I own nothing because if I did Brad would be back in the picture, come on Dan get that boy back.
Sam's 25 weeks pregnant
Chapter 12
"This one's nice," Freddie said motioning to a crib.
"Just pick one," Sam said obviously tired.
"Sam this is a big decision, this is the crib our daughter is going to spend her first night at home in."
"She'll probably spend it with us in our bed trying to get her to stop crying," Sam said but Freddie wasn't listening and was running over to a rack of clothing.
"Oh my God Sam look at this!" He said holding up a galaxy wars onesie.
"No," Sam said. "There is no way in Hell I'm letting that touch my baby."
"I'm getting it," Freddie decided.
"Please no," Sam begged holding her hands together.
"She is going to look so cute in this," he said.
"Then you can take her out in it and lie about who the mother is." Sam continued down the aisle checking everything out but seeing nothing that would suit her child
"Wanna go to hardware heaven?" Freddie asked coming up behind her.
"Why would I willingly want to go into hardware heaven?"
"To pick a color to paint her room, it's still that beige color it was when we moved in."
" Fine," Sam said following him out of the store.
"Pink?" Freddie suggested as they picked up paint cards.
"You did not just ask me that," Sam said shaking her head in disbelief.
"Well what color do you want it to be?"
"Believe it or not I have been thinking about this for a while now," Sam said reaching for a card on the top row.
"No, we are not painting it meatball brown or black."
"No," she laughed, "the walls will be light purple with flowers drawn on the bottom like a garden." Freddie started laughing.
"What?" Sam demanded.
"Nothing," he said wiping his eyes, "you just really have thought about this."
"Well I'm not a completely terrible mother," Sam pulling out purple and brown cards.
"Make you a deal," Freddie said taking them from her. "I'll go home and get Spencer and Brad to help me paint it if you stay here and pick the furniture."
"Alone?" Sam asked.
"I'll ask Spencer if Sasha can come."
"Then I'll call Carly, food court?"
"Food court," he agreed taking her hand and after buying the cans of paint left for food. Carly met Sam there forty minutes later and Freddie left with the paint.
"Sasha will meet us in the store soon," Carly said checking her messages. Sam led her to the crib section and held out her arm.
"As godmother I am dubbing you the opportunity to choose the crib," Sam said.
"Godmother?" Carly asked looking up at her.
"Well of course," Sam said.
"Sam," Carly choked out throwing her arms around her neck and hugging her tightly.
"Alright Carls, will you please just pick one?" While Carly stood there looking them over Sam met Sasha at the door and the two looked at changing tables.
"Don't get a colored one," she warned. "It needs to be gender and color neutral, to use again if your next is a boy."
"Next?"
"I know you don't think you want another now but in a year or two you're going to miss the midnight wakeup calls." She decided on a plain one with drawers that matched the hardwood floor and came with a purple changing pad, and a dresser to match it.
"I picked one, and don't worry it was pretty cheap," Carly said. "But you'll have to choose the bedding." Sam chose dark purple bedding (pic in profile along with the crib).
"Freddie's mom already got me a rocking chair, well it used to be in Freddie's room but it's nice," Sam said. They paid and the employee told them their delivery guys can have it delivered tomorrow. They returned to the Benson apartment to find three paint splattered men on the couch drinking.
"Hey babe," Brad said keeping his eyes on the football game they were watching.
"You look great hon," Spencer murmured cringing as the opposing team scored.
"I love you," Freddie said not bothering to turn around.
"Did you finish Sam asked kneeling beside Freddie trying to get his attention.
"wha? Oh yeah check it out," he said waving her off to the other room.Sam entered, followed by Carly and Sasha and was surprised how nice the paint job looked.
"Oh flowers," Carly gushed bending down.
"Don't touch anything," Freddie warned, "wet paint."
"I know that Freddie," Carly sighed standing up.
"It looks amazing," Sam said hugging Freddie's side and leaning her head against his chest.
"Thank you," he said pressing a kiss to her temple.
"You guys need to stop being so cute," Carly said walking out of the room.
"Really," Sasha agreed.
The next day Sam sat cross legged on the floor of the nursery on Freddie's laptop as he tried to no avail to put the crib together.
"Do you need some help?" She asked looking up from the screen.
"No," he growled, "I can do this."
"Alright," Sam said logging on to face book. Her last profile picture had been from the wedding and she wasn't sure what to change it to. She looked through the pictures on the laptop and found a cute one of her and Freddie at Thanksgiving together. She changed the picture and decided to poke some fun at Freddie. She clicked on a post for Freddie's wall and typed: Wow Freddie, are you man handling that crib or is it man handling you? Immediately Carly commented: Aw that's too cute, it didn't look that hard though. Maybe we should assemble it.
"Carly says you're a failure," Sam said to Freddie.
"Almost done," he said. Sam set down the laptop and walked over to her husband who was screwing in the last leg.
"Actually this looks pretty good," she said.
"Hold on," he said finding the bedding and putting it in wrong. Sam sighed and fixed it.
"I have a finishing touch," she said leaving the room and returning with a stick with leaves hanging from it.
"What's that?" Freddie asked.
"My dad made it for me before I was born, hung it over my crib," she explained. Freddie took it from her and hung it over the crib for her. He stepped back and slipped an arm around her waist as they admired it. Sam leaned against Freddie and smiled.
"I've been thinking of names lately," she told him.
"Oh yeah?" He asked turning to look at her.
"Lucy," she said.
"Lucy?" He asked thinking about it for a minute.
"You don't like it?" Sam asked.
"No I do," he said.
"What names did you like?"
"Abigail," he said.
"Lucy Abigail Benson," Sam said trying it out, "I kind of like it."
"Me too," Freddie said.
I know I did a horrible job describing some things so check my profile to links to pictures and please comment. Also if you have any ideas for little chapters I'd love to hear them. I came up with the name Lucy because my roommate and I were talking about what we would name our children and I said Abigail and she said Lucy and I put them together and thought it had a nice ring to it.
