A Happy Mistake
Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly or any of the characters. That is owned by Nickelodeon and Dan Schneider. I only own the storyline and any original characters.
Author's Note: Okay Part 2! :) I hope you like it! :) xoxo
Sam's Pregnancy Progress: 15 Weeks
Freddie hurriedly tried to unlock the bright red door of his and Sam's apartment. Sam and Brad were only three feet away from him, eating each other's faces off. "I guess the bathroom on the plane wasn't enough for them." Freddie mumbled as a FINALLY got the door open. He cleared his throat trying to indicate to the love birds that the door had been opened. But, it seemed that Sam and Brad were too busy to hear him. Freddie sighed, if only it was him that Sam couldn't keep her lips off of.
When he entered the apartment he had expected to be greeted by a serene and empty apartment, he did not expect to be greeted by a room full of people yelling "Surprise!" at him. The joyful Carly and Gibby ran up to him and Sam and simultaneously gave them a tight, engulfing hug. "Welcome home!" They grinned.
"Wow." Sam replied, looking around the room. It was full of people; old high school friends, old college floor mates, exes (pretty much everyone she and Freddie had ever met). The room was full of yellow and white balloons and a banner saying Congratulations, was hung up. "What is this?"
"It's your pregnancy party! You guys wanted to wait until you were in the second trimester to announce your pregnancy and now you have!" Carly smiled.
"Ok, then." Freddie stated confusedly.
"Now let's party!" Gibby yelled, pulling Carly onto the dance floor.
Carly and Gibby moaned as they saw Sam and Brad kissing and Freddie standing by himself watching them. They knew that getting Sam and Freddie together wouldn't be easy but they didn't think it was going to be this hard. They desperately wanted to break up Sam and Brad, but Sam was happy with him. They would have to break up on their one, by having Freddie show Sam what she's missing.
Sam and Brad were on the leather couch in the living room, seeming to be sucking each other's faces off. "I'm going to get us some drinks." Brad declared while breaking his kiss with Sam.
"Okay." Sam grumbled.
"Sam!" Tilly squealed as she ran towards Sam.
"Tilly!" Sam replied, dumfounded by Tilly's very strong hug. "And Wendy!"
"Hi!" Wendy smiled, while giving Sam a hug.
"You guys know each other?" Asked Sam.
"Yeah, we're cousins. Hence, the same maiden names." Wendy explained.
"She's Wendy Jones and I used to be Tilly Jones."
"Oh, of course." Sam agreed. "So, Tilly. Does my child need to be a boy or a girl to make your perfect fantasy come true?"
"Well..." Tilly started with a giant smile on her face.
"Umm...Hold that thought!" Sam insisted as the stench of a chicken meal travelled up her nostrils.
Sam ran to the bathroom before she emptied out her entire stomach on the carpeted living room floor. She was disgusted by the brown-coloured vomit which spilled out of her mouth. There will be no more kissing for her tonight. The freezing tile floors sent a shiver up her spine when she sat on them, groaning. Though Sam loves being pregnant, she HATES this part of being pregnant. "Here." Freddie half-smiled as he handed Sam a glass of ginger ale.
"Thanks." Sam replied, taking small sips of the soda.
Sighing Freddie apologised, "I'm sorry."
"Don't. It's not your fault. It's your child's."
"You mean our child's?" Chuckled Freddie as he sat down next to Sam.
"Why don't you find this weird?"
"I'm sure I've already told you this."
"I know. But considering I just vomited up every meal I've ever eaten, I think you can tell me truth this time."
"I have told you the truth."
"No. You've told me your cheesy, crap excuses. Now tell me the truth."
"You really want to know?"
"No. I need to, because I still find this weird and I don't know why."
"Okay. I don't think that us having a baby together is weird anymore because I always thought that, maybe we end up dating. So after mentally considering me and you as a couple, thinking us as parents to the same child isn't weird."
"You thought we would date?"
"Yeah. Everyone always told me we would."
"You're a nub." Sam laughed. Freddie rolled his eyes, knowing that he would always be a nub. Sam's nub. Whether they ended up dating or not, because they would always be Sam and Freddie. Which meant more than anything to him.
"Guess who I saw?"
"Who?"
"Miss Rebekah Jones." Sam smiled flirtatiously.
"Why do you want me to go out with her so badly?"
"It's not me, it's Tilly. She wants her sister to date a kind, smart and handsome guy, in the hopes that it'll make her a nicer person, less materialistic. Ironic, isn't it?"
"But, why would dating Rebekah benefit me?"
"You haven't seriously dated a girl in a year and once we have a baby it going be harder for you to get a date. I just want you to be as happy as I am with Brad."
"Are you happy?"
"Yeah. I think so."
"I don't know if I can go out with Rebekah." Freddie stated.
"Why not?"
"Do you think it's possible to ever get over someone you've never dated?"
"Maybe. But until then you can try to forget your feelings. At least for a little while."
"Love can really be complicated. Can't it?"
"Yes. But love has to be. 'Cause when it's simple, it's not real."
"I'll go on one date with Rebekah."
"Good. Now maybe we should get back to the party." Sam started, gesturing for Freddie to help her up. "But, I'm going to wash my mouth first."
"That's a good idea. I'll see you later then."
"Yes you will. Oh and Freddie?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, Sam."
Freddie walked out of the bathroom with a smile on his face. Maybe Sam was right, love shouldn't be simple. Sam shouldn't get to have all the fun. He joined Rebekah on a couch in the living room. She was watching everyone dance while she swallowed a hole glass of orange soda. "What? No alcohol?" Freddie laughed.
"Oh, hey Freddie." Rebekah stated. "I'm sorry for drinking so much at the party. I just..."
"You don't need to explain yourself. We all have our reasons."
"Yeah, but yours are probably because of your feelings for Sam. I just drink because I can."
"I don't have feelings for Sam." Freddie retorted. "At least not at the moment." He mumbled to himself.
"Puh-lease!" Rebekah exclaimed. "I might not remember much from the Valentine's Party, but I do remember the way you looked at her while she was dancing with Brad Clayhill."
"Why do you remember that?"
"Because I was jealous. I liked you and you liked another girl."
"I don't like another girl. I like...you." Lied Freddie.
"Sure You do?"
"It's true. So, would you do me the honour of going on a date with me?"
"I would love to." Rebekah smiled. "Even though you ARE in love with Sam. I guess you don't get over someone without dating someone new."
"That was easier than Sam prepared me for. " Freddie whispered.
"What?"
"Nothing. So, how do you usually spend first dates?"
There wasn't a place where Sam felt more safe than in her room. Maybe it was because it was so familiar. Though the room was quite messy, Sam new where everything was. Every article of clothing, every occasional book, every photo, every former gift, every love letter. They were all in her room. Freddie had nursed Sam back to health in this room.
However, her room was also a place where she felt incredibly timorous. Her room was the place that she almost lost her child and it was also the place that Brad broke her heart in. It was the place where she seemed to reflect on her pain and sadness. Not usually but occasionally.
"Earth to Sam!" Ian seemed to scream in her face. Sam squeaked out in response. Being alone with Ian never added happiness to her life.
Just then, Brad walked into the room with two drinks in his hands. "Ginger ale for my Sugar Plum." Brad announced. "Ian what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to spend time with my favourite couple!" Ian cheered.
"Honestly Ian. What are you doing here?" Retorted Sam.
"If you really want to know the truth I'll tell you." Ian started, grabbing Sam's waist. "I was here to ask Sam when she was going to tell you our little secret."
"Ian. Please." Sam pleaded. She struggled to get out of Ian's grasp before attempting to strangle him.
Laughing Ian replied, "Sam, Brad deserves to know."
"I deserve to know what?" Brad inquired curiously. What kind of secret could Sam and Ian possibly have together?
"Ian. Don't do this." Sam whispered. "I'll break you."
Ignoring Sam Ian continued. "You deserve to know that the day after you and Sam broke up, Sam and I slept together."
Brad dropped the drinks he was holding, he couldn't seem to register what Ian had just told him. He stared at Ian and Sam blankly with wide eyes. Ian was smirking at Sam and Sam was starting at him with tears running down her eyes. "Is this true?" Brad asked angrily.
"Yes." Sam cried.
"Why would you sleep with Ian? He's my best friend!"
"I don't know." Sam started. "After you broke up with me I just wanted someone to love me and I wanted to hurt you as much as you hurt me."
"Is that what we are Sam? I hurt you, you hurt me? You hurt me, I hurt you?"
" I can't even explain myself!" Sam wailed. Brad attempted to leave the room, but Sam caught his arm. "You can't leave again. I know you're mad and upset, but if you leave then we are that I hurt you, you hurt me couples. Please, don't."
"I just need to think. I'll see you tomorrow for our date." Brad sighed, passionlessly kissing Sam's cheek.
"And you!" Brad punched Ian's cheek in the same place where he had kissed Sam on her cheek. He didn't hit him hard enough for him to be injured, just enough for it to be sour for a while. "And I don't think we were ever really friends. Were we?" Brad asked rhetorically as he walked out of the room.
Ian groaned as Sam went to pick up the cups of soda which were still on the floor. "Why did you do that?" Sam screamed at Ian.
"He needed to know!" He replied.
"You think I wasn't going to tell him? I was waiting for the right moment."
"I..."
"And I know why you did it. You wanted to get back at me because I don't love you and apparently you LOVE me. But why the hell would I want to date a guy who intentionally tries to hurt me? And you know what? I don't care that you told Brad, he did need to know. However, I do care that you did it in a way that you KNEW would hurt him. Why would I want to date a guy who intentionally hurts his best friend? Oh, wait! I wouldn't."
"Sam..."
"And let me tell you something. I believed you. I believed you when you told me that you were a good guy and that you would treat me right. But, you just seemed to prove all of that wrong. Do you know what the worst thing is?"
"No."
"The worst thing is that before Brad and I got back together I was actually considering giving 'us'a chance, because I didn't want your feelings for me on my conscience because they're my fault. But, now you could die in a hole for all I care."
"I'm sorry."
"Ha!" Sam laughed. "It's funny how every guy I've ever believed in has had to tell me that."
"I really..."
"You need to leave." Sam demanded. "Brad will probably forgive you, but I never will."
Seeing stars in Seattle was almost impossible. Only on special nights where the sky was completely clear you could see the universe beyond earth. The planets, black holes, moons and galaxies made the world seem so small. Every person, every problem was just a speck of dust compared to the infinite collection of matter in space. So, if nothing was significant enough to make a difference, why did people care so much? Freddie couldn't answer that question as he sat on one of the plastic chairs on the balcony listening to Sam try to kick Carly and Gibby out of their apartment. He laughed as she scolded Carly for dating a 'mermaid' and then slammed the door in their faces.
"I was literally about to strangle them." Sam laughed, sitting on the chair next to Freddie's. "They love us too much."
"There's no such thing as too much love." Freddie replied.
"Really? That's ironic coming from the boy who was swaddled by his mother until went to college." Sam smirked. "After begging her to let him leave Seattle."
"Okay, okay. Maybe there is such thing as too much love."
"Yeah." Sam replied quietly, as Brad crossed her mind.
"Are you okay? I saw Brad leave in a very angered manner."
"Angered manner? Are you sure that's a real phrase?"
"I don't know all the phrases!" Retorted Freddie. "Just answer my question."
"Yes. I'm okay." Sam replied, earning a displeased look from Freddie. "Really, I am."
"What happened?"
"He found out how much of a hypocrite I really am, in a way I REALLY wish he hadn't."
"Oh."
"I just wish I would've told he and not Ian."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
Sam and Freddie sat in silence, chilling gusts of winds brushing their faces. "Do you think Brad's too good for me?" Sam asked. The previous silence sharply broken by her low voice.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. I feel like Cinderella when I'm with him. A servant girl who just happens to end up with a prince because she's pretty."
"Sam, you're not going to believe me when I say this, but... you're too good for Brad."
Sam snorted in response to Freddie's ridiculous conclusion. "I'm serious."
"You're crazy. Do you think he'll forgive me?"
"Yes I do."
"I love him, but it's so different now then how it was the first time."
"How?"
"Before, every time I was with him I felt like I could be myself and I could imagine myself marrying him and having babies and living in a big house and being a Trophy Wife. But, now I feel like I have to be so careful because I feel like he's not happy with something and can't imagine a future with him."
"He loves you."
"I know." Sam sighed. "You know, Brad was angrier when I told him I pregnant than he was when he found out I slept with his best friend. Isn't that weird?"
"Yeah, that is."
"Uuugh, now I'm depressed."
"Well then, let's talk about the amazing party we just attended."
"It was pretty amazing."
"And now everyone knows that you're pregnant."
"Pretty much everyone already knew I was pregnant because of the Christmas Party Incident."
"That's true. But, you did get some nice 'Pregnancy Presents'."
"Yep, stretch mark prevention cream, pregnancy books, a pregnancy pillow. All of which I should have bought myself."
"Well now you don't have too."
"I guess not." Sam assumed. "Hey? Do you think you'd be able to get a Friday off next month?"
"Maybe, why?"
"My family in Florida want to meet you." Sam replied.
"You have family in Florida?"
"Yes. We've known each other for over twenty years and you don't know that?"
"We've never talked about it."
"Anyways, they really want to meet you. We would only go for like the end of the Friday and the Saturday and then we would come back on the Sunday."
"I'll need to ask my boss, but meeting your family would be fun, I guess."
"It'll be better than spending time with your family."
"Considering we're having a kid together, your family is my family and my family is your family."
"I don't marry you and I'm still stuck with your family." Sam groaned.
"You'll always be stuck with me." Freddie laughed.
"And you'll always be stuck with me." Sam smiled, leaning on Freddie's shoulder.
A/N: They really will always to stuck with each other. It's kind of weird that after over twenty years Freddie didn't know that Sam had family in Florida. Isn't it? ;) Only '5 Weeks' 'till Sam and Freddie find out Bucket's gender! Who do you think is right? :) xoxo
