Chapter 25: The Forgotten

Sam's POV

It'd been two weeks since Carly decided to visit. I had to say that I enjoyed her being here. She catered to me a lot; she fell right into the role of provider. This morning she'd woken up and went out and bought us some donuts before I was supposed to be due at work.

"So when are you going to stop working?" Carly asked me out of the blue as she shoved the last of her strawberry glazed donut into her mouth.

"I don't know. I'm only in my second trimester. I think people continue to work right up to having the baby." Carly scoffed and shook her head.

"Uh yeah, no they don't and you won't be able to. Your stature is too tiny to hold the babies to full term and continue about your everyday life, I bet money your doctor puts you on bed rest." I shrugged. I can work just fine from my bedroom, I used to do that before I was pregnant.

"We'll see how it goes." The only thing I was concerned about was the appearance of their father. I hadn't heard from Freddie since Carly showed up. If I was any other call I would be balling my eyes out, hell if I were any other girl I would have called him already. He knew it wasn't my style to chase him, and he should be the one worried about me.

"We've also gotta start clearing out one of your rooms to make a room for the babies! Of course you would want your interior designer best friend to help you with that," Carly giggled. I rolled my eyes I probably would have called her for that myself since I really don't know what all is needed in a baby room, besides a crib and a changing table I'm a little lost. I also had been thinking about my little space, it was just that little, but function for three and possible for. "What's that look for?"

"I'm going to have to move out," it wasn't a revelation but it was a necessary for me to speak the action into being. "We're not all going to fit in here."

"While, they are babies you will all fit just fine," Carly countered. "You may have to put some stuff in storage but you can make a baby room out of your office." We went and looked in the room. Carly took out a measuring tape out of her back pocket and began measuring the walls and window. I would've helped but I was too stuck on the fact that she carries a measuring tape in her back pocket. Who does that? I didn't know how she was maneuvering around so well. I had A LOT of files in that room. I also had journals from cases that I constantly quoted from and nice comfy chair. I needed this room … I couldn't just make it disappear.

"I think it would be easier to just move out. I mean, there is the possibility that Freddie will be over more. He's going to need a place to work just as much as I do. Then too I don't want to be moving into a new apartment with two young children under tow that just seems like asking for trouble. Besides, if I move it will give you the opportunity to decorate a whole new apparent and a baby room for twins, and I will pay you." I added even though I knew good and well she didn't need the money.

"I don't need the money, but I would love the project. It will give me something to work on while you're at work." After the idea was hatched it was research time. Carly made some coffee for herself and cocoa for me. We grabbed our laptops and set out to find me new digs. After about an hour of searching we'd decided that I needed a townhouse. I needed a house with four bedrooms, two office spaces, a full kitchen, and a bath and a half.

"I don't think you need that many bedrooms. You could almost get away with just having two." Carly said, she was thinking about bringing the price down. I'm not sure why, I was pretty well established financially. I could look into buying an actual house but I feel like doing something that permanent is something you do when you're married or at the very least settled in your ways. There were so many things that were up in the air in my personal life that I didn't want make any huge decisions like that.

"Well, where are you going to sleep when you come to visit?" I challenged.

"On the couch," she shrugged and I shook my head.

"What about Dylan?" Carly immediately realized she was wrong.

"Okay you need three bedrooms, what is the other bedroom for?" I debated before sharing my real reason for wanting the extra room. Why should I reframe from telling the truth? Honestly, Carly may know more about what's going on with Freddie right now than I do?

"The other room is for Freddie," I blurted out; I switched web pages and looked at another housing option.

"Why would Freddie need his own room?" She was confused and out of the corner of my eye I could tell she was staring at me. "SAM?"

"What, don't act like you don't know our business Shay? Freddie talks to you more than he does me." I tried not to sound as put out as I felt.

"Uh Sam what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the reason that we broke up in the first place! Carly I love you, but I'm not you and since I've known Freddie he has wanted you. Even when we were together he shared ALL of our business with you, private things. I knew that he needed to be with someone more like you, someone he had more in common with. Then, when he left for college I knew he'd be able to find a girl that was more like him … more like you." Carly looked as if she had went into shock and I felt the need to do immediate damage control. "I'm not mad or anything it's just that. I haven't heard from Freddie in almost two weeks. In the back of my mind I've been wondering if you'd heard from him, but I didn't want to know the truth if you had."

"Well, I haven't heard from him," Carly sounded drier than I'd ever heard her. "Have you talked to Freddie about any of this?" I shook my head. "Well, how is he supposed to know how you feel?" I scoffed I was getting tired of my friends telling me to talk to Freddie. I would if he'd call, but he hasn't, so I won't.

"He should know that some things are private! He should have known that maybe, just maybe I wanted to tell you about the baby myself." I hopped up. "And he should've known that I needed him here now!" I shocked myself with my last confession. I really missed Freddie and it seemed he didn't miss me at all.

"Sam, he has to work. It's not like he doesn't want to be. Something weird must be going on for him not to have called you. I know that Freddie does tell me a lot, but he only tells me because he knows that I care about you just as much as he does. When you two broke up he always found a way to ask me how you were doing. He needed a sounding board, when you were younger you were a handful, and Freddie hadn't had many girlfriends so he asked me questions. After being with you, he didn't see me that way anymore." I scrunched my nose up, I never thought about it that way. Everything she'd said made sense and fit. I was a handful and usually after he talked to Carly he was sweeter to me. I just thought it was because he was happy he had the opportunity to talk to the woman he really wanted to be with.

"The way we're talking now, that's how Freddie talked to me. I was an idea giver that's all and as far as him telling me about your baby, he just wanted someone he trusted here taking care of you until he had the opportunity to come back. Sam, Freddie loves you; you need to just accept that." I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the urge to cry. The hormones from being pregnant were turning me into a mushy nub. "You should call him or try to catch him on web chat. He doesn't have to always be the one to reach out first." I nodded and Carly chuckled.

"Yeah, that is an option." My palms started to sweat. I was crazy that even now that I was pregnant with Freddie's babies I still felt uneasy about reaching out t to him first.

"Riiiight, so I'm heading out for some desert want me to bring you back something. Why am I asking? Of course you do. I'll be back with something chocolate. Call Freddie!" She snatched up her big pink purse and scurried out the door. I was left with my laptop in front of me. I adjusted my shirt a little and then went into web chat. Within a few second my call was answered however, it wasn't the right person starting back at me.

"Hey, Sam!" Maddie was way too excited to talk to me.

"Hi." I knew my confusion must have been clearly stated on my face. "Um, where's Freddie?" And why the hell are you messing around with his laptop? I looked around in her background she was in a bedroom, with his laptop. What the hell is going on?

"Oh he's in the shower? Did you need something?" She toyed with her hair. "Oh congrats on being preggo! Freddie told me you're really happy!" My frown grew deeper and now I was tired of the word play.

"You said Freddie was in the shower?" I asked and she nodded.

"We had a super late night. We're just getting ourselves together and then you beeped and I decided to say hi. So hi!" She waved sweetly and all of a sudden my head started to hurt.

"Yeah, I was just popping in to say hi too. Well I gotta run … tell Freddie I said, you know what don't tell him anything." I hung up and tears started to role. I should've asked more questions, but yet again they were questions I didn't want the answer to. What if she'd yes? Yes Sam, I'm screwing Freddie and he's forgotten all about you.

Author's Note: A special thanks to Hollie Castile for giving me a gentle nudge to add a chapter for this story. Sorry for the delay in chapters. I have been slammed with trying to keep everything updated. So this story did fall between the cracks and became "The Forgotten". Anyways I have created a site where I will be uploading spoiler alerts and extras for my fanfiction as well as showcasing my poetry and other original works (link provided on profile page). Please stop by and leave a comment or two. And as always I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Please read, review, and no flames.