"Fredwardddd," Sam called to her boyfriend that night—or rather morning, considering it was 3 A.M in the morning. "Go get me a piece of pizza."

"Sammmm," Freddie called back, wanting to still be asleep. "We don't have any more pizza. You ate the last piece the other night."

"I didn't ask you if we had some pizza," Sam said, getting irritated. "I demanded you to go get some pizza."

"Sam, it's 3 in the morning." Freddie said, rolling over. "What demented pizza place stays up this early!?"

"Walmart stays up all night long." Sam suggested.

"You can't be serious." Freddie said, sighing.

"Go!" Sam demanded.

Freddie mumbled a few words of profanity, but soon got up and slipped on a pair of pants and a t-shirt. "I'll be back," He told her, walking out of the door.

"K, thanks honey." Sam smiled to which he sneered.

Soon after he left, Sam found herself staring up at the ceiling.

Would their child be a boy or girl? Sam touched her rather flat stomach, and suddenly started talking to it.

"I know your father and I are rather young but we love you and we're glad you're coming into the world," Sam said. "Don't tell him I ever told you this, but I hope you're just like him."

Sam chuckled, but then stopped when she heard a frantic knock on her door. She knew it wasn't Freddie—he had a key.

She grabbed a bat from the corner, and slowly, peeked out the peephole. "Carly!?"

"Hey, Sam," Carly said, walking into Sam's apartment.

"Why are you here at 3 in the morning!?"

"Well, I've been thinking about this all night," Carly started. "And I've been having the same symptoms for pregnancy as you…and I think I'm pregnant."

Sam's jaw dropped. "Did you and Gibby use…"

"Yeah…but I think it broke." Carly said, slightly embarrassed.

"This is amazing," Sam said, hugging Carly.

"I know," Carly said.

"Did you tell Gibby?" Sam asked, looking at Sam's stomach.

"No, because I'm not positive." Carly sighed. "Would you mind coming with me to take a test tomorrow?"

"Carls, I wish I could," Sam said. "But I offered to work overtime tomorrow…so I won't be home til around nine."

Carly nodded, sadly.

"Hey!" A good idea popped into Sam's head. "Why not ask Melanie? I'm sure she'd be more than happy. I'll call her in the morning. For now, go back home."

"Thanks, Sam," Carly hugged her. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"No problem, Kid," Sam said, smiling. "Now get home."

…

"I can't believe this," Freddie groaned. "I waited thirty minutes for one slice of pizza—and nobody was in line!"

He sighed, thinking he should stop talking to himself. Oh, the things he'd do for his pregnant girlfriend.

When he arrived back to their apartment, he opened the door, quietly, and walked inside, placing the slice of pizza in the microwave.

Gently, he began to walk upstairs—not knowing if Sam was asleep or not. But then, he heard the soft voice of Sam, in the living room.

He walked back down the steps, and saw his girlfriend sitting on the couch.

"Sam?" Freddie asked. Her head turned to his, and she quickly wiped her eyes. "Were you crying?"

"No," Sam said, wiping her eyes once more. "Stupid hormones acting up."

"Sam, I know you were crying," Freddie said, wrapping his arms around her. "What's bothering you?"

"Don't worry about it," Sam said, quickly turning angry. "Did you get my pizza or not, Benson?"

"It's in the microwave but first tell me what's—"

Interrupting him, Sam slapped him, rose from the couch, and went into the kitchen.

Freddie shuddered. "People these days."

…

"Carly, I'm so excited for you," Melanie cheered as they both looked at the pregnancy test.

A grin slipped onto Carly's face. "I'm gonna be a mom…"

"Yeah, we have to tell Gibby!" Melanie said, hugging Carly.

"Yeah…I think I should tell him now."

…

"Dude, I can't believe Sam's pregnant," Gibby said, panting, seeing as he was running on the treadmill at the gym with Freddie.

"I know, right," Freddie smiled a little and continued running. "Are you hoping for a girl or a boy?"

Gibby shrugged. "It's not my child…I mean, if Carly and I did have a child together, I would want a girl. I would want it to be just like her."

Freddie smiled. "You never know…" He stopped his treadmill, but Gibby kept going. "I'm gonna go lift some weights…meet me over there when you finish."

Gibby nodded and took out his phone. Scrolling through his music, he found the perfect song to listen to. During the middle of his song, the ringer went off. His beautiful girlfriend popped up on the screen and he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Babe!" Carly spoke with such enthusiasm, Gibby had thought she'd won the lottery.

"Yeah, what's up?" Gibby asked, speeding the treadmill up.

"I'm pregnant!"

At that moment, Gibby's phone dropped from his ear to the bottom of the treadmill, causing him to trip over his phone and nearly break his jaw on the sliding rubber.

He quickly attacked his phone, putting it up to his ear again. "What…" He panted. "Did you just say?"

"I'm pregnant, baby," Carly said, with extreme excitement. "We're gonna be parents!"

Gibby blinked. "And it's from me?"

"Gibby! Of course!" Carly yelled. "How didn't we notice? I was throwing up…I missed my menstrual, and I took the test. It's our baby, Gib. I'm so happy."

Gibby felt nothing but joy. "I am too." He said, grinning. "I'll be home in a few. Love you, bye."

"Freddie!" He yelled, running halfway across the gym to the weight section, where he noticed his best friend drinking an energy drink. "Carly's pregnant! With my child! Mine!"

Freddie's eyes widened and the drink fizzed out of his mouth. "No way!"

"Yes, way!"

"We gotta get home! Our pregnant women are waiting for us!"

"I agree," Freddie said, hopping in his car.

"Talk to you later, dude!" Gibby said, excitement spread all across his face.

"Bye!"

And both gentlemen were off, seeking their pregnant women.

A/N: HEY xx. I really liked this chapter. REVIEW LOVELIES