Last one, guys :( Thanks for all the nice reviews, they truly and honestly make my day. I might write another story, I dunno. Depends on whether or not inspiration strikes haha. I'm still not sure about this chapter, I re-wrote the ending like, four times. Oh well, I hope you like it.

Sam's POV

I spent the night at the hospital. Freddie stayed too, although I tried to get him to leave. I was exhausted, and I slept like I hadn't slept in years. When I woke up, the sun was streaming through the window, illuminating Freddie, who was sitting in the corner, just looking at Emma, who was sleeping.

"Hey" I said, my voice still groggy from sleep.

He looked up at the sound of my voice and then smiled.

"Good morning, mama" he said, walking over to the bed. He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a baby" I said. Freddie laughed.

"Maybe another baby, but not that baby" he said, nodding his head to the corner where Emma was beginning to stir. "She was up every couple of hours"

"Did you sleep at all?" I asked him. He shook his head sheepishly. I was about to scold him when the door opened. I looked over and saw Paul and Lily poke their heads around the door. Paul was holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

"Hey" they said, walking in. They gave me the flowers, which I put on the table next to the bed, thanking them. Paul shook Freddie's hand and then Lily smothered him in a hug.

"Where is she?" Lily asked. Freddie pointed to the corner, and Paul and Lily walked over slowly. Freddie resumed his position next to the bed and held my hand. Lily reached down and picked up Emma, who had begun to whimper. I saw silent tears stream down her face. She leaned down and gave Emma a soft kiss on the forehead. She then turned and gave Paul a quick kiss.

"Hi baby" she whispered.

I leaned into Freddie's side. He looked down at me and I looked up at him. We smiled at each other and he dropped a kiss on my head. We knew we had made the right decision. It was going to be hard to say goodbye to her, but we knew that the pure happiness on Paul and Lily's faces made it all worth it.

The next day we were all standing outside the hospital, saying goodbye to baby Emma. We all held her one last time – me, Freddie, Carly, Spencer, Freddie's mom, my mom. We then handed her over to Paul, who took her gently.

"Okay, we better get going" he said. I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes but I blinked them away. Freddie saw and he slipped his arm around my waist. I leaned into him, my head perfectly fitting into the indentation in his shoulder.

"Wait" Freddie said. "We have something for her"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, which I knew contained the letters we had written to Emma.

"When she finds out about us… can you give this to her?" he asked, giving the envelope to Lily.

"Of course" she said, taking the envelope and putting it into her bag.

"I think we'll head home now" said my mom, marching everyone away. She turned to Freddie.

"Can you bring Sam home?" she asked him. He looked at me and I nodded.

"Sure" he said. As the others walked away, Freddie and I turned to say our last goodbyes to Emma.

"Bye, baby" I whispered, the tears now spilling over. "I'll miss you" I gave her one last kiss, and then it was Freddie's turn. He bent over and also gave her one last kiss.

"I love you, baby Emma" he said, so softly I almost didn't hear it. He then walked back to where I was standing and put his arm back around my waist. I put my head back on his shoulder. We watched together in silence as Paul and Lily walked away. When they were out of sight, Freddie let go and I stood upright. We began to walk back to the car hand in hand. We both knew that nothing would be the same, even with the baby gone, but that was okay. Maybe it was even better than okay. I thought suddenly of the end of Juno, one of my favourite movies. I know people are supposed to fall in love before they reproduce, I recited to myself, but I guess normalcy isn't really our style. I suddenly thought that maybe it was better that way. Maybe when two people fall in love after they reproduce, it's better. We weren't in love before we reproduced, we weren't even together. And despite that, Freddie didn't bail on me. He didn't have to stick around. He could have left me to go through that by myself, saying that the baby wasn't his. But he didn't. And because of that, I knew now that he would always be there, even when things got hard, because how much harder could they get than this? I knew we could survive anything. I smiled to myself at this thought. Nine months ago, I would have beat the crap out of myself for even thinking that. Now, there was nothing that could make me happier. Maybe that was the reason for this baby. I turned around and saw Paul and Lily's car disappear around the corner. I silently thanked Emma for making me realize that the tech dork was the one for me.

"You okay?" I heard Freddie ask. I turned to face him and I smiled.

"You betcha, Fredward. Come on"

We reached Freddie's truck, which Spencer had driven to the hospital that morning for him. Freddie started the car and we pulled out of the hospital and onto the highway. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the wind was whipping through my hair and there was a really good song on the radio. I closed my eyes and smiled, leaning my head against the car door. I felt free.

Freddie's POV

I looked over at Sam, who was leaning against the side of the car, the sun illuminating her face and her blond curls being blown haphazardly all around her. She closed her eyes, gave a little sigh of contentment and began to smile. She looked radiant and beautiful and perfect, and I couldn't believe she was all mine. I felt the sudden need to touch her, to reassure myself that she was real and that this wasn't all a crazy, twisted dream. Her small hands were resting in her lap, and I reached over and took one of them gently. I was looking ahead at the road, but out of the corner of my eye I saw her open her eyes and look down at our hands, and then she smiled. She began to play with my fingers, twirling them and twisting them lightly in her hand. Suddenly she leaned forward and turned up the radio as high as it could go.

"I love this song!" she shouted over the guitar riff blasting from the speakers. She began to dance in her seat, thrashing her body and waving her arms everywhere, her hair flying. She sang along at the top of her lungs in a clear, sweet voice.

"Come on, Fredward, belt it!" she shouted at me. I knew that any attempt to explain that I had to focus on the road would be scoffed at, so I admitted defeat and began to sing along as well. When the song was over, she turned the radio back down, laughing and out of breath.

"Turn here, Fredward" she instructed me suddenly. I obeyed without question.

"Uh, why?" I asked.

"Because I haven't had ham in two days, which is two days too many, so you're going to buy me some" she said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I couldn't help but laugh to myself. Some things never change.