A/N: Welcome back. Hiatus is over. Momentarilly. I'm still not sure about this one. But you guys kept saying you want more, so...here. It's not much.
"An Angel in the book of life wrote down my baby's birth. And
whispered as she closed the book "too beautiful for earth."
~Author Unknown
Sam wasn't very thrilled with her mother right now. Who in their right mind would be? She shut herself up in her room when she was home, which wasn't much now. Every time she could escape, she went to Freddie's house instead.
They were cuddled on the sofa one night when Sam spoke.
"Should we tell Carly?" She asked.
"Tell her what?" Freddie asked.
"That we've been trying to get pregnant." Sam didn't look at him.
Freddie rolled his eyes and held her closer. "No. She doesn't need to know. It's none of her business."
"But Freddie, we promised no more secrets. She's our best friend." Sam voiced her opinion.
"Yeah, but this is kinda personal. What is your mother saying about all of this?" Freddie asked.
"She still thinks that I will get pregnant. I swear, Freddie! The last time I talked to her do you know what she said? 'You got pregnant before, you can do it again.' I already told her we couldn't...but...she doesn't listen." Sam let another tear fall.
Freddie was silent. Then he spoke.
"Come on. We should get to bed. Try not to think about your mother."
"I'll try."
Freddie's mom was home tonight, but, like they'd been doing just about every night, they were still sleeping together. They just had to be more careful about it.
Sam changed into her pajamas, which, Freddie noticed, were showing her off very well. He then changed into his boxers that he slept in and crawled into bed, patting the side next to him for Sam.
Sam crawled into bed with Freddie and snuggled up close to him.
"I love you, Freddork." she said.
Freddie chuckled.
"Tired, love?" he asked.
"Yeah." Sam's hand traced the brown line on her stomach. "I just can't believe...we had a baby. And now it's gone."
Freddie sighed and pulled Sam closer to him.
"That's something we'll have to deal with, Sam. It won't be easy to forget. We'll never forget. But it's going to get easier. I promise."
"What should we name him?" Sam asked.
Freddie's brow puzzled in confusion.
"The baby. The hospital told us it was a boy. He needs a name. He can't be buried as "Baby Benson."
Freddie nodded.
"I don't know. What do you think?"
"I was kinda thinking..."
"What?" Freddie asked.
"I was thinking...even though he's gone. He still deserves a name. What better one to give him than his father's?" Sam asked.
"W-what?" Freddie stuttered.
"I want to bury our son under the name Fredward Anthony Benson."
Freddie's eyes grew wet with tears, but he blinked them away and tried to be strong, for Sam's sake as well as his own.
"I love it."
"Goodnight, Fredward." Sam said.
Freddie didn't know if she was talking to him, or their dead child. That night, both of them cried themselves to sleep in each other's arms.
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