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"Sam, have you thought of any names yet?" Marissa sat opposite of her and Freddie, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Um, I have a couple of ideas, but no I haven't given it extensive thought," She shrugged snuggling into Freddie's arms, "What about you Freddie?"

"Well, I like the name Charlie for a boy and Emilie for a girl, but I'm not set on those," Freddie kissed the top of Sam's golden head.

"I like those," Sam smiled.

"I do too," Marissa took another sip of coffee, "Do you want to know the sex?"

Sam looked up at Freddie, then back to Marissa and nodded, "Yeah, that way we can plan for it."

"So, here's what I'm thinking," Marissa put her cup down, "You guys need to be near the baby. I'll move into the spare room upstairs, and my room can be the nursery."

"Marissa, you're already offering to do so much, I can't ask you to leave your room," Sam protested.

"You're not asking, I'm offering, and it's an offer I won't let you refuse," Marissa stated firmly, her mind made up.

"That's extremely generous of you Marissa," Sam yawned, "Jeez, I'm exhausted. I'm going to turn in early," She got up, "Freddie are you coming?"

"I think I'm going to stay here for a bit, I'll be there in a little while."

"Ok," Sam gave him a kiss on the forehead. Freddie watched Sam go into their room and shut the door.

"Do you think I should marry her?" Freddie asked his mother in a hushed tone.

"I have mixed feelings about you two getting married," Marissa picked up her coffee again, "This child deserves married parents, but you guys haven't been together that long…" She paused, choosing her words carefully, "It would be worse for you guys to get a divorce than to wait and see if you really want to marry her."

"I've known this girl for years," Freddie said, thinking aloud, "I know her incredibly well. So that's not the issue and I'd do anything for her. Maybe, before we were trying to hide the fact that we had feelings for each other. I do love her but, you're right, I'm not sure if I want to spend the rest of my life with her."

"Take your time Freddie, you don't want to rush into this," Marissa advised him.

"Thanks Mom," Freddie started to stand, "I think I'm gonna to go to bed now."

"Alright. Goodnight Freddie. "

"Night Mom," Freddie called as he walked into his room.

"Freddie?" Sam called groggily. It hadn't been long since she went to bed but she was already half asleep.

"Yeah Sam?"

"That was fast," she mumbled.

"Yep," Freddie took his pajama pants into the bathroom and quickly changed. He came out without a shirt on.

"Mama likes that," Sam's eyes were droopy but she was still awake enough to notice Freddie's attire.

Freddie smiled as he climbed into bed next to the tiny blonde before wrapping his arms around her and falling asleep.

"Carly! Calm down! Freddie and Marissa are still asleep!" Sam scolded her friend in a hushed voice.

"But Sam!" Carly whined, "I don't know what to do!"

"We'll figure this out but, come on, you gotta be quiet!" Sam was frantically trying to keep her friend quiet. Carly had texted and called her bright and early this morning, completely out of it. Today was the day she and Gibby were supposed to go on a date but he suddenly cancelled. Sam sat Carly down on the Benson's couch, "Now what happened."

"I woke up this morning and found this," Carly shoved her phone in Sam's face.

"Tasha and I are back together. Sorry Carly," Sam read the text out loud, "Wow what a douche!"

"I know!" Carly was all hyped up on adrenaline or something cause she was bouncing off the walls, then again maybe it was the THREE cups of coffee that girl downed before she went over there.

"Well…" Sam sat next to her best friend, "Maybe it's for the best…" she began cautiously, unsure of how Carly would react, "I mean you can do SO much better than Gibby. Plus, he's a bit of a player."

"I guess… but the nerve of some guys! Was I just a rebound? OR MAYBE he was using me to make her jealous?" Carly started to ramble on and on about the possibilities.

"I don't know Carly. Do you want me to go over and kick his ass?" Sam's violence started to come to the surface, "You know I'll do it."

"Two weeks ago you wouldn't have asked," Carly started to come back to Earth.

"Two weeks ago I wasn't pregnant," Sam said solemnly.

The girls looked at each other in silence until Freddie stumbled out of his room. "Oh, hey Carly," Freddie rubbed his eyes sleepily, "What are you doing here?"

"Don't even get me started," Carly sighed, frustrated.

"Gibby's back with Tasha," Sam explained.

"Wow," Freddie looked disgusted, "What a dick. Want me to beat him up?"

"Sam already offered," Carly shrugged, defeated.

"You wanna do something tonight, just the two of us?" Sam offered.

"Chick flicks, boy bashing, and stuffing our faces full of crap?" Carly suddenly perked up.

"Sure," Sam smiled, "Mama could use some pampering too," Sam looked at her nail, "Let's go get a mani-pedi."

Carly stared Sam down seriously, "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that."

"Shut up!" Sam pushed her friends playfully, "I have to pee," Sam announced suddenly as she got up and made a bee-line for the bathroom.

"So Gibby dumped your ass," Freddie started on the coffee.

"I don't know if it can be called dumped," she shrugged, "We didn't even go out on a date."

"So are you pissed, sad, relieved or all of the above?" Freddie asked as he put the pot of water back in its place.

"Why would I be relieved?" Carly was offended.

"IT'S GIBBY!" Freddie wasn't sure how many times he had to say it before she got the fact that two years ago this was the kid that was taking his shirt off at random moments on a regular basis. Carly glared at him, clearly not seeing his point.

"I'm baaaack!" Sam announced, skipping into the room. She stopped short sense the animosity, "Freddie! What did you do?" She slapped his arm roughly.

"Ow!" Freddie recoiled and rubbed his now sore arm, "Nothing!"

"Liar!" Carly jumped up from her place on the couch, "Freddie was insulting me."

Freddie scoffed, "Insulting you? Ha!"

"You were being mean about Gibby!" Carly shouted.

"Carly! Shush!" Sam again was trying to quiet her friend, "Marissa's still asleep. And Freddie-"She slapped him again, "What-" slap, "did-" slap, "I tell you-" slap, "about mocking-" slap, "Carly's love," slap.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Freddie whined, "It's not nice to hit!" Sam lunged towards him menacingly. "You said not to tease her about it…," Freddie pouted.

"That's my good boy," Sam gave him a peck on the lips, "Now are you going to make her feel bad about Gibby again?"

"No," He glared at her, upset that he had been slap around by his pregnant girlfriend. Sam nodded satisfied.

"Hey, come over in like an hour," Carly told Sam as she walked to the door.

"Ok," she agreed, wrapping her arms around Freddie's waist. "I'm gonna take a shower," she told him.

"Ok," his innocent look suddenly turn mischievous, "Would you like some company? Ow!" Sam had hit him yet again, "I told you it's not nice to hit!"

"Well then stop being a dumb ass!" Sam shot back, "You aint getting none of this," she taunted him by sauntering off seductively.

"Oh that's it!" Freddie chased her into the bathroom as she squealed in delight.