A Happy Mistake

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or any of the characters. That is owned by Nickelodeon and Dan Schneider. I also do not own the lyrics of Ho Hey, that belongs to The Lumineers. I only own the storyline and any original characters.

Author's Note: Merry belated Christmas and Happy belated New Years! I'm sorry I took so long, I've actually had this written for a while but this is only half of Chapter 24 because I haven't finished that half and I feel so bad for making you wait so long! I hope you like it!

Sam's Pregnancy Progress: 15 Weeks

Chapter 24 Part 1


Sam walked along a wooden bar with an open bottle of red wine clutched in her hands. She was screeching out 'Your Body Is A Wonderland' as she took multiple gulps of the astringent alcohol. It didn't matter how loud she sang, since there was only one person besides herself that would be able hear her. The pearls around her neck and wrists reflected the blue neon light in a splattered array of colour. Jack watched her intently with a smirk on his face, though he was afraid that she would fall and kill herself.

"Sam, get down." Jack laughed. He grabbed Sam's leg and attempted to pull her towards him. "If anyone finds us in here I'll get in trouble."

"No. Let's play a game!" Sam suggested as she looked down at Jack, who was running his fingers through his hair.

"What kind of game?" Jack asked curiously.

"A guessing game. I'll pretend to be someone and you have to guess who it is." Sam slurred.

"Sounds simple."

"Okay. I'll start." Sam stated. "I love pink and I have a really high pitched voice and I'm a teacher's pet!" Sam laughed. "Oh! And Freddie looooves me!"

"You're Sally." Exclaimed Jack with attempted enthusiasm.

Sam grinned and sat down on the bar. "Yes! I'm pretty, polite and Freddie's perfect girl. Unlike Samantha Puckett."

"Sam." Jack started while cupping her cheeks. "You're perfect. And just because Freddie doesn't love you like you love him right now, doesn't mean that he never will. Because he will, but it'll probably be too late."

"Why would it be too late?"

"Because you are going to have no problem finding someone who loves you, even more than you love him."

"You're sweeter than I remember." Sam commented.

"Yeah, well let's get you home."

"No! I don't want to go home." Pouted Sam. "You're parents are away, right?"

"Yes. They are."

"Can I please just stay with you? We can have a sleepover! I don't want to have to explain myself to Carly and I don't want my mom to see me tipsy."

"Sam, you're not tipsy, you're drunk."

"I am not!"

"Yes you are."

"I don't want to go home!" Sam whined.

"Fine, but you're sleeping in the guestroom."

"Good. It's not like I would want to sleep in your room. It smells like cheese. And not the good type."

"Hey! It just got cleaned, now it smells like chocolate."

"Oooh, Freddie's eyes look like chocolate."

"Okay, let's get you to my home." Jack laughed as he picked Sam up bridal-style and carried her out of the Harrington Hotel bar, carefully collecting Sam's heels and her purse off of a table while Sam left the open bottle of wine on the counter.


Freddie took a large gulp of beer as he watched Brad connect his lips with the object of his affections. The burning flame of a campfire brightened the dark night, and it did make the view of Sam and Brad even clearer. Tree frogs chirped in a symphony while hiding in the darkness of the night. Tiny fireflies were like droplets of light as they twirled in the brisk cold to the beat of the song Sam, Brad, Kay and Amanda were singing and Edward was playing on his guitar. The night was freezing but the interlocking of hands kept everyone warm as they danced around the blazing fire. Freddie watched Sam as the intensity of her smile emanated into the happiness of everyone surrounding her. She had that pregnancy 'glow' everyone had always been talking about.

Every time Freddie looked at Sam he fell more in love with her. It wasn't just because she was beautiful, it was because she had this ability to always make him smile (when she wanted him to), and they just fit together, she tested him and she's his best friend. Their bond was stronger than her and Brad's would ever be. But, he wondered if Sam would ever be able to see that. "Come on Freddie!" Sam exclaimed while she attempted to pull him up. "Sing!"

"No I don't think so."

"Yes, you are. Now sing!"

Freddie started to sing quietly so that only Sam would hear him. But as everyone 'encouraged' him he was forced to sing in a louder tone.

I don't think you're right for him

Look at what it might have been if you
Took a bus to China Town

I'd be standing on Canal
And Bowery

And she'd be standing next to me

Freddie looked into Sam eyes as she forced him to dance with her as he sang. Her ocean blue eyes were sparkling as they reflected the colour of Freddie's chocolate brown ones. He smiled as he wondered if Bucket would end up having Sam's eyes or his. He also wondered who Bucket would look and be more like. Chuckling, Freddie joined Sam as she attempted to pull Marissa and Daniel up to sing with everyone. Though they objected at first, something Sam said about her being pregnant convinced them to join everyone.

When the song was about to end Sam was joined by Brad, who couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her. He slithered his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. And away from Freddie. Who rolled his eyes at Brad as he kissed Sam on the cheek, causing Freddie to take another sip of his beer. He hadn't drank since he promised Sam he wouldn't, but this was a special occasion.

I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweet

Ho! Hey!

Ho! Hey!


"Whoever said midnight snacks were bad for you has never tried this chocolate cake." Sam mumbled as she stuffed another spoonful of cake into her mouth.

"Someone's up late." Amanda stated as she walked into the kitchen.

"Holy crap!" Sam shrieked. "I thought everyone was asleep."

An extremely amused Amanda, laughed while she replied, "Don't worry. I came to get some more cake too." Amanda got a plate, a knife and fork out of various cherry cabinets and then sat down next to Sam at the island.

"I'm only allowed to eat chocolate and cake in 'moderation' so if Freddie finds out he'll kill me. Well, at least attempt to kill me."

"He seems to really care about you and the baby." Noted Amanda as she cut herself a slice of the cake Sam was eating.

"Yeah, he's a going to be a great father."

"I can tell. But you don't think he would be a great husband?"

"Oh...well...I..." Sam replied while stuttering.

"It's okay. You don't have to answer. Do you think Brad would be a good husband?"

Sam was taken off guard. Why would Amanda ask her about something like that? "Of course he would."

"Yes he would. But, Sam? When you get home, Brad is going to do everything in his power to eventually make you his wife. And I'm talking about in a few years. He'll buy you anything and everything you want and he'll take you out on amazing dates on boats and to Italy..."

"Ok?"

"He's just like his father. He'll be good at making you love him and making you think that you're in love with him."

"And?"

"And if you marry someone you aren't in love with you'll end up breaking his heart. Because you'll end up realising that you don't want to be married to Brad and that you aren't as happy as you want be, because when the passion's gone, you're left nothing."

"So, what are you saying?"

"I'm not telling you not to date Brad or not to marry him, because I love you two together. You make my son so happy. I'm just saying that you need to make sure you are really in love him, before you accept his eventual marriage proposal."

"I get it. But I'm not you Amanda."

"I know. But, we're similar. I was quite young and unmarried and pregnant and like you I wanted my child to have a family. I married Daniel because I thought I was in love with him. But I wasn't. And you could just as easily marry Brad because you think you're in love with him."

"Good night Amanda." Sam stated as she wearied of the conversation.

"I didn't mean to get you upset, Sam." Amanda called out as Sam placed her spoon and her plate in the sink.

Sam sighed as she stood in the doorway."You didn't. You just gave me too much to think about."


Honey-coloured wooden floorboards creaked loudly every step Freddie took into Sam's temporary room. Sam was sleeping soundly on one side of her bed while Brad was sleeping on the other. His arm was around a pillow, indicating to Freddie that Sam had snuck out in the middle of the night. Probably to get that chocolate cake from last night. A wide smirk formed on Freddie's face as he endeavoured to lightly shake Sam awake before eleven a.m.

Sam groaned, her eyes fluttering awake to see Freddie standing over her. With the stupidest grin she had ever seen. "What are you doing here Freddie?"

"I want to show you something." Freddie whispered, not wanting to wake up Brad.

"At seven a.m.? On the day that we're leaving?"

"Yes." Stated Freddie. Sam groaned in response but, she did let Freddie pull her out of her bed. "Don't forget your coat." Freddie demanded.

Both Sam and Freddie crept out of the house, being careful not to wake up anyone. Especially Marissa, who would send them both back to bed like the obsessive mother she is. Once they reached the front porch, Sam and Freddie both let out the large breaths they didn't know they had been holding in. "Come on, let's go!" Freddie exclaimed while he grabbed Sam's hand. They ran down the large hill down to the dock like five year olds running out of their rooms on Christmas Day. On the dock was an old, wooden two person canoe painted white and a straw picnic basket. "We're going on a canoe ride." Sam concluded. Sam smiled at Freddie without letting go of his hand. It felt so normal, but it shouldn't be. She was with Brad and Freddie would soon be with Rebekah.

Sam brushed her hand into the freezing cold, crystal clear water. She stared at Freddie as he carefully rowed the canoe into the area where all the ducks seemed like the best. He couldn't take his eyes off of Sam either, she looked stunning with the sunrise as the backdrop behind her. "Are we going to feed the ducks?" Sam asked.

"Yep." Freddie replied. Sam rolled her eyes. She took the large loaf of bread out of the basket and started to break little pieces off of it. Freddie grinned as the silent lake was filled with Sam's laughter as the ducks scrimmaged to her single pieces of bread. He joined Sam by throwing larger pieces of bread into the water. "Let's see which duck get's the most pieces." Freddie suggested.

"I bet it's going to be that fat one." Sam giggled whilst she pointed to an extremely plump duck.

"No. I think it's going to be the mean one over there." Retorted Freddie, directing Sam's attention to a different duck.

"Well, we'll see."

"Sam?"

"Yeah?" Sam replied, turning towards Freddie.

"There's something I want to tell you. But I'm not sure if I should. But I know that if I don't I might regret it, but I also know that if I do tell you I could regret it too."

"Quit the crap and just tell me." Sam smiled sweetly while she rubbed her hand on Freddie's arm.

"Okay. Sam, I'm in love..."

"You're in love?"

"I'm in love with..."

"In love with?"

"I'm in love with yo...yo...youga."

"Youga?"

"I mean...yoga."

"You're in love with yoga?" Sam laughed. "Well that's something new I can add to my list of nubby things you like and do."
"You do yoga."

"Yeah but I'm not in love with it. Oh my god, you're in love with yoga."

"Yeah, Sam."

"Is this your way in telling me that you want to come with Tilly and I to yoga tomorrow?"

"No, I have work."

"Of course you do, Mr. Intern." Sam chuckled, turning back to the ducks and throwing chunks of bread at them.


A/N: So, I'm a terrible person who drove Freddie to drink again and I didn't let him successfully tell Sam that he loves her. But he will and when he does you'll be thanking Brad. I hope you like Part 1 of this chapter! Part 2 will be up soon (I'm writing the last scene now!). :)