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8 months and 2 weeks pregnant

I do not own iCarly.

It was Tuesday morning and I couldn't of felt any better. The sun was up and it wasn't raining like it had been the previous week. When I sat up in my bed, I turned my head and saw Freddie still sleeping beside me. He had fallen asleep rubbing my stomach like he did every night. He looked so innocent when he was sleeping, like a little 8 year old boy. I kissed him on the lips, causing him to open his eyes and kiss me back.

"Good morning." I said after we were done.

"Good morning. How'd you sleep? I wasn't crowding you was I?"

"No, you were fine. I like having you sleep over." I cuddled my neck in between his head and shoulder and closed my eyes.

"Well that's good because I'm going to be over here a lot more when the baby comes." He kissed me on my forehead and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. After we had gotten dressed and cleaned ourselves up a bit, we went downstairs, where Spencer was already making breakfast. I took the elevator, due to the fact that I was almost 9 months pregnant and the stairs were a hassle.

"Morning, Spence. What are you cooking?" I ask when the elevator finally arrives. I go and sit on the chair at the table that has a special cushion that the doctor recommended.

"Your favorite, chocolate chip pancakes!" Spencer said excitedly, but his tone changes drastically when he sees Freddie walk down from the stairs. "Did you sleep here last night?"

"Uh…yeah…" Freddie said hesitantly.

"In Carly's room? On her bed? With her?" He hammered questions on him. Freddie stood in place at the bottom of the stairs, not being able to move. His fear kept him glued to the floor.

"I swear we didn't do anything! Besides, what else worse can happen? I mean, she's already pregnant." He tried to make a joke, which, frankly, made Spencer madder.

"That's not funny-"

"Ow!" I scream. A sharp pain cut through the bottom part of my back and lower stomach like a knife. I stood up, trying to ease the pain, but nothing worked. Spencer and Freddie rushed by my side and tried to help me, but there was nothing they could do. After a few more seconds of the agonizing feeling, it subsided and I sat back down, sweating.

"Carly, are you ok? Spencer asked, holding my hand.

"Yeah, I think so. That really hurt." I look down at my belly. I was 8 months and 2 weeks and the doctor said I had atleast 3 more weeks until she was ready to come out. Freddie got down on his knees and rubbed it, calming me down. I kissed him, thanking him, and he went to help Spencer with breakfast.

"So have you guys thought of a date for the baby shower? You're sort of running out of time." Spencer asked while we were eating.

"The 16th of December. So next week." I said. We had painted the nursery last month and Spencer had already bought our crib for us and the room looked rather nice.

"Yeah, everyone is invited! But we have to plan more, you know like the venue, the theme, all of that stuff." Freddie said excitedly. I smiled at his enthusiasm and he smiled back. I was so happy we ended up like this. In the beginning, I never thought we would be here. I thought he would leave me the second he found out I was pregnant. Fortunately, that wasn't the case and he was there for me. It was right at that very moment that I realized-

"Ow!" Another sharp pain interrupted my thoughts. "Spencer, make it stop, please!" I begged. Freddie raced me to the couch and tried to calm me down but I was in too much pain. Spencer started to the 911, but the pain stopped just in time. He hung up and sat by me and Freddie on the couch.

"Carly, I'm pretty sure that's not normal…"

"Obviously!" I didn't mean to sound rude, but c'mon. I have a little leeway, seeing as how I'm frekin' almost 9 months pregnant!

"What should we do?" Freddie asked. His voice was shaking and so were his hands. I could tell he was scared.

"I'm fine, really. It's probably just the baby kicking. I just ate too much, ok? Now can we please make these baby shower preparations?" I asked Freddie impatiently. I didn't want to make a big deal out of this. I knew what they were thinking. Maybe the baby is coming. It's not, I tell myself, it just can't be. I'm not ready yet. I'm not mentally prepared yet to be a mom, even though I've had 9 months to suck it all in. But it's never really real until I see her. And when I do, hopefully I will be ready.

Spencer left at around 5:00 for his date. He had been seeing this girl that he met at a Red Lobster and they have been together no stop for the past 2 months. It's good that he's found someone else to worry about than just me. Freddie and I started working on the baby shower details, but the pain kept coming back. After a while, Freddie thought it was best if I took a nap or lied down, so I did. The feeling still kept stabbing at me, but I was so exhausted from it, that I eventually fell asleep. When I woke up, I was wet. I lifted up the covers and noticed a puddle where my pants were. Oh Crap!

"Freddie!" I screamed, panicking.

"Yeah?" He yelled from downstairs.

"Either I just peed my pants or…" I hesitated.

"Or!" I heard the panic in his voice.

"Freddie, I'm having the baby, NOW!" I rushed out of bed as quickly as I could and changed into something not as…moist. Freddie helped me down the stairs, not being able to wait for the elevator. We hopped into his car and headed to the hospital. This was it.

When we arrived at the hospital, all hell broke loose. The lady at the front desk told us to wait patiently, seeing as how the doctor was busy. Oh boy, I thought.

"Excuse me, but I can't wait! My girlfriend is in labor and needs attention, pronto!" Freddie yelled at the receptionist. She seemed mad and irritable but so did Freddie. It could go either way. Luckily the doctor stepped in just in time.

"Sorry about that. I was delivering another baby." He said in a friendly tone. "Now, you are-"

"Ow!" I scream in pain for the 4th time in the past 20 minutes. This was getting worse. "Please make it go away, please!" I didn't know what else to do, so I screamed, loudly. Everybody in the waiting room stared but I didn't care. The pain was getting bad and I wanted it to be over.

"It's ok Carly. Calm down." Freddie tells me.

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down! I'm in pain that you couldn't even imagine! So shut up Benson and lead me to a frekin bed so I can pop out your arrogant little child!" I screamed. I didn't mean any of it, I just said anything that came to my mind and would get them to take me to room. I guess it worked because they sat me in a wheelchair and pushed me to god knows where. I was paying attention, my eyes were closed and I was falling asleep.

I woke up later in a robe, lying in a bed in a hospital room. It was a private room and Freddie was sleeping next to me in an armchair, holding my hand. I felt dizzy and I was still in pain.

"Freddie?" I try to shake him awake. "Freddie, wake up."

"Hey, sorry." He stood up to kiss me and sat back down.

"What's going on?"

"You're in labor."

No dip Sherlock, I wanted to say, but only because I was uncomfortable and wanted this whole process to be over with. "For how long?"

"For about 2 hours. The doctor said you are about 5 centimeters dilated and he gave you an epidural to reduce the pain of the contractions. You were asleep, but I'm surprised you didn't wake up when he gave you the shot."

"Good, I hate needles."

"I know." He chuckled. *Party Rock is the house tonight! Everybody just have a good time!* Freddie's phone rang. It was Sam, that was the ringtone she had set for her caller ID. "Just a sec." He said, and answered it. "Hey Sam."

"Benson, I'm on my way!"

"Uh, ok? I called you like an hour ago…"

"Yeah, I know but my cat ate my phone so we had to wait for it to…come out…"

"Gross Sam!"

"Calm down I washed it off. Spencer is on his way too. Bye!"

"Later." He hung up. "Sam is on her way and so is Spencer. You're going to be alright, I promise."

"Freddie, I've been trying to tell you something but I don't know how to say it…" I hesitated.

"Just tell me." He sat back down in the armchair and grabbed my hand once again.

"I love you, Freddie Benson. I'm sorry t took me this long to realize it."

He didn't seem surprised or shocked in any way, he just replied, "I love you too."

"Really?" I asked, surprised. I wasn't expecting him to say anything back, but now that he did, Yay!

He chuckled. "Yes, really." He stood up, and kissed me, but I didn't want him to stop. I grabbed his hair and pulled it towards me harder. He didn't seem to mind either, because he climbed onto the bed beside me and we continued kissing. This wasn't the right time, I know, but this was the first time I had ever felt so close to him. Even when we had sex it didn't feel like we were close. It felt like we were really distant and scared. But now I felt as if we had known each other our entire lives, which we had.

We were interrupted by the doctor, awkwardly. "Um, sorry to interrupt, but you have visitors. Shall I let them in?" He asked politely. By that point, Freddie had gotten back into his armchair. A few minutes later, we were joined by Sam and Spencer.

"Carls!" Sam yelled when she saw me. She ran into the room and threw herself on me, not caring that I was in labor. "Sorry! I'm so excited!"

"You're telling me." I said playfully. Spencer scooted in for a hug.

"So, how you doing? You in much pain?" Spencer asked.

"No, I'm better. I had an epidural." I said weakly.

"That's good…" They both said, not knowing what else to say. "Well, we're going to wait in the waiting room. Call us if you need us." Spencer said. They both hugged me, while Spencer also kissed me on the forehead, and headed out to the waiting room.

Hours passed and I was having no progress. After 5 more hours, I was only 7 centimeters dilated. The doctor said he would wait about 10 more hours and if I wasn't ready by then I would have to get a C-section.

"I don't want a C-section!" I begged, crying my eyes out. I read about C-section stories and I didn't want to have stitches or anything.

"I know, Carly, I know." Freddie tried to comfort me. After another 4 hours, it was 4:00AM and Sam and Spencer had gone home to retrieve overnight clothes for everybody. But that was no use, because right after they left, the monitor started beeping very fast and loud.

"What's going on!" I asked, panicking. I watched the doctor's assistant run over to the monitor and examine it. He didn't have a smile on his face.

"Ok, Carly, the umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby's neck and it needs to come out now before it dies of loss of oxygen." The assistant called in the doctor and positioned me, sitting up with my legs spread. They handed Freddie a scrub type robe, hair cap, and gloves. I was panicking and I didn't want to do this anymore.

"Carly, on 3, I need you to push as hard as you can through your bottom, ok?" I nodded, not sure if I was able to do this or not.

"Ok, 1…2…3! Good, good! Keep going!" I pushed as hard as I could and I felt exhausted. Everybody was saying good, but I didn't feel anything happening.

"Carly, you're doing great." Freddie said enthusiastically. After the 4th or 5th push, I felt a huge relief. Freddie started tearing up but I didn't know what had happened. I didn't feel pain anymore and no one was saying anything besides "She's beautiful" and "Congratulations". That could only mean one thing; I just gave birth to my daughter. The doctor asked Freddie to cut the umbilical cord and he gladly accepted. They cleaned her off on top of me and let me hold her. I had never held a baby before, and I didn't know what to expect. It was amazing. She was warm and soft and everything I imagined she would be. She looked like Freddie, like I thought she would. She had a lot of brown hair, surprisingly, but it was only on the top of her head, it wasn't long or anything. I handed her to Freddie and I could tell he was happy. He was dad and I was mom. That was our baby and she was perfect.

"Hi, little one." Freddie said in a cooing voice. He was such a natural parent, I was so jealous. "You are so beautiful." He whispered. "Alaynah Marie Shay Benson, you are the most beautiful girl in the entire world and I love you." He kissed her on the forehead, causing me to cry. I never knew how much being parents changed you. It made you view things in a whole different light. Now besides worrying about the math test coming up or who is going to ask me to the prom, I have to think of my daughter, which I was perfectly ok with.

Freddie handed her back to me and she smiled. I didn't know newborns could do that, but she did. She smiled with her mouth closed and her eyes wide. Her eyes were a beautiful brown color and he skin was a creamy tan. Freddie kissed me and then Alaynah again, as did I. Sam and Spencer came back and cooed over the newborn as well. Everybody was happy and that's how things should stay.

Awwww! Wasn't that cute! I would've had a poll contest or something for names, but I already had one picked out, I hope you liked it!:) Thnaks for reading and I'll try to have another chaoter out by this weekend, but that's only if I have time and I get enough reviews. I need to know you guys like the story if I'm going to continue it. Sooo pleeasssseee review and I'll try even harder to get another chapter out! Oh and I will have a picture of the nursery on my page so please check that out too!:) Thanks again!