So I know the end was kind of rushed a bit last night but I was half asleep and in all honesty I don't even remember writing it haha but yes, Sam was severely dehydrated from all the vomiting she was doing. This chapter is about a week later, Sam is now out of the hospital but is still supposed to be monitored and supposed to be drinking a ton of water. Freddie's back at work and they are now going to go apartment hunting. Sam isn't throwing up as much anymore. Sorry if this is kind of jumpy, but there's a lot more to come and plus the twins need to be born by the end of this fic. I don't know what I'm going to do after I finish this besides write my book but yeah.
I need cute middle names. I already have the first names picked out, but I need cute middle names. Anyone up for the challenge? Post a middle name you like in a review and I'll pick the one that sounds best with the names I picked.
Yes, I skipped Christmas. Bear with me, Christmas was not all that important especially since Sam was hospitalized. Sam's now 7 weeks pregnant with the twins.
Don't own.
Seddie FTFW!
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Sam had insisted I bring a picture of her to set on the desk in the office I rarely used just to remind people that I was hers and nobody else could have me. The comment had made me laugh, especially since the only women here were Carly and some older lady that ran around telling the lighting people and production people what to do. Well, besides the new camera person that we hired and the reporters, but they never came into my office anyway. Besides, the wedding ring was a pretty good indication that I was NOT available. She had become very jealous of other women since she had gotten pregnant again. Well, I guess she had always been that way, but it was more obvious now.
Carly approached me behind the camera before the show. She was more excited about the babies than I was.
"What's up, Carls?"
"Do I have to work with him today?" she looked back at Michael.
"Yes? He's the other anchor, Carly. We don't have a million anchors to choose from on any random day," she gave an exaggerated sigh and that sent me into a whirlwind of confusion. I looked back down at the screen, checking everything out.
"Then maybe I'll just quit." I rolled my eyes.
"For what?" I didn't care too much what her problem with Michael was.
"Because it's too weird now that we broke up." I looked up at her again.
"HE was the Michael you were going on and on and on about?" Carly gave her exaggerated sigh again as if I was the stupidest person on earth just because I didn't have any desire to keep up with her social life. I had other things to worry about.
"YES Freddie. Everyone knew that." She folded her arms.
"Obviously not everyone or I would have known. What's the big deal? It's not like you have to sit and flirt with him. You're here to talk about the news." I walked towards Mark and Carly followed me.
"Come on, Freddie, can't you get one of the reporters in here to anchor?" I stopped and turned around.
"No, Carly. A reporter isn't an anchor. They're two completely different things and I'd suggest you watch yourself. Michael's been here for three years and if anybody is going to lose out on this anchor job it certainly isn't going to be him. So go sit down at the desk and get ready to do your job. I don't have time for this." Maybe it was because her problems seemed like high school drama to me or maybe it was because I was married with a family but either way Carly had really started to annoy me lately. I stood next to Mark and looked into the screen.
"You okay boss?" he asked me. I nodded.
"Just fine."
"How's Sam doing?"
"Better. She isn't throwing up as much. I guess when your dehydrated it's just a vicious cycle. You don't have enough fluid in your system which somehow causes you to throw up and it's just never ending. So the morning sickness she thought was so severe was really just a mix of being pregnant and being dehydrated."
"Oh yeah, I heard about the kids. Congrats man."
"Thanks. I'm still mixed about it." I moved the camera to the left a bit.
"Why's that?" Mark was probably the only person I could talk to about my home life without it becoming awkward.
"Just because it hasn't even been a year since we had Cassie and now it's like here's two more babies for you. I don't know. I'm sure when I hear their heartbeats or see them for the first time it will change my mind." I shrugged, ready to walk away.
"I'm sure it will. You're going to be a pretty rockin' father, Benson." I smiled to myself.
"Thanks, Mark." I walked to the other camera. They had found a replacement for Mitchell in the time that I was gone. Her name was Eliza, and she was pretty cool. She was pretty young, too. Maybe she was the girl Sam was paranoid about. I'm sure Carly had told her about the new hire. Carly had a problem keeping her mouth shut. She was like a gossip girl or something.
"How are you doing today, Eliza?" I didn't know very much about her, but that would change with time. I liked to know the people I was working with.
"Pretty good and yourself?"
"Good, good." I looked into the screen on her camera. She was on top of her game. She was working to impress and she was pulling it off. I walked back over to Jack and felt my phone buzz in my pocket.
"Check it," Jack sighed. I looked at him.
"What?"
"Your phone." Was it even possible to hear that?
"How did you even know?"
"I hear everything. I'm Jack." He laughed to himself and I pulled my phone out of my pocket.
I'm hungry!
That's all she texted me for. I rolled my eyes and hit reply.
Then find some food. I'm at work. I can't be texting you. I love you.
"Okay, let's get this show going! Mark, cue!" I wasn't going to let Sam distract me today.
"Okay, let's make it count! In 5, 4, 3, 2."
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I was in my office on the laptop we used to cut the news together. It was kind of boring just sitting in here by myself putting stuff together. There was a knock on the door and Eliza walked in.
"What's up?" I leaned back in the chair. She shrugged.
"Your wife is here." I rolled my eyes.
"Okay, let her in here." Sam walked in fifteen seconds later. She glared at Eliza and then looked at me and smiled.
"I missed you. Are you mad?"
"Yeah, a little bit. I'm trying to work. Besides, I know why you really came here, Sam. Maybe you should stop being so paranoid." She pulled a chair around the desk and sat next to me.
"I'm not paranoid." I laughed.
"Yes you are."
"Nah, if I wanted to make sure no girls were bugging you I would have just walked in here."
"You did just walk in here," I was looking back at the screen. She was a huge distraction.
"So, I found some places you might like—"
"Okay, Sam. I have a job to do. Please be quiet." After being with Sam for a week straight I just needed a break from her. I couldn't get away from her no matter where I went. It wasn't like it was when we were teenagers and we didn't care if we saw each other. Now she wanted me to be with her all the time and it was really irritating.
"You're crabby today." She mumbled. I rolled my eyes again and sighed.
"Because you're bugging the hell out of me," I saw her look at the desk and I knew she was bothered. I looked away from the computer and turned her face, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that. Sometimes I just need time to concentrate on work and not you." She sighed.
"Okay, I'll leave."
"No. Stay. I'm almost done. I just need to focus on this and not the apartments or anything else right now, okay?" she sat back in the chair and stared at the ceiling. I turned back to the computer and pulled some more clips together. She sighed again.
"I'm bored," she said. I should have known that was coming.
"Why don't you go hang out with Jack then?"
"Because I wanna watch you do your work."
"Well if you'd be quiet for more than thirteen seconds I could actually do it."
"Why are you being such a jerk? I mean, I get that you like to get away from the apartment and whatever but I sit there every single day just waiting for you to get home. What is SO wrong with me coming to see you? God."
"Everything is wrong with that," I pulled some more parts together on the screen and she stood up.
"Fine. Bye." She slammed the door shut and I groaned. It probably wasn't a good idea to piss her off when she was already moody. I quickly finished cutting the show together, shut the laptop and brought it to Jack.
"Just go," he said.
"I'd rather not."
"Listen, Benson. If you want your marriage to work with Sam then you need to realize that some things just aren't worth arguing about. After Mary died I went back to work and I worked so much that by the time I got home I just wanted to relax and not listen to my ex-wife go on and on about whatever which ended up in fighting every single night. Now, I have two sons by her, but when you pick and choose your battles you're more likely to work shit out instead of fighting every night and getting divorced. You already dealt with Cassie and Troubled Waters, so get your ass home and just apologize. It's not worth fighting about." He opened the laptop and started looking through the clips.
"No offence, Jack, but how in the hell would you know if it's worth fighting about? You don't even know what the whole thing is about." Jack chuckled.
"I was your age once too, Benson. I don't have to hear the fights to know. She shows up at your job after you just spent the last week alone with her. I know what the fights about. I'm your boss and I'm telling you to go home and apologize to your wife." He pointed his pen towards the door and I sighed again.
"Stop being so smart, Jack." he chuckled again.
"When you're my age you'll try to help out a kid your age too. Now get out." I rolled my eyes and left the studio.
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Sam was just sitting on the couch when I got back to the apartment. She was still fuming.
"Sam—" I started. She interrupted me.
"What?" she snapped.
"I'm sorry," I sighed. She stood up and walked over to me. She didn't know what to do, so she pushed me back.
"No you're not! You're never sorry. You just say it because you think it's going to make me stop being mad at you!"
"Sam, that's ridiculous."
"Is it?"
"Of course it is. Look, you know I love to be with you, but sometimes people just need a break away from each other." I took her hands and she took them back and folded her arms.
"You need a break from me?" I rolled my eyes again.
"Sam, you know what I mean." She reached for her ring just like she had done the last big argument we had had. I grabbed her hands.
"No, Sam. Don't do something stupid just because you're mad."
"I hate you," she threw the words in my face and to my surprise it didn't sting like it did other times.
"No you don't. You're just angry."
"So what DO you want then, Benson?"
"Look. I love you and I love to come home and see you and spend time with you, but when I'm at work I want to focus on my job. You might hate to hear it, but that's my time to get a break from you. You know I didn't mean a divorce by a break from you. You're just so moody and it's hard to just hang out with you all day every day because you grate on my nerves. And I'd much rather go to work and get away from you then argue with you about every single little pathetic thing that pops up." She hesitated and her hesitation was better than if she just jumped back with some sort of comeback. At least she was thinking. She groaned.
"Fine. But I'm still mad at you. You're cut off." I laughed and puts my hands on her waist.
"I don't think so, angel." I kissed her slowly. It always got her. She smiled.
"Well, maybe you can be cut off later." She mumbled.
"That's what I thought."
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No, Freddie is NOT in character (I don't think) but you know what? He doesn't always have to be that way. That would be very boring. People have different ways they act. Don't try convincing me that you act one way all the time because that would make for a very boring argument. I hate that out of character crap. It's like, you know what? People change. Especially since they're grown up now. Obviously they aren't going to act like a bunch of 16 year olds anymore. No offence.
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