Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, sadly.

"No I like this one." Sam whined.

"That's like twenty miles away from work. I can't drive that far every morning." I answered calmly.

Sam huffed. "This is impossible."

I grinned and slung my arm around my wife, which was still sort of hard to believe. Sam and I had just gotten back to Seattle from our honeymoon, which was of course in our cottage, in Hawaii. Now we were on my laptop, looking for houses to buy. We were both tired of our apartments and ready to actually own a house.

So far, we had found absolutely nothing.

Then, Sam pulled my arm hard. "Look." she said pointing to a house on the Internet site.

I clicked on it. I smiled, the house looked pretty good.

"Okay, I love this one. Let's buy it." She said. Sam always made split-second decisions, which usually turned out to be awesome. Like our first trip to Hawaii, and the church we got married in.

"Wait let's look at it first." I said and I pulled up the pictures of the house.

"It's in a good location." Sam pointed out and she was right. It was only about ten miles outside of town, but still had a kind of rural look to it.

"Yeah it is." I answered, but Sam wasn't listening because she was already immersed in the inside pictures.

It was a small house, with stone and brick, and a front porch that stretched the entire length of the front of the house. It looked pretty modern, but still kind of had that feeling of being cozy and actually lived in. The inside had a small living room with a stone fireplace in the corner. The kitchen was filled with cabinets and a small bar. IT had granite counters and the cabinets were walnut. It was really nice.

I scrolled down to look at the other pictures. There were two bedrooms, a master and a spare. The master bedroom had its own bathroom, and there was a bathroom in the hallway.

"Okay like I said before, Freddie. Let's buy it." She said.

I laughed. "I really like it."

"Good. You call the realtor lady and I'll start packing." She said completely serious.

I smiled, completely used to Sam by now. "I'll call the realtor, but we're going to tour the house alright?"

She sighed. "I guess. If we have to."

Then, she looped her arms around my neck. I kissed her softly.

She pulled away, and grinned at me. "Go call." She said.

"On it." I said and grabbed the phone. I sat down on the couch, and I guess Sam wasn't ready to pack, because she sat down on my lap.

I dialed the number on my laptop screen and a lady immediately answered.

"Hello. This is Shay's realty. How can I help you?" she said and then I recognized the voice.

My breath hitched in my throat and Sam immediately knew something was wrong.

"What?" Sam whispered.

I wasn't sure what to say but I forced something out. "Hello."

Carly gasped. "Freddie? Is that you?" she said it loudly and Sam heard the voice.

She took in a breath, but grabbed the phone away from me. "Sam?" I said, but she shushed me.

"Yeah hi. This is Sam Benson." She said, stressing the Benson part.

Sam hit the speaker button. "Freddie and I are looking for our first house because we got married a few weeks ago."

Carly didn't say anything and Sam shot a glare at me. As if this was my fault?

"Oh well, I can't help you." She said venom filling her voice.

Then, Sam got a desperate look on her face and I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Wait, Carly. I…" Sam faltered.

"What Puckett?" Carly asked annoyed.

Sam glared at me again and stared to talk. "Okay Shay listen. I found a house I really want, and I really want to go through it."

"Oh." Carly said simply.

"So do you think maybe Freddie and I…?" Sam said.

"Yeah. I can show you the house." Carly said.

They awkwardly made plans for what time and Sam clicked off the phone. She buried her face in my t-shirt.

"Sam what's wrong?" I asked rubbing small circles into her back.

She pulled up and looked at me. "I don't know. I just…"

"Come on Sam. You can tell me. I mean, I'm your husband." I said wondering what in the world could be wrong. She wasn't exactly crying, she just looked sad.

"Well Freddie. Don't get me wrong you're great. I just wish sometimes I had a girl to talk to." She said.

I smiled. For the past few years, it had only been Sam and me. We only had each other, and we talked about everything. But, I guess Sam couldn't really tell me everything. I guess I kind of wished I had a guy to talk to, but it was probably worse for Sam because she used to have Carly to tell everything to.

"Then just make up with Carly." I said.

Sam scoffed. "What? Are you crazy?"

"No…" I said, but before I could finish, Sam cut in.

"You know what? Just forget I ever said that." She said and forced a smile.

I kissed her, and didn't argue because there was no use. Sam was never going to give in. She was really stubborn, and I should know that after knowing her eleven years.

A/N: Thanks for reading and just to let everyone know I plan to keep updating this story for a while, so it's not over yet! Please review!