Hey there guys! Long time no update! (Hides from rotten cabbages and tomatoes) Anyway, I am so sorry for the lack of anecdotes these past weeks! I was writing already. Two ideas popped into my head, and I couldn't find a way to finish either. This was supposed to be anecdote number 5, but I'm still thinking about that. I was wondering if I should make it a one-shot or something. Anyway, I'm boring you! On to the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or the characters mentioned below. They are created by Dan Schneider, who is an awesome dude. I also do not own any other copyrighted titles. They belong to their respective brilliant-minded owners.

Married Life

Anecdote # 4

"Benson-"

"No,"

"Oh come on! It's just-"

"Leave me alone, Sam!"

"Fine! Sleep on the couch from now on so I won't bother you for the rest of your life!"

"Sam!"

It was way in to the night and the couple was in bed. Sam woke up from a rather weird dream and she tried to wake her husband up to tell him about it. Suffice to say it wasn't working.

"Why do you have to be such a nub?" she angrily hissed. Freddie never liked being woken up in the middle of the night, especially when it was after a long day at work.

Freddie didn't answer. He was not in the mood to have any conversation at this moment, even if it was with his wife. Sleep time was Freddie time.

Sam crossed her arms on her chest in a huff. She just had a very weird dream -even by her standards - and she couldn't wait to tell anybody about it. But if her husband doesn't want to hear about it...

An idea came to Sam's head. Carly!

Her best friend was in Paris for the month, finishing up on a current film shooting. Carly Shay, famous iCarly star, has become very successful actress, but that's not all she does. She also owns her own business, one which helps not only the environment but those who live in it, too.

Sam reached over Freddie - the telephone was on his side of the bed - to call Carly. Freddie groaned in his sleep, but otherwise kept quiet about the discomfort his wife was (un)intentionally causing.

"Move over, Fredbag!" she snapped when she couldn't get to the phone. "I want to call Carly!"

"Sam, it's in the middle of the night," he murmured, still not budging.

"She's in Paris! There's a 9 hour difference, dipwad!"

Freddie still didn't move over, and so she leaned over him, purposefully putting her weight on him, and tried to grab the wireless telephone. It hit him in the head hard and he grumbled incoherently.

"Quick, nub, what's the number to Carly's hotel room?"

"How should I know?" he hissed.

Good point, Sam thought, but she would never say it out loud.

He couldn't stop himself from asking. "Why do you want to call her anyway?"

"Because my dork of a husband won't hear me out," she spat, glaring at his slumped back.

Freddie sighed in frustration and turned over to her, a glare fixed on his face. He won't get any peace and quiet if Sam doesn't stop bugging him. And the only way that would happen is if he gave her what she wanted.

"Fine. You have 5 minutes," he grumbled, his eyelids drooping.

Sam seemed to beam at him, whether from triumph or happiness he would never know. His vision was still blurry as he hoisted himself up to sit.

His wife launched on to the story of her dream. She went on and on about a plate of chicken wings floating right in front of her face and how it was always just out of reach. She sounded so convincing about chicken wings hating her, and she was going all out on her explanation when finally, she looked at Freddie.

He was slumped down, his head bowed. Even though his hair fell down half his face, she could see that his eyes were closed.

Sam didn't know whether to be more dissapointed or annoyed. Freddie fell asleep when she was talking. She looked at him with an unreadable expression.

She wanted to get mad at Freddie. She really tried to be. But looking at his tired (yet handsome) face, she couldn't find the strength. So she just sighed and slumped her shoulders.

"Freddie?" she said as softly as she could. When that didn't work she shouted his name. He jumped and stared at her with bloodshot eyes.

"What?" he snapped, then he saw her expression. He remembered. "Oh, I'm sorry Sam, I just-"

"Go to sleep, nub," was all she said. She turned around and shut the bedside table lamp. Soon their room was pitch black.

She lay down on her side, away from him. She just closed her eyes and waited for sleep to come over her.

"Sam?" he called, touching her bare shoulder.

"I said go to sleep, Fredbag," she sighed. She sounded hurt. Being Sam, that meant she sounded snappish and uninviting.

His hand moved down her arm and snaked its way around her waist. She felt his warm body behind her as he pulled her close.

"I'm sorry," he whispered softly in her ear. She couldn't help the tingling in her tummy. It's just because his breath tickled my ear, she told herself.

"I'm sorry you didn't brush your teeth before you went to bed," she deadpanned. However, she made no move to get away from him.

He chuckled that low, boyish Freddie chuckle, and she found her neck heating up. "I thought you wanted to sleep, nub," she tried again, real irritation in her voice.

Freddie hummed, probably in thought. "Yeah, I did," he admitted. Sam made the same look she did when she got Freddie to admit he was just helping her to get Carly all those years ago. But then, out of nowhere, he kissed her neck ever so gently.

"What are you doing?" she snapped as her eyes flew open. She tried to turn her head, but Freddie's was in the way. He was kissing her neck. Suffice to say she couldn't stay annoyed any longer.

Her husband shushed her and he flipped her over, so now he was on top of her. He saw Sam glaring at him, but a smirk formed on his lips when he noticed that tint of red on her cheeks.

"You're so dead, Benson," she spat. Distracting her so she won't get mad at him anymore? That was low, even for him.

Freddie just raised both his eyebrows in a smug look. "Yeah, but I figure I can have my death wish now," And then he lowered himself on top of his wife. He resumed kissing his way down her neck.

Sam bit back a moan. Maybe she could let this one slide.

Yeah right. I'll give him hell tomorrow.

Well, there you have it guys! I hope this will suffice for now! I'm back to my Archi-College-Student life, so no promises!

Thank you for reading! And I hope you review!

Happy Almost-Holidays everyone!

Seddie love to you all!

~kalyn19