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Chapter 13

Sam opened her eyes slowly and it took her a minute to remember where she was. They were driving back to Seattle after spending hours at Freddie's uncle's house with fifty of his cousins. It was still Christmas Eve but for the time they spent there Sam felt like it should already be Christmas. It was 11:30 when they pulled into the parking lot of Bushwell, 11:45 when they crawled into bed, and 6 AM Christmas morning when Spencer called asking where they were. Freddie showered and got dressed; letting Sam sleep later, and gathered the gifts they'd gotten their friends.
"Sammy," he whispered shaking her lightly as she fluttered her eyes open.
"What time is it?" She groaned hiding her face in the pillow.
"Almost seven, we have to go to Spencer's," he said sitting beside her.
"No," she said. "No way, yesterday you made me spend hours with your relatives and it's not even seven in the morning. I'm pregnant Freddie," she whined.
"So?"
"It's an excuse for something," she argued.
"Please get up," he said tickling her shoulder blade.
"Fredward Benson," she squealed sitting up.
"Yes dear?"
"Get out of my bedroom," she ordered with a stern look on her face.
"It's my bedroom," he argued crossing his arms.
"Out," she said standing up and pushing him off the bed.
"Just get dressed," he said walking down the hall. He stopped halfway to the kitchen and peered into the nursery. He stood in the hallway and took in the sight of it. The crib, the mobile Sam loved so dearly, the name plaque that Carly had elegantly painted "Lucy". He gulped as he tried to imagine a baby lying in the crib or Sam sitting in the rocking chair singing to her. And then he was scared as he thought of every possible thing that could go wrong, if something happened to the baby, if something happened to Sam. He felt dizzy as he thought about it, he couldn't bear the idea of losing his daughter, but losing Sam…he couldn't think of it. He shut the door and sat on the couch thinking until Sam entered. She was wearing dark jeans and a red sweater with a reindeer on it
"Don't you dare make fun of me Freddie Benson," she warned as she stood in front of him.
"Sam," his tone was serious as he looked up at her.
"What's wrong?" She asked kneeling in front of him.
"I love you," he said taking her hands in his.
"I love you too," she said trying to figure out why he was looking at her like that.
"I'm sorry," he said moving his hands to pull her to him as he buried his face in her shoulder.
"Oh my God Freddie who died?" Sam asked sounding scared.
"No one," he said laughing a little.
"Are you okay?" She asked as he pulled away and held her face in his hands.
"Yeah," he nodded. She stood up slowly and offered him her hand. He gratefully took it and stood up as well. He grabbed the bag of presents and followed her out the door. The drive to Spencer's was awkward to say the least.
"We're here," Sam announced as she undid her seatbelt.
"Yup," Freddie said opening his door and moving to the back seat to retrieve the gifts. Sam slung her purse over her shoulder and extracted herself from the car. She reached the front door before Freddie and was greeted by Brad who looked even more tired than her.
"Geez what happened to you?" Sam asked.
"You look lovely too," Brad said rolling his eyes.
"They're here!" Sam heard a small voice from inside, "can we open them yet?"
"Patience," Sasha said. "You two better get in here!" Freddie came up behind Sam and walked past her to the living room. They were greeted with a swarm of Merry Christmas', hugs, and kisses.
"Sit by me Aunt Sam," Allie said pulling her by the hand to the couch. Sam sat down carefully beside the little girl and rubbed her stomach soothingly as Lucy began to kick. Freddie looked over at her and gave her a concerned look. She noticed his expression and smiled at him.
"Carly gets to play elf this year," Spencer declared bouncing John on his shoulder.
"Yay!" Carly said jumping off Brad's lap and putting on her Santa hat. She picked up a few packages and distributed them accordingly.
"Here's one for Allie…and Sasha…ooh one for Freddie…Carly…Brad…Spence…another for Allie…John…Sam," she handed Sam a small package which read. To Sam, Love Carly. She opened the wrapping carefully then the box and began to tear up.
"What?" Freddie asked noticing her expression. Sam picked up the hand carved wood plate with Lucy written in delicate letters.
"Thanks Carly," she said hugging her friend.
"You're welcome," Carly said sitting back down to open her present from Spencer. An hour later after all the presents were opened Carly and Brad left to finish come last minute wedding details and Sasha was watching Miracle on 31st Street with Allie and John.
"I think we're gonna head out," Freddie told Spencer.
"Aw really?"
"Yeah, Merry Christmas," he said hugging his old friend.
"Merry Christmas Spence," Sam said hugging him after.
"Do you still have that crush on me?" Spencer asked.
"What?" Freddie asked.
"Nothing," Sam said winking at Spencer. Freddie and Sam walked down the street hand in hand until they reached the car.
"Merry Christmas," Sam said turning to her husband.
"Merry Christmas," he said brining his lips to meet hers.
"Get a room," Spencer called from the still open doorway of his house.

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