Ms. Benson's Pov

I wake up to dismiss my alarm next to my bed. Six thirty on the dot. I slip out of bed and into my fuzzy green robe and pink pig slippers. I walk towards my Freddie-Bear's room to wake him. Knock Knock. I creek the door open and poke my head inside.

"Freddie honey it's time to get up" I say sweetly. He stirs while making a groaning noise. "Hurry up I need to drop you off at school and go see how Samantha's doing" I say about to close the door before he jumps out of bed. Wow what got him all excited? I shut the door fully and made my way to the kitchen. Hmm? Freddie's always telling me that Samantha likes bacon…sounds good for breakfast and maybe I'll even bring the left overs to her. 15 minutes later Freddie comes out of his room showered and dressed in his usual dressing; tan khakis and a blue polo button down. I smile at him as he makes his way over to the table.

"Mom is that bacon?" He questions as soon as he sits.

I smile again as I give him the plate that contains a few strips of bacon and a gluten free muffin.

"Well I decided to make something new today" I say sitting in the chair opposite of him with the same food on my plate. "And you're always telling me that Samantha is so fond of bacon, I decided to make it for breakfast and bring some over when I check on her"

"I think she'll like that" He smiles. I smile back as we finish our breakfast in peace.

Sam's Pov

"You know you can with" He whispers which makes a shiver go up my spine. He has his hand out waiting for me to take and to both our surprise I do. He smiles gently.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Anywhere"

Anywhere? What does he mean anywhere? And before I could even blink there we stood on the exact fire escape I was on just a year ago. I smile at the memories as he takes a seat by the window and I join him.

"So this is anywhere, huh?" I smirk. He laughs.

"When I think of anywhere…I think of my favorite place"

"This is your favorite place?" I question.

He looks down at his shoes. He hesitated before talking again.

"…Favorite memories"

I chuckle at him and playfully punched him in the arm.

"Ow…" He says rubbing the spot I punched.

"You are such a sap!" I laugh a little more. He looks a little annoyed but still had a smile on his lips. "So…your favorite memories?"

You could really see the pink on his cheeks when he nods finding the floor far more interesting than my face. I smile one of those rare smiles except he can't see because he's still staring down on the floor.

"…Being here brings back some of my favorite memories too" I say quietly. His head shoots up.

"Really?" He asks sounding very shocked that I would say that. Hell…I was shocked.

"Really" I smile. Then that's when he said it those 4 words…

"I love you Sam" He says leaning in our lips inches apart until… SLAM. I shoot up from the couch. A dream? Of course… I look over at the door and see Ms. Benson standing there with a container in her hand. Oh please don't be tofu soup…

"Hello Samantha" She says cheery. I groan collapsing on the couch again. She chuckles. "How you feeling?"

"Ight" I answer barley looking up from where my face was cemented to the pillow.

"Well I brought you something that might cheer you up" She says opening the container. I waited for the smell of some disgusting food that she would make but instead I smell the sweet smell of…bacon. I beamed grabbing the container from her hand. I don't know what is up with these Bensons bringing me things but I could get used to it. She laughs lightly. "I guess it did?" She questions.

I nod my head vigorously "Thanks Crazy" She shakes her head still laughing.

"I thought you would, Freddie says you really enjoy bacon" Is she saying the nub talks about me? I try ignoring her comment as I dig into the container. She laughs again. "I guess he was right" I nod my head stuffing the strips of bacon into my mouth. Damn this lady may be a nut but she sure can cook! I look up to see her unloading things from her massive bag.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Well since your probably bored…I thought maybe us two can play a game of some sort" She continues to take things out one by one. Are those knitting needles? I glance at the clock to read 7:45… Only 7 more hours till the nub gets home… Oh this is gunna be torture.

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