Thank you to everyone that reviewed! I got bored with my homework and decided to make an update! Now, as I said last time this is probably not the best chapter. I was going to skip right to the birth, but I felt that the problem in this chapter needed to be adressed. If it's boring, I'm so sorry! But I will update again either Friday or Saturday, hey, maybe even Thursday depending on how I feel. So please enjoy! And always review!...and wash your hands...

7 months pregnant (I know I skipped 6 months. Deal with it.)

I do not own iCarly.

"Um…definitely that one!" I point to the color swatch that he's holding in his left hand that reads "Carnation Pink". We were at Home Depot trying to pick out a color for the nursery.

"I like the rose one." Freddie says, frustrating me. I was 7 months pregnant and I really didn't want to hear what he wanted. At this point, everybody at school, and frankly the whole world, knew about me. I had gotten hate mail from iCarly viewers saying I'm a slut and all that jazz. It sucked, yeah, but for the most part I got through it. This was the first time Freddie and I had been out together with me showing like I was. I mean, I tried to cover up as best I could, but a sweatshirt could only do so much.

"Maybe we should get a yellow…" I suggested, trying to avoid a fight. We had been getting into huge arguments over nothing lately. I knew why, obviously. "I like this one." I held up a "Canary Yellow" color swatch. Freddie's eyes shaped as if he didn't like it. Seriously? "C'mon Freddie! The baby is going to be here in less than two months! She's going to need someplace to sleep, don't you think?"

"Wow, two months…" Freddie said, very quietly. It seemed so surreal. We were really going to be parents. We were going to be responsible for another human life. And for two 16 year olds, it's a lot of weight on your shoulders.

"Yeah, so let's just bring a couple home and see what Spencer and Sam think." I said, grabbing all the swatches that we had picked out and walked away before he could debate. The ride home was awkward, as it usually was. We didn't like talking about the needs of the baby, just the fun stuff. Like names, or what she'll be like or talk like. We loved talking about those things. But when it came to diapers, cribs, and food, it was like war. Trust me, I wish I knew why. We arrived at Bushwell and headed up to my apartment. When we went inside, Sam was on my computer and Spencer was watching celebrities under water.

"Hey, Spence. Can I ask you something?" I asked, sitting down on the couch next to him. It was getting harder and harder to sit down but Spencer was helping me. "Thanks. Anyways, do you like these pinks or this yellow?" I held up all the swatches.

"I like the rose pink." Great, now I get to receive a bunch of lip from Freddie. I looked at him and he shrugged.

"We can do the Carnation Pink of you really want to." I ran over to him, awkwardly, and kissed him. He kissed me back and I resisted the urge to start making out with him. My hormones were going crazy and that's like all I wanted for the past few months. I was like a vampire but didn't want blood, I wanted tongue.

"Thanks Freddie." I said once I stepped back.

"When are you guys going to start decorating?" Sam asked, while still focusing on the computer.

"Probably next week, after we get all of the furniture."

"And how are you going to cough up enough cash to buy it? Cribs and stuff are expensive."

"She's right you know." Spencer said, getting up from the couch to join us by the counter. "Furniture is really expensive and neither of you have jobs."

"Well you said you were going to help us out right?" I asked, panicking. I kind of figured Spencer would pay for all of that stuff, but it was kind of sounding like he wasn't.

"Carly, I'm not the one having a baby. It's your guys' responsibility."

"Spencer, we don't have that much cash! We have $400.00 at most between the both of us!" Freddie yelled.

"Guys, I told you I would help you out but I didn't say I would do everything. You act like I have all this money but in reality, I'm an artist! The pay ain't so good." Our hearts sank. How were we supposed to pay for a baby all by ourselves? We didn't have jobs, neither me nor Freddie received allowance, and the only income I ever make is on my birthday which isn't for another 6 months! And even if we did get jobs, there was no way we would be able to raise enough money in time to buy what we needed for the baby.

"Spencer, what are we supposed to do?" I ask, my voice cracking a little. I tried to hold back tears as best I could.

"I don't know. But you better figure it out soon because you're running out of time. Look, I have to go. I have a business meeting with one of my clients at 3:00. I'll see you guys later." We watched him leave and once he was gone, I broke down. Freddie tried to hold me but I was shaking too hard. Sam sat me down on the couch and comforted me as best she could.

"What are we going to do?" I asked Freddie, my voice uneasy from crying so much.

"I guess I could start looking for a job." Freddie said, hopelessly.

"I guess." I didn't know what else to say. I mean, what could I say?

"Hey, when is your appointment Carly?" Sam asked. I had an ultrasound appointment today. I was excited in the beginning of the day, but the course of events kind of distracted me.

"5:00." I was falling asleep at didn't feel like talking. To be honest, I wanted to be alone, but I couldn't tell them to leave. Once my eyes were closed, I felt Freddie kiss me on the forehead and then I heard them leave. After the door was closed completely, I opened my eyes and headed upstairs to the future nursery. It was completely bland; the walls were gray, the floor carpet was a boring tan color, and there wasn't anything it there besides plastic coverings for the floor. Even though it wasn't much, I started crying all over again just think about what it was going to be. There were going to be toys everywhere, a beautiful white crib just by the window, her name spelled out above it, a changing station, a diaper warmer, everything. It sort of felt weird being excited about having a baby. I was 16 year old girl having a baby with a 16 year old boy. We weren't ready, although we didn't really have a choice. This baby was coming, no matter what.

When 5:00 rolled around I was out. Freddie had to shake me awake, and when I finally did wake up, I wasn't happy. I was dreaming about living in the country, on a farm, and raising my children with my husband. I didn't want to leave that.

"Are you ok?" Freddie asked me on the way to the hospital. I was really quiet and was staring out the window, blankly. "Hello?" He asked again after minutes of not answering.

"Huh?" I turned to him.

"Are you ok?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired that's all." That was not all. I was scared about the future and scared for our daughter's sake. I wanted her to grow up in a stable family, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen, for a while at least.

"Carly, I know you're scared. I am too, but we're going to have to get over it, for her sake." He extended his hand over to my bump. He knew I loved when he rubbed it, and the baby liked it too. She always kicked when he did it, and I loved it when she kicked.

When we got to the hospital, we did our normal routine; tell the lady our names, wait for them to be called, be called, go in, and watch out baby on an unappealing screen which made my eyes hurt, but it was worth it.

"And as you probably already know, that's the head, the arms, the legs…" She rambled on as she normally did. Don't get me wrong, I loved seeing my baby, but today just wasn't a good day. I know I shouldn't be wrapping my head around this too much, seeing that it's just money and somehow we'd find a way to get some, but it was my daughter's future we were talking about. It was a harsh subject. I turned away from the monitor to look at Freddie. Every time we would come to one of these he was always so captivated by the baby. He was mesmerized by her and it was really cute to watch.

When he noticed me looking at him he asked, "What?"

"You're amazing." I simply said. I didn't smile, I didn't frown, I just said it because it was true.

"Well, I try." He jokes, but it wasn't a joke. He was great to stay there with me through this whole process. Not a lot of teen dads did that. I felt really lucky. As usual, after the ultrasound was over, she printed out pictures and told us to come back in another 3 weeks. That would be our last appointment before the baby was born. It was overwhelming. When we returned to Bushwell, Spencer was back, in the kitchen making dinner.

"Hey guys. Up for pizza?" He asked when he noticed us. It didn't really make a difference if we wanted pizza or not, seeing as how he was already making it. Lucky for us, we did.

"Pineapple!" Freddie and I screamed in unison. That was one of the things we had in common. A pizza didn't exist without pineapple.

"So have you guys figured out the money issue yet?"

"No, not yet. But here are some pictures from the ultrasound. You can pretty much see her whole body now. It's amazing." Freddie said, proud of his daughter. I loved when he talked about her, it was so cute.

"Well, I came up with an idea!" Spencer proudly said after he was done looking at the pictures. I couldn't take him seriously with his Kiss the Cook apron and flour all over his face.

"Shoot." I told him, sitting down next to Freddie on one of the stools. I don't know how I managed to get up there, but I was never going to attempt it again.

"Well, you know how people get a bunch of gifts at baby showers?"

"Yeah…?"

"Why don't you guys have one and get a bunch of stuff for the baby! I'll even get you a crib!"

"That's sounds kind of scummy." I said, not wanted to shoot down Spencer's idea, but it seemed wrong to throw a party just for the gifts.

"Actually, it's not." Freddie interrupted. "It's tradition for people to get gifts for a baby shower so it's not like we're stealing from them. That's pretty good Spencer!"

They both looked at me, waiting for my answer. "Sounds good! Let's do it!" I said, and they both jumped for joy. I got off the stool, hugged Spencer, and kissed Freddie. For once, everything was going good.

There you go! I know, not the best but the next chapter is going to have something very very special in it! I'm pretty sure you can guess but please read it and find out! Please please please with a cherry on top reveiw!:))))) Thanks again!