AUTHOR'S NOTE ::: Hi guys, hope you are enjoying this story! Freddie and Sam are back again by popular demand. Ha Ha Thanks for all the great reviews. I wanted to respond to one comment I received. Yes, I am aware that Sam is somewhat OOC in this fanfic. This was actually the first fanfic for Seddie I had ever written, so I am just getting the "feel" for the characters. Also, in this particular story, Sam has newly discovered her feelings for Freddie while also dealing with pregnancy hormones which may contribute to some mellowing-out of her character. Despite Sam being slightly OOC, I hope you are still liking the story. Not a lot going on in this chapter, but ohhh well. The next one will have more action! One last thing, DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW. Thanks!

Sam slept well cuddled up to Freddie, but when morning came, she grumbled softly in her sleep. Nausea hit her and she barely made it to the bathroom. After she puked, she felt a lot better. She started looking through her bag for her sexiest dress. She showered, then put the dress on, along with a ton of make-up. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, pleased with what she saw. She was usually a penny-tee-and-jeans sort of girl ... but not today.

Freddie soon woke up and got ready for his day, showering and changing. He walked in the livingroom and just stood there, gazing at Sam. "Something's different about you," he said. He looked at her trying to figure out what had changed.

Sam noticed Freddie step out of the bathroom, looking hot as always. "Hey," Sam said, giving him a small kiss. She just grinned when Freddie said that something looked different about her, but he didn't know what. Just like a guy, not to notice that she had put on her sexy dress and all that make-up. "Maybe it's a pregnancy glow, Fredbags," said Sam with a little shrug.

"Well, I guess it's time to do our job hunt now. I'll meet you back here for lunch," added Sam, giving him another kiss; this time a long, lingering one.
She wanted MORE, but it was time to look for work. She just hoped she could find the job she wanted as she didn't want to disappoint Freddie.

It didn't take Sam long to find what she had been looking for. It was a night club called The Shady Lady. She went in, her high heels clicking as she walked. Her long blond curls trailed down her back. She went in, just like she owned the place. There was a guy standing behind the bar, with tatooes and a leather vest. "Hi, sexy thing," he said to her with a grin. "What can I do for you?"

"I want a job..." said Sam, giving him a smile as she sat down on a bar stool and looked into his blue eyes.

"Really?" asked the guy, raising an eyebrow. "And what sort of a job are you looking for?" He gave her a look that said he had something kinky in mind he wanted her to do.

"I sing. And I dance. I can wait tables... whatever," said Sam, trying not to act like the guy's suggestions had registered with her.

"Ohhh really... you can sing, huh? You look pretty young... how old are you anyway?" he gave her a knowing look. This girl was damn hot, but she looked barely seventeen.

"I just turned eighteen," Sam lied. Actually she had just turned seventeen about a month ago. She was afraid she wouldn't get the job though if she told the truth.

"You're hired," smirked the guy. "Ohhh and I have a sexy costume you gotta wear..."

"Kewl," said Sam, because she really didn't mind at all. It was just a job,
wasn't it? She and Freddie needed the money, so it didn't matter really what she wore, did it? She wouldn't get to work here long anyway. Once she started showing, she'd get fired.

"My name is Kev. I own this place," spoke the guy. "Now let's hear you sing."

Sam went over to the stage and picked up the microphone. She began singing her heart out. Kev was impressed. This girl was hot, young, and she had a sexy, sultry voice. She would bring in a lot of customers. "I like," he said with a smirk. Maybe if he was lucky, he could eventually talk her into bed as well. He'd love that.

"Come back tonight," Kev told Sam before she left. "And get ready for some fun."

"Okay," said Sam. She couldn't wait to get her first paycheck. After she left the nightclub, she went to the grocery store to grab a few things she and Freddie would need. After she got the groceries, she went back to their apartment and started some lunch.

Meanwhile, Freddie had scouted around for some jobs, but the only thing available was working at the counter of a local grocery store. Freddie took it because right now he couldn't afford to be picky because a job was a job.

Sam was taking the pizza out of the oven when Freddie returned home. She also placed a salad upon the table. "Hey, nub. How did the job hunt go?" she asked him as he entered the kitchen. She hoped that everything had went well for Freddie and couldn't wait to tell him that she had found a job of her own.

Freddie smiled hugging Sam and kissing her. "I got a job at a grocery store as a cashier. It's not much but it'll give us money. How about you?" he asked her.

Sam wrapped her arms around Freddie, gazing into his eyes. Her lips met his in a soft kiss. "That's good news," she said when he announced he had found a job at the nearby grocery store. "I got a job, too. It's at a nightclub."

"I'm gonna sing and wait tables," Sam explained. "Maybe you could hear me sing..." She knew Freddie would be surprised as she had never sang for him before.

Freddie did look surprised. "You sing?" he asked.

"Sure, I'll come, if its at a time that I'm not working then I'd love to hear you sing," he said with a smile. He was learning new things about her everyday.

"Kewl," said Sam as she took her seat at the table. Everything was ready. "I'd like that... cause most of the songs I wrote for you."

Freddie blushed a little bit. "You did?" he asked.

When she had been writing those songs, she had never thought she would someday end up with Freddie like this... living in an apartment with him, starting their life, and soon to have their own baby. It all seemed surreal. Despite the circumstances, their financial situation, and running away from home, Sam was happy to be with Freddie.

"I start my job tonight," Sam said as she was putting a slice of pizza onto her plate.

"That's amazing! I hope you blow them all away."

"I will," Sam promised him. "And I'll be thinking of you, the whole time I sing."

"I think I'll like the job for the most part... although after I start to show, I'll have to quit. No one will want a preggo singer and cocktail waitress," she said as she was pulling the meat and cheese off her pizza to eat it first, just as she always did. "That's okay though, after I get further along, I'll try to find a job where I don't have to be on my feet as much." Sam was still worried about losing her figure with her pregnancy. She had always been petite and thin and the idea of a huge stomach was a bit unsettling to her.

"Ohhhh! I just thought of something! We TOTALLY forgot to call Carls last night!" Sam suddenly exclaimed. "She's probably SOOO worried!"

Freddie listened to Sam talk and was about to take a bite of his pizza when Sam mentioned Carly. "Oh gosh you're right," he said.
"We should do that."

"She will really upset if we don't call her to let her know we are okay."

Sam actually paused in eating and reached into her pocket for her cell phone.
She right away called her best friend. "Hey, Carls... I'm so sorry I didn't call you last night. Freddie and I were exhausted when we got here," Sam said when Carly had answered.

"That's okay. I called Melanie last night and she said you guys made it there okay and she found you a place to stay," said Carly as she was trying to keep her conversation quiet so Spencer wouldn't overhear. Ever since Mrs. Benson had discovered Freddie missing, there had been total chaos as Freddie's mom was frantic in her attempt to find her son. Right now, Spencer and Freddie's mom were in the livingroom downstairs trying to come up with ideas of where Freddie may have gone.

"Sam, listen..." Carly said urgently. "Don't call me on your cell phone anymore... and like totally get rid of Freddie's. His mom is hiring a private investigator to find him... and I don't want you guys to get caught. I promise, I haven't told them anything..."

"Does anyone know I am missing?" Sam asked. Her mom probably just thought she was at Carly's and had no clue her teenage daughter had ran away from home.
How long before her mother realized she was missing?

"I dunno... but well, Freddie's mom found your panties in his room..." said Carly. "She's totally flipped out, Sam. She thinks Freddie has ran away with some girl..."

"But I am a girl," Sam reminded, laughing a bit nervously. It was funny,
yet very upsetting, too. She could just imagine how freaked out Freddie's mom was right about now.

"I gotta go... they are calling me..." Carly said. "Tell Freddie I said hi... and I'll talk to you later."

After Sam ended her conversation, she looked at Freddie with a downcast expression on her face. "Your mom found my panties in your room," she told him.

Freddie groaned when he heard the news. "Well, hopefully she'll forget she found them; at least I hope," he said shaking his head. Things wouldn't turn out good if his mom found him here in Yakima with Sam.

"Freddie ... she's not gonna forget," Sam told him. "She's hiring a private investigator to look for you. Carly said we gotta get rid of your cell phone and stop using mine. Maybe we'll send them both to China or something. We gotta do something. They can't find us. They'll take our baby away."

Sam looked so worried. She didn't want anyone to take away the tiny little baby she and Freddie had created together. Even though she hadn't met their baby yet, she felt very protective of him or her. And she was certain her mom would insist she give the baby up if she knew. And she didn't know what Freddie's mom would do.

Sam went and sunk back down in her chair, just staring at her plate of food,
no longer hungry. "Freddie, I won't let anyone take the baby... I'll do anything I have to to protect it, because I know my mom will insist I give the baby up for adoption. She will say I am too young for a baby and it will ruin my life," said Sam. "Cause that's what me and Melanie did to her... we ruined her life."

Freddie sighed. "We'll just destroy the sims in the phones and then toss the phones themselves and everything that goes with them somewhere," he suggested.

"And you didn't ruin her life. She's stupid to say that," he told Sam.

"Dad left us when Melanie and I were really little... and after that,
Mom claimed it was our fault, because Dad wasn't ready for kids or something like that," explained Sam. "She always threw that up in our faces... that Dad would have never left her, if it wasn't for us."

"I think he left cause she's a bitch and an alcoholic," Sam spoke. "She never took good care of us."

"Melanie lucked out when her grades were so good and she got that scholarship to that boarding school. I had to stay with Mom, and it sucked," explained Sam. "If it weren't for Carly and Spencer, I don't know what I would have done... I suppose I would have turned out just like my mom... a no-good,
drunken whore."

"Well, your mom is wrong about that. Both you and Melanie are nice and good-
hearted, so I'd say your mom is the reason he left, too. And I'm glad you didn't turn out like your mom," Freddie said with a smile.

"Me too," Sam said, returning his smile. She placed her hand over his. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have snagged you," she said as she gazed into his eyes. "I think things are just about perfect just the way they are." She leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

"Let's finish our lunch... then we can take care of those cell phones," Sam suggested. She wasn't as hungry as she was earlier, but she could eat a few more bites.

"Sounds good," he agreed as he finished up his lunch with Sam. He knew it was best if they get rid of the phones as soon as possible.

After they had completed their lunch, Sam did the dishes. Once the kitchen was all cleaned up, she went to lounge on the sofa. She just wanted to relax and rest awhile before her first big night at her new job. She knew that Freddie would take care of their phones... afterall, he was the "tech" person.

As soon as lunch had been done, Freddie took both phones and left the apartment.
First he destroyed the sims and trashed them in a dumpster five blocks over from the apartment in the opposite direction. Then he disassembled the phones and tossed all the parts in separate dumpsters away from the apartment and returned when he was done.

Sam got drowsy as she lay down on the couch. She was laying there,
dreaming... but the dream was not good. She dreamt that her mother had found her and was making her give the baby up. She woke up with a start, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Freddie returned to the apartment and went to Sam's side. "What's wrong?" he asked as he sat down beside her. He didn't want her to be upset and longed to comfort her.

Sam sat up quickly on the couch, breathing heavily. Tears streaked her cheeks. "Ohhh Freddie, thank God it was just a dream," she murmured. "I dreamt my mother found us... and she made me go to a home, and they were taking our baby away..." Sam sobbed.

Freddie hugged her. "It's okay," he said gently. "I got rid of the phones. Don't worry. No one will come find us, and no one will take away our baby."

Sam hugged Freddie so tight, choking on a sob. "I am so glad you got rid of our phones," she said as she knew that Carly had been right when she had suggested they had to destroy them. At least now, maybe they had a chance of staying hidden, at least for awhile. Sam just wanted to make it till her 18th birthday. It was only 2 months from the time of the baby's arrival. Then no one could say she HAD to give her baby away.

Freddie held her rubbing her back. "You know I would do anything just to make sure we are okay. All of us, me, you and our baby, are a family now."

Sam felt the soothing sensation of Freddie's caresses upon her back as she held onto him tightly. "I know, Freddie, but I think I'm going to be slightly paranoid... at least until we are both 18. And all these pregnancy hormones aren't helping matters," said Sam as she pulled back slightly and gazed into his dark eyes. "Will you come with me to the club tonight?"

"I know," he said gently still holding her. "But just know that I am here for you always and that I love you."

"Anything you want," he said with a smile when she asked if he would come to the club with her.

Sam looked blissfully happy when Freddie agreed to come to the club that night. "I'm going to sing my song for you," she told him as her face lit up.

"I gotta get ready now... my make-up is probably all messed up," said Sam. She jumped up off the couch and went to fix her make-up. She then came out and sat down next to Freddie.

"Don't freak out, but the owner of the club wants me to wear some sort of costume tonight," she explained.

Freddie looked at Sam. "What kind of costume? Exactly what kind of club is this you are working at?" he asked. This didn't sound too good already and he didn't want Sam doing something that might be bad.

Sam shrugged. "Actually, I haven't seen the costume yet... but I'm sure it'll be okay. It's a nightclub, Freddie... and try not to worry. We really need the money right now. He's paying me A LOT of money for singing tonight,"
Sam explained.

"And if I don't like it this first night, I can always quit," Sam reminded.

Freddie sighed deeply. "Alright," he agreed reluctantly. "Just be careful. I don't want anything bad to happen is all."

Sam raised Freddie's hand to her lips and gently kissed it. "I just want to sing to you tonight. I want to stand there on the stage... and you can hear me singing... and it's just for you," she told him as her blue eyes sparkled. "The rest of the crowd will melt away. Cause I am singing to the guy of my dreams..."

Freddie pulled Sam close hugging her. "I'll be there to listen to you," he told her.
He couldn't wait to hear her singing just for him.

"Very kewl," Sam said, giving him a tender kiss on the lips. "When we come back, I want to show you how much I love you..." She then gave him a hot,
teasing kiss as though to give him a little taste of what was to come later.

After she got him all hot and bothered, Sam asked Freddie, "Are you ready to go to the club yet?"

"You are evil," Freddie said, shaking his head as her kiss had definitely put him in a state of arousal.

"Give me ten minutes," he said. He went to change quickly and then rejoined Sam.

"Okay, now we can go," he said, looking forward to later coming home with her.