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3 weeks old.

Minor sexual content.

I do not own iCarly.

"Please stop crying, Alaynah." I begged my daughter, bobbing her up and down, also trying to heat up a bottle. It was 4:00 in the afternoon and Freddie should've been home by now. He usually came straight home after school, but today he told me he was picking up more diapers or something. I wasn't really listening when he told me. When I heard the words "I won't be home on time", I sort of zoned out and ignored him out of annoyance. He was so lucky. He got to have a life; he wasn't affected by this whatsoever. I, on the other hand, had to sacrifice everything; my education, my friends, my body, and even my future. It wasn't fair.

"Hey Carly." Freddie said as he strolled in casually with two new bags of diapers. We were using our saved up money for supplies for Alaynah, which was running short. "Hi, Allie!" He said in a cooing voice. He took her from my hands and she immediately stopped crying. "Awww, that's my girl."

"How do you do that?" I asked annoyed.

"Do what?" He kissed me on the cheek and headed over to the bottle that I was warming up, picked it up and started feeding her. He was such a natural father. It got on my nerves.

"That bottle wasn't warmed enough!" Lately, I had been irritable and mad when he got home. He didn't understand, always saying stuff like "Try going to school for 8 hours" or "Alaynah is a sweetheart. I would gladly watch her all day". But he was never here when she wasn't a sweetheart. No matter what I did, she always cried. I would change her, feed her, hold her, but she would still cry. And then when Freddie got home, he would take her and she would just stop crying. It made me feel like I was a bad mom, or she didn't like me.

"Carly, its fine. She seems to like it." He said, not even looking at me, but down at the infant in his hands. He made his way over to the couch and continued feeding her there.

"I know how she likes her milk! I'm with her every frekin' second of the day!" I said, my patience lowering. All of a sudden, she stopped drinking and bursted out crying. Damn it! "Give her to me." I rushed over to the couch and grabbed Alaynah with no hesitation and went upstairs to put her in her crib (A/N: The link to a picture of the nursery is on my profile. Check it out!). Freddie followed me to the nursery. I had closed the door slightly, and he was looking through the crack. I sang her to her lightly, turned on the crib mobile, and left quietly. That was the only time I ever got her to cooperate with me, nap time. I walked past Freddie, who was still staring at Alaynah through the door but then followed me back downstairs where I started cleaning up.

"Carly, I'm sorry I made you upset. I didn't mean-"

"Please be quiet." I simply said with no specific tone. I didn't even look up at him, just continued cleaning off the counters and putting all of the bottles in the dishwasher. After I finished, I went to take a shower. I hadn't taken one in days and I was disgusted with myself. When I was pregnant, I never thought it would be like this. I thought Freddie and I would be together all day, not one of us here and the other there. It was a hassle and it was draining our relationship dry. The only time we ever talked was when we were fighting. For some reason, I thought this would be easier. It is easy to think about something, but when it's here, that's a different story.

When I got out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a robe and my hair in a towel, and went downstairs. I saw Freddie working on his calculus homework, wearing his reading glasses. I remember thinking that he looked totally hot in those. I still did, you know, think that, but I didn't have the energy to pursue it any further. I sat down next to him and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled but didn't turn and I went to the kitchen to make dinner, something I had been doing for the past 3 weeks. Spencer did it sometimes, but lately he had been spending a lot of time with his girlfriend, who I had yet to meet.

"Freddie, I'm sorry for snapping. It's just, being cooped up in the apartment all day gets me irritated."

"Don't worry about it." He said, still focusing on his homework.

"Can you watch the water and tell me if it starts boiling? I'm going upstairs to get dressed." He nodded and I ran upstairs. I put on my too big for me Ridgeway basketball sweatshirt (Freddie's), some plaid pajama pants, and my SpongeBob slipper boots. As I started to head downstairs, I heard Alaynah start to cry. I rushed in, trying to stop it from getting any louder so Freddie didn't hear, but it didn't work. As soon as I picked her up, she cried louder and harder. I heard steps coming closer and then Freddie's face appeared in the doorway, without his glasses.

"Is everything ok?" He asked with a worried look on his face.

"Yes, Freddie. I do this all day without your help!" I screamed, causing Alaynah to cry even harder. "I'm sorry, I wasn't talking to you, I'm sorry." I snuggled her closer but it didn't do any good. Then I heard something downstairs. It sounded like water…. "Freddie, the water on the stove!" I panicked. He ran downstairs and immediately turned the burner off. I followed him, Alaynah in my hand, and frowned at him. He stared at me hopelessly, a sorry hanging from his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. I could tell he was scared and sorry but I didn't have any sympathy. Alaynah had stopped crying for a moment but then started right back up.

"Here, let me-" He started, but I interrupted him.

"Don't you think you've done enough?" I asked harshly. I changed Alaynah quickly on the couch, using the unopened bag of diapers Freddie never put away. After I was done, I put her into the bouncer and cleaned up the kitchen once again.

"Please let me help." Freddie said, trying to make everything better.

"Just go do your homework or something. Leave me alone." I was on the break of crying and he knew it. He grabbed the mop I was using out of my hand and leaned it against the wall. "Freddie, give it back!"

"No." He took my hands into his, and pulled me in for hug. I resisted at first but then fell into him, crying. I was overwhelmed and scared but I didn't want him to know it. He held me closer and closer until I had cried my last tear. When I looked up, his nose and eyes were red, indicating he was crying too. I stood on my toes and kissed him. It didn't last long, but it was long enough.

He cupped my face in his hands and said, "I love you."

"I love you, too." Just then, Spencer walked in. Freddie dropped his hands to his sides and turned to face Spencer.

"Hey guys. What goes on?" He asked playfully. He glanced at Alaynah and did a funny face, causing her to smile, as usual, but then proceeded closer to us.

"Nothing, just cooking dinner." Freddie said, trying to stand in front of the huge puddle but Spencer noticed anyway.

"I'm not even going to ask." He said amused and went into the cabinet containing cereal and made himself a bowl. "So how was school today Fredward?"

"School was school. Kind of getting sick of it though. Can't wait for spring break." (A/N: By the way if you are wondering, Carly got pregnant in August, when school first started. She gave birth at 8 months and 2 weeks, making it now the start of April. I know, I skipped Christmas, I'm sorry.)

After dinner, I finished cleaning the kitchen, with the help of Freddie, and sat down and helped him with his calculus, even though I had no idea what I was doing.

"You're cute when you're trying to prove you are right, you know that?" He chuckled.

"I'm always right, Benson. Get used to it." I joked. It was 10:00PM and Alaynah was still in her bouncer, but she was sleeping. I was dreading having to carry her upstairs, seeing as how every time I do, she wakes up and acts like it's frekin' WWII.

"Yeah, ok." He said in a sarcastic voice. I threw his calculus book out of his hand and climbed on top of him.

"For instance, I know that you want me." I leaned in and kissed him fiercely. He grabbed my back and pulled me harder against him.

When we came up for air, he said, "Well what do you know, you are always right." We both smiled and continued kissing. He took my sweatshirt off, unveiling only my bra. I saw the surprise on his face but didn't want to stop. I grabbed his face and kissed him again. He flipped me over and now he was on top of me. I removed his shirt and started feel his around his abs. I had never noticed them before, not even when we had sex. I guess I was too nervous. I found the zipper to his pants and started to unzip them, but, of course, Alaynah started crying again. To be honest, I had kind of forgotten she was still there. Freddie jumped off of me and rushed over the Alaynah, taking his shirt and buttoning it on the way over.

"Aw, Allie, I'm sorry." He said, once again in that cooing voice that got on my last nerve. I found my sweatshirt and put it back on, then went upstairs, which Freddie didn't even notice. After another 10 minutes, I saw him with Alaynah going into the nursery through the crack of my door. I hated to admit it, but he actually was a good dad and I was happy to have him. When she was finally asleep, he made his way to my room and into my bed with me.

"Sorry about that. Babies have the worst timing." He said jokingly. He tried turning my body to face his but I resisted. "What's wrong?" He asked confused.

"Nothing. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."

"Carly, are you honestly mad at me for this? For going to take care of our daughter?" I didn't like his tone.

"Excuse me?" I stood up, closed the door, turned the light on, and sat back in the bed. "I have the right to be mad at whoever and whatever I want!" I whisper yelled so Alaynah wouldn't hear. "I am at this house all day with no one except our child who doesn't seem to like me very much and finds anything to cry over. All I ask for is a little attention and you can't even give me that!"

Freddie POV

"I am at this house all day with no one except our child who doesn't seem to like me very much and finds anything to cry over. All I ask for is a little attention and you can't even give me that!"

I could tell she was mad and tired and scared. I couldn't blame her. Allie didn't seem to act the same way around her as she did me. I didn't know what it was, but I felt bad for Carly.

"I know, Carly. I'm sorry. But we can't have this discussion every single day. I know you're tired, I know you're stressed, and I know you're irritated. But I can't change that. Someone needs to stay here and take care of Allie. We can't afford daycare. I would stay here myself, but I'm also looking for a job and if I get one and you were in school, you would have to drop out again and stay home. I'm not going to put you through that."

She stared at me and I could tell she agreed but didn't really want to. She turned off the light and laid back down in bed. I thought she was mad but after a couple minutes of silence, she turned her body in the dark and snuggled close to me. I took her in closer and we fell asleep peacefully, for the first time in weeks.

I know Sam isn't in this chapter and no one besides Carly and Freddie (and a little bit of Spencer) are in it, but I needed this chapter to be mostly about them and how they are adapting as teen parents. Hope you liked it! I'll try to update soon!:) Please please review!