Mama's Secret Ch 7

Author's Note: This is the chapter I've been waiting for; where my story idea actually started, so it's exciting to reach the point finally. Enjoy

Freddie's mind was a jumble. He ate his dinner in silence as his mother nattered on about all the cute things he had done as a child. The photo beside his plate seemed to glare up at him. He couldn't understand how this child of Pam's looked identical to him as a baby. Heck if he didn't know who Dylan was, he'd think it was his brother…or his son. Freddie's father was dead, so it wasn't like he could have impregnated Pam. But Freddie had slept with Sam and what if the child was really Sam's? But they had used protection hadn't they? Freddie suddenly felt sick as he realised he couldn't remember. But why would Sam lie about having a child? Maybe his Dad had a brother. He'd have to ask his mother. "Mom." He cut her off. "Does Dad have any family?" Marissa looked at him in shock. "No it was just him and his parents." Freddie tried again. "And they're all dead?" Now Marissa was really confused. "Yes dear, we went to all their funerals." She said gently. "Why are you asking?" Freddie was conflicted. Could he really tell his mother this? But he had to tell someone. Casually he said "Just wondered if Dylan was related to us somehow since we look similar." Marissa laughed. "All babies look similar. But unless you got Sam pregnant I don't see how Dylan would be related. Not that I would love you any less if you did." Marissa added hastily. Freddie regarded her suspiciously. "Are you saying that Dylan is Sam's baby?" Marissa mentally slapped herself. How could she have been so stupid? She tried to backtrack. "I'm not saying that. I don't know which Puckett is Dylan's mother, but I would have thought Pam was past the childbearing age, personally. But I could be completely wrong; women's bodies can do amazing things after all." Freddie shuddered at the image that brought to mind. "Sam said Dylan is her brother." Freddie said firmly and tried to steer his mother onto a different topic, thought his own thoughts we still very much focused on Dylan.

The next morning, he headed down to the shops. He couldn't tell Carly that he suspected Pam's baby was really Sam's baby, and he needed to find out the truth, so he was going to buy some surveillance equipment. After all, when in doubt, turn to technology was his motto. After buying a couple of very discrete cameras, Freddie headed back home back home to collect Carly, or as he had dubbed her in his mind 'The Distraction'.

At Sam's, Freddie began to casually enquire about where Pam was, how Sam had coped living with her pregnant mother, how old Dylan was and so forth. After a while he offered to watch Dylan while the girls went to the Groovy Smoothie, so they could have some girly time. As soon as he was sure they were gone, Freddie scooped up Dylan and got to work installing the cameras. One in the living room and one in Dylan's room. Which Freddie noted was also Sam's bedroom. As he was walking down the stairs Pam walked in, looking at him suspiciously. "What are you doing upstairs?" Freddie replied quickly. "Looking for Dylan's stuff. I think he will need changing soon." Pam held her arms for Dylan and sniffed him. "He's fine." She said. "Where's Sam?" Freddie smiled. This he could answer honestly. "I sent them to pick up some smoothies, so they could have some girly time." Pam still looked a little suspicious. "That was awfully nice of you." Freddie shrugged. "Meant I didn't have to listen to them." He said. Quite pleased with his answer. At that moment Sam walked in. "What did you tell him?" Sam demanded when she saw her mother in a serious conversation with Freddie. "Nothing." Her mother said defensively. "I was just questioning him as to why he was here and why you weren't." Sam also got defensive. "He was just giving me a little break." Her mother laughed. "I know. And you're very lucky to have him." She added as she dumped Dylan in Freddie's arms. Freddie looked down at the wide eyed little boy who was quietly sucking his thumb. "Good luck kid." He murmured and placed a kiss on the baby's forehead before he realised what he was doing. Carly aww'ed then held her arms out for Dylan. Freddie handed him over and tried to push his feelings to the side. Tonight he would watch the camera recordings and get some answers.

Marissa waited until she knew Freddie was home before she headed over to the Puckett's. "How's my grandson?" She cooed as she held Dylan. "I wish you wouldn't call him that." Sam grumbled. "One day you might say it in public if you're not careful." Marissa waved her off. "He is my grandson." Sam corrected her. "You think he's your grandson. And I'd rather we didn't find out." Pam spoke up. "Freddie's getting suspicious. "I caught his coming out of your bedroom earlier." Sam immediately flew into a rage. "What was he doing in my bedroom?" Pam replied. "He said he was looking for things to change Dylan. But I'm not sure I believe him. Dylan looked like he'd not long been changed. And it just felt like there was something else going on." Both older women shared a look. "You can't keep this from him forever."

On his computer, Freddie stared at the screen in shock. Not only was Dylan Sam's child. It appeared they all knew about it, his mother included. His own mother thought he had fathered a child and hadn't told him. No one had. He rang Carly, his eyes still furiously watching the screen. "Did you know Dylan was Sam's baby?" He asked harshly the moment she answered. "No. How on earth did you come up with that idea?" Carly said after a moment. "Never mind." Freddie muttered and hung up. He would tackle Sam tomorrow once he'd had some time to figure things out. But his mother was due home soon and he wanted answers.

Marissa hummed as she entered the apartment, no idea that a shitstorm was about to hit. "How could you not tell me?" Freddie's cold voice brought Marissa abruptly back to reality. "What on earth are you on about Freddiebear?" She asked nervously. Surely Sam would have mentioned if Freddie had found out about Dylan. "How could my own mother not tell me that she's pretty sure that I fathered a child." Marissa froze. So he knew. "It wasn't my place to tell you." She said. "It was Sam's, and she was determined that she'd only ruin your life if she told you, so she didn't. All I could do was drop a few little hints and hope you'd confronted Sam and she'd tell you the truth. I'm surprised she cracked though." Freddie laughed darkly. "She didn't." Marissa looked confused. "Then how did you find out?" Freddie's face grew darker. "I had to install surveillance equipment in Sam's house to find out the truth, because no one could be honest with me. Who knows about Dylan anyway?" Freddie spat. His mother attempted to rub his arm sympathetically, but he shrugged her off. "Just Pam, Sam and I." His mother answered quietly. "I ran a DNA test on Dylan and found that I was related to him. Freddie gasped as it suddenly hit him. "I'm a father." He said stunned. This time he didn't shake his mother off as she held him close.

Freddie spent the rest of the night watching his son through the cameras. He felt his body stir as he watched Sam breast feed Dylan. Not only did he enjoy checking out Sam's boob, it was also truly proof that Sam was Dylan's mother. God, they were parents. Tomorrow he would confront Sam and finally find out what is going on.

Carly was freaking out. First Freddie rang her and claims Sam is Dylan's mother, now neither Sam nor Freddie were answering their phones. She didn't want to text Sam to ask if she'd had a baby, that just didn't seem right. And she'd go over and wring the story out of Freddie if she wasn't just slightly afraid of Crazy. Tomorrow. She promised herself. Tomorrow she'd get answers.

"Sam!" Freddie was pounding on Sam's door early the next morning. "Sam. Open the bloody door right now." Freddie yelled. Pam opened the door in her dressing gown holding a baseball bat. "Ah Freddie." She sighed in relief as she saw who it was pounding on her door. "What are you doing here?" Freddie ignored her and stormed into the house. "Sam, get out here now." Sam emerged scowling with a screaming infant. Her mother immediately took Dylan while Sam rounded on Freddie. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She demanded. Freddie laughed darkly. "What I am doing? More like what the hell have you been doing? Did you really think you could keep the fact that you're Dylan's mother a secret? Or that I'm Dylan's father" Sam paled. "Marissa promised not to tell you since I didn't know for sure that you were Dylan's father." Freddie shook his head. "She didn't and what do you mean?" Sam flushed. "I don't remember who I had sex with, I just woke up naked in a bed after the graduation party. But your mother and my mother are convinced it's you since according to a DNA test or something, Dylan is related to your mother." Freddie ran an agitated hand through his hair. "I'll take a paternity test then. But Sam I can promise you we most likely slept together at that party. I woke up beside you, left because I had to throw up and when I came back you were gone." Freddie chuckled sadly. "I thought you were ignoring what happened because you regretted it, not because you didn't remember." Freddie paused. "Do you like me back?". Sam hesitated. "I did, but I've got Dylan to think of now." Freddie's shoulders dropped slightly. "I think it would be good for Dylan to have parents that are together." Freddie argued. "You don't even know you're Dylan's father." Sam objected. "Yes I do." Freddie fired back. "Fine, let's go find out." Sam snapped.

After Freddie had called his mother to organise the test for him he saw all the missed calls from Carly. Wincing, he recalled his erratic call to Carly the night before. Groaning, he turned to Sam. "You haven't told Carly have you?" Sam shook her head. "Damn." Freddie growled. "I thought you had so I interrogated her about you last night and now I've got 15 missed calls." Sam wanted to hit Freddie, but she restrained herself. "Tell her it was a nightmare." Freddie shrugged. "Worth a shot."

Carly jumped as she heard her phone ding. Reading Freddie's text, she raised a sceptical eyebrow. Freddie hadn't seemed like he was dreaming last night. She'd just have to watch him and Sam very closely.