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Sam is 4 1/2 months


Neutral POV

After twenty minutes, all three of them were done coloring their masterpieces. They all decided to show the rest of the small group how their pieces came out.

Michael proudly showed Sam and Freddie his paper, which contained several colors and scribbles around it. It still looks good however, just how you'd think a three year-olds coloring would look like.

Sam had drawn a meatball. Just a brown circle and specks of red with the drawing being neatly filled in. Freddie gives her credit because she included other ingredients in the meatball, but it was still just a meatball for him.

Freddie's had drawn grass, a blue sky, a yellow sun, and a purple house with a red door. Michael had been impressed by the drawing, saying that it was really good. Sam had laughed at him for his "creativity" and "originality".

"I'd like to see you draw something like this. It's a masterpiece compared to your drawing." Freddie argued

Sam stopped laughing for a minute to respond to him.

"Hey, mine is totally original. I drew what I wanted and how I wanted it to be. So take that Benson!" Sam retorted

"Oh yeah? Then let's have a draw-off! You and I will go head to head drawing something and Michael can be the judge."

"Then let's do this! Michael, you ready to judge?" Sam asked

"I'm hungry." The three year-old responded

The two adults dropped their battle faces and turned to the hungry child.

"Okay, what would you like to eat, buddy?" Freddie asked.

The young boy contorted his face into its thinking position and thought slowly.

Sam went over to the bag Wendy had left in their care and got the list of food Michael was allowed to eat.

She, very quickly, went over the list.

- Chicken and Rice (Store Brand Only)

- Spaghetti and Meatballs (Tomato Sauce with no garlic)

- Sandwiches (Ham, Turkey, or Chicken. No Crusts, cheese, or toppings.)

- Chicken Noodle Soup (All Types allowed)

- ABSOLUTELY NO DAIRY

Sam turned to Freddie, who was watching Michael with googly eyes, and tapped his shoulder.

She pointed to one of the choices on the list and Freddie nodded his head in agreement.

"Hey Michael, how would you like some Spaghetti and Meatballs?" Sam asked

"Yay! I like 'spisgetti!" He cheered.

"Do you want to help us cook the spaghetti?" Freddie wondered

Michael quickly ran into the kitchen and Sam and Freddie had no choice but to follow him.

He was rummaging the cabinets, pulling out pots and pans, all the while causing a mess in the usually neat kitchen. Sam went around picking up whatever Michael was laying on the floor. She placed the various pots on the stove and counter. Freddie was helping Michael pick out ingredients from the fridge and handing them to Sam to set up.

Sam filled the largest pot with water and placed it on the burner to boil. She began to set up ingredients for the sauce as well. She remembered the recipes that Spencer had used to make Spaghetti Tacos and was trying to replicate them.

Freddie had distracted Michael with the television to leave Sam in peace in the kitchen. She was quietly standing and putting tomatoes into the blender along with several spices.

By the time Michael had left the kitchen and settled down quietly, the water had boiled and Sam had placed a pile of Angel Hair Pasta into the water to cook. She poured the sauce into a smaller pot and left it to simmer down.

She left the kitchen and sat next to the two boys on the couch. Freddie wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders and patted Michael on the head with the other.

"What are we watching?" Sam asked

"It's a documentary about the making of Galaxy Wars. Michael picked it out." Freddie answered

"I like Galaxy Wars. It's my faaavorite mooovie!" Michael exaggerated.

"Well, then it's a wonderful thing to watch." Sam answered

She punched Freddie in the arm and unwrapped herself from his grasp. Freddie rubbed his soon-to-be bruised arm and pouted.

The thereof them continued to watch the documentary, with Michael and Freddie narrating what they knew. Sam tried to look and seem interested, for Michael's sake, but failed as she soon feel asleep one the couch


She woke up with a start. She sniffed the room and found that it smelled like burnt food.

Why does it smell like that? Did I forget some-?

Sam quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, but it was too late.

The water had boiled over and landed on the floor in a big pile. The pasta was a mess, all clumped together at the bottom of the large pot. The sauce had caused a mess on the stove top and was burnt onto the pot.

Sam looked over the mess and sighed. They wouldn't be eating pasta tonight.

She went to her room and grabbed a box from under her bed. It contained another box and that contained another box. The last box was marked in bright red letters.

EMERGENCY MONEY: TO BE USED FOR FOOD ONLY

She had started keep the money since she had started dating Freddie. It was change given to her over the years. She hadn't added anything new since the shopping spree with the girls earlier in the year. She counted it and saw that it was enough to take the three of them to dinner.

She went outside and spoke loudly.

"How about we go out to eat? I think it will be a nice way to welcome Michael, don't you think so Freddie?"

Freddie looked at Sam confused but caught on when she glared at him.

"Yes, we should. And let's let Michael pick. Michael, where do you want to go?"

"Let's go to Annie's!" Michael said happily

Freddie and Sam smiled; Annie's was one of their favorite restaurants.

They put Michael in the car seat Wendy had left with them and left the house.


They had arrived to restaurant very quickly and found a table to sit and eat.

Freddie and Sam had ordered Spaghetti and Meatballs for all three of them and they began to talk as soon as the waiter had left to the kitchen.

"So Michael, tell us about yourself." Freddie said to the three year old

"My name is Michael. I'm three, my birfday's August 13th. My mommy brought me from China. And I love my mommy." He said slowly

Sam smiled at him and he joined in her smile.

"What do you like to do Michael?" She asked

"Coloring, building, drawing, napping."

"Me too! I love napping. Especially since I've started carrying this baby." Sam interrupted

Michael's eye opened wide and he stared at Sam's belly.

"There's a baby in there?" He asked.

Sam and Freddie nodded.

"Yup, I'm like four and a half months along. In about four more months, me and Freddie will have a baby too." She said, looking at Freddie lovingly

"I want a brother. So I have someone to play with." Michael said

"Well, if we have a boy, we'll let you play with him sometimes." Freddie answered

The waiter came by with their drinks and food soon after Freddie spoke to Michael. He placed the spaghetti in front of each of the customers and places their drinks with them. Freddie thanked the waiter as Michael and Sam began to eat their spaghetti.

"Hey Michael? Do you want some parmesan?" Freddie asked as he was pouring some on top of his spaghetti.

"Nope, I'm allergic. Mommy says I can't have cheese or I'll get sick." He answered

"Really? I've never met someone who has allergies to cheese. Do you get all sick and everything?" Sam asked

"Sam!" Freddie exclaimed

"What? I'm just curious about his allergies." She responded.

Michael laughed as the couple was silently arguing.

"You guys are funny." He said finally

The two stopped fighting and laughed with Michael. Sam began eating her spaghetti again and Freddie did the same. The rest of the dinner was spent telling Michael stories about when they were younger. Michael enjoyed hearing about iCarly and their various skits for the show. They had promised to show Michael the videos when they got home.


Michael didn't make it home awake however. The dinner, movie, and coloring had tired the small boy out and he had fallen asleep in the car on the way back.

Sam had carried him in while Freddie ran ahead and set up the couch to make somewhat a bed for the small child. He stayed sleeping for the rest of the night, only waking up to go to the bathroom once and knocking out right after.

Wendy came home around seven. She apologized to the couple for being so late.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't get out of work until 5:30, and then I got stuck in traffic. How was it here? Was he good?" Wendy asked

"He was a little angel. We colored, watched some lame documentary, and we took him to Annie's to eat." Sam answered.

Freddie was packing the bag that Wendy had brought for them. They hadn't used most of the things but Freddie thought it would be good manners that they left it like they had gotten it.

"Was it the documentary about the making of Galaxy Wars? Honestly, I don't know where the kid got it. I've only watched the movies once and then he's in love with them." Wendy said, chuckling

"Yup, the very same documentary. I thought he was too young to understand it."

"Here you go Wendy. I got the bag ready for you." Freddie answered

"Thanks Freddie. Could you guys help me carry Michael out to the car? I can't hold the bag and him at the same time." Wendy asked

"Yeah, I'll carry him." Freddie offered.

They three of them started heading out to Wendy's car, which was parked very near the door. Wendy placed the bag in the front seat of the car and opened the back door. Sam placed the car seat in there as Wendy took him from Freddie's arms. She placed him in his car seat and hugged the two.

"Thank you for babysitting him. I need some help sometimes and you guys are like angels from above." Wendy thanked.

"No probs. If you ever need anymore help, we're here for you." Sam answered

"Thanks again. I have to go now before Michael wakes up. Bye!" Wendy said as she waved and got in her car.

Freddie and Sam waved as Wendy took off in her car.

"Well, I think that went well." Sam said as they went inside

"I think so too. We are totally able to take care of a three year old child." Freddie responded

"Well let's go take care of our kitchen. I may or may not have made a mess in there." Sam said

"How big is it?" Freddie asked, a worried look taking over his face.

"Not that big if we have a mop."

"We don't have a mop."

"Oh, then we're going to need a lot of towels."

She and Freddie made it to the kitchen to deal with the mess left from the earlier failed cooking attempt.

Some of the spilled water had dried but there was still a puddle where dry floor should've been. The pot was messy, but still could be cleaned in the dishwasher.

Freddie sighed and left to get towels while Sam grabed the pots and brought them over the sink to clean. She dumped the remaining water and grabbed a trash bag and scooped out the burnt pasta.

Freddie came back and layed two towels over the puddle of water.

"You know, we should take cooking lessons." Freddie said

Sam looked at him strangely.

"Cooking lessons? I work at a bakery. I know how to cook." Sam argued

"You know how to bake. No one is going to argue that your cupcakes are the bee's knees. But when it comes to cooking, we both lack. I can't cook and you can only cook really fancy food."

"And what's wrong with fancy food? You don't seem to argue when you're eating my prime rib." She responded.

"I don't argue because when you do cook it, it's for a special occasion. But day to day, it's either frozen foods, take-out, or sandwiches."

"Is this just because the pasta came out bad? Because it was YOUR Galaxy Wars movie that made me fall asleep and forget about the food."

"No, I'm just thinking that since we're going to be feeding another mouth in a couple of months, we should start thinking about feeding ourselves more than that. He's going to need more than frozen foods."

Sam looked back at the pot she was washing and away from her husband. It was so like Freddie to think ahead. She didn't need the lessons, but if they made Freddie happy…

Their child was going to eat more than what they were eating now. It made do with their jobs, but what about when the baby was here? One of them was going to have to stay home and that someone was going to have to handle the household.

"Fine, we can take the cooking classes. We'll learn something I already know."

"Thank you Sam. I know that you didn't enjoy making that choice." Freddie said

"Yeah, yeah, you just better hope that these classes don't stink."

"They won't. I'll look for really good ones."

"You better. If all we learn is how to boil water, I'll throw a fit."

"It's okay, I'll do the same."

"Can we leave this 'til the morning? I'm bored already."

"Sure, no one's going to sneak in here for anything. Let's go watch TV."

"No documentaries. I let that slide because Michael was here, but when it's just you, that stuff doesn't slide."

"No documentaries, I got it."

The two left the kitchen half-clean and went into the living room. They settled into the couch and found that there was a Girly Cow marathon on the television. Sam settled into Freddie's chest and he instinctively wrapped his arm around her.

"I'm going to miss this. The quiet around the house, the fact we can sit down and relax." Sam said, placing her arms around her growing stomach.

She was showing, very noticeable from up close. She had been asked whenever she was shopping how far along she was. She had also been told that she looked farther along than four months. Freddie said that she looked fine, especially since any hints of nausea and morning sickness had disappeared very early.

"We'll get them back soon. Let's enjoy what we have left."

"I love you." Sam said as she reached up to kiss Freddie.

"I love you too."

They stayed watching the marathon until they fell asleep and stayed on the couch for the rest of the night.


Author's Note:

I think this is the longest chapter I've written for this story.

I'm so sorry about the wait. I'm having writer's block for some of my stories.

Good news is that I've planned for the next couple of chapters. I just have to write them out.

Big surprise coming with the next chapter!

It'll be up in a week or two, so I hope you'll be okay!

Thanks so much for reading this story.

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-Cali-447