Chapter Seven:

iWant To Know


A/N: I felt bad for not updating this story for three weeks until this past weekend, so here's an extra chapter in for you guys I wrote some last night and today. Brad and Wendy return! They sort of remind me of Sam and Freddie. Wendy's like sports, throwing golf balls at soccer girls' heads with Sam. Brad likes tech stuff like Freddie. That's why I put Brad and Wendy together. Anyway on with the story!


It was just towards the beginning of December; Sam was exactly twenty weeks along now, halfway through her pregnancy. Her baby bump was definitely showing now, luckily Carly helped her find cute maternity clothes, and Freddie tried to make her feel as comfortable as possible. Her first trimester was full of more constant nausea and trips to the bathroom. Freddie had changed too over the past few months. He became more and more excited about Baby Benson with each passing appointment. His worries about becoming a first time father were expected and natural, though he would always be a worrier and a planner like his crazy mother raised him. Freddie always remembered their appointments, even more so than Sam. A sound was emitted from the alarm clock on Freddie's Pearphone. He grumbled a bit, searching for his phone, sat up, turned it off, and checked the time.

"Sam," Freddie announced, softly nudging her awake, "Wake up, honey."

Sam whined like a child, fiddling with their blanket, "No, I don't want to."

"We have an appointment today," he reminded, looking over at his stubborn wife, who was still trying to sleep.

"Oh," she mumbled, "It's the 2nd already?" He nodded his head up and down, signaling yes.

Freddie coxed with a smile, "I'll make you breakfast. Fried chicken and waffles." Sam's eyes popped open at hearing the mere sound of her favorite food. She soon got up and got out of bed, her stomach rumbled, she felt slightly dizzy. "Oh, here we go again," Sam thought to herself. Some people got sick and felt fine afterwards, but, oh no, not Sam. When it came to her nausea, whether, she was pregnant or not, she had an array of symptoms that went along with it She had no food aversions, though she had cravings, "morning sickness", and occasional aches and pains.

Sam mentioned, covering her mouth, running hastily to their bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time, "Ugh, hold that thought." Freddie, being attentive and sweet, went in after her.

He whispered in a soothing voice, rubbing small circles on her back with his free hand. While the other was holding her hair back while she was puking, "It's okay. It's okay. Let it out."

"Mmm…" Sam moaned reaching for a sheet of toilet paper to wipe her mouth, "I can guarantee, I'll be doing the same thing all over again in a few hours. Why do they call it 'morning sickness' if happens throughout the day?"

Freddie suggested after helping her up, "Well Sam, Dr. Bower said that having some lemonade, club soda, and crackers should ease the vomiting problem. Go brush your teeth and get dressed. Our appointment's at noon."

"I know. I know, Benson. Geez! Don't get your undies in a bunch. I'll get ready. You just go make me some breakfast," Sam commanded, shooing him away and grabbing her toothbrush.

He rolled his eyes at that last comment. However Freddie did as he was told. Sam brushed her teeth and put on some jeans, a blouse, boots, and a nice coat that would keep her and her growing baby warm in cold winter weather. Freddie quickly whipped some waffles and fried chicken while Sam was getting ready. She went downstairs to the kitchen and gladly took a big whiff of the smell of breakfast.

"Hmm…Minty," he teased as his wife leaned into to give him a quick little peck on the lips, "Here, eat." Freddie, like a gentleman, pulled Sam's chair out for her. They both had a plate of a couple waffles, fried chicken with some syrup drizzled on top.

She exclaimed, chewing her bits of her food, "Oh…oh my god, Freddie. This is so good!"

"Good to hear," Freddie replied. He smirked, probably thinking of other times Sam says that to him and it's usually not about food.

Sam shook her head with a smirk that matched his own after spearing her fork with a waffle, "Stop!"

"Stop what?" he mused, shrugging like he didn't know what she was talking about, sipping his coffee.

She accused playfully, still smiling, "You know exactly what! That look!"

"What look?" Freddie questioned, continuing to pretend to be oblivious.

His wife pointed out, "That look that says I-wanna-do-it or that you're thinking about last time. You perv!"

"Only for you," her husband responded, "Besides it's not pervy. A) I'm a guy. B) You're the only one I think about like that. Ergo…"

"Dude, who still says ergo," his wife interrupted with a teasing remark.

He retorted, "Yeah whatever."

"Ooh, good comeback," Sam laughed with a voice full of sarcasm. Freddie looked at his watch.

Freddie sighed, "Babe, we've gotta go in a half hour or I'll be late for work."

"Relax Freddie, we've got time, and someone has to do these dishes," she designated.

With an eyebrow raise at her, he figured, "And by someone, you mean me. Right, Sam? "

"Nah," his wife replied with an answer that was usually out-of-the-ordinary, "I'll get it done, but I do need you to get my laptop, so I can work on those recipes for next week's show."

"Okay." Freddie answered slowly, the tone of voice filled with surprise and curiosity, "I'll go get it and when I come back downstairs. Tell me who you are and what you've done with my Sam.

Sam sneered mockingly and with a wave of her hand, gesturing for him to go up to their room, "Haha! Very funny."

He left to go upstairs with a puzzled look upon his face. Sam smirked, put the dishes in the dishwasher. She thought, "I got the easy job 'cause in 5…4…3…2…" A few minutes later, she heard, Freddie curse among other things.

"Sam!" He bellowed from their bedroom, "You didn't tell me your laptop was locked in the drawer that sticks. I almost ripped it off the track. I could've hurt myself." While upstairs, Freddie thought to himself; "Sure she gets the easy job."

"Sorry!" Sam hollered back, sounding rather unapologetic, "I needed the muscle. I swear, this pregnancy is turning me into a weak little daffodil."

Freddie muttering how much of a hassle and it was to do something as simple as retrieve his wife's laptop. He placed it in her brown leather messenger bag and set it down by her feet when she was drying and putting away the last of the dishes.

Freddie asked, "You done?"

"Uh-huh." She said with a nod.

She picked up her bag. They got into the car and headed on-set of Robert Ramirez's latest film, "Big City" about an escort, who decides to leave her life of sex, crime, and drugs behind and return to her roots in Seattle, but along the way problems ensue between her and her former boyfriend. They had been working throughout the morning.

Sam was busy typing away the final directions on her beef stew recipe when she heard Freddie call, "And that's a wrap for today guys. Great work."

"That's it for today?" Sam inquired, smiling slightly occasionally getting to watch her man in action, co-directing a movie along a big-shot like Robert Ramirez.

He commented, "Yep, what's with that smile Benson?"

"Nothing!" she denied.

He answered back in a tone of disbelief, "Sure."

"You think I'm lying?" his wife questioned and then reminded, "Ha! I'm a master liar, so how would you know if I was or wasn't?"

"That's true, but I know you and the fact that your voice gets higher when you lie," Freddie remembered.

Sam gasped in defeat, "Damn it!"

"What were you thinking about?" he inquired, leaning in closer.

"It looks kinda cute watching you work," She huffed in admittance.

He just shook his head at with a smile and checked his watch. It was around eleven o'clock. Freddie then nudged her shoulder to pull her attention away from her laptop and the set being taken down for today's action scene.

Freddie mentioned, "Sam, we'd better head down to Dr. Bower's office."

"'Kay," Sam added with a nod.

About fifteen minutes later, they arrived at St. Agony's Hospital and went straight for the elevator, Sam pressed the fourth button, and Freddie wrapped his arm around her.

He looked at her and wondered, "You think we'll be able to find out if it's a boy or girl at this appointment?"

"I hope so, Dr. Bower said before we could find out between sometime in my thirteenth to my twentieth week. I'm already at twenty weeks and I want to know now!" She sighed in a whine.

Freddie cracked, "Baby Benson is just being difficult, like his or her mother."

"Hey!" Sam yelled offended and proceeded to slug him on the arm.

He laughed, rubbing his arm slightly, "I take it back!"

"Yeah you'd better!" She threatened him with an angry glare across her face.

He just placed his arm around again her and they finally reached the fourth floor. At this point, Sam and Freddie sat in the waiting room until they heard a nurse call Sam's name.

Nurse Julie, "Samantha Benson!"

Freddie and Sam walked towards the hall of examination rooms and were placed in one. Nurse Julie left while Sam stripped down to a hospital gown. Sam just flung each item of clothing at him.

"You could fold these and hand 'em to me nicely, you know." He complained, folding it for her and putting her clothes aside on an empty chair.

She sighed getting up on the exam table, "I could."

"But you choose not to. Like, I haven't heard that one before," Freddie filled in.

Before she could respond, Nurse Julie came back in and ran the usual procedure. Nurse Julie first checked Sam's weight. It was about fifteen pounds heavier from her pre-pregnancy weight, and that was perfectly healthy for her and the baby at this stage in her pregnancy. Next, was a blood pressure check, and lastly checking her heartbeat.

Nurse Julie stated, "Hmm… your heartbeat's faster than normal today. Are you having any problems breathing lately?"

Sam confessed, "Yeah."

"Right, but Dr. Bower said that's normal because the baby's growing?" He said in more of the form of a question.

Nurse Julie nodded and left the room after to telling Sam to lay back and try to relax before Dr. Bower came in to check on her. Freddie stood at the end of the exam table, making sure she stayed in a laying position, rubbing her shoulders.

"Mmm… that feels so nice," Sam mewed, eyes blinking as if she was about to fall asleep.

Freddie soothed, and then laughed, "Just relax, but don't fall asleep, baby."

"Alright," Sam sighed, loving the feeling of Freddie kneading over her aching muscles.

With that, Dr. Bower entered the room. Dr. Newton recommended Dr. Bower as one of the best obstetricians in Seattle. They went over her chart and how she was feeling today. Soon after, Dr. Bower brought in an ultrasound technician, Daniela. A few moments after Daniela lathered the ultrasound gel, and ran the wand across her belly; Dr. Bower viewed the image critically, which alarmed both Sam and Freddie at first, but then Dr. Bower looked at them.

Dr. Bower announced, "Vitals are healthy. Development looks good. Do you want to know the sex of the baby?"

"Yes!" Sam and Freddie both said together, exclaiming excitedly.

Dr. Bower said with a bright smile, "You two are going to be the proud parents of a baby boy, congratulations."

They kissed. Sam got dressed when Dr. Bower left and they headed out to their car. When they reached the parking lot, Freddie recognized two familiar faces.

"Brad! Wendy! Hey, long time no see." Freddie greeted.

Brad responded, "Yep, man. How've you guys been?"

"Ah, good Bennett, last I heard y'all got jobs in Hollywood," Sam said.

Brad and Wendy, who got married in June right before Sam and Freddie had gotten married. The Bennetts moved up to Hollywood because Brad became a Film Teacher at Hollywood Arts after he got that interview in July during Sam and Freddie's wedding. Wendy found a job reporting on celebrity news at SmmartTV in Hollywood, and Wendy was now the Seattle correspondent for SmmartTV interviewing local celebrities, so they moved back home.

Wendy replied, "Uh-huh, but I got transferred to Seattle and here we are having a baby."

"And looks like you are too." Brad stated with an eyebrow raise, noticing Sam's baby bump was just as big as Wendy's.

"Yeah, do you know what you guys are having?" Freddie asked, pointing to Wendy's belly.

"A girl," Wendy answered, caressing her belly.

"What about you guys? What are you having?" Brad questioned, his eyes shifting over to Sam.

"A boy," Sam replied, lightly patting her stomach.

"Aww… nice. When are you due?" Wendy wondered.

Sam remembered, "April 22nd."

"No way!" Wendy gasped in an excited shock, "Me too!"

Sam and Wendy got pregnant at the same time. It was quite the coincidence, but then again Brad and Wendy were so almost exactly like Sam and Freddie. They chatted for a bit and decided they needed to do some catching up.

"You guys busy?" Brad queried.

Freddie shook his head, "Nah man, wanna hang with me and the wife?"

"Is that cool with you Sam?" Wendy asked.

Sam just nodded yes and they each got in their cars and drove to Sam and Freddie's house. The boys were playing video games and messing with their new editing programs while the girls were chatting it up, snacking on popcorn, and watching TV.

"I can't believe, we got knocked up at the exact same time." Sam pointed out after licking her lips.

Wendy said sipping some juice, "I know. Something's in the water between those Benson and Bennett boys."

Sam laughed at that, both them of moving to lie down. They both took up the entire space of the couch, but they were comfortable.

"So how are things between you and Brad?" Sam started to say.

Wendy shrugged and smirked slightly, "Eh, can't complain. How 'bout you and Freddie?"

"Good. Good." Sam waved off, "But when I first told I was pregnant. My god, he was jabbering on and on, worrying about whether we're ready or not. Things are cool now though."

Wendy giggled, "Nice, Brad fainted when I told him."

Sam laughed so hard at that, she nearly choked on her popcorn, "Freddie wants to film the birth."

"Brad does too and I told him, 'Baby I'm going to be in pain, trying to push our kid out of my body, all sweaty and gross. Don't film it!' He agreed no camera," Wendy explained.

Sam sighed, "I mentioned that kinda stuff to Freddie. Plus who wants to see their 'private parts' on film during delivery. I said after I have the baby. Film all you want,' but not during."

"I'm with on that one girl." Wendy agreed, and looked at the empty bowl, "Aww…man we're out of popcorn. Brad!"

"Freddie!" Sam called out.

The boys hollered back simultaneously, walking into the living room, "Yeah Babe!"

"Brad, go make me some more popcorn." Wendy ordered pointing toward the kitchen.

Sam added, crossing her arms, "Freddie, go help him find the popcorn."

The boys groaned. "Why can't you make yourself some popcorn, Wends?" Brad asked his wife.

"And Sam, why can't you help her get it?" Freddie continued.

Wendy moaned, "I'm tired."

"And I am too." Sam added.

Brad grumbled, "Alright," which was echoed by Freddie's groan, "Fine."

The guys made popcorn were the girls were playing around and yet still in conversation.

"Hey Sam," Wendy suggested, "Belly bump."

"Go for it!" Sam agreed.

Brad reprimanded from the kitchen, "Wendy…"

"Sam…" Freddie said annoyed, bringing over the popcorn and other snacks.

Wendy beckoned, "Okay, no belly bumps, but come here Sam."

Sam walked over and they hugged letting their baby bumps press against so softly.

"Ooh, they moved." Sam cheered.

Brad commented, "Wow, you two are weird." Freddie looked at him in agreement.

Sam and Wendy glared at their husbands, fully prepared to smack them on their arms, but didn't because of what they said.

Freddie persuaded in a cute voice, "But I love you, baby doll."

"Baby doll," Wendy giggled, putting a hand over her mouth.

"Shut up," Sam chided in an amused way, "Don't tell anyone, but I actually like when Freddie calls me that."

Brad smirked, and pointed out, "Yeah like you don't like your nickname, Boo Boo."

Wendy blushed and shushed him. Freddie and Sam were both laughing hysterically because Wendy's nickname was way mushier than Sam's nickname.

They two couples spent a little more time together and sometime later the night drew to a close after dinner.

"Bye guys. We have to do this again soon." Wendy yawned while Brad helped her put on her jacket.

Freddie said, "Definitely, let us know if you two need help unpacking."

"No big deal. We got our parents helping us out. Well…later I'm gonna get the Mrs. Home before she starts snoring." Brad reassured, and then noticed how Wendy was leaning against the wall.

Sam and Freddie walked Brad and Wendy out to the driveway and said their final goodbyes.

"Bye Wends, we're on for Glitter Gloss, Saturday." Sam reminded. Wendy nodded tiredly. Brad looked behind him and drove off.

Freddie commented, referring to Sam and Baby Benson, pulling Sam close to him, "C'mon let's get inside. I don't want you two getting cold."

"That was fun." Sam mentioned.

Sam and Freddie spent the next few hours doing chores, washing dishes, cleaning the house, and around eleven at night, relaxed in bed. They didn't bother to get changed into their pajamas. Freddie was brushing his teeth in their while Sam was reading. He rinsed his mouth, cleaned up the bathroom, and sat back on the bed to see what Sam was so intrigued with, she didn't take her eyes off it.

Her husband read the cover, "'What's In A Name?' You actually read that book I got."

"Don't sound so shocked, Benson." His wife huffed, "I also read 'What To Expect When You're Expecting'"

"Hmm…" Freddie mused, "So let's pick and chose the names we like or don't like."

Sam bit her lip, thinking, "Well, I know the names I don't like Jackson, Dawson, or Anderson."

"I agree, but some questions come to mind. Why don't you like them? Who, in the hell, names their kid, Anderson?" He wondered, confused.

"One: They may be good names for someone else, but those names all have the same last syllable as Benson. I think it would sound kinda not…janky, but just not right." She explained, "Two: Anderson Cooper from CNN. Before you crack a joke, he was doing a segment on his talk show about Fat Cakes. Dude's looking pretty hot for forty-nine."

Freddie quipped, jealous Sam had made that last comment, "I'm sitting right here!"

"But, you are so good lookin', baby," Sam complimented, "Fine and all mine."

He made it clear, "I definitely don't want to call our son, Fredward Benson Jr. I don't really like my full first name, that's why I've gone by Freddie all these years."

"Mmm, okay, but I always that if we had a kid that, as much as I used to make fun of you for it. I think it should be his middle name, at least." She proposed. Freddie looked in his wife's eyes to see if she was being serious and she was. He could tell by the way she looked at him with this almost pleading and hopeful expression.

He kissed her sweetly, "That will be his middle name. He still needs a first."

"We agreed if before we know he was a boy we wouldn't name after our deadbeat dads, Leonard or Michael." Sam reminded. Freddie sighed, looked tense, and grabbed her hand.

"Brian?" Freddie started.

She continued, "No way too brainy, Kyle."

"No it's too pretty-boy." Freddie stated his opinion, "What about naming him after your grandfather and mine."

"Oh yeah! My grandpa was named Christopher and so was yours." Sam remembered, "Christopher Fredward Benson, it is."

He mentioned, lifting up Sam's blouse, and kissing her bare belly, "I like that, well we can't wait to meet you Christopher."

Sam sighed happily at that, delicately combing her fingertips through Freddie's hair while his lips were pressed against her stomach.

Sam pointed out, "Okay Daddy. Quit kissing the kid. I…"

She was cut off by Freddie moving up and kissing her passionately. The last few sounds out of that room before the light went off were the book dropping to the floor along Sam and Freddie showing each other, just how in love they were and still are. Sam was sure as soon as Carly heard the news, she'd be throwing her and Wendy a double-baby shower. Little did Carly know with Sam and Wendy both being married and pregnant at the same time, that it would change their relationship as they knew it.