Freddie; One Week Later

If Sam and I weren't talking about one thing it would be the wedding. Sam is such a girl. I see her face light up whenever someone calls saying there coming. The good thing is that she not letting the stress get to her. Today we were going to the Florist.

" I don't know what kind of flowers I want. I don't even know the color scheme!" She says.

" How about we do yellow and we could do sunflowers and light pink roses." I say. Sam looks at me.

" That's like the smartest idea ever! Why didn't I think of that?"

" Cause your stressing now."

" I'm not stressing."

" Then why is my hand numb?" I ask. She was squeezing my hand way to hard.

" Sorry." And she lets go of it. We order the flowers and head back to the house. We have gotten at least seven presents. I take a seat on the couch and flip to a random channel.

" So, everyone that we invited is coming." Sam says sitting next to me.

" So what does that mean?" I ask.

" That means seventy people are coming."

" Wow."

" No more, no less." Sam says putting her head on shoulder.

" Is little baby Benson doing okay?" I ask. She holds her belly.

" Making me hormonal and vomit by the hours on the dot." Sam replies. " It sort of weird being pregnant. Even though I wake up to vomit, I feel content through the day knowing I am bring something into the world." I look into her eyes and then look down at her belly. I kiss her belly. I look back up at her face.

" I think your the best thing that's happen to me." I say. Sam leans in and kisses me. Like the night we had our first kiss.

-0-

I walk into the church and look at Gibby who has Tasha fixing his tie. The suspense was killing me. It feels like yesterday Sam and I got drunk and accidentally got married but the truth is that, that happened like a month ago. I look around and see the sunflowers and the light pink roses on the end of each row of benches. Sam and I went totally traditional and made sure we don't see each other until the wedding day. So last night I didn't see her cause she slept at Emmeline's. I got a very horny text message from who I think was Emmeline who got my number saying Sam wanted to be in my pants. I never met this Emmeline but I could tell she would be perfect for Mark. I finish buttoning up my tux and I tie my tie. I walk down the isle and take my spot. I look among everyone. I see my mom crying into Spencer's chest and Spencer is trying to push her off. I see Sam's mom. She just smiles and keep looking down at her purse. The music starts to play. The big moment. I see Carly walks down in a yellow strapless dress. Behind her I see a total look-a-like of Sam. Oh my god. She wasn't kidding around when she said she had a twin sister then Tasha came. I look down and see Sam. Wow. She looked amazing. Her dress was strapless. It was like a corset of a top then it puffed up a bit hitting the ground. She walked down the isle by herself which I could tell she didn't mind. She finally gets up to me.

" Ready to get married?" I ask.

" Minus the alcohol. Yes." She says smiling. The priest goes through the typical saying " We are gathered here today, and why we love each other."

Never the less to say. When I recall the moment I found out I drunkenly married Sam, I was expecting hell in a jar but it was different. She had matured since those days in High School. She was different but she was still the Sam you knew in love. Through sickness and through health. We have basically gone through everything together. I won't mind spending the rest of my life with her. Even if that means the most weirdest cravings a girl like her that could have during pregnancy.

" Do you Fredward Benson take Samantha Puckett to be your wife. To have and to hold till this day forward?" He asks.

" I do." I say.

" And do you Samantha Puckett take Fredward Benson to be your husband. To have and to hold till this day forward." She looks into my eyes.

" I do." She says.

" Well by the power invested in me, I bring you Mr. and Mrs. Benson. You may kiss the bride." The priest says. I grab her face and kiss her. We break the kiss and I look around. I see my mother crying even more into Spencer's chest as he's trying to clap. Carly and Griffin are making out them selves. I grab Sam's hand we walk down the isle. We get into the car. I kiss Sam.

" Even though we got drunk and got married at City Hall, more likely expected us to live together in a living hell, I am actually happy I married you." Sam says.

" I know."