By now, you either know who owns what, or you never will.

"Freddie, I don't wanna go to the day spa." Sam protested for the umpteenth time. "I'm a fat cow. Everyone will stare at me."

"No they won't. Carly'll be there with you." Freddie opened her door and helped her out of their Equinox. Freddie had traded his Accord in on the cross over SUV. "I want you to have a good time, enjoy being pampered."

"Alright, but if someone laughs, I'm leaving." He leaned down and kissed her.

"I'll see you tonight."

"I love you." Sam waddled to the door, "Hey Carls, lets get this over with."

"Why you rushing? This is supposed to be relaxing." Carly led her to the front desk, "Hi, Carly Shay and Sam Benson."

"Yes, Mrs. Benson," Sam cut the receptionist off.

"It's Sam, Mrs. Benson is my crazy mother-in-law."

Carly nodded, "She is crazy."

"Okay Sam, Freddie prepaid for the 'Empress' package. So if you could follow me please." She led the two down a short hallway to a set of rooms. "There's robes in the changing room, you can store your clothes in the lockers. I'll wait here for you." Carly and Sam entered separate rooms and emerged shortly.

"I feel like I'm giving a free show here. Am I covered?" Sam turned to Carly.

"Yes, and you look great. I hope I look this good when I'm 9 months pregnant." Carly hugged her friend. "Why are you so self conscious?"

"I'm huge. I weigh, like 170 pounds and I'm only 5 foot 6. That's fat." The pair noticed Sam's robe jump slightly.

"No Sam, that's a baby. Big difference."

"If you will follow me, we can start." The receptionist said.

"What did Freddie get anyway?"

"The 'Empress' package includes a full body massage, Manicure, Pedicure, wash-cut-style, and make-up. You also have the choice of a seaweed wrap or mud bath."

"I'm gonna kill him." Sam laughed. "What are you getting Carly?"

"Seaweed wrap. I heard the mud smells like rotten eggs."

"Make it two wraps."

"The wrap is this way." She pointed them towards the back of the building. "You can hang your robes on the hooks.

"Do I have to take my robe off? I hate the way I look." Sam tried to keep her robe on. Carly pulled it off.

"What don't you like?"

"I'm fat. I don't even have boobs anymore, I have udders."

"Your first?" The attendant asked. She sported a smaller bump.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"I was the same way. You'll get your shape back. Right now, just lay back and enjoy the wrap." She pulled up a cart loaded with seaweed sheets. "This will soften and exfoliate. Also add some color to you." She wrapped the two up and turned the lights down. "There is a two way speaker in here, if you need anything."

"Thank you." Carly said as the attendant left. "Sam?"

"Huh." Sam was dozing off.

"I was a little worried, you were pretty quiet."

"Just a little nervous. I'm due in two weeks. My doctor said that means any day now. You think I'm gonna screw this kid's life up like I did mine?"

"No, Freddie won't let you, plus you have Spencer and Nicole, Mrs. Benson, me and Jim…"

"Rewind that last one. You and Jim?"

"I didn't tell you, he proposed last night. I'm engaged."

"Good for you Carly. I knew that introducing you two was the right thing. So, gimme the deets."

"He cooked me this amazing meal; stuffed pork chops, really nice wine. He said that he had to get something out of his jacket pocket. I was wondering why he had left it on the back of his chair. So there he was on one knee, turns around and holds up this box. I'll show you the ring when we get out."

"Congratulations. You guys have a date in mind?"

"I want a spring wedding, Maybe late May. Sam, I want you to be my Maid of Honor."

"Of course." Sam shifted a little. "It hard to relax with the baby crushing me. I should of laid on my side. Do you know why Freddie's doing this for me?"

"Because he loves you, and wants you to feel beautiful."

After the wrap, the two were ushered to the masseuse. Sam was worried that she would not be able to lie on the table, but saw that the spa had a massage table designed for pregnant women.

"Oh yeah, right there, you feel that knot?" Sam was enjoying the strong hands work her back muscles. "God that feels so good."

"Should I leave the two of you alone?" Carly joked from her table.

"Sorry, it's just that my back is killing me."

Sam didn't want the massage to end; she could walk without pain now. Before they went to get their pedicures, they got some of the finger food from the small buffet. As they sat in the chairs, feet soaking in warm water, Carly noticed Sam day dreaming. "Sam?"

"Yeah, just thinking."

"About?"

"The past. You realize, it was 7 years ago this month, I was planning to end my life." Sam sniffled, "Now, I'm getting ready to bring a new life into the world." She took a breath, "I used to think that no one liked me, now, I'm surrounded by love. I have a future worth having." Sam wiped the single tear from her cheek. "I don't think I ever said 'thank you'."

"And I never thanked you for getting me help for my eating disorder." Carly replied. She broke the silence. "What color you getting?"

"Freddie likes this shade of blue I have at home."

"I'm getting a dark red." She had a naughty grin.

"You are a total horn dog."

Much to their dismay, the day wound to an end. As Sam was getting ready to put her shirt and pants back on, Carly held up a blue dress on a hanger, "Freddie told me to have you put this on." She helped Sam get it over her head without messing her hair up.

"Wow." She looked at the blue dress. It was a maternity cut, but clung to her nicely. The make up artist applied the finishing touches to Sam's face.

"Have a look." She pointed to a full-length mirror. Sam turned and stared; this couldn't be her, could it? She slowly walked up to the mirror, moving her arms in random patterns.

"You used water-proof make up, right?" Carly whispered to the artist.

"The only thing I use." Sam was touching the mirror, she thought that maybe they had Melanie on the other side. She was starting to tear up.

"This can't be me. I'm… I'm,"

A new voice finished her sentence, "As beautiful as the day I married you." Freddie came around the corner and handed her a single red rose. He was wearing his best suit. "Happy anniversary."

"What? Today was our anniversary and I forgot it. I'm so sorry Freddie." Sam was getting worked up.

"Relax, it's okay." He held her in his arms, "Ready for dinner?"

"Where?"

"Michael's Steak House."

"First you make me look nice, now you're taking me to the best steak house in town. I love you." She kissed him.

Carly followed them outside, and whistled at the town car Freddie had rented for the night. "How are you affording all this?"

"I got a big bonus at work for my program."

"Which one was that?" Sam asked. The driver opened her door.

"We called in 'Eagle Eye', it automatically streams the surveillance feeds to the police when a silent alarm is tripped."

"That was you?" Carly was surprised.

"Yeah, I just came up with it one morning and my supervisor told me to run with it."

Carly waved as the car sped off into the night. "So, what do I owe you?"

The receptionist rang up her total and Carly added a tip, it was more than she should have spent, but she figured it had been more for Sam. She smiled as she thought of Jim and how he would react to her new haircut.

The smells assaulted her nose even before they entered the four star restaurant. The two walked up to the hostess; Sam was eyeing the display case, the various cuts of meat behind the glass were calling to her.

She looked at the woman holding the menus, "I want that steak." She pointed to the one. "Well done." The hostess looked surprised.

"She takes her meat very seriously."

"This is unusual, but okay, your potato?"

"Loaded baked."

"Vegetable?"

"Mixed."

"Side salad?"

"Caesar."

"Would you like to order now sir?"

"I'd like to sit down and look the menu over. But, we will have the spinach dip appetizer. And two ice teas."

Freddie looked over the menu then at Sam, "You look beautiful."

"Stop it, you're making me blush. Why'd you do this for me?"

"I wanted you to see yourself as I see you, even pregnant, you're still beautiful." He leaned over and kissed her.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter interrupted them. He looked bored.

"I'll have the Flat iron steak, butterflied, well done. Roasted potatoes, and steamed vegetables."

"And your salad?"

"Chef, Italian dressing."

The waiter looked at Sam, "I already put my order in, can we get some rolls please?"

"I'll bring them out."

"Now, where were we?" Sam had a mischievous look in her eye.

Freddie pulled a jewelry box from his pocket, "Happy anniversary."

Sam opened it and gasped, there was a set of earrings, they looked like handcuffs, one end was the hook, and the other held a diamond. "They're beautiful, I feel awful I didn't get you anything."

He caressed her belly, "Didn't you?" He kissed her again. "You've given me more than I could of ever dreamed of. I love you, Samantha."

"I am so giving you a wedgie later." She kissed him again.

Officer Benson was walking the street; there was no one else around. As she turned the corner she ran into pregnant Sam. She was wearing the blue dress from three nights ago.

"Long time, no see." Benson said.

"I just stopped by to say good luck." Sam hugged Benson. As they touched, Benson felt herself become front heavy. Looking down, she saw she was carrying the baby.

"I'm pregnant?"

"You always were, I was just carrying it until the time was right. Wake Freddie up." Sam dissolved as Benson woke up. She glanced at the clock, 5:38 am.

Shaking her head, those dreams always bothered her; Sam rolled out of bed. As she stood up, wetness ran down her legs. I peed myself. She thought for a moment, then the contraction hit her.

"Freddie." She shook the bed. "Freddie, my water broke!"

"Take mine." He was still half-asleep, as he handed her a bottle of water.

"NO, my water broke! I'm having the baby!"

Freddie snapped up in bed, "NOW!"

"Right now."

"What's all the noise?" Marisa cracked the bedroom door. She had moved in temporarily to stay with Sam when Freddie was at work. "Is everything alright?"

"Mom, Sam's water broke! We gotta get to the hospital, we gotta get the bags, we gotta…"

-SMACK-

"What the hell is that for?" Freddie rubbed his cheek.

"You were freaking out, now is not the time to panic." Marisa said calmly. "By the numbers, like we practiced."

"I'll bring the car to the front, and wake Carly up and have her help you with Sam. Call the doctor and tell him what's going on." Freddie took a deep breath "You get Sam's overnight bag and meet me at the door."

"That's better Fredward, stand up straight."

Freddie grabbed his keys and headed for the stairs, this was faster than waiting for the elevator. As he passed the Shay's door, he gave it three hard knocks, followed by two more. This was their code for Sam going into labor.

Spencer opened the door, "FOR REAL?" He was in his duck pajamas.

"Yes, get Carly up and help Sam, I'm getting the car." The lobby was empty at this hour so he didn't have to endure Lewbert's rants. He pulled the SUV around and opened both passenger side doors. Carly, Marisa and Sam came out a minute later.

"How we doing?" Freddie helped Sam into the front seat.

"Contractions are irregular and random." Marisa answered, as Sam grunted again.

"That one was a little stronger."

Freddie was driving as cautiously as he dared. He was going slightly over the posted speeds and rolling through the stop signs. He tried to make a yellow light, but ended up running a red. He hoped no one saw that, but a cruiser pulled in behind him and switched on its lights.

"Can you see the number?" Sam asked, grunting again.

"55" Carly looked out the back window.

"Good, that's Rodgers."

The officer walked up to the driver's side window. "You know why I pulled you… Sam?"

"Water broke, going to the hospital."

"Keep on my tail kid, I'll escort you there." Sam could almost hear the radio call. With the shooting and her being a rookie, the station had taken an interest in her. With the cruiser's lights and siren, they made the last mile in less than 30 seconds. As Freddie pulled up to the emergency room door, Rodgers was already out and an orderly had a wheelchair waiting.

"I called ahead." She told them. "Good luck Sam. See you in 6-8 weeks." She joked.

"I'll be in before then, gotta fill out the medical forms."

"How you doing?" The OB resident asked as Sam was wheeled in. She, Freddie and Sam took the first elevator up to Labor and Delivery. "How far apart are you?"

"Nothing regular, but they're getting stronger."

"Change into this please." He handed her a hospital gown. Freddie helped her change clothes. A young woman walked in with a small tray.

"Ready for the epidural?"

"Sure." Sam sat on the edge of the bed as the woman set to work inserting the tube into her spinal column. Freddie got nervous whenever he saw needles close to the spine.

"We're in, let me get you hooked up and you should be feeling better soon."

"I'll feel better when this watermelon's outta me."

"I need to check your cervix." The Doctor was gloving up. Sam gasped slightly as his hand invaded her.

"Could you at least buy me dinner first."

One of the nurses put a belt on Sam's lower belly. "What's this?" She asked.

"Fetal heart monitor. I just need to find…There it is." On the monitor's screen, the number jumped to 155 beats per minute.

"Did anyone call dad?" Sam looked concerned. "I want him here."

"I'll call him." Freddie pulled out his phone and walked to a corner. A few minutes later he returned. "He's gonna pick up Melanie on the way here. How you doing?"

"Feeling better." She had a slight smile.

"The epidural just kicked in, we'll manage the pain killers until she's fully dilated. As she gets further along, we'll lessen the dosage so when she needs to push, she'll be ready."

"Thanks." Freddie was as calm as he could be. He looked at Sam, lying on the hospital bed. "How you doing?"

"A little scared."

The doctor checked Sam one last time. "Okay, you're at 10 centimeters, when the next contraction starts, you bear down like you're trying to push your lungs out your feet. You two hold her legs up and back like this," She pushed Sam's knee to her elbow. "I'll be ready to catch the baby." She looked at the monitor, "Everyone ready?" They nodded.

"PUSH."
Sam squeezed her eyes shut in effort. She felt something move inside her.

"Stop. Alright, the baby's moving nicely, remember, don't scream, you need that energy to push. Ready?"

Panting, "I can't breath." One of the nurses pressed the oxygen mask to her face. Sam took a couple of deep breaths. "I feel like I have to go to the bathroom."

"We got a bedpan down here and some wipes." Sam felt the next contraction starting. She continued to push with the contractions, finally she heard some good news.

"The heads crowning, one more should be enough." The doctor looked at Sam; "You got one more left in you?" Sam nodded weakly.

Sam bore down once again; Freddie was on her right side. "There's a spiral sliced waiting for you." At the mention of ham, she doubled her efforts.

-WHAAAAA-

Sam opened her eyes, "Is that Willow?"

"You wanna do the honors, Dad?" Freddie took the scissors and snipped the cord. "I wanna see her."

"The doctors have to wipe her off first, you did great Sam." Freddie kissed her forehead. Carly took a towel and wiped Sam's face off, smiling at the new parents.

"Congratulations. She's beautiful." Carly looked at the tiny infant.

"Hey there, I'm you mommy." Sam whispered to her daughter. For all the pain she was in, everything was right with the world. "You got your daddy's eyes."

"And your mom's nose."

"So, you guys wanna keep her or trade her for the cash and prizes?" Carly joked. "Guys?"

Neither one heard her; they were too busy showering the newest Benson with love.

A/N: This ends our adventure with the 'iCarly' gang. I may write a sequel, there are a few loose ends still out there. Thank you for all your comments.