Chapter 19.

I'm About To Lose My Mind

(Sam's POV)

-Two Weeks Later-

I heard the alarm clock go off for Freddie to wake up for school. But that's not what woke me up at 6:30am. Nope, what woke me up was the loud screaming of a newborn.

I've been up for the past forty-five minutes trying to get Morgan to calm down, but she obviously won't. I've given her a bottle, diaper change, tried burping her, rocking her... everything! She just likes being fussy, I guess.

Finally, after a few minutes, Freddie walks sleepily into the nursery.

"Hey, what's wrong with her?" Freddie asked, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Don't you think if I knew what was wrong with her, I would of gotten her to stop crying by now?" I snapped. I didn't mean to, it was the exhaustion of taking care of Morgan. I've literally ran on only three hours of sleep a day, which I didn't think was possible for me.

"Okay, okay. Calm down, Sam." Freddie said.

"How can I possibly calm down? Your mother tried getting her to stop but couldn't, so she left for work. I've been trying to get her to stop crying for the past forty-five minutes, which I'm surprised you didn't hear her at all, but yet you heard your stupid alarm clock go off. I can't take this screaming anymore, it never ends!"

"Here, hand her to me. You're getting too frustrated right now, which is probably why she won't calm down. I'll take care of her, you go back to sleep." I quickly handed Morgan over to Freddie.

"She's your problem now." I said and walked out of the nursery. I walked into our room and tried going back to sleep.

Fifteen minutes later, I felt someone nudging my shoulder. I quickly opened my eyes and saw Freddie standing in front of me. I heard no screaming or crying in the background. Freddie had his finger on his lips as a sign to keep quiet.

"She's asleep now." Freddie whispered. "I'm going to get ready for school, you go back to sleep." He kissed my forehead and I watched him walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Instead of asking him questions on how he got Morgan to sleep, I decided that I could care less at this moment and just needed some sleep for myself. It was hard doing a lot of this on my own. Most of the time, Freddie's at school and work, instead of here helping me. The doctor excused me for five weeks out of work and school, so I'm stuck here for another three weeks.

I slowly drifted away to a peaceful, quiet sleep.

I drifted away to a peaceful sleep. Too bad that's not how I got to wake up. I looked at the clock; 7:48am, well an hour of sleep is sleep and at this rate, it wasn't entirely bad.

I walked into the nursery where Morgan is screaming her head off, again.

"Come on, Morgan. It's too early for this." I said. I picked her up and walked out of the nursery with her.

I walked into the kitchen to warm up her bottle. I've learned, the hard way, not to microwave the bottles. Over-exhaustion may lead to leaving the bottle in there for too long and causing it to explode. We had to buy Marissa a new microwave.

I got a bottle out of the refridgerator, which Marissa prepared this morning. She always prepares the bottles every morning, which is good because I don't have to do it. I placed the bottle on the counter. With a crying baby is one arm, I managed to find a pan and fill it up with water, with the other. I placed the pan on the stove, turned the stove on low, and place the bottle in there.

After a few minutes of getting the bottle warm, I starting feeding Morgan immediately. She stopped crying and accepted the bottle. I sighed in relieve, letting all the tension escape my body.

I walked into the living room and sat on the couch, turning on the TV to some early-morning kid shows. She's too young to comprehend anything right now, but the annoying noises of the shows kept her calm. So I sucked it up and let her watch them.

I looked down at her. The nurse was right; everything about her features were going to change after a couple of weeks. Her eyes were a nice shade of chocolate, identical to Freddie's eyes.

Her hair was no longer brown and was now a shade of golden-blonde. Her hair was also pretty curly, a feature that many doctors and nurses were surprised she had once she was born. Some of her hair has fallen out a bit, but Freddie researched it and said it was normal for newborn babies to lose some of their hair.

She had Freddie's nose, that wasn't hard to tell. And Freddie's cute ears. She looks more like Freddie than me. All she has from me is my hair, lips, and large appetite.

After she finished her bottle, she immediately fell asleep. Awww, she's just like her Mama. Eats, then falls right to sleep.

I took her to the nursery and put her in the crib. Since I don't do any cleaning or cooking or other things that normal mothers would do at this moment, I decided to take advantage of the peaceful environment, and go to sleep. I was too tired to go back in my room, so I grabbed a pillow off the recliner, and went to sleep on the floor, right next to the crib.

It was a nice twenty minute sleep. The first thing I heard was my phone, which was in the pocket of my shorts, went off. I forgot to turn the sound off, so it woke up Morgan. Great.

I got up, my back was already aching. I picked up Morgan and sat in the recliner chair with her. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket to see which idiot texted me. Freddie, of course.

How are you and Morgan? ~Freddie

We were both sleeping 'til you texted me. Now she's crying again. ~Sam

I'm sorry. ~Freddie

You better be. Now I have to figure out how to calm her down again, thank you very much. ~Sam

Well, then stop texting me and get her to stop crying. ~Freddie

First of all, don't tell me what to do, Benson. Second of all, this wouldn't be an issue if you didn't text me. ~Sam

I text you everyday to see how you guys are doing. Maybe you should of been smart and turned your sound off. Or stop sleeping all day. ~Freddie

Excuse me? I sleep only a couple hours a night because you're too lazy to get her when she's crying. Which is pretty ironic because I'm the lazy one! ~Sam

You sleep all the time. ~Freddie

And guess where you're sleeping tonight. I'll give you a hint. It's in the living room and it's quite uncomfortable. ~Sam

Ugh, this is what happens when we get no sleep, we fight. Oh well. He'll realize not to mess with me when I'm exhausted. Morgan stopped crying. I'm not sure how, but she did.

I checked my phone, he didn't text me back. Good. I got up, threw my phone back on the recliner, and placed Morgan back into her crib. I walked out of the nursery and into the living room to watch some TV. Yep, this is an average day for me now. I'm so bored. I kind of wish I was in school.

Hey Sam. Freddie, Gibby, and I are at the Groovy Smoothie. You should come join us. ~Carly

That was probably the most idiotic text message I've ever received in my entire life. And it's from my best friend, too.

One, I can't and you know that. I have a baby to take care of. Two, what the hell is Freddie doing there? He's supposed to be here until he goes into work later. ~Sam

Bring her here, then. We can all bond with the baby :) ~Carly

I swear, it's like talking to a brick wall.

Carly, she's a newborn. And by time I get everything ready to go, you guys would be ready to leave. Tell Freddie to come home. ~Sam

He said he will once he's done with his smoothie. ~Carly

"UGGGGGGGGH!" I threw my phone at the wall with pure frustration, which broke. Chiz. I ran over to my phone, and grabbed the three pieces it broke into. Luckily, everything snapped together and started working.

I didn't mean to break my phone, I just can't take it anymore. I'm about to lose my mind if I have to stay inside this apartment one more day! And stupid Freddie. I don't get to hang out with my friends all day in school and then go to the Groovy Smoothie with them afterwards.

The weird thing is; I have a better time adjusting to becoming a mother than Freddie does as a father. I thought I'd be the one hanging out with Carly and Freddie would be the one at home and stuck with the baby. Instead, I can't imagine one minute away from Morgan but Freddie obviously finds smoothies more important than seeing his daughter. Ugh, I'm going to beat him when he gets home.

I was sitting on the couch, watching Barney, with Morgan in my arms. She was awake but she wasn't being fussy, which was good. I heard the door open and then a few seconds later, it closed. Freddie walked into the living room with a smoothie in his hand.

"Hey." He said softly. I ignored him. "I brought you a smoothie."

I snatched the smoothie out of his hand, not looking at him.

"Okay, I know you're mad about me waking you and Morgan up earlier and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I just wanted to check up on you guys." God, he was so stupid.

"I'm not mad or care about that." I muttered.

"Then why are you mad at me?" He asked. Ugh, he's so frustrating!

"Dude, I'm stuck here every day and every night taking care of Morgan." I said.

"And I have to take care of her too, Sam."

"No, it's different for you. You get to go to school and work and socialize. I might go insane if I stay inside this apartment everyday. And it's like, I'm stuck here, and yet, you can go to the Groovy Smoothie with Carly and Gibby as if you don't have a responsibility at home."

"What do you want from me, Sam? Do you want me to quit school and my job so I can be home all day long with you?" He snapped.

"Hold on." I got up, walked into the nursery, and put Morgan in her crib. Then I walked back into the living room. This was going to get ugly for him snapping at me, and I didn't want Morgan in the middle of that.

"What was that for?" Freddie asked.

"I don't want our daughter witnessing me strangling you." I said. His eyes widened. He knew I wasn't playing around anymore. Okay, I wasn't really going to strangle him, but he doesn't know that.

"Okay, just calm down Sam." He said, putting his hands up.

"How on Earth can I calm down? She wakes up at two in the morning and I'm the one who always gets up, not you. After school today, you went to the Groovy Smoothie and hung out with our friends, knowing I couldn't leave. You get to see them at school every day, I don't. Get home and take care of your damn kid!" I yelled.

I couldn't believe I was having this conversation, and with Freddie of all people. He was the responsible one, not me.

"Alright. You're right. This isn't fair to you, none of it is. I know you want to get out, so how about for the next hour, before I go to work, you go and hang out with Carly and I'll take care of the baby." Freddie said.

"You sure?" I asked.

"Positive. I'm sorry if I haven't been much help to you. I didn't know how badly this was affecting you." Freddie said.

"Dude, I'm watching Barney. That's how bored I am." I said. He laughed and pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back.

"I love you, Sam. And I'm sorry for being a terrible father." Freddie mumbled.

"You're not a terrible father... all the time." I joked. "It could be worse. You could be like my dad and not come back. At least you always do."

"I'd never leave you guys." He kissed the top of my head and let go of the hug. "Now, you better hurry over to Carly's. The clock is ticking."

"But I'm still in my pajamas." I said.

"It's not like she hasn't seen them before." He made a good point. I shrugged and started walking away. Freddie turned around and slapped my butt. I looked at him and he gave me a flirtatious smirk. God, I love this boy. Even if he is an idiot sometimes.

A/N: Okay, so I got some questions for you guys that I'd like for you guys to answer for me in a review (: Or, at least your thoughts about the issues in the questions.

1) Who would of guessed it's SAM being the responsible one?
2) Do you think that Sam over-reacted about being mad at Freddie for having more freedom than her?
3) Do you feel that Sam had the right to be mad at Freddie?
4) Do you think that Freddie will continue this behavior or immediately stop?
5) Who likes Freddie at the end when he slaps her butt? XD Okay, you don't gotta answer that one lmao.

I'm bored, so I thought I'd ask you guys some questions. You don't have to answer them. Your choice.

It's officially Sunday, so:
One Week and Six Days until iLost My Mind :D

Wow, didn't think we'd ever get down to one week and some extra days in the count-down to iLMM.

Also, when I was writing this chapter, I realized that I never mentioned in the last chapter what Morgan's features were. So I thought I should probably do that in this chapter :D

Oh, Thank you for all the reviews and such (: And thank you Embrace Your Inner Gibby for giving me my 100th review :D

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