grandma' thing, and you thought it was another old joke?"

"Yeah?"

"The second time…it really was an old joke."

Freddie rolled his eyes.

A week later, Sam was seated on Carly's couch, playing with the corner of a pillow. Carly was explaining proper childcare to Sam, who was only half listening.

"And so you never leave them alone in bathtub, even if you're sure they can swim…"

Sam rubbed her forehead. "Carls, what kind of mom do you think I am? I'm not gonna drown my baby."

Carly looked at Sam seriously. "I know, but...no offense, but don't you want your kid to have a better childhood than you did?"

"Course."

"Well, then you need to start taking notes here, because if you learn from your mom your kid's gonna have a pretty miserable childhood."

Sam blinked. "Oh…alright…" she mumbled, trying not to sound hurt.

Carly put her hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sam, don't take it that way. It's just that your mom-"

"Mom, mom, mom," Sam said irritably, rolling her eyes. "That's all you two ever talk about! I know my childhood sucked, stop reminding me every chance you get and just listen! I'm not the kind of person my mom was, and I am not gonna raise my kid the way she raised me. You got that?"

Carly looked at Sam, taken aback. "Gosh…Sam…I'm sorry…"

Sam sighed. "Me too, Carls…"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, to tell you the truth….Freddie and I aren't ready yet. We were going to wait for at least three more years before we even thought about having kids and now…" Sam put her hand on the bump in her stomach. "It's hard. I can barely afford taking care of my restaurant, and Freddie's job doesn't pay well, and now this…"

Carly's eyes widened for a moment, and she put her hand back on Sam's shoulder. "So…are you saying you want to get an abortion or something?"

Sam shook her head. "How can I? We already told people we were gonna have the baby. So we are."

Carly pulled her friend into a hug, which Sam returned immediately.

"I know it's hard, Sam…but think about it! You love Freddie, and he loves you. And now you two are going to get the gift of a lifetime. I know the feeling. It's hard, but it's just beyong worth it. I know you're scared, and I know you don't think you and Freddie can handle this but…once this is over, you're going to be happier than you've ever been."

Sam gave a small smile.

"OK…"