A/N: HELLO PEOPLE! It's been forever since the last time I updated this story… Well, firstly I'm gonna tell you guys that I am NOT dead. I'm just hibernating (what? LOL just kidding…) School's been freakier and freakier and I hardly have the time to write another chapter. No, seriously, I wake up everyday at 5 a.m and get back home at 7 p.m and I don't really have much time to write. But I promise I'm still updating this story!

Secondly, I loved writing this chapter (you'll find out why) and I hope you guys like it as well.

Oh, and BIG THANKS for my awesome beta, Kaitley. I love her very much, you all should go check out her stories!

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Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own iCarly.

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Freddie's POV, Hospital; 9.12 a.m (the next morning)

"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask her for the billionth time.

She rolls her eyes, "Of course I am! Being horribly sick doesn't mean that I can't walk by my own Fredface."

I sigh. "I know. It's just... at least let me hold you."

"Why? You think I'm gonna fall down? Geez, I'm just going to walk around the garden. I'm not that weak," she mutters her last words and stands up, irritated and rolling her eyes.

"No! It's not like that, Sam. I just... I think I just wanna hold you. You know, it's been a long time since I..." I trail off, not sure what to say.

She raises her eyebrows and then smirks. "Well, okay then." She shrugs and grab my left arm, putting it around her waist, and we start walking. Gosh, I've really missed having Sam in my arms like this. "Now c'mon, Mama wants to walk around the garden. Oh, and do you bring my Bolivian Bacon?"

I chuckle. Same old Sam. "Yep. What's so special about it anyway?"

We step into the elevator and it starts moving down. "What's so special about what?"

"The Bolivian Bacon."

She suddenly gasps and pulls away. Her eyes get wide and her mouth is agape. "Freddie? ! Have you not tasted the deliciousness of that holy bacon?"

I slowly shake my head. "No..."

"I swear to god, if I weren't this weak, I would tackle you to the ground right now."

I frown. "Why?"

"Because!" she shakes her head in disapproval and starts walking again—after pulling my arm back to her waist. "It's amazing!" she practically yells, still in shock. "It changes you! No kidding!"

I scoff in disbelief. "Really?"

"Yes, really! It's like, the best thing that would ever come inside your mouth! It melts right there on your tongue and …" she trails off, mouth watering and with a dreamy look on her face.

I roll my eyes and laugh. "I'm sure there's something way better than bacon that melts inside your mouth."

"Like what?"

I don't answer, but I lean down and kiss her lips gently. The next second, she kisses back. And I slowly slip my tongue inside her mouth. She slightly moans and puts her arms around my neck while I put both of my hands on her waist, pulling her closer. After a few seconds, we pull away and I suddenly feel scared and nervous. What a dumb move, I just suddenly kissed her! This is awkward…

She stares at my eyes and then a small smile breaks the surprised look on her face. "Yeah, it is way better than the bacon." she whispers. The elevator door slide open and we start walking to the garden.

I feel relieved that she didn't hate me for kissing her. "So... now what?"

"What?"

"Are we like..." I'm not really sure what to say, so I didn't finish my sentence. I mean, I love Sam very much and I want to live with her. I want to fix all the mistakes I've done in the past, but it's kinda too soon. I just met her a few days ago after 5 years of her sudden disappearance. But it isn't like this is a sudden rash decision. She hasn't left my mind since that moment just a few days ago.

She tilts her head to the side and puts on that 'Sam' look. You know, the 'I'm-thinking-so-don't-bother-me-or-I'll-punch-you-in-the-face' Sam look. "I don't know. Are we...?"

I shrug, "Do you want to?"

"Want what?"

"You know... start it all over?" I say softly.

"Mmm... I don't know. Maybe?" she looks up at me with those eyes.

"Maybe?"

"Maybe..." she repeats, a small smile working its way back onto her face again. Yeah, maybe we can try it again. This time, I won't be the same bastard I used to be. I swear to god, I'll never hurt her. And I'll just pretend that she doesn't have this illness. I'll pretend like everything's just normal. I'll pretend like I will spend the rest of my life with her, and she'll die because she's old, not because of this illness. After all, the doctors can be wrong. There must be a way to save her, to save my angel.

I purse my lips. "Maybe."

"Mmhm." She smiles again, fully this time.

I lean down and kiss her again. Suddenly I hear someone clearing their throat and we (reluctantly) pull away. Oh, it's just Melanie, who's holding Anna in her arms.

"Oh, hey Melanie. Hey little Annie." Sam greets the girls.

"Morning, girlies," I smile. Anna waves at me.

Melanie laughs and puts Anna down. "So, are you guys dating now?"

I can tell that Sam's blushing. "I don't know..."

"You said maybe," I tease.

"Maybe? Just maybe? You guys were making out right in front of me and you're 'maybe' dating?" Melanie rolls her eyes and laughs again.

"So now I have a father?" Anna asks. The three of us look down at her.

"Oh honey, you know that you have a father. If you didn't, you wouldn't be here!" Sam says.

"But you never tell me who he is!" Anna puts her hands on her hips and pouts her lips. Just like Sam.

"But you already know who he is."

Anna smiles widely. "Ha! I was right! Freddie Benson is my dad! That's why you put Benson as my last name!"

Wow. My daughter is adorably smart. And cute. My daughter. That word sounds odd and strange, but I think I like it. I'm a father. Fredward James Benson is a freaking father.

"How did you know, Annie?" Melanie asks, and then raising her eyebrows at us—Sam and I—with an 'I-don't-know-I-never-told-the-girl' look on her face.

She shrugs, "I don't know. My mom says I'm a smart kid. Smart kids know everything."

"Of course, you are one smart little kid," I say as I pick her up and hold her in my arms. It feels so right to have her here. One of the best feelings I've ever had. I play with her hair and she just giggles.

"Awww, now daddy's bonding wif her wittle giiiiiiwwwwl," Melanie baby-talks and Sam just laughs.

We all start walking around the garden. There are a lot of beautiful flowers out here.. there's also a small park for children too. Children… now I have one.

I shrug and smirk. "I haven't been beside her since she was born. Now I'll be here for her forever. Right, Annie?" I kiss her forehead.

Now it's Sam's turn to baby-talk, "Awww, but daddy, what about me?" She makes a puppy dog face.

I laugh, "Don't worry, Mama. This one's for you." I kiss her forehead. She smiles and rests her head on my shoulder.

"Ah, what a cute family. Makes me wanna have one," Melanie sighs happily.

A family? As in husband, wife, and kids?

"A family?" I whisper, glancing at Anna and Sam.

They just smile.

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4.23 p.m

She sighs and turns off the TV. "I'm bored. Entertain me."

Lying on the couch, I roll my eyes. "What do you want me to do, angel?"

"I don't know. Just don't talk about dorky stuff to me." she shrugs. Sam walks towards me and points at me, silently demanding that I should get up. So I obey her command, and she sits on the couch next to me. But then she taps her lap so I lay on the couch with my head on her lap.

"Hmmm," I make a humming sound as I begin thinking something interesting enough to entertain Sam. "Hey, Sam?"

"What?"

"Do you know Harold Atkinson?"

Sam raises her eyebrows and started to ramble: just like she always does when she gets excited. "The Harold Atkinson? Of course I do. He's my favorite director! All his movies are incredible and seriously mind-blowing. He's a genius! What's up with him?"

I grin, "Did you know that… he and I were co-directing a movie that comes out in theaters next week?"

Her jaw hangs open in shock. "What?"

I nod smugly. "Mmhm."

"Wait. So you've met Atkinson, 'create' a movie that I didn't even know he was directing, and the movie is coming out in theaters NEXT WEEK?"

"Yep. And by the way, it's a sci-fi movie called Without Air. It's about what might happen if someday Earth is out of oxygen… and a lot of other stuff like a bit of romance and some scientists' future inventions. I'm not gonna spoil anything."

She gasps, "No way! I've seen the trailer once and it seemed awesome! How could I not notice both of your names as the directors?"

I raise my eyebrows. "You like sci-fi things?"

"Well, duh," she rolls her eyes as if it was too obvious, "if I didn't like sci-fi movies, I wouldn't even fall in love with Atkinson."

"Ah, so now you're in love with Mr. Atkinson, who is basically as old as your grandfather. And now, I guess you're gonna dump me because I'm not as good as him and I don't create mind-blowing movies that could make you fall in love." I fake a sad and disappointed look.

She slaps my chest playfully, "You know it's a different kind of love!"

"Really?"

"Yes it is."

"Prove it."

She leans down and lifts my chin while kissing my lips gently. I kiss back, and a few seconds later she pulls away. "At least I wouldn't do that with him."

I close my eyes and faked a relieved sigh, "Good to know."

She laughs. "I love you, Freddie."

I open my eyes to see Sam, smiling at me like an angel. "You love me?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

She shrugs, "I don't know. But you're one lucky dork who has successfully won Mama's heart."

I chuckle. "Really?"

"Oh, yes really."

I sit up and tap my lap. She lay down with her head on my lap, switching our positions. I gently stroke her hair. Yesterday Melanie told me that Sam had stopped doing chemotherapy, so now her hair is growing normally.

"Freddie?"

"Mmhm?"

"I'm glad you found me," she whispers.

"I'm glad I found you, too," I say. I lean down to kiss her forehead. "And I love you too, my blonde-headed angel."

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The next morning; 8.01 a.m

"… it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. We can't choose who we fall in love with, you know that. And it's not your fault that you fall in love with him, honey… Okay. Okay, I'll see you later. Bye."

I woke up on the couch this morning and immediately ran to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. After that, noticing that Sam was still asleep on her bed, I opened the door to reveal Carly who was talking on her phone.

She had just hung up the phone. Carly stands up, and when she turns around, she is obviously startled and almost drops her phone.

"Whoa, Freddie. I didn't notice you were here."

"Well, I just came out a while ago. Good morning, Carly."

She nods, "Good morning. How's Sam? I heard that you two are dating now."

I smile widely, "Yeah. She's getting way better now. But she's still asleep."

"Oh, okay then, I'll come back here around 10 a.m. And I'm sorry I couldn't come here yesterday, crazy paparazzi," she sighs.

"That's okay."

"So, see you later."

"See you later."

She waves goodbye and walks away.

Things are getting awkward between Carly and me. We just couldn't and still can't be the way we used to be. Our conversations are tensed up, because both of us can't forget our last year in high school without Sam. I still remember the way Carly; the sweet, nice and humble Carly, turned into a whore who spent the weekends getting wasted and slept with almost every senior student in Ridgeway. I think maybe, just maybe, she feels kind of ashamed of her past.

I walk inside Sam's room and walk towards her bed. I kiss her forehead and her eyes flutter open.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

"Yeah, good morning," she mumbles, but then she quickly drifts off back to sleep. I chuckle and kiss her cheek, and then I grab a new newspaper that the hospital gave me earlier this morning.

I notice a small picture on the corner of the front page. It is me and Carly, at the airport. The caption says:

"Carly Shay and Freddie Benson—former host and tech-producer of a famous teen webshow, now a best-selling singer in Europe and a young successful movie director—hiding from the paps in London. A little iCarly trio reunion? But where's Sam? Are Benson and Shay secretly have a secret romantic relationship? Read more on page 11."

This can't be good.

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