Thank you, everyone, for favoriting, reviewing, and reading this story. It was fun writing it, and Now, I'm hungry. So enjoy the chapter, and I'm seriously considering doing maybe a sequal of some sort to this story, but I have to finish another sequal to Morningside. I love my new icon, I found it on deviantart or however you spell it. Then I updated my myspace page, which I rarely use. If you want to look for me, I'm Kymberlee, I'm the only Rucks, I think, with that name. I was too lazy to find all my friends, so I should probably get to that. They told me to friend them when I got on myspace, and that's was a while ago.
It's June the 2nd, 9:00 in the morning, and Sam and I are in the kitchen getting ready to eat. She's staring at me expectantly, I can feel it. I'm cooking her a healthy breakfast like I've been doing every morning since I found out she was having our baby. Whenever I didn't feel like getting up to make something to eat, I just thought of our baby and words like Little Debbie and Hostess would pop in my head. I got up then.
So today's breakfast is wheat toast, with a little bit of butter and jelly, eggs lightly seasoned, sausages, and ham. I had to stack it up on her plate to a certain amount, but ham wasn't really supposed to be on the menu, I was just tired of her chanting it behind me.
"Here you go, SweetTart, breakfast is served."
"Thank God, I'm starving!"
She immediately dug into it, and I sat across from her and started eating. I occasionally stared at Sam while I ate. Sometimes it was still hard for me to believe. Sam is my wife, and she's having our baby. I used to run away from her all of the time, and now I sleep in the same bed with her. I still ran at times, but still… I'm married to Sam.
"Uh, Freddie."
I snapped out of my thoughts, "Yeah?"
I notice the discomfort on her face and frowned. She looked as if she was in pain or something. I'd never seen Sam in pain, so I wouldn't know her look of pain, but from my past bully experiences, yeah, that was pain.
"Ow!"
"Sam, is something wrong?"
What a stupid question on my part.
"I know," she said, taking a pause for the pain, "just ask me that question."
"Oh my God."
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Ugh, Freddie, you're such dork!"
"You can't be in labor! We still have a week! It's too soon!"
"I don't think we have a week!"
I opened the drawer near the sink and pulled out a book Pregnancy: The Expected and Unexpected. I've been keeping pregnancy books all around the house.
"Okay, okay, don't panic!"
I opened the book looking for the E's. Sam was glaring at me the whole time, but I didn't notice.
"Ah! Early labor. Early labor when close to the due date-"
"Fredward Benson," she growled, "I swear if you read anymore of that instead of driving me to the hospital, I will kill you."
How could I forget that? I dropped the book and ran over to her.
"Okay, let's get you to the car."
I grabbed her arm and gently walked her to the door. She snatched her arm away from me.
"I am not some weak chick who can't walk, Frednerd. I just need you to drive me."
The pregnancy book Acts of the Expecting Mother, said there'd be snappiness.
Eventually, after another moment of pain, which I timed, we got her into the car. She made me run back in and grab her plate so she could eat along the way, then finally, we were on our way to the hospital. Let me just tell you, I read a ton of pregnancy books, and all thirty of those books did not fully prepare me for the real thing. I frantically called Carly, Spencer, my mom, and Sam's mom who said she'd call the rest of their clan.
When we got to the hospital, Sam stayed in the car trying to finish her food, and practically yelled at me to go get a wheel chair. She may have been having contractions, but she wasn't in too much pain to yell at me. I ran inside, not wanting the rath of Sam, though I did feel guilty for leaving her out there. I looked around the doors, but couldn't find a single one.
"Sir? Is there something I can help you with," a guy asked me. He was shorter than me by a few feet, and dressed in blue scrubs.
"Yeah, my wife is in labor, and I need a wheel chair!"
"Okay," he replied calmly, "I think we have one around the corner over here."
How could he be so calm? My wife was in labor and eating toast in the car!
He ran outside with me, pushing the wheel chair, to the car. Before I got there, I saw Melanie and her husband Hunter helping Sam out the car against Sam's wishes. She's so independent.
"Mel, I can get out of a car by myself!"
"Well, Sam, you're in labor!"
"I don't have to deal with your-"
"Gosh, Sam you're so-"
When I finally got to the car, they were both yelling at each other and Hunter was looking at me apologetically. Sam was in labor, standing up straight arguing with her sister. I sighed.
"Sam, let's go," I said.
Hunter grabbed onto Melanie's arms and pulled her back so I could get to Sam. Both of them were still arguing.
"Ow!, Holy mother of meatloaf!"
I looked over at the nurse.
"Okay, let's get you inside, Miss," he said.
Sam sat in the wheelchair and let him wheel her in as Hunter, Mel and I followed.
"The sooner we get you inside, the sooner we can-"
"Give me drugs?"
"No," I rejected, "We want a natural birth."
"She's ain't comin out of you, ya nub!"
I pinched the bridge of my nose. I couldn't deny that. She was basically doing all the work.
When Sam was in her room, medicated as much as possible, which still hurt her a little, and it was almost time to push, Sam was not a very happy camper. Some things I can't exactly tell you word by word, cause something's people don't need to hear. Especially young ears. Let's just say Sam tried not to, but she cussed. A lot. There are a few moments I can tell you about, like when she threw a cup of ice chips at me, and poured another down my shirt.
//11:48//
"After this, I never want to see you again."
I simply nodded, I knew she was just a little out of it from the drugs and the hormones and everything.
"You suck."
"You're beautiful," I countered.
"See," she pointed out, "You always do that. I call you names and if I feel really crappy or something, you comment about my looks, or my evilness."
A nurse in the corner chuckled. I smiled.
"Because if I comment with the truth, you I can't stress you out even more. You know you're beautiful, and you know that you're a crazy, evil she demon."
Sam rolled her eyes and smirked.
"Whatever. Why can't I get that thing with the but-"
"Sam," I warned
"Awe, you're no fun."
She did a sharp intake of breath from the on again, off again pain she felt.
"You okay?"
"No, I'm not okay! This is some painful chiz, you dip-thong!"
I looked down at my feet, guiltily, until I felt something cold pelt at me head. I looked up at Sam and her now empty cup.
"Sam!"
"Sam!" she mocked me, "Get over it, cause when I'm pushin your kid out, Every mean comment I have is gonna go straight to you."
"Sam, I-" I gasped when she poured another cup of ice down my shirt.
"Ah! Sam!"
"The least you could do is entertain me until she decides to come out!"
// //
There was also the part when I found out that Sam never changed her last name.
//12:05//
"Mrs. Benson, how are you feeling?" a nurse asked..
"What did you call me?"
She frowned at the nurse..
"Sam, no," I said soothingly, "Calm down, she didn't mean- wait a minute, you did change your last name to mine, right?"
Sam turned and looked at me innocently.
"Huh?"
"Sam."
"Well-"
"I thought you had your last name changed!"
"I never got around to it. So much stuff came up."
"Like what?"
"Like that… thing."
"Food. Food is what came up."
"Well, ow, ugh, every time I went I had to drive by the bakery, and there was cake and pie, and cookies, and-"
"I get it."
I sighed and took out my phone to make myself a reminder.
'Go with Sam next time to change name.'
// //
Yeah, there was no other part, but the best part had to have been meeting our daughter.
//1:02//
"And it's a beautiful baby girl," the doctor announced.
Right then and there, had to have been one of the best moments in my life, besides meeting Sam, kissing Sam, marrying Sam, basically any big moment that involved Sam.
"Sam, she's amazing."
I didn't here her respond, and I didn't want to take my eyes off of our baby girl.
"Sam?"
Eventually I heard her groggy voice.
"Yeah?"
"We have a daughter."
"I know. I was there."
After they cleaned her off, and wrapped her up, they handed her to Sam. They asked if we wanted them to talk to our families but we declined and were eventually left alone with our daughter.
"She's chubby."
"Well," I replied, "Someone ate a lot."
"Shut up."
Sam motioned for me to hold her, and I gladly accepted. She was a bit on the heavy side. The first thing I notice when I looked at her face was her eyes.
"She has your eyes," I told Sam.
"Yeah, well she has your hair."
I grinned.
"We should go tell everyone," I said, "I'm sure you mom can't wait to covert her into one a junk food addict."
Sam laughed, "She'd have to beat your mom with her anti bacterial diapers."
There was a moment of silence where we just started at the blue eyed, brown haired girl in the room.
"We should name her before we tell everyone."
I nodded in agreement.
"Well, I say her last name should be Benson."
She laughed, "Okay. I say her first name be Katlyn with a 'K'."
That was a tug at the heart strings.
"You want to name her after my grandmother?"
"Oh," she replied casually, "That is your grandmother's name, isn't it?"
I just smiled. Of course she would down play it.
"So does our child have no middle name?"
"No, she has one. I've already decided on that."
"Well do tell Princess Puckett."
"I was thinking that since it's just you and me, and we need three for the iCarly gang to be complete, her middle name should be-"
"Carly," I agreed, "It's perfect. Katlyn Carly Benson."
Katlyn wasn't our only child. We had triplets about four years later. Brown eyes, blonde hair and each of them look just like Sam, where Katlyn looks like me. Michelle is the only one I actually understand, besides her eating habits, she acts just like me. Elizabeth acts just like Sam and Francine. Well, we believe there was some sort of thing where she acts as a cross between my mom, and Sam's mom. She scares me sometimes. What's really scary is that she actually scares Sam. As for Katlyn, she's Sam's little girl, and comes to me only when Sam is unavailable.
Looking back on everything, from the first time I met Sam up to now, I'd have to give thanks to her hair. The blonde unruly hair was what first drew me to her. The first thing I ever said to her was 'You have pretty hair.', come to think of it. In response, Sam kicked me in the knee and took my lunch box. I sat there at lunch and ate the apple which she ever so generously let me have, while she ate my ham sandwich.
I probably would've never met Sam had it not been for me liking her hair. So I probably would've never kissed her. Had I not kissed her, I wouldn't have wanted to kiss her again, or make out in front of a classroom with her. Liking her blonde, unruly hair led to me asking her out live on iCarly, her dating me, her agreeing to become my girlfriend. Then she accepted my promise ring pops, and eventually the ring, which she wears on a chain around her neck. I popped the question, and she said yes. When she fell asleep, I left the room and did a dance, which I won't speak of; and finally, we had kids. Strange, but sweet kids. All girls, and luckily, they're 10, 6, 6, and 6. I may actually start acting like Sam the second they want to start dating. Some snot nosed brat wanting to date my little girl. Sam did offer me a shot gun, but I think it was a joke.
So Sam and I are happily married with four kids. How? It was the blonde, unruly hair.
So that's the end of the story, and the way I came up with three girls was a computer game. I originally planned on them having one kid after Katlyn, but after I did all the traits for therir second daughter there was another kid, then another, all girls. Francine was born with the insane trait, I didn't choose that. She wore her bathing suit to bed. I could actually see them with a crazy kid.