Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, sadly.
"Sam, get the phone!" I yelled.
I couldn't answer it, because I was trying to get Ellie to stop crying. She couldn't be left alone. Sam was eating breakfast, because she said this morning, that this was her day off from Ellie.
"Fine. But, I don't want to." She yelled, back.
I just huffed, and Ellie surprisingly, stopped crying. "Thank goodness." I whispered to myself.
I carried her down the hallway, and to the kitchen where Sam was. "Who is it?" I mouthed.
She had the phone up to her ear, and glared at me, which told me to shut up. I sat Ellie down in her highchair, and went to the refrigerator, to get some baby food.
Sam finally hung up the phone, and sat down at the table with a huff. I was feeding Ellie, and when I looked over at Sam, to ask what was wrong, and some baby food dripped down Ellie's chin.
Sam groaned, and grabbed the spoon from me. "Be more careful."
"Sorry. Who was on the phone?" I asked, impatiently.
"Your mother." She said, rolling her eyes.
"What did she want?" I asked.
"She wants to have us over for lunch." Sam said, quietly.
"Oh." I answered back. Sam really didn't like lunches with my mom, because she tried to control everything Sam did, with Ellie. My mom had gotten sort of better, and not so crazy, during our teenage years. But, now that Ellie was born, she had kind of gone back to her old ways.
Sam sighed. "Why don't we just run away to Hawaii, again?"
"Ellie can't go on a plane ride, for that long of a time." I said, reasonably. "Although, I wouldn't mind going, again." I said, raising my eyebrows at her.
"Neither would I." Sam said, leaning over to kiss me.
Ellie started crying, again, so Sam and I unwillingly pulled apart, and turned to Ellie. We were both dreading the visit to my mom's.
OoooooooooooooooooooooooooooO
"Hi Mom." I mumbled, as she kissed my cheek, and hugged.
Sam followed in behind me, holding Ellie's baby carrier. My mom grabbed it from her, and started fussing over Ellie. I heard Sam huff behind me, and she stalked into another room. My mom looked at me, in confusion.
"What's wrong with Samantha?" she asked, puzzled.
I took a deep breath. "Well, she doesn't really like you, you know, taking control of Ellie all the time." I finished, nervously.
"Oh well, Ellie's my granddaughter." She said.
"She's our daughter." I added.
My mom sighed. "Well, I guess, I could lay off, a bit."
"Thank you." I said, and turned to find Sam.
She was sitting on the couch, pretending to listen to the T.V., but she was really listening to my mom and I, talking. I looked at her, and she stared at me.
"Well?" she asked, impatiently.
"She's said she's going to layoff, a bit." I said.
Sam rolled her eyes. "A bit?"
"Yeah." I said, shrugging.
Then, my mom came walking into the room, and she was carrying Ellie. But, surprisingly, she handed her to Sam. Sam actually, smiled. It was like some moment of reconciliation, between them, or something.
"Are you ready to eat?" my mom asked, looking at the both of us, expectantly.
"Yeah." Sam said excitedly. Sam did think my mom could make really good ham, which was true.
I just nodded, and followed the two of them to the small kitchen. We sat down at a bistro-type table that overlooked Seattle, in the corner of my mom's dining room, and Ellie sat in her highchair.
We all dug into the food, but then, my mom cleared her throat. "I was wondering… It's almost your anniversary, and I wondered what you might want?"
Sam eyes brightened for a second, and I knew she had an idea. "Could you keep Ellie for like a, week or so?" she asked.
My mom nodded, and I stared at Sam, in confusion. Why did she want my mom to baby-sit Ellie for a week?
"Why?" I asked.
Sam looked at me. "We're going back to Hawaii."
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