A/N: Here's the epilogue! Also, here's hoping that Miranda gets well soon! Her tour bus crashed, and she broke her ankle. Get better, Miranda!

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Epilogue

"Sam? Where're you at?" Freddie yelled as he entered their home. "I brought dinner!"

Sam emerged from their bedroom, already dressed in her pajamas.

"Good, I'm starving." she said, sitting down at the table.

"What'd you get, Frednurd?" Sam asked.

"Fried Chicken, courtesy of the deli at MallMart." he said, placing the bag of chicken on the table.

Sam wasated no time in devouring this, heading straight for a thigh.

"I don't like white meat. It's too dry." she said.

"Have you ever dunked it in ketchup?" Freddie asked, grabbing a breast and demonstrating his white meat ketchup technique.

"It's just like a chicken finger." he said, pulling off a bit of his meal and feeding it to Sam.

Sam chewed it thoughtfully, nodded, and swallowed.

"It's okay, I guess. Momma just prefers her dark meat." she said, ripping into another thigh.

"Oh, Freddie. Chicken reminds me. We need to pick up some eggs at the grocery store. We're out." Sam told him.

Freddie frowned. "I just bought eggs." he said.

"Well you didn't buy enough. I made too mady deserts for work, and it used up all of the eggs." she giggled.

Sam bit into her chicken again. "Hey, guess what?" Sam said, taking another bite.

"What? Carly finally broke down and asked out Gibby?"

Sam stared at him like he'd grown a second head.

"Nope, guess again."

"Umm...you won the lottery." Freddie smiled.

Sam rolled her eyes. "You wish."

Freddie looked thoughtful. "Uhh...you...uh...You're...you're running for office?" he asked.

"Freddie, I hate politics."

"True. So...what is it?"

"I got a raise!" Sam exclaimed.

Freddie looked at her. "Really? That's wonderful!" he said, getting up to kiss her cheek.

"I know. I wasn't expecting that. I walked into work, and boom, I was offered a raise." Sam smiled at her accomplishment.

"You're going to be making cakes for the president." Freddie teased.

Sam laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe not the president, but..." Sam took another bite out of her chicken.

"Oh, and I'm also pregnant." she said, trying to hold back a grin.

Freddie stopped, his chicken raised halfway to his mouth.

"Really? You're sure this time?" he confirmed.

"Went to the doctor. Here." Sam pulled out a sonogram that she'd been hiding from Freddie.

"It's...right...there." Sam pointed to a spot on the picture.

"That's...that's our baby?" Freddie smiled.

"That's our baby. Small, isn't it?"

Freddie nodded. "Yeah...wait. How far along are you?" he asked.

"About two months, the doctor said." Sam told him.

"So...that means you would've gotten pregnant when...oh my god, Sam do you realize that this child was probably concieved on the day you told me you weren't pregnant?" he laughed.

Sam thought about it. Yeah, that had been the last time they'd been intimate. She laughed.

"Funny, how things happen, isn't it?" Sam asked.

Freddie smiled, got up again, and kissed Sam.

"Yeah...funny. God, Sam, I love you...I love you!" he kissed her.

"I love you too." Sam said, kissing Freddie back.

A/N: There it is! I also made an alternate ending that I will be posting, but this is the main ending. REVIEW!