A/N: So another super lat update :( Sorry! I had to get my laptop fixed so I couldn't do much writing but I have it back and I'm already almost done with the next chapter. Hang in there guys!
"Hey Sam," this time it was Carly waltzing into the Benson's apartment for a change, "I thought you were going home."
"Yeah, change of plans," Sam drew a deep breath, "Freddie and I went to pick up Marissa from the airport."
"Yeah, I know but that doesn't explain why you didn't go home like you said you were going to," Carly plopped down on the couch next to Sam. Freddie had gone to the gym and Mrs. Benson was out grocery shopping.
"Well, Carly," Sam fiddled with her fingers, "I'm pregnant."
Carly's face went blank, completely stunned, "But…"
"Yeah, so this morning Freddie lied for me and we went to the airport and then out to lunch," Sam explained.
"So, how'd Mrs. Benson take the news?"
"She kinda freaked at first, but she came to terms with it quickly and is willing to help us, a lot," Sam told Carly.
"I can help too," Carly offered, "Like if you and Freddie wanted to go out for the night or something like that."
Sam smiled, "Thanks Carls," Sam gave her best friend a hug
"You're going to name it after me right?" Carly asked pulling away slightly.
Sam laughed, "What if it's a boy? I am not naming my son Carl."
"You suck," Carly laughed.
"Hey Carly," Freddie walked into his apartment, "Hey Sam," he gave her a kiss, "I'm gonna take a shower. My mom is going to make ravioli for dinner tonight, Carly do want to stay?"
"Nah, I should leave you guys alone… to figure things out," Carly hinted at the baby, "Sam are you still going to come over before my date."
"It's weird you're going out with Gibby," Freddie commented as he took out a Gatorade from the fridge.
"Freddie!" Sam shot a piercing glare in his direction.
"It is, Sam. I mean, it's Gibby for God's sake!" Freddie protested not understanding how he was affecting Carly.
"It is not!" Carly argued, "It isn't, right, Sam?" she turned nervously to her friend.
"I don't have the right to judge," Sam threw up her hands, "Seriously! I'm carrying the nub's baby, for Christ's sake!"
"Are we really back to that?" Freddie whined.
"Not only are we back to that but you'll have to deal with it for the rest of your life," Sam snickered. Freddie sighed, defeated, and retreated to the bathroom.
"So, how are you feeling?" Carly turned her attention back to Sam.
"I get sick every once in a while, but other than that I don't feel any different," Sam rested her hands on her stomach, "It's weird knowing that it's in me though."
"So what are you going to do?" Carly asked several questions in those words.
"Well, Freddie and I have decided to keep it, like I said," She looked down at her hands.
"What about school? And iCarly?"
"Well, we aren't telling anyone. Marissa thinks I can graduate without my bump showing, we only have like three months left. And I guess once I can't hide the bump anymore I'm going to have to leave iCarly for a while." Sam's eyes grew sad, "We'll tell them I went to jail or something, that's believable."
"We have several months before we have to worry about that," Carly rubbed Sam's back trying to comfort her, "I should go and make sure Spencer hasn't set the apartment on fire," Carly walked out of the room.
Sam sat on the couch flipping through the channels. Marissa burst through the door, hands full of groceries.
"Samantha, can you give me a hand?" Marissa asked before looking up and seeing Sam already in front of her, taking bags from her hands.
Sam and Marissa dumped the bags in the kitchen. "Thank you Sam," Marissa sighed, looking at the plastic bags surrounding her, "I should start dinner."
"Can I help?" Sam asked quietly.
Marissa smiled, "Of course. I'll out the pots and other stuff. Can you get the ingredients out of the bag?" Sam bent down and searched through the bags, "Look for the packages of tortellini and the sauce and the cheese. There's also garlic bread in there somewhere, pull that out and set in on the counter."
Marissa pulled out a large pot from a cabinet and started filling it with water. Sam started putting away the rest of the groceries as Marissa turned on the stove, setting the pot on top. Marissa then took out a sauce pan, opened a can of sauce and poured in the pan.
"Sam, can you cut up the onions?"
"Sure," Sam took a large onion off the counter and searched for a knife and cutting board.
Marissa was browning the sausage, when she heard Sam softly crying.
"Samantha, what's wrong?" Marissa gently turned her.
"I can't tell if it's the onions or the hormones," Sam sniffed.
Marissa laughed, "It's the onions. It's a little early for the hormones," Marissa took a small package off the window sill, "Here, chewing gum helps."
"Thanks," Sam took the stick of gum and went back to chopping.
Freddie came out of the bathroom, pulling his shirt on, "Hey," his wet hair was mussed, "What are you guys doing?"
"Making your dinner," Marissa smiled at her son.
"Yum," He leaned over Sam, locking his arms around her waist and softly kissing her cheek.
"Stop bothering me," She laughed, "I'm going to chop a finger off!"
"Fine, fine," Freddie retreated into his room leaving his mother and Sam to tend to the meal.
"Have you seriously cooked before?" Marissa tried to make small talk.
"On occasion, I especially like to bake," Sam was now pushing the sausage around in the sauce pan making sure I browned but didn't burn, "I'd like to know more though."
"You'll help me every night then," Marissa told her while chopping some oregano.
"You cook dinner every night?" Sam was astonished.
"Yes, but we eat early since I always have the night shift," Marissa shrugged, "I don't want Freddie to starve or eat out all the time. It was bad enough this past week."
"That's incredible," Sam marveled.
"Your mom never cooked for you?"
Sam scoffed, "My mom was never sober enough to think about cooking for us."
"I'm sorry for that, Sam," Marissa gently rubbed Sam back.
"It's alright. It isn't your fault. It's my mom's," Sam became stiff and her eyes became hard with anger. She took a deep breath and reminded herself she was safe now and her baby would never have a life like hers.
Marissa nodded, not quite knowing how to respond. "Sam," she broke the silence, "Can you get three plates from that cabinet? The food's almost ready."
"Sure," Sam took three white, square porcelain plates from the upper cabinet. Then from the drawer right in front of her, Sam removed three sets of shiny, silver utensils. She took care in setting the table, "I've never done this before."
"What? Set the table?"
"No, have a family dinner."
A/N: Again, sorry for taking forever guys! My laptop had to go in to get fixed. The stupid internet was connecting, plus school and other activities. Not to mention I'm having a slight case of writer's block… I'll try my hardest to update quicker though. Hope you liked it!