Sam's POV

Sunday morning I got up and made my way to the bedroom where Guppy was. When I drew back the covers he wasn't there. I called out to him but no reply came. Fear welled up inside of me; Guppy was a rambunctious fellow, and if he got five minutes alone and awake, he could do anything. Getting lost was an option I desperately prayed he hadn't chosen. I found myself connected to him in a way that felt like we truly were a mother and a son. But I was more afraid of losing someone's biological kid than my spiritual one right then.

"Fredpus!" I shouted in the direction of the spare bedroom. We shared the room now that we'd made amends—and quite possibly were an item. He hadn't asked me out or to be his girlfriend but I figured the kiss we had meant yeah, we were a thing.

He rustled in the bed but stayed put. I growled to myself; boyfriend or not, if he ignored me he was in for a pounding. I sprinted over to his side and lowered my head so it was next to his ear. I breathed onto it very coolly and then I raised my voice to scream "Wake up, you lazy sack!" The nearness of us plus the high voice equaled him jumping like a scared animal from the bed, Galaxy Wars PJs and all, onto the floor. With a groan he got up on his knees and looked to where I was, frowning.

"Geez…" he muttered, standing, "What up with that?"

"I can't find Guppy, Dipthong!" I yelled. Realization struck him and his brown eyes widened; in a flash he was running to Gup's room. When he saw the kid wasn't there he started to sputter incoherent things, looking terrified.

"Wh-Where is he?" he said. I slapped his arm hard, glaring at him like he was stupid—which he was.

"If I knew where he was, you think I'd yell that I can't find him?" I said, "Grow some common sense, will you?" Instead of glaring at me or rolling his eyes he ran into the bedroom, shouting the boy's name. I wanted to slap him again for being so idiotic as to try what I did, but he stopped before I could make a move, his gaze on the dresser.

"Did you notice this?" he asked, turning with a piece of paper in his hand. Uh-oh, I thought, snatching it away. It looked like chicken scratch but I could tell that it said Gibby take me home. Carly probably gave Gibby the house key and he came in during the morning to take his baby brother back. The question was why didn't he wait until we were up?

"Oops." I said, "Guess I…missed that." A smirk grew on his face, and I wanted to punch it. "Wipe that smirk off." I ordered. He didn't try to at all, and instead walked past me to the living room.

"Ah, you're just sour I found it and you didn't." he said.

"Can it, Benson!" I said, but I was smirking myself, "And next we'll talk about them dorky pajamas. No man of mine is gonna wear Nug-Nug to bed." I knew that'd make him blush and blush he did, before going to the bedroom and switching into his ordinary polo and khakis. I had already gotten into my Penny-T and denim jeans afore checking on Guppy. Why Gibby didn't wait until Freddie and I were awake still nagged at me, but I shrugged it off for then.

As I walked over to the kitchen a knock resounded at the front door. Curious, I moved over and opened it. Gibby stood there with Carly (predictable) and Guppy between the two of them. I found it odd that he had brought his baby brother along, especially after stealing him away in the night. I was about to greet them when Gibby slung his arms around me.

"Hi, Mom!" he shouted, crushing my back with his powerful grip. Though he doesn't look it, Gib is pretty strong. The whole "Mom" thing confused me, however. It wasn't until I remembered yesterday when Guppy hugged me and called me Mommy. Gibby must've been our child all grown up, and Carly was his wife and Guppy his son.

"Er, hi…son." I said, patting his back awkwardly. "You're, um, sorta choking me." At this Gibby released me, smiling with concern.

"Sorry," he said, "guess I don't know my own strength." Carly, her hand in Guppy's, walked up and gave me a tiny hug too.

"Hi, Mrs. Benson." she said. Her face looked weird as she said that. Who could blame her? Referring to me as a Benson had to feel bizarre.

"Grammy!" Guppy shouted, and hugged my leg. The way he said it was adorable and I patted his head. I didn't really like the grandma status but at least I wouldn't gain wrinkles until another forty or so years.

"Hey, what about me?" yelled another baby-sounding voice. It sounded strangely like…oh, no…Carly went behind herself and pushed in a stroller that contained a baby with a giant head and green footie PJs. It was Spencer dressed up as Baby Spencer like in the skits we did on iCarly. Something told me he was the Gibsons' other child. First pretending to be pregnant and now this? Spencer needs help.

"Hi, you wittle fweak of nature!" I greeted, poking his stomach (or, rather, the plush doll that was his baby body). He pouted his lips at the pressure I put into my poke. Before the pressure could get any harder and more painful, Fredpimple came down. Upon seeing the happy family in his living room, his face scrunched up in puzzlement.

"Dad!" Gibby yelled, running at him. He went up and gave another bone-crushing hug. Freddie got blue in the face after awhile of Gibby damaging his spinal cord. Once he let go Freddie began coughing, looking out of breath. What a wimp, I thought, shaking my head at his weakness. Guess I'd wear the pants in the relationship.

Freddie smiled at Gibby through watery eyes and went up to hug Carly, smile at Guppy, and cringe at Spencer. He turned to me upon seeing his rather ugly grandchild, his expression reading What the heck? I ignored it and dragged Carly over to the couch where we conversed.

"So, how're you and Freddie holding up?" she asked, gesturing to the nub with her thumb, who was talking to Gibby and the "kids".

"Um…" Truth be told I didn't know where to start. So much happened since the last visit from them. Freddie said he loved me, I said I loved him, we kissed, he heard me sing…really, it felt like a lifetime had passed since we actually hated each other. "I'll give you a kick run-through," I said, and she nodded, "When you guys left he told me good night and…'I love you'." Her eyes widened and a squeal came from her mouth. Although it was Freddie, me talking about love and guys excited her because she wanted me as happy as she was with Gibby.

"OMG, Sam!" she said, using her Valley Girl-esque language, "This is, like, remarkable!"

"I know, I know." I said, "It'll be even more 'remarkable' if you shut up." At this Carly quieted, but she was bursting at the seams with excitement. "Anyway, I said I loved him back, and then we hung out with Guppy. After the kid went to bed, we were standing around nervously until I made him kiss me. But he seemed to enjoy it. Then, when Gup had a nightmare, we comforted him and I sang him a lullaby." She was tightlipped but I knew Carly was agonized at lack of speech. It'd be like breaking the Hoover Dam if I did it, but I said she could talk again.

"Oh my gosh, that is so, so, so, so cute, I can't believe that! You love each other, aw, and kissed, even better! Was it good, bad, or okay? Wait, you sing? Since when? I can't believe it! What song did you—?"

"Time's up!" I shouted, shoving a pillow at her mouth. She laughed while wrenching the pillow away, and smiled at the slight blush upon my cheeks at her noisy exclamation. It had alerted the rest of the group who came over by us. Thankfully Freddie was grinning ear to ear instead of looking embarrassed. Man, he's going to be a beast boyfriend.

Carly and I continued to talk about my previous day and night. She kept begging for more so I told her as much as I could. Soon the morning drifted into early noon, and the boys looked anxious.

"If you're done with catching her up, why don't we have supper?" Freddie asked.

"Now you're talking, Fredley!" I shouted, leaping from my seat and running to the kitchen. Everyone followed and sat at their seats; Freddie went to the refrigerator and pulled out a luscious-looking ham and Carly went to set up our drinks and plates. The ham was leftover with half the meat stripped away (probably by me) but it was enough for now. I reached over to grab some when Freddork told us all to wait before eating.

"This better be good, Freddie." I said, not a joking bone in my body, "You don't wanna see me hungry." He knew so I trusted he wouldn't disappoint. He stood up from the chair next to me, cleared his throat, and rose his bottle of root beer.

"This has been quite the event," he said, "being Sam's husband for an entire week. At first I was shocked and horrified I'd have to act like I loved her. Who could blame me, she physically, mentally, and emotionally abused me, something I doubt will change. But, over the course of time, I found she was more enjoyable than expected and even liked me more than I thought. Pretending to be in love with her sorta changed me in one of those cheesy ways. I'm not trying to sound like a total chick flick kind of guy but it's true. She's different. She's unique. She's special. She's Sam. And, I dunno, I guess I…I guess I love her. So…a toast. To finding love in the most unexpected of people."

"Here, here!" Gibby cried loudly, pecking Carly on the cheek. As we drank our sodas I realized how much life isn't like a fairytale. Freddie was a tech geek and I was a rough tomboy yet we fell in love (after quite a bit of hate, however). And Carly was a popular girl who everyone liked; she could've had her pick of any guy but she chose wacky, shirtless Gibby. Neither of our romances were typical but that's life. Life is unpredictable and unexpected, but that doesn't make it bad.

Freddie kissed me before I had time to snatch any ham. If anyone told me he'd kiss me and I'd like it before, I would've called for a straightjacket. But now it wasn't weird. No, it was still weird…

Except now it was weirdly perfect.

WAAAAAAAAAA! It's over after the epilogue! I just want to thank you all one more time for sticking with this story and loving it and reading it. It's my most popular story (over 400 reviews! 400!) and I couldn't believe it at first. I don't think I'll ever achieve such a staggering feat on this site with a fiction again but I'm crossing my fingers in hopes I will. Thank you and I hope you all read and love my past and future stories!