A Happy Mistake
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or any of the characters. That is owned by Nickelodeon and Dan Schneider. I only own the storyline and any original characters.
Author's Note: Sorry... I meant to post this yesterday but I had so much homework, that I couldn't finish it! :) I hope you like the chapter! :)
Sam's Pregnancy Progress: 11 Weeks
Chapter 18
Sam sat on the cold tile floor, shivering as her tears turned to ice. Her back was against the wall and her legs were stretched out, almost to make sure that she was colder than she had to be. Her panting had became even and she was rubbing her now hardened belly. She would start showing soon and quite frankly, she couldn't wait. She was done with everything, Brad, Tilly, everyone. She just wanted to leave and never come back. She wanted to move to New York and raise her son or daughter in peace. Sadly, that wasn't possible. She couldn't leave Freddie after he had promised that he would never leave her and she couldn't stop loving Brad. She had a feeling of love and passion which kept on burning in her heart. She was so sure it had been for Brad, but now she wasn't so sure, how could she love someone who hurt her this much? But if it wasn't Brad, who could it be?
Freddie didn't say anything when he walked onto the balcony. He hadn't saw what happened but when he saw Brad grabbing Kay and running out of the apartment with a bright red hand mark on his cheek and a face mirroring one that had just seen a ghost, he knew something bad much have happened. Freddie sighed as he saw Sam crying from the doorway and he just wrapped a blue blanket around Sam, the same one she had been wrapped in after they had had sex. She had her eyes closed and didn't open them until he enveloped her in a tight hug.
Sam's tears soaked through Freddie's shirt. "You've never lied to me. Right?" Sam croaked. That wasn't something Freddie expected. "No. Of course not." That was a lie. A big one. Sam still didn't know that her mother knew about her pregnancy and she also didn't know that Freddie was the one that told her, but he couldn't tell her now. She was so upset, how could he hurt her even more? "What happened Sam?"
"Brad was engaged to Tilly and he never told me." Sam started, as Freddie stroked her hair. "Then we started fighting about how long it took me to tell him that I was pregnant."
"Oh. Are you okay?"
"Yes I'm okay. I slapped him."
"I know I saw the mark on his face." chuckled Freddie. "What did he say that made you slap him?"
"He called our baby a mistake."
"No he didn't. I'll kill him."
"Sure you will." Sam laughed. "I know the baby wasn't planned but 'mistake' makes it sound like it's a bad thing."
"Yeah, but there are happy mistakes."
"Happy mistakes?"
"Mistakes in which good things come out of."
"So us not using a condom while having sex was a happy mistake?"
"Exactly!"
"Exactly!" Sam mocked Freddie.
"Exactly!" he grinned. "You know, we never had that 'Just Dance' rematch."
"Yeah, but you aren't going to win Fredward. You might as well give up now."
"Yeah... no!" Freddie retorted as he helped Sam up.
"We'll see, now won't we." Sam smirked.
Sam and Freddie laid on the couch underneath a blanket. The TV was on, but Sam and Freddie weren't really watching it. The only other source of light was the light of the city illuminating into the apartment. Their legs were tangled with each other on the footrest and Freddie had his arms wrapped around Sam as she laid on his chest. Sam had won the rematch, of course and now she was too "tired" to go to bed. "You don't find this weird?" Freddie asked, looking down at Sam.
"What?"
"That we can just lay here, so close to each other."
"We've know each other since we were five."
"Yeah but.."
"We're just friends! Do you think it's weird?"
"No. It's just that other people do."
"Well people are stupid."
"I guess."
"They are. Anyways, I have something to show you."
"What's that?" Freddie asked, suspiciously. Sam smiled as she lifted up her shirt revealing the tiny baby bump she had kept so excellently hidden. "You're starting to show!" Freddie grinned.
"I know!" Exclaimed Sam as she sat up so she could look at Freddie. "I'll be in maternity clothes probably by next week!"
"Wow. Can I feel it?"
"Of course you can. Bucket is your child too and you are my best friend."
"Thanks." Freddie whispered as he placed his hand on Sam's belly. "There's really a baby in there."
"I know. I still can't believe we're having a baby."
"It's crazy."
"Yeah. When I started dating Brad I was sure he would of been the one that I would marry and have kids with. Maybe he still is, but I'm not sure."
"You guys didn't even date for that long."
"I know, but when you have a love like me and Brad did, you'll understand."
"Well what type of love did you and Brad have?"
"Amazing, perfect, consuming, sexy, painful, deep, infinite, passionate, beautiful and everything I've ever wanted. I just wish it didn't hurt as much as it does. Since, No guy will ever love me like that again."
"One will, I promise."
"Sure, because men love to date single mothers."
"Sure they do."
"Yep and every girl like to take mass-murderers."
"I guess not. Let's get some sleep Sam." Freddie declared, urging Sam to get up.
"Can't we sleep here tonight?"
"Sure, but we have to change into our pyjamas and brush our teeth first."
"Fine, mother. You just ruined the mood, I don't t want to sleep with you anymore."
"You do realise how that sounds right?"
"Yeah, let's not think about that anymore. Meet you here in ten?"
"Okay. First person back wins the left side of the couch."
"You're on!"
Glittering light from the sun woke Freddie up at eight a.m., but not Sam. She continued to sleep peacefully while she dreamt about anything and everything. Freddie watched as her chest rose and fell in a perfect pattern. Her hair had became curly again and the sun's rays were radiating off of her hair. He smiled as he realised how close they were to each other. He was close enough to kiss her without him even having to move his head. He would of, if she hadn't confessed her undying love for Brad the night before. He just didn't get it. He hurt her, left her crying and made her not leave her room for days, but for some reason she still wanted to go back to him. He didn't understand it and he used to be able to always understand Sam. Freddie's thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on the door. "Get the door Freddie!" Sam groaned. "It's too early!"
"Fine." Freddie replied as he got up and answered the door. He opened the door to see that Brad was standing on the other side of the door, with a bouquet of flowers, a container of fudge and a stuffed animal in tow. "It's Brad." Freddie called out, trying to mask his how disappointed he was to see Brad there.
"Brad!" Sam cried as she ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Sam, I'm so sorry." Brad whispered into her ear. "For everything."
"I'm sorry too." She whispered. "For slapping you."
"I did kind of deserve it."
"Yes. You did. So, what do we have here?" Sam asked greedily looking down at Brad's gifts.
"These are for your nose." Brad smiled handing her the bouquet of flowers.
"Purple ranunculuses. They're my favourite flowers, how did you know? I never tell anybody because it's too girly."
"Remember when I took you to that market on the pier?"
"Yeah,"
"When we walked by the flower stand I saw your eyes light up when you saw them and I knew."
"They're not even in Season. I was so amazed that they had them. How did you get them?"
"I have my ways." Brad smirked.
"What else did you get me?"
"I got made you some fudge and I got you the toy for your baby."
"Thank you. It's perfect and it's got a little rattle in it! Freddie look! It's a lamb!"
" It's cute." Freddie mumbled.
"Really Brad, thank you."
"So you forgive me?"
"Yeah, but I'm mad at you for waking me up so early."
"Well, I have brunch today with my friends so I had to come early. Do you want come with me? You get any food you want."
"I would love to. Wait, is Ian going to be there?"
"No. He was other plans. Why do you ask."
"No reason. Yeah I'll come." Sam chuckled nervously.
"Great!"
"I just need to get changed and brush my teeth. When does brunch start?"
"At ten."
"Well then come with me to my room. I need to show you something."
"Ok, but here." Brad started as he pulled a piece of paper out of his coat. "It's a an acrostic poem I wrote for you."
"An acrostic? That's the best you could do?" smirked Freddie.
"Freddie! He didn't have that much time to write a poem. Give him a break."
Why do I love you? I love you because you are...
Stunning
Adorable
Magical
Adventurous
Naughty
Ticklish
Hilarious
Amazing
I love you because you're you.
Love, Brad
Sam arrived at work on a Monday morning confident and ready to confront Beth about her feelings for Brad. She wasn't going to be petty, but she really wanted to know if she still liked him. "Morning Bethany." Sam smiled as she entered her office.
"Morning Samantha." Beth replied, a bit confused as to why they were using each other's full names. "How was your weekend?"
"Great. I made a girl cry, I slapped Brad and I beat Freddie in a Just Dance competition."
"Wow. That's a pretty eventful weekend."
"Yeah. How was yours? Did you spend time with your boyfriend. What's his name again?"
"Alan and yes I did spend time with him."
"Oh yes. Well, have you guys done it yet?"
"You mean 'it' it."
"Yeah."
"Yeah, we've done it."
"Great! Is he good at it? Brad is. it's too bad Tilly had him in High School. You missed out."
"What do you mean?"
"I think you know."
"Tilly told you?"
"Yeah she did. Lots of people seem to be keeping things from me now a days."
"Sam I..."
"Save it. I really don't care. I just don't want to have things like that kept from me okay?"
"Okay."
"You don't still like him do you?"
"No, of course not."
"Good, now let's get ready for the day. We have three venues to visit and five clients to see. You got our fruit teas right?"
"Yep. We're ready to go!"
February 11st 2013
Hi Bucket,
Happy first day of February! I'm finally starting to show! I'm not huge, obviously but I am growing. God, my head hurts and it's all your fault! Or maybe it's Freddie fault, he's the one who impregnated me. He doesn't like me using the term 'knocked up'. He's such a swat, which is a grown up term for nub (he's still a nub though).
It's four days until your daddy's birthday and I had the best thing planned for him during the President's Day week. Seriously, he would of loved it. However, it had to be postponed until after we go to the Clayhill's lake house in Pennsylvania. It's an eleven hour flight! ELEVEN HOURS! I swear if I have to sit next to Kay I will jump out of the plane. She's nice... really nice... but she's just so annoying. It's like someone gave her a peppy pie with pep juice and an extra side of peppy annoyingness. I'm not saying that I don't like her, I just can't spend eleven hours with her.
I'm twelve weeks pregnant which means right now you are the size of a plum. You're still super small, but now like every knows I'm pregnant so Carly wants to plan Freddie and I a surprise. I don't know what it is and I'm not sure I want to know.
I have another appointment tomorrow which is great. As long as Doctor Holt doesn't take anymore of my blood. I think she wanted to start talking to me about my birth plan. I've decided that I will go natural unless I seriously cannot take the pain. I'm me so I don't think that will be a problem. Freddie wants me to have an epidural but I think he's afraid that I'll hurt him more than he wants me to not be in so much pain. He's not as smart as he thinks he is. I'll probably hurt him either way.
Well I've got to go. Your father and I are making dinner. Chicken and rice Yummy! Yummy! Yummy! I bought a lot of cook books when I was with Carly buying some actual maternity clothes. Get ready for some good food Bucket! I don't see why Freddie doesn't let us name you Bucket. It works for a boy or a girl. Obviously your last name couldn't be Puckett. Bucket Puckett would be unfortunate.
Only about a month until we find out your gender (I'm secretly hoping for a boy! But if you're a girl that's fine too. As long as your healthy I'll be happy).
One day closer to me being a mother,
Sam
"Freddie you already started!" Sam pouted.
"I know but you were busy. You can add the spices to the barbeque sauce and then stir them together." Freddie replied.
"I can't even eat barbeque sauce!"
"Yeah, but I can."
"You're an oaf."
"Love you too."
"Sure. So this is the spoon you want me to use? " Sam asked, running a spoon through her hands.
"Uh huh."
"Well, we better make sure we lock this up before the baby arrives. When he or she get's big enough to use a spoon..." Sam started, with a slight smirk. "this might happen." Sam smiled as she dipped the spoon into the sauce and flicked it at Freddie.
"You did not just do that." Freddie gasped in a sarcastic manner.
"Oopsy Daisy!"
"You're right or Bucket might use his or her hands..." sneered Freddie as he dipped his hands into the sauce. "and do this!" Freddie grinned as he rubbed sauce all over Sam's cheeks. "You shouldn't have done that."
Sam and Freddie started their full on sauce war. Their white kitchen was being splotted with spots of brown and was filled with the sound of various splats and laughter. Freddie had pinned Sam to the fridge and was running his barbecue sauce coved hands through her hair. "You have really pretty eyes." Freddie commented.
"Begging for mercy?" Sam laughed.
"Never." He whispered as he leaned into her.
"Oh." Sam exhaled, letting out the breathe she didn't know she was holding.
Sam and Freddie's lips were only an inch apart, Freddie was about to close the distance between them when there was a knock on the door.
A/N: Who do you think is at the door? And why? :/ I know that it took Sam less than twelve hours to forgive Brad, but the longer it would have taken her to forgive Brad, the longer she will take to forgive Freddie for what he's been keeping from him. This wasn't a very eventful chapter but the next one will be... I hope you liked it! :) Please review! xoxo