iWill Survive
A/N(pancake2): Time to tell Mrs. Benson… O.o
Disclaimer: I know this one! It's… Umm… I DON'T REMEMBER DX jk :P
I don't own iCarly :/
Chapter four: Four Down, One To Go
(Third Person POV)
Freddie woke up the next morning, only to find that Sam had already woken up and gotten dressed.
"You're up early," he commented, surprised at the fact that she had gotten up before him.
"Eh, there was a woodpecker tapping its beak on the window, and it woke me up," Sam explained. Sometimes Freddie was a deeper sleeper than Sam was.
"Oh," Freddie sighed tiredly as he got out of bed.
"I'm hungry," Sam stated simply.
"And I should be surprised?" Freddie smirked, walking with her to the kitchen.
While they were eating breakfast, Freddie decided to bring up the decision that he had made the previous night.
"Sam," he started, trying first to get her attention before saying what he wanted to.
"Yeah?" she asked, taking a sip of her orange juice.
"I was thinking that we should tell my mom today," Freddie stated with a serious tone. Shocked, Sam spit the juice out, spraying it all over Freddie's face.
"Do you want to get murdered?" she asked in disbelief of what he had just said.
"It shouldn't be too bad… I hope," he assured her, saying the last two words very quietly.
"What was that last part?" She asked, knowing he was trying to hide it from her.
"I said it shouldn't be too bad." He said, avoiding the real question.
"What did you say after that?" She asked, shooting daggers at him.
"I, uh, I said I hope…" He said, still saying the last part quietly.
"Freddie, stop trying to trick me, I know you're saying something that you don't want me to hear!" she exclaimed, slight anger sounding in her voice.
"I said I hope," Freddie finally said loudly enough that he could be heard.
"You aren't even sure of your own plan?" She asked, looking at him as though he were insane.
"Uh… No," he sighed, defeated.
"Nub," Sam mumbled somewhat loudly under her breath.
"I heard that," Freddie rolled his eyes, not truly caring about the fact that she had just called him a nub.
"Whatever. I'm gonna finish breakfast now; Mama's hungry!" she suddenly exclaimed.
"Okay then," he chuckled, not very surprised with his wife's sudden change in mood.
After finishing breakfast, Freddie showered and got dressed, and was about to go to his mom's apartment, but he couldn't find Sam anywhere.
"Sam?" he called, walking through the apartment.
"Sam, where are you? We need to go!" he shouted. Sam was still nowhere to be found.
"Sam, I know you're hiding somewhere!" He called.
Sam smiled to herself as she heard him. She was hiding in what she thought would be one of the last places that Freddie would ever look. She was hiding in the closet inside of the room that would soon belong to their baby.
But Freddie outsmarted her. She had forgotten that her phone was in her pocket and that the volume was all the way up.
Freddie called her phone while standing in the hallway right outside the bedroom. He heard her whisper-yell "Oh, chiz!" as her phone began to loudly play Running Away.
"I found you." He smirked as he opened the closet door.
Sam tried to run, but Freddie grabbed her arm.
"Come on, let's go, Sam, it's already one o'clock." Freddie sighed. Sam just stayed exactly where she was, refusing to go with him.
"You're the one who wanted to do this in the first place!" he reminded her, then rolled his eyes. "Do I have to drag you out of our apartment?" he asked, not meaning it seriously, but realizing this was exactly what he would need to do.
Sam stared at him, a look on her face that said she wouldn't move an inch unless forced to.
"Come on," he sighed, pulling on her arm so that she would drag along with him.
"No! I don't wanna tell her!" Sam whined as they left the apartment.
"Sam, it'll be fine, but this would be a lot easier if you'd walk!" Freddie complained.
"Or you could carry me." She smiled sweetly at him, hoping that by some off chance it would work.
"No. Not again, Sam! I can't carry you with only one arm!" he complained more.
"Again?" Sam asked, completely confused.
"How do you think you ended up sleeping in bed rather than on the couch last night?" Freddie smirked as they entered the elevator.
"Aw, that's sweet." Sam said, standing up herself then resting her head on Freddie's shoulder.
Before they realized it, they were on the eighth floor, standing in front of apartment 8-D.
Freddie knocked on the door, feeling nothing but confidence.
However, the second the door opened, fear engulfed his body, while Sam hid worry with a fake sense of fearlessness.
"Freddie-Bear, Samantha, this is a surprise! You don't usually visit me!" Mrs. Benson smiled. She was actually surprisingly okay with the fact that her son had married the girl who he had seemed to hate for much of his childhood.
"It's Sam," Sam corrected her, hating it when people used her real name.
"Right. Sam, not Samantha. Sorry," she apologized.
Freddie didn't say anything, he just stood there, fear evident on his face.
"Come inside," Mrs. Benson offered to both of them.
"Mom, th-there's s-something that Sam and I-I need t-to t-tell you," Freddie finally managed to stutter out.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"Uhh… Well, you see, Sam and I…" Freddie tried to explain, but freaked out mid-sentence and ran for the door. Sam, not wanting to appear afraid, grabbed his arm just as he set one foot outside the apartment.
"Freddie!" Mrs. Benson shrieked, not knowing why her son was trying to run away.
At that moment, Carly happened to be walking to Spencer's apartment to deliver Oystamato juice to him because he had asked her to get some when she went shopping. She saw Freddie trying to run out of his mother's apartment, and heard her screaming his name, so she figured that they had told her the news.
"Oh! I'm so glad you told her that Sam's pregnant! I didn't think you'd actually do it!" Carly exclaimed, proud of her friends for defeating their fears.
"Uh… Carly… We didn't tell her yet. The nub was chickening out and-" Sam started to explain but was cut off by Freddie.
"Hey! At least I'm not the one who tried to hide in a closet so we wouldn't have to come here!" he exclaimed.
Carly quickly disappeared into Spencer's apartment, not wanting to know full details of what her friends were talking about.
Sam and Freddie worriedly looked towards Mrs. Benson, who was now standing in the middle of the room, staring wide-eyed at them, her jaw nearly hitting the ground.
"What did she just say?" she screamed, not believing what she had just heard Carly say.
"I'm pregnant," Sam said simply, getting more and more used to saying this.
"How did that happen?" Mrs. Benson shrieked.
"Well, Mom, you see, when a guy loves a girl-" Freddie started.
"I know that, Freddie!" she exclaimed. "I'm the one that had to tell you that in the first place!"
Sam was laughing hysterically, finding this funnier than anything she had seen or heard in a long time. She was laughing so hard that she couldn't stop.
"F-Freddie! H-Help m-me, I c-can't st-stop la-laughing!" Sam continued to laugh.
"How am I supposed to do that?" he asked, completely confused at how he was supposed to get her to stop laughing.
"I d-dunno!" She responded, still laughing.
Freddie hugged her, hoping that it would somehow help. She just kept laughing. Then out of nowhere, she started crying.
"Sam?" Freddie asked.
She just kept crying.
"Are you okay?" He asked her.
"Y-Yeah, it's j-just these stupid m-mood swings!" Sam sobbed. Freddie was so confused he didn't know what to say.
By the time that Sam returned to normal, Mrs. Benson was running from the hallway and into the living room, holding a giant red book.
"Mom," Freddie started worriedly, "What's that?"
"My emergency phone number book!" She shouted in return.
"Oh no, don't be like Carly and call 911!" Sam groaned.
However, that was just what Mrs. Benson was already doing.
"911 what is your emergency?" The same operator who had talked to Carly loudly answered the call.
"My son and his wife are insane!" Mrs. Benson screamed in response.
"Let me guess, she's pregnant?" The operator asked, realizing that this was the same case that Carly had called about last night.
"Will you just stop?" Sam yelled, grabbing the phone and phone book and throwing them out the window, not wanting to have Mrs. Benson hear or say much more.
Downstairs, Lewbert saw the phone land on the ground, so he walked outside to see what was happening. Just as he walked outside, the book fell and landed on his head, knocking him out.
Meanwhile, Melanie was walking up to the front door. She had some time off of work and had decided to make a surprise visit to see Sam and Freddie.
When she got to the front of the building, she saw Lewbert lying unconscious on the sidewalk. She also saw a phone and a large red book lying near him.
"What happened here?" She wondered aloud.
She glanced at the phone and noticed that on the screen, it said "Connected: 911"
Out of curiosity, Melanie picked up the phone.
"What's happening?" she asked the operator.
"As if I knew! People keep calling me and freaking out about this girl who's apparently pregnant!" The operator responded, not caring that this had the possibility of being none of Melanie's business.
"Oooh, who?" Melanie asked, wondering if it was someone that she knew. She was not expecting the answer that the operator gave her, however.
"Some Sam person who has this insane friend named Carly and then some psycho lady as her mother-in-law!" she said, making sure to emphasize the adjectives that she gave to Carly and Mrs. Benson.
"Oh my God, that's my sister!" Melanie screamed.
"Does everyone know this girl?" The operator asked in disbelief. Apparently she'd never seen iCarly before, because if she had, she surely would've realized that this was Sam from iCarly and not just some random person named Sam.
Melanie was too shocked to say anything, and she dropped the phone onto the ground.
"Wow, I need to get a new job…" The operator sighed before hanging up the phone.
Melanie bolted up the stairs to apartment 3-H, not knowing that Sam and Freddie weren't in their apartment. She began pounding on the door. She had never figured out how to pick locks like Sam had.
"Sam! Freddie! Open the door!" She shouted.
Hearing the noise, the elderly lady who lived across the hall from Sam and Freddie walked into the hallway, holding her fluffy Persian cat.
"Excuse me Miss, but why are you making so much noise?" She asked.
"My sister lives here and I need to talk to her!" Melanie tried to stay calm, but horribly failed at that.
"Oh, well, this morning, I was taking my cat, Zemira, for her daily walk around the building, and I saw the man living there dragging his wife out the door, and she was screaming 'No! I don't wanna tell her!' if that helps..." The lady explained, almost as if this happening was the most normal thing on Earth.
"'Kay, thanks!" Melanie said before dashing to the elevator. She figured that 'her' was Carly, but she had forgotten that she had moved out of Spencer's apartment, so she headed toward apartment 8-C.
When she got there, she saw that 8-D's door was open, and she heard someone yelling inside.
"Hey dork! Stop trying to run away! You may think I'm insane for saying this, but you need to listen to what your mom has to say!" It was Sam's voice.
Melanie ran inside, only to see Sam trying to pin Freddie to the ground, yet even with one of his arms broken, she was having a hard time doing so, as Freddie had gotten much stronger over the years.
Sam was surprised when two arms wrapped around her, embracing her in a friendly hug.
"I'm so happy for you!" Melanie squealed.
"Mel? How'd you know we were here? And how'd you find out?" Sam asked, the slightest amount of worry evident in her last question.
"Well, I had a few days off of work, so I thought I'd come and surprise you with a visit, but when I got here, I sure got a surprise for myself! That doorman with the wart on his face… Oh, what's his name?" Melanie asked, trying hard to remember.
"Lewbert," Sam said, a somewhat disgusted tone in her voice from having to say his name, and she was still trying to pin Freddie to the ground.
"Right, Lewbert. Anyway, I saw him lying unconscious on the sidewalk just outside the lobby, and I saw a big red book and a cell phone lying next to him. I looked at the phone, and I saw that it was connected to 911! I picked it up and asked what was going on, wanting to make sure that if there was some kind of emergency that it could be taken care of as best as possible. The lady said something about how people kept calling and freaking out about a girl who was pregnant. I instantly became curious, knowing several girls who live near here, and wanted to know if this girl was someone who I knew. Boy, did she catch me off guard when she told mewho it was! The second she said that the girl's name was Sam, my face paled, and then the lady went onto saying that one of the people who called was Carly. I dropped the phone and ran to you and Freddie's apartment, and as I was pounding on your door and shouting your name, the lady who lives across the hall from you walked outside, holding this really fluffy cat that's apparently named Zemira. She asked me why I was making so much noise and I said it was because I needed to talk to you. She told me that she had been walking her cat and saw Freddie dragging you out of your apartment and you were screaming that you didn't want to tell 'her.' I figured that 'her' was Carly, so I ran up to what I thought was Carly's apartment, but just this second I'm remembering that she moved, but that's aside from the point! I got up here, and I saw the door open and I heard you yelling at Freddie, so then I ran in, and now, I'm here explaining the last five minutes of my life!" Melanie finally finished her long and overly detailed answer.
"Ha! I told Carly that crazy old lady walks her cat! She thought it was weird to walk a cat but I told her! Ha! I was right!" Sam yelled, jumping off of Freddie and pumping her fists in the air, doing a weird little victory dance.
This gave Freddie enough time to run from the apartment and all the way to his, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him. Seconds after he fled from the apartment, Mrs. Benson followed, but Freddie had been smart and taken the stairs rather than waiting for the elevator. Mrs. Benson had not thought of that, and had to wait for the elevator, which happened to be on the bottom floor, and when it finally came up, it was filled with people, who Mrs. Benson had to wait for before getting in the elevator. By the time that she got to Freddie's apartment, he had been hiding for at least three minutes.
"Fredward Benson! Open this door right now!" she yelled as she pounded on the door.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Sam was still elated by the fact that she had been right.
"Sam," Melanie tried to get her sister's attention.
"Yeah?" Sam asked, finally coming to her senses.
"Where'd Freddie go?" Melanie asked her.
"He's probably too chicken to hear what his mother has to say, so he probably ran home or something," Sam said after glancing around the room for a little bit.
"Okay, well where did his mom go then?" Melanie asked.
"I don't know, maybe she followed Freddie?" Sam said, unsure if she was even close to correct.
Sam and Melanie decided to investigate this idea, so they headed toward Sam and Freddie's apartment. And sure enough, when they got there, Mrs. Benson was pounding on the door, screaming Freddie's name.
"Ha, he locked his own mother out! He's such a wimp!" Sam laughed.
"But let me guess; he's your wimp," Melanie giggled.
"Exactly!" Sam smiled.
"How are we supposed to get in your apartment?" Melanie asked.
"Um, we could… Scale the side of the building?" Sam suggested, knowing her sister would do no such thing, even though it was just three floors high.
"You're nuts," was Melanie's only reply.
"Well, what do you suppose we should do?" Sam asked her.
"Does your apartment have an elevator leading to it?" Melanie asked. She was busy often didn't come to visit much, so she couldn't remember.
"No, only the apartments with more than one floor have them." Sam sighed.
"Then we'll just have to go it through the front door." Melanie declared.
"No," Sam whined, "I've had enough of Freddie's crazy mother for one day!"
"Then what other way is there?" Melanie asked.
Sam was about to say that she had no idea when she remembered something.
"The fire escape!" She shouted.
"Pardon?" Melanie asked, confused by her sister's sudden outburst.
"The fire escape! On the eighth floor! Follow me!" Sam shouted, already running for the elevator. Melanie hesitantly followed, scared of what her sister had in mind.
When they got to the eighth floor, Sam ran down the hall to the fire escape. She opened the window and slowly stepped outside, sighing contently, remembering the night when she and Freddie had shared their first kiss there.
By the time that Melanie caught up, Sam was humming Running Away, smiling to herself.
"Did we come out here just so you can remember your first kiss, or did we come out here so that we could get into your apartment?" Melanie asked impatiently.
"Sorry…" Sam sighed, coming back to reality.
"So, what's your plan?" Melanie asked.
"Well, let me start by saying that the people who designed this building were a bit loco…" Sam smirked, "But they planned it out perfectly for this situation!"
"Freddie's Spanish rubbed off on you much?" Melanie teased.
"Yeah, but that's beside the point. The point is that each floor has a fire escape attached to the hallway, and then each apartment has its own fire escape. But the crazies who designed the place have all the fire escapes connecting weirdly. Good news is – wherever you are, if there were a real emergency, the path eventually leads to the ground," Sam made a joke out of what, to most people, would've been a very serious situation.
"Good to know…" Melanie commented.
"Okay, so this fire escape that we're standing on goes straight down to the fire escape for apartment 7-L… By the way, I have no idea why any of these go to any of the places they go; I just know where they lead, well, at least from this one… Anyways! On with the explanation! The fire escape for 7-L leads to the escape for 6-K. That leads to 5-A, and that leads to the fire escape for the entire fourth floor hallway. And from there, you can get to me and Freddie's apartment – 3-H." Sam finished.
"Well that's confusing." Melanie declared.
"Yeah, but once you learn it, you never forget. It's like picking a lock," Sam smirked. She loved to take old sayings and make them into her own.
"So basically, you just gave me this long explanation of where this fire escape leads, then told me how you can never forget the path once you learn it, but we haven't gone anywhere yet, whereas if we had just skipped the explanation, you could've just said 'Follow me' and gone down the stairs, and we'd be at your apartment already, but we aren't, 'cause we're still standing here," Melanie summed up the obvious.
"Pretty much," Sam said.
They just stood there in silence for a few seconds.
"Let's go!" Sam said abruptly, already beginning the descent down the stairs.
Melanie slowly followed, making sure she didn't look down, as she was terribly afraid of heights.
The wind picked up ever so slightly and Melanie shrieked, while Sam just smiled. The cool April breeze made her feel refreshed and carefree, not a worry in the world. Well, that would only be until she had to face Mrs. Benson again… But she chose not to think about that right then.
Before they knew it, they were on the fire escape outside Sam and Freddie's apartment.
Sam tried opening the window, but found that it was locked. No doubt Freddie had locked it, worried someone might sneak into the apartment. Sam rolled her eyes at the thought.
She knocked on the window, gently at first, then getting harder and harder each time her fist hit the glass. Freddie came and opened the window, allowing the two girls inside.
"There you are, I was starting to worry," he sighed, wrapping his arm around Sam.
"Dude, worst case scenario–we could've gone to Carly's, and that's not even close to a bad thing, so you really don't need to be worried," Sam assured him.
"You guys still have one problem to address though–you're mom is standing outside that door, Freddie," Melanie said, pointing towards the front door.
"Yeah… Good thing we never gave her a spare key!" Sam smiled.
"Don't you have a key hidden under a doormat or in a plant outside in case you lose yours?" Melanie asked.
"No," Sam smirked.
"Then what happens if you lose your key?" she asked.
"We pick the lock." Sam grinned widely, pulling a bobby pin out of her hair.
"What about Freddie? Guys don't use bobby pins." Melanie pointed out.
"True," Freddie stated, "But that doesn't mean that I don't keep one on my pocket in case of emergencies," he smirked, pulling the bobby pin from his pocket.
"And what if you forget that?" Melanie asked.
"I don't," Freddie stated simply.
"What? That's not even possible! You'd have to forget sometimes!" Melanie was more confused than ever.
"Mel, don't worry, we aren't gonna get ourselves locked out, there's always a way to get in." Sam tried to calm her sister down.
"Okay…" Melanie sighed.
There was an awkward silence.
"So… How are we supposed to take care of the fact that Freddie's mom is right outside the front door? I don't think I'd be able to just leave right now, and I am notgoing down the fire escape alone!" Melanie shouted suddenly.
"Uhh, knowing my mom, she'll stay there until like eleven o'clock at night if we don't talk to her…" Freddie trailed off.
"Eleven?" Melanie shrieked in disbelief.
"Maybe even later." Freddie nodded.
"Then just talk to her! I don't wanna leave that late!" Melanie complained.
"Fine! But if we're killed, it's your fault!" Sam joked.
"She's not gonna kill you…" Melanie pointed out.
"You keep thinking that," Sam rolled her eyes sarcastically.
There was a short moment of silence.
"I guess I'll leave so you can talk to her in privacy…" Melanie said.
Sam headed towards the door, Melanie following closely behind, Freddie standing back in fear of what his mom was going to do or say.
The second that Sam opened the door, Mrs. Benson came running inside. Melanie left, mouthing 'Good luck' as she walked backwards towards the elevator.
Sam walked back over to Freddie, allowing him to wrap his arm around her and pull her close to him. Mrs. Benson just stood there, staring at them, no expression on her face.
Then, she suddenly did something totally unexpected.
She ran over to Sam and Freddie and hugged both of them, a huge smile on her face. Sam and Freddie shared a glance, each by doing so wordlessly asking the other what could possibly be happening.
"Mom?" Freddie asked, still confused by her sudden actions.
"You guys are going to be great parents," she smiled, taking a step back from the two and looking directly at them.
In her mind, Sam was thinking 'How on Earth could she possibly go from super-worried to super-excited?'
"Weren't you just freaking out about this?" Sam asked.
"Well, yes, but then I realized something. I realized that you two love each other so much and will not possibly let anything stand in the way of that. I know that you'll love this baby just as much as you love each other, and it will love you back equally. Being a parent is a huge responsibility, but I think that you are ready for that." Mrs. Benson finished, still smiling at them.
Sam and Freddie were speechless. The last thing that they had expected was the response that they were just given.
"Y-You're really okay with this?" Freddie asked worriedly.
"Do you feel like you are ready this responsibility?" Mrs. Benson asked, her voice filled with seriousness.
Once more, Sam and Freddie looked toward each other. They hadn't really given that question much thought until just now. Scratch that. They hadn't given it any thought until now.
Freddie thought that they were as ready as they were going to be, and Sam figured that anything that they weren't ready for, they still had a while to prepare for it.
"Yes," they finally said together.
"Then yes, I am perfectly okay with this. You did realize that certain responsibilities came with what you did, right?" Mrs. Benson asked them, not saying the actual word, figuring that if she did, it would make them feel uncomfortable.
"Uhh… Yeah…" Freddie said, feeling weird about talking about it.
"Good. As long as you know that there are responsibilities and you feel ready for them, then there's nothing wrong with this," Mrs. Benson smiled.
"O… Kay…" Sam said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.
"I've got to go; it's getting a little late, see you later! Don't forget to take a tick bath Freddie-Bear!" Mrs. Benson said before leaving the apartment.
Sam looked at Freddie, who was still staring at the door in shock.
"Are you sure that was yourmom?" Sam asked, seeing no way that they could've just talked to Mrs. Benson.
"I have no idea…" Freddie said after a few minutes, not recognizing his mom at all from the speech that she had just given them. "She did tell me to take a tick bath…"
The room went silent for almost ten minutes.
"She reacted… Really well…" Sam suddenly commented.
"Yeah…" Freddie quickly agreed.
"Yep…" Sam said, not knowing what else to say.
There was an extremely awkward silence for nearly twenty minutes.
"Okay… So what are we going to have for dinner? I missed lunch entirely with all this hullabaloo that's been going on, and Mama's hungry!" Sam exclaimed suddenly, running towards the kitchen.
"I have no idea." Freddie stated, confused by Sam's sudden outburst.
"But I'm hungry!" Sam whined.
"Here," Freddie said, handing her a fatcake off of the coffee table.
"Yay!" she shouted, pulling the wrapper off. Freddie just rolled his eyes as he watched her eat it in less than two seconds.
"I'm still hungry." She complained.
"Oh that's a shocker." Freddie said sarcastically.
"Freddiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee! I'm hungryyyyyyyyy!" Sam whined in the most annoying voice possible.
"Annoying me isn't going to get us anywhere," he smirked.
"Why not?" she pouted.
"Because," he said simply.
"Because isn't a reason!" she shouted.
"Oh well," He shrugged.
"I'm hungry!" she complained again.
"I know," he replied, knowing full well that it would annoy her.
"I'm hungry!" she shouted for the sixth time.
"You're not even saying anything but that!" He informed her.
For about half an hour, she complained about how hungry she was, and he just kept complaining about how that was the only thing she would say.
"Arguing isn't gonna get us anywhere, either!" he suddenly shouted.
"True…" she finally agreed.
"I'm hungry," she said again after a minute of silence.
"Really? I would have never guessed; what with the million times that you've said so," he said sarcastically.
"This is pointless," she finally said, heading towards the fridge to get herself something to eat.
Freddie stood there, staring at the spot that Sam had been standing in, not believing that she would actually do something for herself.
"Why aren't any of the people in my life acting like themselves?" he asked to no one in particular.
Not very much happened after that, and the evening was pretty awkward.
That night, as Sam and Freddie were lying in bed, nearly asleep, Sam suddenly thought of something she needed to say.
"Freddie," she tried to get his attention.
"Yeah?" He asked, not having the slightest clue what she wanted to say.
"How are we gonna tell my mom?" She asked.
Freddie suddenly became very worried. He was almost more afraid to tell Sam's mom than he had been to tell his own.
Ever since the therapy box incident, Sam's mom had started to try to be a better mother. It started out as simply sending a lunch to school; not a very good lunch at that. You can'teat a battery.
But slowly, the things she tried to do actually worked. She somehow managed to help Sam with homework, which actually convinced her to do it. In fact, if it hadn't been for that, Sam probably wouldn't have graduated high school. Well, having straight-A-student Freddie as her boyfriend probably helped a bit, too…
As more time passed, Pam became an even better mother, and she actually cared about Sam and wanted to know what was going on in her life. Not in a stalkerish way, but she wanted to know just the main things going on in Sam's life. When Sam told her that she and Freddie were dating, she was actually glad about it, whereas she could've had a simple 'don't care' attitude. And when she was told that Freddie had proposed to Sam and she had said yes, Pam was ecstatic.
So why wouldn't she have some crazy reaction when she learned that Sam was pregnant?
That was the sole thought running through Freddie's mind, and the thought that was worrying him greatly.
After Freddie had been thinking about this for almost five minutes, Sam nudged him, wondering why he hadn't responded.
The next thing Freddie said entirely voiced his thoughts at the moment.
"We're doomed, aren't we?"
A/N(pancake2): I've decided to leave 2010 with a bang-schabang-boom-pow! Yep, I made up my own word! It's pretty lame XD But what that means is that I'll be updating ALL of my stories! :D This note will be at the end of each chapter :)
A/N(pancake2): This is the longest thing that I've ever written… :) Hope you like it! :D Oh! I came up with a 2011 Seddie slogan! :D New Year, New Chance For Seddie! Isn't it great? XD Review if you want Seddie in 2011!
A/N-(randomness 101-Fanfic Freak)-5, 159 words! That's lot! I think we did good! Review please! Tell us how you want Sam's mom to react. O.O
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