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"Are you sure you're doing this right?" Sam stood behind Freddie as he began to assemble the changing table. It, the cribs, bookcase, and dressers had arrived yesterday and Sam and Freddie had decided to take the day and set up the room. Two weeks ago Mrs. Benson had moved upstairs. Freddie and Spencer had taken that weekend and painted the room a pale yellow with white stripes.

"I think I know what I'm doing, Sammy," Freddie had borrowed some tools from Spencer, who was coming over in a little bit to help.

"But it doesn't look like that in the picture," she held the instructions, looking at them intently. Freddie sighed and got up, took the paper and flipped it right-side up. "Oh!"

"Why don't you go see if Carly's busy?" Freddie nudged his pregnant fiancée out of the nursery.

"But- but- but," Sam protested.

"Look, you aren't going to be of any help to me right now anyway. When we're ready to arrange everything I'll call you. Spencer will be here soon and it'll all be okay."

Sam pouted, "Fine…," she mumbled before sulking away. Freddie could hear her calling obnoxiously for Carly as she went out the door.

Freddie continued to attempt to assemble the furniture. He hadn't gotten very far when Spencer came over.

"Hey, Freddo," Spencer walked into the nursery and set down a toolbox, "Doesn't look like you've gotten too far." He eyed the disassembled changing table.

"I'm not very good with stuff like this," he admitted.

"I'm a pro! Don't worry we'll have this assembled in an hour," Spencer smiled.

"You realize we have five other pieces to assemble right?" Freddie said discouraged.

Spencer hesitated, realizing the daunting task ahead of them, "We have tomorrow too."

Freddie smiled at his friend and mentor. He was glad to have someone, asides from his mom, Carly and Sam, to help him through this.

By the end of the day Spencer and Freddie had managed to put together the changing table, the bookcase and a crib.

"We'll do the rest tomorrow," Spencer wiped some sweat from his brow and got up from the floor.

"Thanks Spence. I don't think I could've done this without you."

"Eh," Spencer shrugged, "Sam would've figured it out."

Freddie gave Spencer a 'hell no' look, "She was holding the instructions upside down. Those babies are messing with her head."

"Have you guys discussed names?" Spencer asked as he started cleaning up his tools.

"Yeah, I get to name the girl and she's naming the boy," Freddie explained, "I can't discuss the name with anyone and she can't discuss the name with anyone."

"Oh."

"Yeah I don't even get to know what she's naming our son until he's born and she doesn't get to know what name I've picked out."

"Unorthodox."

"As are we," Freddie smiled.

"Hello Spencer," Mrs. Benson popped her head into the nursery, "why don't you go get Carly and have dinner with us? There's plenty of food!"

"Thanks Mrs. Benson but Carly and I are busy tonight. Maybe some other time," Spencer said graciously.

"Oh, alright," Mrs. Benson left the room.

"What are you too doing?" Freddie asked.

"Carly has a date and I'm teaching an art class tonight at the community college down the street," Spencer explained.

"A date?" This was the first Freddie was hearing of this.

"Yeah, with Griffin. She didn't tell you?"

"Nope, but I really haven't seen much of her this week," Freddie shrugged.

Carly had moved back in with Spencer. During such a difficult time she decided she needed her older brother, and really her only family, near her.

"Where do you want this?" Sam held up a box filled with pillows. She had been helping Carly get settled in, only lift the light boxes.

"Next to my bed," Carly set down a box fill with DVDS and pointed. Carly looked around. All the major furniture was there, she just had to put her belongings in their place and she would be done moving for a while.

Sam sat down awkwardly on the bed, "So what are you doing tonight?"

"I'm going out," Carly attempted to sound nonchalant.

"Out? With who?"

"Griffin," she pulled out a couple of shirts trying to decide what she should wear.

"On a date?" Sam's smile spread across her face.

"I suppose so," she tried to suppress a smile but failed.

"Awww!" Sam rested her hand on her growing stomach, "Where's he taking you?"

"Galini's and then we're going to go see a movie," Carly held up a skirt and shirt but shook her head and toss the shirt back into its drawer.

"Movies are good for making out," Sam smirked.

"Sam!" Carly was embarrassed by her friend's suggestion.

"So you lived with him for four almost five months and you didn't make out with him yet?"

"No…!" Carly turned away from Sam in order to hide her blushing.

"You did! You so did!" Sam bounced up and down on the bed.

"I don't kiss and tell," Carly smirked.

Sam bounced up and down on the bed and chattered on talking about everything and nothing.

Carly picked a black denim skirt and sheer flowing white top. She was able tidy herself up just in the nick of time.

"Carly, Griffin's here!" Spencer called from the first floor and he didn't sound happy.

Carly quickly went downstairs with Sam waddling close behind. When they got downstairs Spencer was attempting to be intimidating and Griffin was letting Spencer feel like he was protecting his little sister.

"Got it?" Spencer finished whatever speech he had just been giving.

"Yes," he nodded as though he was in the military.

"Spencer!" Carly scolded. Spencer pouted but didn't say anything.

"When will you be home?" Spencer called weakly after them.

"I dunno," Carly was too busy on cloud nine to be bothered by her overprotective brother.

With nothing else to do, Sam walked across the hall.

"Hey Sammy," Freddie was wearing his glasses with his nose deep in a book. He set the book down and went to take off his glasses but Sam stopped him.

"I like your glasses. You should wear them all the time," She snuggled into his arms.

"Really?" No one had ever told him that his glasses actually looked good.

"Yeah! I have this weird thing for guys who wear glasses," Sam smirked. "So how much did you get done today?"

"One of the cribs, the changing table and the bookcase," Freddie shifted so that his head was resting on top of Sam's and locked his hands in hers on top of her ever growing belly, "Spencer's gonna help me finished tomorrow."

"Can we go to bed now?" Sam pleaded.

"Sure," Freddie smiled and kissed the top of her head.