This one's really short, and I was going to expand, but I got distracted and forgot about it. I came back just now (prolly a month later) and realized I like it just the way it is. Sorry I've been gone for so long! And I'm sorry to say your wait isn't over. Just a few more weeks and I'll be back for a while again, I promise. I don't own iCarly. If I did I wouldn't have to take finals, because I wouldn't be here, but that's okay. I like it here.
Sam lived for those moments. Those brief revelations where his eyes lit up and his mouth dropped open. It usually happened after they'd been apart for some time, or angry at one another, or busy with work, there were millions things that seemed to get in the way. But Sam didn't mind all that if she got to watch his world stop every once in a while to let him stare, just sit and look, at what he had. Sometimes it was at her, although less now that they had a daughter, sometimes it was at a picture of their past, sometimes it was at their home. He would have a sudden revelation of 'this is mine' and it would stun him. Sam would sit and watch those moments, sucking up his wonderment at what they had achieved. She love him for it.
Sending you all love!