A/N: I'm really really sorry that this update took so long. I'm a junior transfer to a university and I moved into an on campus apartment so the past two months have just been crazy for me. This is for the mass posting but I'm a bit late...better late than never, right? :) Hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Lemon warning at the beginning. ;)
Chapter Twelve
"Oh, Freddie..." Sam moaned as Freddie made his way down her body.
He stopped to lavish attention to her breasts, taking the hardened peak into his mouth and sucking until Sam's back arched up in pleasure. He kept moving south until he reached the edge of her underwear.
"Please Freddie..." Sam begged.
He hooked his fingers around the edge of her panties and tugged it down, Sam lifted her hips up to help him. Her legs spreading wider as he tossed the underwear aside and he went back to his place between her legs. Freddie parted her lips, his fingers sliding in her slick wetness. She was dripping for him.
"Don't tease me," Sam said desperately. "Please, we don't have much time."
As much as Freddie wanted to drag this out, he knew that she was right. So he dove in, applying pressure on her clit with his tongue and making Sam's hips arch up as she cried out. He licked and sucked her sweet nub and moved his index finger down to enter her tight heat. His middle finger joined in and Sam's hips arched so high that Freddie had to movie his face away.
"Oh God...Oh Freddie..." she screamed, her hands clutching the pillow beneath her head. The way she tightened around his fingers made his cock twitch and harden painfully.
He held her hips down with one hand and withdrew his fingers. Sam whimpered at the loss but before she could protest, Freddie plunged his tongue in, his thumb simultaneously rubbing her clit. She screamed as her body shuddered and Freddie lapped up her wetness, his fingers gently massaging her clit as she came down from her high.
Freddie kissed up her body, his lips rubbing against the dots of perspiration all over her body. He kissed her all over face as Sam panted, trying to catch her breath. He was painfully hard and desperate for friction but he would wait until Sam recovered.
Finally, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him, her hand coming up to caress his cheek.
Freddie couldn't take it anymore, he had to have her. He kissed her and Sam's body molded into his, her arms coming around him and her legs wrapping around his waist. He felt her heat through his boxers as their lower bodies aligned and he moaned into her mouth.
"Please, Sam," he said against her lips. "I need to be inside you."
"Then what are you waiting for?" She asked impishly.
He sat up quickly to remove his boxers. His fingers had just hooked around the waistband when crying came through the baby monitor.
Freddie groaned and fell onto his back beside Sam.
"I told you we didn't have much time," she said.
He grunted, not feeling in the mood for an 'I told you so'.
Sam moved to sit up, pushing her sweaty bangs off her forehead. "She needs a diaper change."
"I'll get it," Freddie said, putting a hand on her arm to stop her from getting up.
She looked at him. "You sure?"
"Yeah." His erection had already completely cooled down and he could see that Sam was still a little out of breath.
Freddie kissed her on the forehead as he got up from bed and pulled on his discarded shirt. He made a stop to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face and made his way to the nursery, where Charlie was crying loudly and insistently.
He knew that meant he would be dealing with a very dirty diaper and as he picked up Charlie, the powerful smell coming from her told him he was right.
"What did you eat, baby girl?" He asked, his nose wrinkling up.
Charlie only cried in answer.
"It's okay, princess, I'll clean you up," he assured her as he lay her down on the changing table.
Diaper changing had become second nature for him and Freddie was proud of how fast he could do it. Though Sam could do it faster (they had timed it) and she never ceased to brag about it every chance she got.
It was pretty amazing to him how routine his life now was in the Puckett household. Charlie had turned four months and had finally, mercifully, started sleeping through the night, with only one or two disturbances for either a feeding or a diaper change. It meant that he and Sam had a little more time to themselves and more opportunities for 'adult only' activities that they had started to crave more and more since their amazing first time together at the hotel. Freddie had no complaints in that department though. When you have a baby sleeping in the next room, you found ways to be fast and creative and Sam Puckett had always responded well to challenges. The things she did to him and for him...
Freddie shook himself out of those thoughts as he put a clean diaper on Charlie. He buttoned her onesie and gathered her up to his chest.
"There, there, you're all clean now, princess..." He said soothingly and rubbed her back.
"I think I'm a bit jealous. Remember when you used to call me that?"
Freddie looked up to see Sam leaning against the doorway, looking impossibly sexy in his button down plaid shirt.
"When have I ever called you princess?" He asked.
"Princess Puckett, remember?"
It took a few minutes for it to ring a bell but then he remembered that time they shared the huge locker at Ridgeway.
"I can't believe you remember that," he said.
Sam shrugged, trying to look nonchalant and to outside eyes she would probably have succeeded but he knew better. Charlie had stopped crying and was now happily drooling on his shirt and Freddie walked over to Sam.
"Well, I think you're a queen now," he said lowly, moving right into Sam's space, as much as he could with the baby in his arms.
She looked up at him, intrigued. "Queen? Careful there, Benson, I could get used to that."
He laughed. "I bet you will. My queen and my princess. I'm a slave to you both."
Sam smiled and leaned in to kiss Charlie's head. "And don't you forget it."
"Would you ever let me?"
"Nope."
Charlie started crying and Sam took her.
"What's wrong, baby?" She said. "Did daddy not change you right?"
She inspected her diaper and started rocking her but Freddie just stood there frozen. Daddy. The word repeated itself on a loop in his head. He barely noticed that Charlie's cries had quieted until he turned to see Sam sitting in the rocking chair with her. He walked over and kneeled in front of Sam.
"What did you say?" He asked quietly.
She looked at him like he'd gone crazy. "What are you talking about, Benson?"
"Sam...you just called me daddy."
Her eyes widened as she seemed to realize for the first time what she'd said. She blushed and looked down at the now sleeping Charlie, adjusting her carefully in her arms.
Freddie put his hand on her knee and looked into her eyes.
"It just slipped out," Sam mumbled. "I didn't mean-"
"No, Sam, please say you meant it. Please."
She met his eyes without wavering for the first time since he started this conversation. "Do you want to be her dad?"
"Yes," he said, squeezing her knee, hoping that she could see in his eyes that he meant it with all of his heart.
Sam stood up and carefully placed Charlie in her crib. Freddie stayed where he was on the ground, his heart beating fast. This was going to be a real turning point in their relationship, he knew. More than moving in together, more than sleeping together, giving him the title of daddy would make their situation truly permanent. He hoped that Sam wanted it as much as he did.
She returned to him and knelt in front of him, placing her hands on both of his cheeks and kissing him so gently and softly but with so much love that Freddie could feel it all. She pulled away and took his hand, standing up and taking him with her.
Sam led him out of Charlie's bedroom, closing the door gently behind her, and into their own. She kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Even though he could feel that they were picking up where they left off twenty minutes ago, Freddie could tell that the mood had changed significantly. Sam took a step away from him and without a word, raised her arms up. He followed her silent request and took her (or rather, his) shirt off, leaving her standing naked in front of him.
No matter how many times he sees it (and he's seen it a lot in the past few weeks), the sight of Sam naked never fails to take his breath away. She's literally the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life and he tells her so. He watches the way that her blush spreads from her cheeks to her neck and down her chest. She pulls him in for a kiss before he could comment on it.
Freddie slowly backs her up to the bed, their lips never parting. He lays her down and Sam pushes and tugs at his shirt as he kneels over her.
"I need you now," she tells him as he peels his shirt off. Freddie nods in agreement, wanting nothing more than to be buried inside her heat at that moment. He hurriedly pushes down his boxers and reaches over to the nightstand drawer where he keeps the condoms. Sam's hand stops him.
"I-i'm on the pill," she said. "I have been since a little while before our first time. It should be safe now to go without..."
"Are you sure, Sam?" He asks, even though it feels like all of the blood in his body has rushed down to his dick at the thought of being inside her without any barrier.
She nods and Freddie kisses her. She runs her hands through his hair and moans into his mouth as he deepens the kiss. Her legs open wider and she bucks her hips up. He could feel her slickness graze the tip of his dick and he groaned. He could definitely take the hint, and lined himself up at her entrance. He pushed into her, sheathing himself completely and Sam moaned, her hands going from his hair down to his back.
She was so wet...so tight...so good. Freddie knew he wouldn't last long as her exquisite heat gripped him. He thrusted in and out and Sam met him thrust for thrust, her legs coming up to wrap around his waist.
"Fuck...Sam!" He groaned, as he sank in deeper.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her moans were long and deep and so loud that he was afraid they'd wake Charlie. Sam obviously had the same thought as she turned her head to muffle her moans into her pillow.
Her thighs tightened around his waist and he could hear her grunt out "More!".
Freddie pounded into her harder, losing control of himself. She felt so damn good, he wasn't going to last much longer. But he had to get her there first. He braced his hands on the bed on either side of her and pushed himself up slightly so that he was balancing on his knees. He gripped Sam's hips tightly and kept thrusting. The change in angle caused her to buck and scream out.
"Freddie! Yes! Oh my god..." Her hands went up to clench around the bars of the headboard. "Oh god..."
She shook and spasmed around him and he couldn't control himself any longer as her walls clenched tightly around his cock as Sam shook and moaned beneath him.
He leaned down and captured her lips as his own body spasmed in delicious ecstasy and he released himself inside of her. She let out a moan into his mouth as another release shook her body at the feeling of his hot seed inside of her.
Freddie kissed down her neck, licking the sweat gathered there as she rode out the small aftershocks.
Finally, spent, he collapsed on top of her. He tried to move his weight off of her but was stopped by Sam's arms and legs tightly gripping him, keeping him in place. They stayed that way for a few minutes. Freddie's head was pillowed on Sam's chest, and he could hear her rapid heartbeat start to slow down as they just lay there. Sam was stroking his hair and he buried his face in her neck, feeling like he could stay that way forever. But he started to feel Sam trying to shift underneath him and he knew that his weight was getting uncomfortable for her. Freddie carefully pulled out of her and moved to the side, though she whimpered in protest. He gathered her up in his arms and held her close, pulling her half on top of him.
"I love you," he said, kissing her forehead.
"Mmm..." she nuzzled his chest. "Love you too."
He watched as Sam's eyes closed and stroked her hair until she fell asleep. Freddie couldn't keep the grin off his face. I'm a dad, was his last thought before he let sleep take him.
Freddie lay his head back against the couch and tried not to look bored out of his mind. He could see Spencer on the other end of the couch, trying to do the same. Meanwhile, Carly paced in front of them and read things out from her list.
"I already bought half the decorations and I'm going to get the rest tomorrow," she said. "Food is taken care of...Are you sure you sent out all the invitations, Freddie?"
"I emailed every person on the list and sent out mass invites on Splashface."
Carly frowned. "I saw that. I wish more people would confirm whether or not they're going."
"Carls, most of the people on the invite list work at the restaurant, they'll be there."
"Well, what about Sam's friends from school?"
"I'm sure they'll be there too."
Carly went back to her list and he and Spencer exchanged a look.
"Um, Carly..." Spencer said hesitantly. "Are we done here? Because I have to-"
"Sit down!" Carly yelled at him as he started to get up.
Spencer sat down.
"Now, you two agreed to help me plan this party so we're all going to stay here until we get the details right because I want Sam to have the best twentieth birthday party ever. Twenty is a big deal!"
"Actually, Sam said it's a lame year because it just reminds you that you're still one year away from the real party," said Freddie.
Carly glared at him.
"Her words, not mine!"
"Still, I want it to be perfect," she said.
"Carly, it's not a surprise party," Freddie said patiently. "Why don't you just get Sam's opinion on this stuff?"
"Because she'll say she doesn't care. You know Sam, she's never liked planning parties. Well, except for Charlie's now," she corrected. "But for herself? Forget it. That's why I want to make this extra nice and special."
Freddie saw her point. But he had been there at the Shay's apartment for two hours now and he was really eager to get home to Sam and Charlie. He exchanged another look with Spencer but Carly was oblivious to it as she went back to her list and started reading out the stuff she needed them to do. Freddie leaned his head back on the couch again and resigned himself to another couple of hours with dictator Carly.
Sam's eyes snapped open. Sleep fell away from her like a tide pulling back into the ocean. She looked at the clock. Eleven a.m. It was late, she had overslept. Sam had gotten used to having early mornings since Charlie came and her internal body clock never lets her oversleep anymore. Except, apparently, for right now. It was Freddie's fault. He had woken her up at midnight to greet her a happy birthday. And what a greeting it was...Sam could feel her cheeks flush as she thought about how she and Freddie had thoroughly celebrated early that morning.
She turned to his side of the bed, though she knew that she would find it empty. Freddie liked to go to the gym early on Saturday mornings to work out and then he had fencing practice until noon. Sam wondered why Charlie hadn't woken her up yet and quickly sat up.
She had just pulled on Freddie's discarded shirt that she found on the floor when Freddie walked into the room with a tray full of food in his hands and Charlie inside of a carrier strapped to his chest.
"No no, get back in bed, birthday girl," he admonished.
Sam didn't need to be told twice. She sat back down in bed and pulled the comforter over her lap. Freddie placed the tray over Sam's lap and carefully took Charlie out of the carrier and lay her down beside Sam.
She looked at the food in front of her. Bacon, sausage, pancakes, and hashbrowns...The bacon portion was noticeably large and it was like heaven on a plate. She looked down at Charlie to make sure she was comfortable and in a safe position beside her. When Sam looked up again, Freddie was sitting on the other side of Charlie, having wrestled the carrier off his chest, and he was smiling tenderly at Sam.
"What are you looking at, Benson?"
"Nothing," he smirked. "I just never thought I'd see the day when you would ignore bacon."
"I'm not ignoring it." She picked up a piece and bit into it right in Freddie's face, exaggerating her chewing but not her satisfaction. It was really good bacon. Freddie had gotten her favorite brand and cooked it to crispy perfection. "Mmm..."
He reached for a piece and Sam slapped his hand away. "My bacon!"
"You won't even give me a piece?" He pouted.
"Nope, it's my birthday. All bacon goes here." She rubbed her stomach.
Freddie smiled and kissed her greasy lips. "You are the birthday girl," he agreed.
Sam eagerly dug into her breakfast, practically inhaling her food but stopping now and then to take sips of orange juice and to even feed Freddie a few bites of pancakes and sausage. Freddie had picked up Charlie and he held her in his arms while watching Sam contently.
When the plate was entirely clean, Sam fell back onto the pillows and groaned. "I'm so full," she said.
Freddie chuckled and gave her Charlie so that he could set the tray aside on the floor.
"Can we just lay here in bed all day?" Sam asked. "Just the three of us?"
"Sounds wonderful," said Freddie, kissing her forehead. "But we've got your birthday party, remember? I think Carly would actually kill me if you don't show up."
"Ugh. I told Carly not to make a big thing out of it."
"It is Carly that you're talking to, you know? When it comes to parties, I don't think the word small is in her vocabulary."
Sam groaned again and pressed her face into Charlie's hair.
Freddie pushed her hair back over her shoulder. "Cheer up, baby. I have a present for you."
She looked up at him. "The breakfast wasn't the present?"
He laughed. "No, that wasn't the present."
He leaned over the side of the bed and opened the drawer on his nightstand.
"Hey!" Sam said. "The baby is right here!"
Freddie sat up with a neatly wrapped package in his hands and a confused expression on his face. "I know, Sam."
She looked at the present, which was too big to be what she thought she was.
"Oh," she said sheepishly.
"What did you think it was?" Freddie asked.
"Well, you took it out of that drawer..."
He looked at the drawer and back at Sam, comprehension dawning on his face. He started laughing. "Sam! I keep more than condoms in there."
"Well, I didn't know!"
He laughed harder.
"Shut up!" She grabbed her present from his hands.
"I'm opening this now," she said petulantly.
Freddie finally regained his composure. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, kissing the top of her head. "Go ahead, open it.
There was a small card on top and Sam silently read it.
Happy Birthday, Mama.
We love you.
From,
Charlie and Freddie
Sam smiled at Freddie, feeling her heart swell with emotion. She held onto Charlie and snuggled into Freddie's side, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Open the present," he nudged.
Sam had nearly forgotten about it. Just having Charlie and Freddie was all she could ask for. But she ripped open the paper anyway. Inside was a disc inside of a clear case. Sam and Charlie - 4 months was written on it.
Freddie took the disc from her and walked over to the TV so that he could put it into the DVD player. He settled back down beside Sam with the remote in his hand and played the video.
It started with a montage of iCarly clips. Sam smiled as she watched herself dance around crazily with Carly to their random dancing music, get fed a meatball by Freddie as they sat in a kiddie pool, tumble around doing bad gymnastics, and accept the iWeb Award in Japan. Sam couldn't help but grin as she watched the muddy younger versions of herself and Freddie hug in celebration. The video switched to scenes from Gibby's at Ridgeway. They had filmed some iCarly bits in the underground restaurant as a way to promote it to more Ridgeway students. The scenes switch to the present Gibby's, showing footage of Sam at work that she wasn't even aware that Freddie had filmed. Sam in the kitchen, Sam with the customers, Sam talking to her staff...it looked like it was filmed in the first few months of Gibby's opening. She did vaguely remember Freddie hanging around back then with his small camera but she was so busy at the time that she barely paid him any attention.
"This is kind of stalkerish," she commented.
"I was fascinated," Freddie said. "Look at you, Sam. You're really in your element. And you're doing more work in a twelve hour day than all you've done in sixteen years combined."
Sam smiled. He was right. And if he had told her that back then she might have quit the restaurant altogether. Possibly. Although probably not. She had fallen in love with the job and there was no looking back.
The scenes transition to ones of Charlie and Sam held the baby up higher and pointed to the screen. Sam watched a few shots of a smiling Charlie and then it was her and Charlie. Her playing with Charlie, singing to her, and reading a story. The very last shot was Sam sleeping in her bed with Charlie curled up beside her, also fast asleep. Freddie must have filmed it during one of the nights of her colic when it was almost impossible to get Charlie to sleep in her crib.
Sam buried her nose in Charlie's hair, trying to hold back tears that were inexplicably stinging her eyes.
"What's with the cheesy home video, Benson?" She asked but regretted it when she saw the disappointed look on his face.
"You don't like it?"
"I do. It's nice, it's just...not really me."
"But it is you, Sam. I put this together to show you how far you've come since we were kids starting iCarly. I'm so proud of you, Sam. All of us are, me, Carly, and Spencer. I want you to be proud of yourself too."
"That's just the good stuff," she argued. "Like a fairy tale movie that skips over the hard parts, the real parts. I'm not really like that..."
"Like what?" Freddie asked. "A great friend? A hardworking and fair boss? An amazing mother? The best girlfriend?" He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his forehead to hers. "Because I have references that will attest to all of the above. And not including the hard stuff doesn't mean I don't know it's there. It means that this is the person that you are even through all that messy real life stuff. This is the best of you, Sam Puckett. Get used to seeing it, because I'm not going to stop showing it to you."
The tears that Sam was holding back really did fall now.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Freddie gently wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb and kissed the spots where the drops landed.
"Not just for the video. But for believing in me. You never once told me that I couldn't open a restaurant or that I can't be a mother. I think you're the only person that's never said that it's crazy or that I can't do it..."
"I've always believed in you, Sam," he said. "And I always will. Happy twentieth birthday, baby."
He kissed her forehead and she laid her head on his shoulder, Charlie still wrapped in her arms. She had the two most important people in her world with her. It was shaping up to be a really great birthday indeed.
"Why am I stuck carrying the presents?" Freddie grunted from behind a pile of boxes in his arms that reached up to his chin, along with several bags hanging from his arms.
"I'm holding the baby," Sam said, jiggling Charlie in her arms, who gurgled and smiled and grabbed at her shirt.
Freddie walked past her and dropped all of the presents on the couch, letting it all fall where it may.
"Yes, Charlie is such a heavy burden that you can't possibly carry one or two bags as well," he retorted.
"Hey, I'm the birthday girl." She pointed at the ridiculous purple princess crown that Carly had made her wear when she got to the party. Sam only kept it on because it made Charlie happy. The baby had kept laughing and reaching for it, her tiny chubby hands only managing to land on Sam's face. "I get a free pass from heavy lifting."
"Can't argue with that," said Carly, appearing in the open doorway, pushing Charlie's stroller which was filled with presents. Behind her was Ian, who had even more presents in his arms. "But it would have been nice if you guys had waited for us instead of making us take the next elevator."
"Charlie's tired," Sam said, as she rubbed the baby's back, whose head was nestled on her shoulder. "I need to get her to bed."
It may have been Sam's birthday party, but Charlie was the true star of it. All of her friends and employees that had attended were completely captivated by the baby and Charlie basked in the attention. Sam didn't mind, she was never one to yearn to be the center of attention. It actually reminded her of her really early birthday parties that she had celebrated with Melanie. Her twin was the one who greeted and performed for their guests, while Sam sat in a corner and stuffed her face with cake. If she had to have a party then that was the way she'd rather spend it.
Carly shook her head. "I can't even argue now that you have a legitimate excuse," she complained but smiled.
"Thanks for the party, Carls," Sam said, hugging her best friend with one arm.
"Hey, I helped too," Freddie protested, looking up from where he and Ian were neatly stacking the presents on and around the coffee table.
"Yeah, yeah," Sam dismissed.
Charlie started to fuss, squirming in her arms and crying.
"It's okay," Sam soothed. "I'll get you to bed."
Freddie stood up and walked over to them. "Here, I'll take her."
Sam handed over the crying baby and Freddie walked off with her to the nursery.
"So, we'll leave you to it," said Carly. "Happy birthday, Sam."
"Thank you," she said, walking Carly and Ian to the door.
"Happy birthday, Sam," Ian said, hugging her.
"Bye guys," she said.
Sam closed the door and leaned against it. Despite her reservations about having a big party, she had to admit that it was a fun night. It was weird to see the big turn out of people. Back in high school when Carly would throw a party for her she knew that most of the kids were there for Carly and not really for her. But now, all of the people there are a part of Sam's daily life, whether it's at work or at school and she knew that they were there for her.
She had done it. She had really built a life for herself, a life that was her own and that didn't completely depend on Carly and Freddie, though they were a big part of it. The restaurant and all the duties and responsibilities that came with it was hers and hers alone. It wasn't something they tackled as a group, like iCarly, it was something that Sam did. It was still hard to wrap her mind around it sometimes. Twenty didn't feel like such a landmark birthday because Sam felt that she had left her teens the day she opened her restaurant. And she felt like she became a full fledged adult the day she took in Charlie. Twenty was just a passing number.
Sam sat down on the area of the couch that had been cleared of presents and took out her cellphone. She scrolled to Melanie's number even though she knew it was disconnected. She hadn't tried to call her sister for several months now. Not since Freddie had started helping her with Charlie. Sam was still so mad at her sister, and at this point she'd rather skin herself raw than let Melanie anywhere near Charlie, but even through all that, there was still a nagging tug in her chest. Something inside that told her that Melanie is still her sister and it is their birthday. She and Melanie weren't really great at keeping in touch with each other while they grew up on different sides of the country but always on their birthday they would call each other.
Sam looked down at Melanie's name on her phone. She knew her sister wasn't going to call, she felt it deep in her bones. The thing is, even as angry as she was, a part of her couldn't help but hope that Melanie would somehow surprise her. That she'd show some backbone somehow and face up to what she'd done. It was the same kind of stupid hope that had kept Sam by Pam's side as she self-destructed through all of Sam's teen years. A foolish hope that her mother would change. It was the part of Sam that still loved Pam and Melanie no matter what, because they were still her family.
But now she was building her own family, with Charlie and Freddie. And there was no room there for two women who left nothing but destruction and disappointment in their wake. Sam took a breath and deleted Melanie from her contact list. She put her phone down and walked to the nursery, towards the sound of Freddie's voice reading a story, towards her real family.
A/N: Don't forget to read all the amazing stories posted in yesterday's mass post. I don't know about you but I'm in Seddie heaven. :)
