A/N – the response to the last chapter was amazing. I love you guys. Now, I know I always say sorry for the lack of updating, but I'm sorry again. I do try. I have a lot going on at the moment with college and personal stuff. Also, I went to London last weekend to see the Sam and Cat premier in England. We didn't get in, but guess who I did meet? SOPHIA GRACE AND ROSIE! Ahhhh! (and I also got a giant Sam and Cat poster that's too big for my room:D)

Sam, Freddie, Benji, Cat, Robbie and the child they were babysitting all went shopping the next day. Now that the sex of the baby had been revealed, they were shopping so that they could pick out furniture and wallpaper. It had been decided between them that Benji was to move into the larger bedroom, the one that used to be Cat and Robbie's, so that he could have more space and so that the baby was closer to Sam and Freddie.
Cat and Robbie escorted Benji and the child they were babysitting, Emily, to the toy section to give Sam and Freddie some time to decide. Whilst flicking through the catalogue, Freddie spoke up. "What colour do you want the room to be?" He asked, inspecting the paints.
"Er… blue." Sam said.
"Blue? Really? Don't you think pink-"
"We're not bringing the poor girl up as a girly girl."
"But-"
"We-"
"How about we paint it a pale blue?" Freddie compromised.
"How will that help?"
"Pale blue could be for a boy or a girl. We can let the baby choose how she wants to grow up."
"I guess so." Sam sighed. "She is not wearing dresses though. Hoodie and Jeans all the way."
"Even as a new-born?"
"Well I guess she deserves some cute clothes as a new-born, but no older than two."
"I see you already have the baby's life planned out, do you?"
"Yep." Sam smiled. "I'm so excited."

Once home, Cat and Robbie took the child into their apartment. The babysitting service had become more shared – Sam and Freddie didn't have that much time on their hands now, but they did look after the children when it was possible. Robbie really wanted to move on in their relationship – maybe even get married – but they had only been together under a year, and he was still scared of hurting Cat in some way. Sam and Freddie, however, had gone right back into the swing of dating. On the other hand, they were not acting like they had before. Sam and Freddie, when they dated as teenagers, felt like they had rushed into things too quickly; acting all loved-up with each other, when that really wasn't how they rolled. This time, they were being careful. Sam and Freddie were not really acting any different to how they were one month ago. They were just taking it slow.

One more month passed – the baby was now due in a few months and the effects of being pregnant were stronger than ever. Every part of her body ached. They went for regular check-ups. It was all getting very exciting for them all.
"You know what, Freddie, I think this room is coming along pretty well." Sam commented as she sat on the chair.
"I do, too." Freddie was stood high up on the ladder, painting the top of the wall.
Benji sat on the floor, looking through the catalogue for toys the baby might want. "Daddy…"
"Yes, Benji?"
"Can we have another baby?" He asked with a smile.
"We're having a baby." Freddie said, examining his work.
"No, I mean another one after that."
Freddie looked over to see Sam's reaction. "Not yet, son, but maybe one day." Freddie replied.
"Let's see once this little girl has grown up a bit." Sam smiled.
"Really?" Benji said.
"Yep. Hey, you've got to see if you'll like this one, first. You might not like not being the only child."

The room was done a couple weeks later, and it was all ready for the baby. Just as Sam and Freddie sat down on the couch; the doorbell rang. They looked at each other in confusion as to who it could be. They weren't expecting any visitors, and Benji was not due home for another two hours.
Freddie got up and answered the door.
The door opened to reveal a man in his 20's, all in black, looking smug, in a way.
"Hello…" Freddie trailed off, confused as to who he was.
"I'm here for him." The man said gruffly, a smirk on his face.
"Who the heck are you?" Freddie questions, his voice rising with panic.
"Carlo." The man chuckled. "Carlo Savino."