Disclaimer: I am neither Nick nor Dan. I have no rights to the characters, plot similarities, concepts, etc. related to iCarly. I am just a fan writing it in little relation to the actual events occurring within the actual show. Thank You :)
SO THIS IS IT! This is the last chapter for this story! I have another quick not at the end as well. Enjoy!
Freddie and Mrs. Benson were nowhere to be seen when Sam woke up. She was hooked up to multiple machines at once. She knew the implications of child birth but she hadn't expected to be living exclusively off of the equipment. Besides, that wasn't even her biggest concern. There was no basinet. There was no baby. Before she could start screaming she was shivering with panic and fear.
From outside the room it must have appeared as though Sam was having a seizure but Carly had been waiting for Sam to wake up. She didn't know she had been moved to a different department of the hospital. After her little boy, who still didn't have a name as Freddie was waiting for Sam to wake before he even let anyone else meet him, Sam went comatose due to a lack of blood flow.
It was a huge hectic mess from those who weren't informed. The only person who knew anything was Freddie. As soon as Sam was wheeled out of the room he took their baby back to the nursery unit and hadn't been seen yet. He was denying visitors and he refused to leave. It surprised everyone that the hospital agreed to let him stay behind.
As for Mrs. Benson, she was pacing outside of the nursery hoping that Freddie would come out and come to his sense. She was mumbling that she was disappointed in him and that Sam needed somebody there when she woke up. It was the only real reason Carly was sitting in the small lobby outside of Sam's room. Carly hated hospitals and small spaces but she had been a terrible friend when Freddie and Sam started dating so she had to really make up for her past mistakes, and really for being a two-faced girl for so many years.
She sat and watched nurses fawn over Sam, giving her an additional dose of pain killers, most likely, and explaining what happened after her baby was born. She gave natural birth, but it must have ripped her uterus during the process because she kept bleeding, and bleeding. Carly remembered how blue and purple her face looked when she was wheeled away for surgery, which was horribly risky to do in her state. They were doctors, though, so Carly tried to ignore the likelihood that Sam was going to come back alive. She obviously overreacted. A week later she was doing fine and finally woke up.
Carly went over the nurse's station after the room was emptied out. They were whispering that someone needed to get Freddie to come up to her room and make arrangements to have the baby with her. She even heard someone say that protocol wouldn't allow for it. They would do it, though, because they already bent several rules to accommodate the unique situation.
"Excuse me, is Samantha Puckett ready to visitors?" She didn't even wait for a 'yes' because they would have told her to go ahead anyway. Sam woke to a room with no people in it, a room without her child. She remembered Tori telling her that the first thing that would run through her mind if she was in Sam's place would be that her baby died. Carly knew she had to comfort Sam until Freddie and her son arrived.
"Where's my baby?" Sam asked, her face still and stuck on the monitor at the end of her bed. It displayed her stats on one half and her restrictions on the other. It was a high-tech hospital and it almost made Carly uncomfortable. The restrictions were handy, though, because it listed that nobody was allowed to touch Sam for the next 48-hours. Instead of sitting next to her she pulled a chair near the bed and she looked at her with as little sadness as she could manage.
"Freddie is with him in the nursery. I heard the nurses saying they're going to get him up here so you're not alone." She wanted desperately to reach and hold Sam's hand. It was going to be difficult for her to cope even after she left the hospital. She had missed the first entire week of her baby's life, a memory that would be replaced in her mind as a failure. On top of that, the physical damage of the birth was going to limit her to what she could actually do with the baby for several weeks. Sam would be miserable for the rest of her life because of this.
"What's my baby's name?" Sam was assuming that Freddie already named their child. She didn't believe he would do it because he hated the names Sam had suggested before but because he was required to put a name on the birth certificate. She had thought there was a legal ramification that made him put a name down within days of the birth. According her charts and the nurses she had been in a coma for nearly a week.
"Freddie hasn't named him yet. He's refusing to do anything until you woke up. Although, I am surprised Mrs. Benson didn't name him. I think she mentioned something like Edwaricke, kind of the opposite of Fredward, you know? She's a nutty one to the core." Sam couldn't pinpoint what it was about Carly that comforted her but she managed to smile just a tiny bit. Edwaricke was a ridiculous name and she absolutely could see Mrs. Benson trying to call a child that. She shook her head and suddenly felt exhausted. She wiggled down the bed and rest her head sideways so she could still be laying down but still looking at Carly too.
"What does he look like? Did Freddie send a picture to you or did you catch a glance of him? I don't remember anything except his scream when he came out." Sam closed her eyes and tried to conjure up some sort of image of her baby boy. Had they shown him to her or had she already lost consciousness by that time? She didn't know, and if she had known before she'd forgotten since.
"Freddie sent me a picture but I don't have my phone on me. It's in the locker space Mrs. Benson is renting. All of our things are in there. Mrs. Benson, Tori, and I haven't left. Tori has been shuffling back and forth between Mrs. Benson and me making sure we're all doing okay. I think she might have been able to go in and talk to Freddie. She looked a little suspicious when she came up last." Carly was doing this weird eyebrow thing that did not look good on her face. The movements reminded Sam of troll, which in turn made her laugh. Carly didn't bother asking what was funny, but instead said that Tori was due soon.
Speak of the devil and he doth appear.
"Oh, Sam, you're up! That's good because Freddie is headed up with the babies." Sam bolted upright in her bed. Even Carly jumped a little bit. Babies? She had definitely said the plural of the noun baby, which is what each of her ultrasounds had said shown. ONE BABY. And now Tori stands in the hospital room that Sam in practically tied to saying BABIES.
"Babies?" Carly croaks. Both of the girls are shocked. Tori was nodding, clearly having another part of the story that was communicated to absolutely nobody else. She was popping up to the bed as if it was the best news anyone could have heard. Sam didn't mean to think it was bad news, but it wasn't the news she expected. Nobody expected it, especially the doctors.
"Oh, yeah. When they took Sam into surgery they found another baby had been trapped behind the first one, and that somehow it was growing almost into the uterus. The first baby came out and the second baby shifted forward, creating a bit of a tear in her uterus. They were able to get the other baby out safely, but unfortunately they had to take your uterus out. They said they've never seen anything like it and are quite surprised they were able to save both of you. These people deserve an award or something. I bet they'll be writing a medical review on this. You watch!" Tori was filled with cheer and pep whereas Carly looked frightened and Sam looked mental. There was a second baby that they didn't see in the entire nine months she'd been going to doctor appointments and getting ultrasounds? Was that even remotely possible?
"Fraternal or identical?" It was the only real question that Sam could manage. She had been expecting one boy baby, and now she was blessed with two children. She might as well know before they show up what she's working with.
"Fraternal twins, one boy and one girl. I think that's why they missed her somehow. She's a bit smaller than your little boy. Freddie says that she sleeps all the time, apparently she's super calm." Just as Tori was finishing her sentence Mrs. Benson walked in with a nurse. She came over and kissed Sam's forehead, regardless of the Restrictions displayed on the screen.
"I'm sorry, but Freddie is bringing the children up with him and we can't break all of the rules so when he's present nobody else can be in the room. I'm going to have to ask you to move to lobby, please." Sam thought she looked a bit familiar, perhaps she was a few years older and they'd been in school at the same time once. Either way Carly and Tori waved good-byes whereas Mrs. Benson hung back for a moment alone.
"Are you doing alright?" Usually she had crazy eyes when she was concerned about something, avoiding real eye contact with whomever she spoke to, but this time she was wearing a soft sullen expression full of sleep deprivation and fear. She looked human and it was sort of nice.
"It's a lot to take in. I could use a ham. Am allowed to eat ham?" Mrs. Benson's lips curled into a grin before whispering that she would talk to someone about the menu. They exchanged nothing more before Sam was once again alone with her machines and blood pouches. She had nothing left to do but think to herself as she waited. And there certainly was a lot to think about.
What was she going to name her baby boy? She hadn't ever thought of baby girl names too much, so what would she name her daughter? Would the hospital really submit a medical review about her situation? How was Freddie planning to support two children off of his computer repair business he was developing? How were they going to handle going back to school in a few months? There was a lot of things to consider with the additional child. So many things changes came with the baby girl, with the disaster the followed.
Of course those thoughts were interrupted when Freddie walked in stroller holding both of her children. Her heart started beating faster and faster as they closer. All she wanted was to see their faces. She didn't even care that she couldn't hold them. The only thing that mattered was seeing them, knowing that they were there.
"Tori wasn't joking when she said the girl was smaller. She's practically a runt compared to him. She obviously has your genes." It was easy to crack a joke now that her children were with her, now that Freddie was with her. Neither one of them held back laughing. He took each out, on at a time, so Sam could look at them more closely. The boy had Sam's eyes, Sam's hair with Freddie's color, and someday he would have Sam's smile. The girl, though, looked much more like Freddie, sporting his eyes, nose, ears, and entire hair style. The only thing that was the same between the two was the mouth. Both of them would likely have Sam's bright grin when they were older.
"What should we name them?" Sam looked long and hard at the stroller. Naming was always the hardest part because you couldn't name them what you want to call them because it's usually inappropriate. Sam didn't mind being inappropriate, but they did have a life after home so she did try to think about that.
"The girl looks like a Miranda." Freddie nodded, but waited for a middle name, as they certainly would need one. Sam pondered the possibilities. "How about Miranda Jo?"
"And the boy?" Freddie couldn't object to a name like Miranda Jo Benson. It sounded perfect for a girl that would no doubt be exactly like her mother. He wondered if they would decide on a name for the boy that would set him in the same footsteps as himself. It would be sort of cool to have two kids exactly like themselves running around.
"Edwaricke Fredward Benson." Freddie's face twisted in horror. His mother had said something like that when he left the nursery to invite Tori in, and he was just as terrified then. He looked to Sam who was clearly kidding about such a ridiculous name. However, it did spark something in his mind.
"Warrick Lane." Sam nodded and reached out to hold his hand. Not touching anyone for 48 hours was a ridiculous request. Sam was going to do just about whatever she wanted so long as it didn't actually risk her life. Enduring a tiny bit of pain was well worth it for the end result: happiness.
"Well, we know one thing." Sam had made the statement to set-up a joke she was going to make. She was going to say 'He won't have friends and therefore be smart like you.' That wasn't what came out of her mouth, though.
"What?" Freddie expected the joke, he could tell that it was said because she had a joke in mind. It probably had something to do with him being a big dork. He waited for it but the silence must have changed her mind, or maybe the way the babies twisted and looked like they were snuggling each other. Something else came of the exchange entirely.
"We have to get married now."
Oh, yay, happy endings. What did you think about the extra baby? I don't know if that is medically possible. I didn't really look it up but it didn't seem implausible based of the background education I have in biology. Anyway, it worked with the story and that's why its a story! Be sure to R&R. I know that it's been quite an interesting ride for this piece since I took a long break because of my scheduling.
Also, I'm sure someone will ask for a sequel. I don't really do sequels, especially with stories that are as long as thing. I appreciate and love that you someone might want one but it's not something I usually do. In fact, I think I'm taking a break from fanfiction to work on my original pieces and maybe forward my career as an author. Keep an eye out for one-shot pieces and other work I might do. I appreciate all the time you've given me and the reviews. is the biggest motivator and the bets fan-base anyone could ask for!