Hey guys! I'm back! Sorry it's taken so long to update, life's been really hectic lately… but anyways, here's the new chapter!
*And it's very drama filled … hehehehe I know y'all have been waiting for it*
Most of you said that you liked my solution and I'm really happy about that because I don't want anyone to stop reading just cause of the lemons.
Disclaimer: Alright I give up. I do not own iCarly. I will never own iCarly. Unless Dan Schneider has a serious lapse of judgment and gives me iCarly. But, if I owned iCarly, it'd be WAY too inapropro for a nickelodeon show.
Last Chapter:
Freddie turned to Sam and said, "You heard didn't you?"
"Heard what?" Sam decided to play clueless.
"C'mon Sam don't play dumb," Freddie said. "I know you were watching Flora and I as she told me that story."
"Yeah, so?"
"SO, I just wanted to know… is that the happily ever after you've always wanted?"
Sam stuttered on her words, "I… I… um…" Thankfully, Flora marched back into the room dragging Spencer by his shirt. Sam let out a sigh, silently thanking her daughter for interrupting.
"I got Uncle Spencer! Now let's get Aunt Carly and Gibby and eat! I'm starving!"
Sam laughed and said, "Me too kiddo." She took Flora's hand and walked out of the room. They went together and knocked on Carly's door. Gibby answered and stood in the doorframe, shirtless. 'Typical' Sam thought to herself.
"Hey guys. Carly is still-"
"Being Carly?" Sam asked knowingly.
"Yeah. She's taking forever. I mean, I've heard of girls who spend hours on their make up and all that girly stuff, but man, she really takes her time."
"Hold on Gib. I'll talk to her." Sam walked into the room, which was much smaller in size compared to Sam and Freddie's but it had the same magnificent essence. She walked up to the bathroom door and started pounding.
"Carlotta Shay. Open up this instant. Don't make me break down the door, because you know I still can…" With that last statement, Carly opened the door, and was very puffy eyes, and red cheekbones. She pulled Sam into the bathroom without much warning. Flora and Gibby were engaged in a 'I know you are but what am I?' war. "Okay Carly, what's going on?" Carly looked at Sam and held up a little box.
It was a pregnancy test.
"I… I can't do it Sam. I can't take it. I don't want to know. I mean at first I'd been a few days late on my period, and I thought it was nothing, but I still haven't gotten it, and I'm really nervous. I can't bring myself to take the test and find out if I am or not. I mean, I've got two babies at home! Two babies with my EX-husband, Josh, and Gibby and I were careful… We were so careful…" Carly broke down in tears again.
"Carly," Sam said rubbing Carly's back. "Take the test now. They can wait 5 minutes. Have you told Gibby about your… um… suspicions?"
"NO!" Carly literally screamed. "And… And you can't tell him. I've gotta do it. And you can't tell Freddie either. Cause then he'll tell Gibby. Understand?"
Sam sighed and said, "Understood." Carly took the test out of the box, and peed on it. They sat in silence for what felt like the longest 5 minutes of Carly's life. "So, do you'd ever want kids with Gibby? I mean, he's so great with Flora, I can tell he'd be a good father. I think it'd be good for you to have someone. Freddie is so helpful. Flora loves him. Like, on Wednesday he picked her up from Cara's and they got ice cream, and they talked. They're great with each other."
"I… I don' know Sam. I haven't thought much about my future with Gibby. I'm sorry we haven't been as close recently. And…And I'm sorry I didn't tell you I split up from Josh."
"It's okay Shay. Also, having Gibby around might be good. You know, with Josh's past and all…" Carly got nervous whenever Sam brought up Josh's past, and she wasn't around Josh. It especially scared her because she left her two babies in his care. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, because she fully did, but Carly was always scared her ex-husband would relapse back into his old-self. Carly had saved him from a world of drugs and sex. When he first met her, Josh was a druggie, who had trouble staying off of the needle for more than 5 hours at a time. She helped him clean up his act, and start their lives together.
"I-I know Sam. Gibby is good, he always has been. I can't believe I didn't see it in him before. But you know what? I wouldn't have changed a thing. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had my two beautiful girls." Sam smiled softly as Carly said that.
"Me neither Carls, otherwise I wouldn't have Flora." The timer on Sam's phone beeped, letting them know it was time to look at the pregnancy test and face the music, if there was music to be faced.
It was negative. Carly let out a sigh of relief as she and Sam shared a hug. "See Carls? It's nothing to worry about. You're period will probably come today or something. Let's just go before everyone starts to get antsy." They walked out of the bathroom, and found Spencer and Flora to be watching a funny Nickelodeon Show (probably Spongebob, Sam couldn't tell), and Freddie and Gibby were talking about Galaxy Wars, or something nerdy.
"Okay nubs, Flora and Spencer. Let's go get some food! Mama's hungry…" Flora nodded her head in agreement as they walked out the door and down the steps. Sam and Freddie had never been a couple for a lot of PDA, but as they were walking out, Freddie noticed how Gibby put his arm around Carly. It made them seem connected, so you couldn't tell where one of their bodies ended, and the other began. Freddie grabbed Sam's hand lightly. She could feel his calloused fingers intertwined with her smooth palm. Sam loved the feel of Freddie's hands. They were rough, but not too rough, and the way her palm fit so delicately into his just showed how compatible they truly were.
Sam looked down at their intertwined hands and blushed, looking up. But she didn't dare pull her hand out of Freddie's grasp.
Once they got to the restaurant and sat down at the table, Carly decided now would be a good time to ask everyone what they wanted to do tomorrow.
Spencer shouted, "I want to go to the beach and make a flaming sand castle!" Flora gave him a high five, and Carly proceeded to lecture him about the rights and wrongs of lighting things on fire.
"Well, I think it should be a couples day," Gibby suggested. "You know, Spencer hangs out with Flora, while Carly and I do something and Freddie and Sam do something. Then later at night Sam, Freddie and Flora can go do something while Carly and Spencer get a little brother-sister time in, and I… take a nap." Everyone at the table, even Flora, gawked at Gibby. When had he become so… thoughtful? "What? A Gibby can have his moments…" Gibby said, looking offended.
The rest of dinner had gone pretty smoothly, other than the spilt drink on Flora's part, the avoidance of a certain sexual topic for Flora's sake, and Sam and Freddie getting into a little argument about whether Galaxy Wars is nerdy or not. By the end of dinner, everything was back to normal, or the gang's version of normal, which isn't normal at all.
Sam, Freddie, Spencer and Flora went back to the room and Sam and Freddie tucked Flora in and kissed her goodnight. On the way out of the room, Flora stopped Freddie and pulled him back in. "Did you understand the fairytale?" Freddie nodded and she said, "Good. My mommy loves you. And if you break her, I break you." Flora glared at him for about half a second before they both erupted into laughter. Spencer came rushing back outside.
"What'd I miss? What'd I miss?"
"Nothing Uncle Spencer!" Flora laughed.
"Aw dang. I hate when I miss something good." Spencer sulked back off into the bedroom, leaving Flora and Freddie sitting there.
"Goodnight sweetheart." Freddie kissed her head and pulled the blankets over Flora's back. Flora moved around a little before nuzzling her head into one of the pillows.
Sleepily, she said, "Goodnight Freddie."
Freddie walked back into his room, where Sam was stretched out on the bed, typing on her laptop, probably something about the script and camera angles. "Samantha Puckett, you'd better save and close that laptop before I do it for you." Sam chuckled at Freddie's bluntness and closed the laptop. He leaned down next to her and she grabbed his collar, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
(A/N: Okay, those of you who don't like lemons scroll down until you see the next author's note)
Freddie opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to travel against Sam's lips. She parted her lips, letting his tongue slip inside her. They battled for dominance, and it was a constant tongue-of-war.
They moved in sync and Freddie slowly trailed his hands down her body, until they were on her lower back. He moved his hands under her, and lifted her up so their bodies were pressed against each other. "Mmm… Freddie…Shirt… Off… Now…" Sam mumbled in between kisses.
Freddie pulled his shirt over his head, and Sam trailed her fingers down his body as they continued to make out. Freddie absentmindedly glided his hands through her hair, feeling the soft, silky texture of her bouncy curls. Now, he was laying over her, and started to pull her shirt off. She got the hint and pulled it off the rest of the way.
Freddie stared at her cleavage as if he was a little boy in a candy store. Sam smirked, and bluntly grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts. He massaged them around, then reached behind her and unclipped her bra.
Freddie brought his mouth to the left one and gently sucked on her nipple. Sam through her head back in response. "Oh! Oh my god… Freddie… mmm that feels so good."
"You like that Princess Puckett?" Sam was too mesmerized to do anything but nod. Freddie decided to be direct, "Tell me you like it. I need to hear you say it."
"Ugh! Freddie… I-I love it… don't… stop...oh!" Freddie moved his hands down to her bottoms, sliding them off, leaving her in a pink lacy thong. Sam suddenly blushed and said, "Uh… they were… um… the only pair I could wear so you couldn't see the underwear outline?" It came out as more of a question than an actual explanation. Freddie smirked.
"Uh-huh, sure." He brought his mouth back down to hers and subtly slid her underwear off, only leaving on her black stilettos.
"Wait. I'm not gonna be the only one naked here." Freddie sat up, rolled his eyes, and took off his pants faster than a person could count to three. As Freddie got his pants off, Sam took the mere 3 seconds she had and switched positions on him. She was now straddling him, grinding her hips into his, torturing him just a little bit more than before.
She pulled down his boxers and started to stroke his member. Freddie's eyes rolled back in his head as Sam went up and down is shaft with her hand. Slowly, she left a trail of hot kisses as her mouth made it's way down. Freddie grunted something unintelligible. "I know you like that baby," Sam said.
"Oh… Sam… so hot." Freddie mumbled. Sam took him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. Freddie unconscientiously grabbed the back of her head, and added a little pressure to the back of her head. She got the hint and deep throated him. Her hand grabbed and started rubbing up and down the part that she couldn't reach with her mouth. "Mmm…Sam…oh…I'm… I'm gonna cum!" Sam put his erection as far back as she could in her mouth, and he came in her mouth. It was salty, and not exactly the most pleasant taste, but she loved Freddie, and she knew he loved it when she did that.
While she was trying to decipher the taste, Freddie flipped her over and started sucking and massaging her breasts again. He kissed her cleavage, and his mouth made it's way down to her womanhood. He kissed her entrance, and started to rub her clit.
"Oh my g-god, Freddie…. Mmm… so good…" Sam mumbled. He soon replaced his finger with his tongue. Freddie had learned that sometimes it helps to spell something out with your tongue when you do this. He spelled I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-F-O-R-E-V-E-R, and by the time he finished, she'd already came twice. "Whoa Freddenstein. Mama needs a break. I can barely feel my legs," Sam panted heavily.
After a whole 5-second break, Sam pulled Freddie's head closer to hers, and started nibble on his collarbone. He was already hard again, and he stuck his member in between her folds. Sam cried out, "Oh my-y g-god Freddie! Mmm…" He moved in and out of her, slow at first, but then slowly picking up pace. There were a lot of unintelligent screams, loud, but not loud enough to escape the comfort of their bedroom. "OH Freddie! Harder…" Sam mumbled in his ear. At the moment, Freddie didn't have the self control to stop and slow down to make her beg for it, so he just sped up.
"Sam… I'm… cumming…" Freddie groaned.
"Me too… faster… mmm…. I'm almost there…" Freddie plunged into her as far as he could and they both let out moans and screams, as they came together.
Freddie collapsed next to Sam, breathing heavily. Freddie turned his head to the gorgeous blonde lying next to him and said, "I love you Sam. Forever."
"Freddork, there's no need to get mushy every time we do it. But just for the record, I love you too, forever."
(A/N: Hey! Hey you! Stop Scrolling. The lemon's over. Don't miss any other part of the story!)
They curled up in bed, with Sam's back facing his front, as he draped an arm over her side, they fell asleep in blissful peace.
The next morning when Sam woke up, she didn't find Freddie. Instead, lying next to her was a note that said, "Sam- I went to get breakfast. I figured I'd make you something when I get back up to the room. Remember, couples day." Next to that was a little heart, and Freddie scribbled his name. Sam got up out of the bed, threw on a big sweatshirt and Freddie's boxers and walked outside into the kitchen. She saw Freddie dressed and making breakfast. She checked the clock and it said 11:24am. She never got that much sleep with Flora.
"Good morning Princess. What do you want for breakfast? I have pancakes, French toast-" Sam cut him off by pressing her lips against his.
"I'll have whatever you made. I love your cooking." And it was true. Freddie was quite the cook. When he and Sam were teenagers she'd always joke around that one day she'd marry him for his food.
After they ate breakfast, which consisted of 2 pancakes, bacon and a slice of French toast, Sam went to get her bathing suit on so they could go to the beach. Freddie was already wearing his. Spencer had taken Flora to a local amusement park. It was so nice that he wanted to hang out and spend time with her, giving Sam and Freddie a little break. They loved her to death, but sometimes they just wanted alone time.
Sam reached inside her suitcase and the first bathing suit she picked up was a dark purple one. It had under wire, and was strapless. The bottoms were string tied. It was plain and simple, but Freddie loved it on her. In fact, he'd said it was his favorite one. Sam had also thrown on a white cover up, and in a bag she put a book, sunscreen, her PearPod, and a brush.
They strolled down to the beach, hand in hand, and set up their towel directly in the sun, to get a good tan. Freddie removed his shirt and asked, "Hey Sam do you think you could get my back?" He held out the sunscreen to her, and she took it, but not before gawking a little. Sure she'd seen Freddie's body before, obviously, but definitely not directly in the sun. She put some sunscreen in her hand and slowly ran over the contours of Freddie's back. She traced her hand down every single crease and muscle.
Once they were done putting on sunscreen, Sam and Freddie laid out in the sun for about an hour. Sam had her PearPod in, and she was listening to music, meanwhile, Freddie just slept. It was silent between the two, not awkward silence though. Nothing was ever too awkward between them.
At around 12:30, they went to go get lunch. Freddie suggested this restaurant right by the beach, where they could look out over the ocean. It was a gorgeous view.
"So Sam, I was thinking, what are we going to do when this movie finishes? I mean… what's going to happen between us? I know the movie is far from being done, I just want to know when I should go to New York, pack all my stuff up and fly back out here."
Sam hated talking about this. She didn't want the movie to end, because a finished movie would mean saying goodbye to Freddie. She loved him, and she didn't want to steal him away from his life in New York. That's where all his friends were, his apartment, his life now. "Listen Freddie, I don't want you to drop everything you had in New York to come out here. That's where your life is now. I don't want you to tell everything in your life goodbye for me and Flora."
"Don't you get it Sam? You and Flora ARE my life now. She's my daughter, and I'll be damned if I don't get to see her grow up any more than I already did. And you… I've spent so much time wanted to be with you over these last 6 years Sam, and now that I have you, there is no way in hell I'm gonna let you go again."
Sam sighed. "But what if… what if it doesn't work out between us? What if I screw it up? What if-"
"Sam stop with the 'what if's'. There are 'what if's' to everything in life. Did you ask yourself what if you didn't have Flora? A great production company? What if your life was completely different? But it's not. I promise, Sam no matter what you do, or what I do, I'll always be there for you. No matter what you need from me."
He was just too good. In her mind, she didn't deserve him, or anything he was going to give her. She sighed, giving up, and said, "Freddie, you know I love you. And I want to be with you. But I don't want you to feel obligated to be with me, just because we have a daughter together."
"Sam have you not been listening to a word I've been saying? You know, it seems like you're trying to talk me OUT of dating you. I. Will. Never. Leave. You. I love you. Understand?" Sam nodded her head. Thankfully, their food came just at that time, so Sam could start digging in.
The rest of the day went smoothly. They'd gone back to the beach, and splashed around in the water until both of their hands turned into prunes. When they got back to the room, Sam and Freddie both showered, and just as they were about to walk out the door to go to a romantic dinner on the beach, Carly came rushing in, frantically.
"Carls, what's wrong? Did Gibby do something? Tell me and I'll punch the shit out of that little-"
"No! Sam no! Gibby is perfect, everything with Gibby is totally fine!"
"So why did you come rushing in here, on the verge of a mental breakdown?"
"Be… Because I got a call from the hospital. Josh… h-he overdosed. God, I knew I shouldn't have left the kids with him. Now they're in child protective services. I'm such an idiot I don't know what to do! I called Wendy and told her to pick up the kids. I left a message with child protective services telling them she was going to pick them up and… god Sam I don't know what to do!"
Sam looked at Freddie, who nodded. This was a part of their silent communication, she let him know they were going to be late for dinner.
Sam then turned to Carly and said in her calmest possible voice (while Carly was having a breakdown, the last thing to do was tell her to either calm down, or start freaking out yourself. Sam learned from experience that only made things worse), "Carly Shay. Here's what your going to do. You're going to calm the fuck down first of all. Second of all, you're going stay right here with us. Thirdly, you are going to call Wendy, and make arrangements for the twins to stay with her for the weekend. Next, you're going to look at a house or apartment by my house. You'll stay with me in the meantime. I really miss having you near me, and this is a good reason you should move back down. Oh, and lastly, you're going to call a lawyer and sue for full custody of your children."
And… Dramatic Cliffhanger! I've been in a very cliffhanger-y mood lately… Sorry it's a little short guys, my computer is dying and my charger snapped in half! Please review and let me know what you think/if you have tips/ideas! I love hearing from you guys!