"So tell me what happened after you two kissed," Carly said excitedly as her and Freddie sat at his table the next morning, sharing a box of cereal.

"Well, we talked and she told me she felt she was ready to start dating," Freddie replied. "So after she used her Sammish ways to get the credit for officially getting us to go out, we decided that we'd go out for our first date this weekend."

"Oh! That's great!" Carly smiled. "So where are you going to take her?"

"I don't know yet," Freddie sighed. "I'm not exactly an expert on taking girls out. Do I stick with the usual dinner and a movie? Do I try and be fancy? Adventurous?"

"Well you have dated Sam before," Carly reminded him. "And she's not exactly a stranger. You know what she likes."

"Yeah, but this is different," Freddie sighed. "In high school we were both new at the whole dating thing, so obviously we had to start simple. But now she's been married. What sort of dates is she used to?"

"Well maybe you could ask Sam what she'd want to do," Carly suggested.

"But that's so lame," Freddie moaned. "What kind of guy can't even think up a first date idea on his own?"

"It's not lame to get ideas from her," Carly said. "Besides, I'm sure she'd like to have some say in where you take her. She's Sam, after all."

"Yeah…yeah I guess it couldn't hurt to go to Sam for some suggestions," Freddie agreed. "We did say we'd finalize everything today. Hey, I have an hour before I need to be at work. Wanna swing by the restaurant and ask her now?"

"Sure," Carly nodded. "Let's go."

….

When Carly and Freddie arrived at the restaurant, they looked around only to find Sam nowhere in sight.

"Sam's not here right now," Kenna said, coming over to Freddie, giving him a friendly smile and barely giving Carly anything but a cold glare.

"Oh," Freddie said. "Well, do you know when she'll be back? I, um, sort of wanted to talk to her about something."

"She'll probably be gone for at least another couple hours, she's doing some paperwork with her realtor; she sold her house!" Kenna told him.

"Whoa, no way!" Freddie grinned. "That's great! One of the families that looked at the place decided to go ahead and buy it?"

"No, she has no idea who bought it, actually," Kenna said. "But I don't think she cares too much."

"Well either way, she must be happy," Freddie said.

"Yeah," Carly echoed. "She-She must be."

"Well, if you're not in any rush, why don't you stay for some lemonade?" Kenna said.

"Sure, I have time for a quick drink before work," Freddie nodded, heading over to the bar. He looked over his shoulder as Carly reluctantly began to follow.

"So what did you want to talk to Sam about?" Kenna asked, grabbing a pitcher of lemonade and pouring a glass for Freddie. She looked over at Carly and pursed her lips. "Do you want any?"

"Oh, um, yes please," Carly said.

"I just wanted to, um, talk to her about…things," Freddie said.

"Uh-huh," Kenna nodded. "And would these things happen to involve you kissing her yesterday and you two going out on a date this weekend?"

"I'm guessing Sam told you everything then?" Freddie chuckled.

"Duh! Of course she did!" Kenna grinned. "I think this is great; I'm so happy for you guys."

"Thanks," Freddie said, sipping his lemonade. "Hey…Kenna, maybe you can help me. See, I came here to see if I could figure out what Sam would like to do on our first date. You have any ideas?"

"Hmm," Kenna said thoughtfully. "You'll need to have food…."

"Well that was a given," Freddie nodded.

"Hey, why don't you look and see if there's any cool events or something happening around here this weekend?" Carly suggested. "That might be nice."

"Hey, good thinking, Carls," Freddie said, pulling out his phone. "Let's see…there's a wine tasting at some museum."

"Sam doesn't like most wines," Kenna told him.

"Eh, that's fine, I'm not that big a fan myself," Freddie shrugged. "Oh, there's an art festival a few blocks from here. Think that'd be something she'd like?"

"Maybe," Kenna said. "Though she tends to get bored if she can't find pictures of zombies or something."

"What about a marionette show?"

"Um, those are creepy, don't you think?" Carly frowned.

" I guess," Freddie nodded.

"Yeah, Sam hates puppets," Kenna agreed. "We had a guy in the apartment across from us in New York who collected the things and it was the worst experience of our lives."

"Hey! Hey this is perfect!" Freddie said, looking at his screen. "Sam will love this; there's some bit MMA expo coming here this weekend!"

"Whoa! That's exactly what Sam would want to do!" Carly exclaimed. "She'd love it!"

Kenna frowned. "No…You-You can't take her there."

"Why not?" Freddie asked. "You can't be telling me Sam Puckett isn't still a huge MMA fan."

"She is," Kenna said. "But…so was Aiden. Going to these fights was sort of their thing. They went every year. Sam might be getting back into the dating scene, but there's no way she'd be alright going there…especially on a first date."

"Oh," Freddie said softly. "Yeah…that's probably not a good idea then."

"Sam's actually been dying to go to the boardwalk on the beach," Kenna said. "It's about an hour from here…why don't you take her there? There's a great crab restaurant, and you guys can walk around and talk or play some games or whatever."

"Hmm…yeah, I think that could work," Freddie said thoughtfully. "The boardwalk with Sam…sounds like a perfect first date."

…

Sam barely paid any attention to what she was putting where as she grabbed plates and cups from her cabinets and tossed them into the cardboard boxes she had picked up from the junkyard on her way back from the realtor.

She was in such a good mood; it seemed finally things were going her way.

Her meeting with her realtor had gone exceptionally well. She had told Sam that in addition to buying her home, whoever this buyer was had no rush to move in, so Sam didn't have to run around trying to pack up everything in only a few days. After the meeting, Sam had gone right over to the new, smaller house she had been eyeing and praying no one else bought for so long and put in her offer, only to have it accepted and approved at once. She could move in whenever she pleased.

As much as she was going to miss this place, she knew she needed to leave. She still felt haunted every time she walked past the living room, and she hoped maybe in a new environment, Roxy would begin to move past that night too.

Sam let out a sad sigh as she thought back to how she had instantly fallen in love with this place the first time her and Aiden had looked at it.

This was supposed to be their dream home; they planned on staying here until their kids grew and they packed up to move to some sunny retirement home down south.

….

"This one has four bedrooms and two bathrooms," Aiden said as him and Sam stepped through the door of the empty town house. "Pretty spacious."

"You grew up in a home with twenty bedrooms and fifteen bathrooms," Sam smirked, rolling her eyes. "This place is probably the size of one of your closets."

"I hated having all that space with only four people living there," Aiden shrugged. "It always felt so empty. You never knew where anybody was and it was just…eerie. Here you can always know someone's around."

"This kitchen's nice," Sam commented, looking around. "Whoa! Do you see the size of that stove? The stove comes with the place…right?"

"Yes, you'll have a nice stove for all your ham needs," Aiden chuckled. "Hey, do you wanna maybe sit for awhile?"

"Nah, I want to see if this place has any room to get that pool table I've been eyeing," Sam said. "Hey! Look, there's a porch out through that sliding glass door."

"Sam, are you sure?" Aiden asked, following Sam through the living room. "You're only two weeks away from your due date. Don't you need some rest?"

"Hon, I'm fine," Sam assured him, looking out the window. "Wow…We could bring our grill out here and roast marshmallows some nights. I bet little Roxanne would like that."
Sam felt a patter of tiny kicks coming from inside of her, and she laughed as she rested her hands on her abdomen. "Jeez, Roxy has been moving like crazy since we got in here."

"Think that means she likes it?"

"Maybe, or it might be all those churros I ate before we came," Sam said.

"Well let's go check out the bedrooms," Aiden said, taking his wife's hand.

"Yeah, let's see if we can actually find ourselves a room that can actually fit our furniture," Sam said. "Because our tiny room back at the apartment is getting really cramped and-"

She suddenly stopped talking and froze in her steps.

"What's wrong?" Aiden frowned. "You okay?"

"I-We need to go," Sam said, gripping the edge of the counter for support.

"What? Why? What's-"

"My water just broke," Sam said, a small smile managing to creep onto her face despite the pain that was now beginning to ripple through her. "Roxy's on her way."

….

Sam remembered after Roxy had been delivered, Aiden had gone back to this house and made the purchase. Him and Sam decided that Sam going into labor there was a sign that Roxy had loved the place and couldn't wait to move in herself.

It was going to be weird leaving, but Sam was glad she was.

There was a knock at the door, and Sam put down the glasses she had been holding.

"Roxy, here, can you wrap these in newspaper for me while I go get the door?" Sam said, looking over at the table where Roxy was sitting.

Roxy nodded and took the glass. Sam had told her that they were moving that morning, but she didn't think Roxy fully got the fact that soon they would be leaving this place and never coming back.

When Sam looked through the peephole her face lit up as she saw the other reason she was in such a good mood standing on her front step.

"Hey!" Sam grinned, opening up the door and letting Freddie in. "Guess what? Someone bought my house!"

"I heard," Freddie chuckled. "Congratulations. Although I'll miss you living across the street."

"I told you, the new place is only a couple blocks from here," Sam said. "You'll just have to walk a little further to see me."

"I think I can manage that," Freddie chuckled.

Sam and Freddie stood there for a moment, both unsure of what to do.

Did they kiss each other again? Exchange a friendly hug? What exactly was the protocol here?

Sam wanted to give him another kiss. Ever since yesterday, it was as though all she had been craving was his lips against hers again.

But Roxy was right there…

Sam hadn't brought up her and Freddie now dating to her daughter. She didn't even know how much the four-year old would understand, but Sam knew it would be strange for her to see her with another guy besides her father. Sam didn't want to just thrust this new information Roxy's face without first getting a chance to talk to her.

Freddie seemed to understand, and he gave Sam a small smile before heading over to the table with Roxy.

"Hey, you helping your mom pack, huh?" he said to the child.

"Yeah, I figured I could put her to work," Sam said.

"Why don't I help you guys out too?" Freddie suggested.

"Okay," Sam agreed, glad to have an excuse to keep him around longer. "Help me finish cleaning out these cabinets."

"Hey," Freddie whispered in Sam's ear as he took out a large casserole dish. "I was thinking…this Saturday…how does the boardwalk sound?"

"The boardwalk…" Sam repeated softly. "That sounds, well, perfect."

"Good," Freddie beamed. "Then it's a date."

Sam looked over her shoulder and saw Roxy was looking the other direction, playing with Liam in his playpen.

She quickly craned her neck and brought her lips up to Freddie's. "Yes…yes it is."