A/N: This chapter contains some OOC Freddie and some semi-lemony goodness (everyone will still be wearing pants in this chapter; I didn't get too carried away). Read at your own risk. ;D

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, but I do own a cat who likes to sit on my computer keyboard when I'm trying to type new chapters for this story.

2 Weeks Later

"Hey, Sam," Freddie greeted me, walking into Carly's apartment.

"Not now, I'm eating," I said indignantly, stuffing two slices of ham in my mouth.

Freddie rolled his eyes. "Why does that not surprise me?"

"Oh, shut up, Fredora!" I replied. "I'm not in the mood today! I got bad cramps and I feel as bloated as a baby whale!"

"Oh…..um, sorry? What are guys supposed to say when it's a girl's….um…..monthly time of…..bleeding?" He asked awkwardly.

"Omigod, dude, you can say 'period.' At least it's not as bad as saying 'panties.' Anyway, I actually didn't get my period this month yet, but it's probably just PMS, you know?"

"Um, no, I don't really know," Freddie replied. "I'm a guy. Guys don't get…periods. 'Cuz if they did, I could get pregnant."

I laughed loudly. "Omigod, I could just imagine you being knocked up, it would be freakin' hilarious."

Freddie groaned. "Really, Sam? It actually wasn't that funny. Oh, and by the way, when we…..you know…had relations, you were already on the pill, right?"

I pondered Freddie's question. "Hm, let me see…..nope. I don't think so; my doc just put me on the pill less than a week ago."

"SAM!"

"Hey, whoa, calm down, Frednub. It's not like I'm gonna get pregnant or anything, we used a condom, remember?"

"Yeah, but…..."

"Freddie, Freddie, don't worry your pretty little head about it. And besides, how weird would that be? Having a miniature version of you growing inside of me! Nasty!"

"Hey! You sure didn't have a probably with me being inside of you last week!" Freddie shouted rather loudly.

"DUDE! Carly is like, right upstairs in her room getting Gibby ready for another Dr. Lobster bit. She could've totally heard what you just said!"

"Well, I'm sorry, but Freddie Jr. just got pretty offended." Freddie answered simply.

"What the fu-? …...Freddie Jr. is what you named your dick?! That's real mature, Nub-Nub."

Just then, Freddie walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist. "I thought you loved my dick," Freddie whispered cockily (he-he…..cock). All of a sudden, this conceited jerk is grinding his manhood into my butt. Okay, that actually sounds a lot dirtier than it really was. We were both fully clothed, by the way.

I bit fiercely on my bottom lip to suppress a moan. But, it didn't work at all.

"Mmm, that good, huh?" Freddie simpered.

I moaned again, softer this time. "Fuckkkk…..you." I replied.

"Oh yeah, I'd love it if you fucked me," Freddie replied conceitedly.

Just then, we heard someone cough loudly behind us. So, we shot apart suddenly as if Freddie's balls were on fire.

"Looks like you guys were not rehearsing for the show just now, huh? Are you guys together again…or?" Spencer smirked at us knowingly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Um…I had…gum like stuck to my butt," I stammered, "Someone must've stuck it to my chair at school or something. And then, Freddie accidentally got Super-Glue stuck to his…um…lower parts….so yeah," I explained lamely.

"Yeah," Spencer replied, "just know that Carly will totally lose her shit if she finds out you two are fooling around behind her back."

"But, we're not!" Sam and I said in unison.

"The only reason Fredlumps and I had sex was just to get it over with," Sam explained, "That's all it is. We're not romantically involved anymore."

Spencer scrunched his nose in confusion. "So, you guys are like what, friends with benefits or something?"

But, before we could answer him, Carly stomped down the stairs, followed by Gibby dressed as Dr. Lobster, a popular character he plays for iCarly sketches.

"Guys, hello? We're live in six minutes!" Carly exclaimed.

And with that, our show went on like usual.

Sam's POV

The day went on like normal, and I just mindlessly stumbled through it, but something just felt…..off. I felt exhausted and nauseous. Maybe I just hadn't gotten enough sleep and I had eaten too much ham earlier, and that's why I felt so damn queasy. Anyway, I decided to lie down once I got home. My mom was not home as usual. Probably out with that wealthy actor dude who always speaks in a horrible British accent thinking he's Sherlock Holmes when in reality, he's from Detroit.

I opened the medicine cabinet in my bathroom to get some Tylenol or something to make me feel less shitty, but instead, random items fell out of the cabinet onto the floor. Most of it was my mom's junk – her laser hair remover (yuck!), her "all-natural" diet pills (honestly, I think it's really just a bottle of glorified crack), and her foot massager. But, then, I noticed something strange. I picked up a small cherry-red pouch that was half-open on the floor. It had some assorted make-up products, some birth control pills in a tiny Tic-Tac dispenser (no comment…..), and….an unopened cellophane-wrapped rectangular object. I opened the wrapping to reveal a brand new EPT pregnancy test. This seemed pretty weird for my mom to have considering she got her tubes tied four years ago by a questionable gynecological surgeon in Tijuana.

I held the pregnancy test in my hand, studying it cautiously. I knew that it was nearly impossible for me to be knocked up, considering I only had sex once in my entire life, and Freddie had used a condom. But, the fear was eating away at me. Especially, since my period, though I hadn't told Freddie, was supposed to come 11 days ago. I took a deep breath and finally decided that knowing for sure I wasn't pregnant would ease my mind. But, what if I was pregnant? The thought of it scared me shitless.

A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Do you guys want the pregnancy test to come back as negative or positive? Leave your answer in the review box! :)