Chapter 49
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD YOU GUYS! (Don't worry, I'm not going to start singing songs from Legally Blonde, although that is a good musical :p) So, if anyone remembers my friends that I wrote into my story as the hotel staff from chapters and chapters ago, THEY'RE ENGAGED! I am so happy for them, and I am writing this in their honor. :)
Sorry this took so long. It took me a while to get used to going to college. I wrote this when I had forty-five minutes between classes (college doesn't leave me with that much free time :D) I have a feeling it's going to be a little long… :D
"Problem? What do you mean problem?" Freddie asked, a panic in his tone.
"Child coming. Get here. Now" Sam said as she felt another contraction hit her.
"Okay, we just got out of our game." Brad, Gibby, and I will be there in twenty minutes. Just…remember to breathe."
"I'll try." Sam responded, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"We just got in the car now. We're coming."
"Wait, who's driving?" Sam asked.
"I am."
"Nope, no way. Let Gibby drive."
"But-"
"I can tell by the tone of your voice you're a mess. There's no doubt you'll get pulled over, and the Puckett family can not have someone in jail while their child is being born. Not again…"
"Okay. Gibby, you're driving."
"Sweet!" Sam heard Gibby exclaim.
"Okay, we'll see you in a little bit. Stay calm."
"I will. See you soon." Sam hung up the phone.
Carly came running out of Spencer's room. "Here, take this." she said, tossing Sam a stress ball with a happy face on it.
"What the heck is this?" Sam asked.
"It's a squishy thing Spencer uses when he's mad. Squeeze it when you feel pain."
"Okay. In the Meantime, Melanie, can you call Mom?"
"I'm on it!" Melanie grabbed her phone and stepped into the kitchen.
"You want me to get Freddie's mom?" Carly asked.
"NO! Not until we absolutely need her. Much, much later."
"Mom says as soon as she's done in the tanning bed, she's coming over here." Melanie said, stepping back into the living room.
"That's fine."
"Anything else you need Sam?" Carly asked.
"Can you make me a ham sandwich?" she asked innocently.
"Sure." Carly said flatly, walking into the kitchen.
"With mustard. But not too much." Sam added.
Sam was in the middle of her sandwich when the door burst open, and Freddie, Gibby, and Brad rushed in. Freddie was carrying the hospital overnight bag.
"Breathe, breathe," Freddie said, sitting next to Sam, who had grabbed the stress ball and squeezed it.
"I'm BREATHING!" Sam snapped.
Freddie looked over to Melanie, a panicked look on his face. "I think I'm going to be sick."
Melanie slapped him across the face. "Pay attention to her!" she demanded, then stepped back in shock of realization of what she had just done.
(A/N: I took that last part from a movie. Imaginary Bonus Points if you can tell me what movie! :D)
At that moment, Spencer walked in with the groceries. "What's going on?" He asked in confusion.
"Sam's in labor." Carly said, looking up at her older brother.
Spencer dropped the grocery bags in shock. "Oh my god. So why is she here on my couch, instead of in the hospital?!"
"I…don't know."
"Sam wants to wait until she absolutely needs to go. Right now she doesn't absolutely need to go." Freddie explained.
"But Sam is like immune to pain! She could have the child on the couch and not feel pain!"
"I am in a little bit of pain…" Sam said.
"Alright, let's go." Freddie said, picking up the bag.
"I'll drive you all to the hospital. My car's big enough to fit all of us." Brad said.
Melanie looked up from her phone. "Mom texted me. She'll meet us at the hospital in half an hour."
"Alright everyone let's move! Out of my apartment!" Spencer said, beginning to shoo everyone out the door.
"Aren't you coming?" Sam asked as Carly and Melanie helped her up.
"Of course! Now get out so I can lock up!"
Everyone left the apartment, creating a small mob in the hallway.
"What is all this commotion?" Marissa asked, opening her door, slightly annoyed. "Spencer, is this your doing?"
"Sam's in labor!" Gibby exclaimed as they ran past.
"In labor?!" Marissa exclaimed, shocked. "My grandchild's coming?! Let me get my purse, I'll meet you there!" she screamed after them.
"Oh great." Sam muttered as the elevator doors closed.
Pam Puckett entered the maternity ward of the hospital and looked around. There was no one familiar in sight. She walked up to the receptionist desk. "Hey, my daughter said she was coming here. Have you seen her?"
"Excuse me?" the receptionist asked, looking up from her computer.
"My daughter is in labor. She told me she was coming here. Do you know where she is?" Pam asked.
"What is your daughter's name?"
"Sam-Samantha Puckett-Benson."
The receptionist typed the name into the computer. "Nope, she hasn't checked in yet. You can take a seat in the waiting area if you like."
"Fine. But until my daughter shows up, I'm gonna try to figure this thing out." She said, picking up a Rubix cube from behind the desk and walking to her seat with it.
The group entered the maternity ward waiting room to see Pam harassing the receptionist, yelling at her that the Rubix cube she had was unsolvable.
"Mom?" Sam asked, shocked that her mother had found herself in yet another arguement, then hunched over as another contraction hit her.
"Hey Sammy." Pam said, dropping the Rubix cube and walking over to greet both her daughters. "How are ya holdin' up?"
"Not very well." Sam choked out, staring at her shoes.
"Excuse me," Marissa said, moving everyone out of her way and walking up to the receptionist. "Hi Michelle, can you please get my daughter-in-law a room and call Dr. Nawten and tell her Samantha Puckett-Benson is in labor?"
"That's your daughter-in-law?" Michelle looked over at Sam. "And that must be her mother?"
"Yes, and yes."
"Oh my goodness. Alright Marissa, a nurse will come to take Samantha into a room shortly." She pushed the Nurses Station button and a Nurse popped out of nowhere and took Sam and Freddie to a room down the hall. The rest of the group followed close behind.
"You threatened the receptionist, didn't you?" Marissa whispered to Pam accusingly.
"What, I don't know how these hospitals work. I gave birth to my daughters on a bus!"
"Oh geez." Marissa said, then walked into the hospital room where the nurse, an older woman named Cindy, was explaining to Sam what was going on as she climbed into the hospital bed.
"…and then we are going to check on you a few times and go from there. Any questions?"
"Yeah, when are you going to give me the drugs?"
"The what!?" Cindy asked.
"The painkillers." Marissa explained for her.
"Oh. Well, the painkillers will be given to you when you request them."
"I request them now." Sam snapped.
"I'll get the anesthesiologist and he will be with you in about twenty minutes." Cindy said, then rushed out the door.
"That's twenty minutes too long!" Sam screamed after her.
"Sam needs painkillers?" Gibby asked. Melanie, who had been on her phone ever since they got to the hospital, elbowed him in his stomach.
"What? I don't like pain! I like causing pain, but I don't like pain!"
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Freddie said.
The door opened. "SURPRISE!" Claire squealed as she walked in the room.
"Oh God, why?" Sam said, putting her pillow over her face.
"Hi Claire," Freddie said, walking over to give her a small hug. "How did you find out we were here?"
"Well, Melanie tweeted 'On my way to the hospital. About to become an Auntie, yay!' so, I texted her and got the details, and here I am!" Claire beamed.
Sam took the pillow off her face and pointed a finger at her sister. "If you weren't my sister you would be dead right now."
"Alright, well, who wants to take a trip to the cafeteria with me? I'm hungry." Brad said, waved for everyone to join him, and walked out the door followed by Gibby, Carly, Spencer, Melanie, Pam, and Claire, discussing whether they wanted pizza or tacos.
"Why the heck is she here?" Sam complained.
"She cares about you, Sam. I can't blame her. You are a very interesting young lady." Marissa said, putting her hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Thanks Marissa. But if she thinks she's staying in the room while I'm giving birth to this thing I swear…"
"I'll make sure she's outside." Freddie said. "Anyone else you don't want in the room?"
"Any and all males." Sam replied. "I don't think that needs explaining…"
"Awesome!" Freddie said.
"NOT you mister. As the father, you have to stay." Marissa interrupted.
"Dang it…"
"DANG IT?! I'm sitting here in the hospital giving birth to your child, which is painful and to be clear-I AM NOT doing this again, and when your mother tells you that you have to be in the room when your child is born your response is 'DANG IT?!"' Sam screeched.
"But- I'm just not comfortable around blood and doctors and-"
"Okay, A. Your mother is a nurse. You should have gotten used to that. and B. too bad."
There was another knock at the door. "Come in." Marissa called.
"Hey there," Dr. Nawten came into the room. "In a little bit of pain now are we?"
"Yes, and where is that dumb guy with the drugs?!" Sam complained.
"He'll be here. Right now I want to see how far along you are…why aren't you wearing a gown?"
"What, that cheap looking thing?" Dr. Nawten nodded. "It's itchy."
"Well, you are going to need to put it on so I can check how far along you are."
"Fine…"
After Sam had reluctantly put on the gown and Dr. Nawten had checked her and determined that the child was going to be born within the next six hours, the group returned from the cafeteria.
"Hey, do you know how good the pizza is downstairs?" Carly asked as she skipped back into the room, handing Sam a box with three slices in it.
"No, gimme." Sam took a bite of pizza and grinned. "That's good."
Someone else knocked outside the door. "Anesthesiologist." A short man carried a pole into the room.
"Took you long enough!" Sam complained.
"I am sorry Miss…Puckett-Benson." He said, glancing at her chart. "Now before I give you the epidural I am going to explain how this is going to wo-"
"Just cut the crap and give me the dang thing!"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry," Marissa said. "She's a little irritable today."
"I can see that."
"I'll sign the waiver on her behalf. The sooner she's calmed down, the better." Marissa said, taking the clipboard and scanning through it. "Sam, is it completely alright with you that they give you the medication?" she asked, reading off the checklist. "Do you understand any and all side effects that could-"
"Just sign the dang thing!"
Marissa took the pen from the anesthesiologist and quickly signed it. "There, all done."
Five minutes later Sam was completely numb. "Hey Carly, come touch my leg." She called. Carly placed her hand on her leg and Sam started laughing.
"What is it?"
"I can't feel it. Isn't that awesome?"
"Yep, awesome." Carly giggled, then walked back into the hallway to join Spencer, Gibby, Brad and Claire, who were sitting outside the door patiently waiting.
"This is so exciting." Claire squealed.
"Yep…" Spencer replied, looking down at his phone. "Oh, great! Alexa said we can push our date back to tomorrow!"
"Good for you…" Carly said. "Woo."
"I can feel your enthusiasm."
"Well, I'm a little preoccupied right now!"
"Oh," Spencer looked at the door. "Right…"
Sam woke up from her nap and franticly looked around the room. "Marissa," she said quietly.
"Yes, Sam, what is it?" Marissa said, rushing over to her. Pam, who was sitting in a chair across the room, rolled her eyes.
"That man told me not to move…but I have to go to the bathroom."
"Well, we just have to get you a bedpan. No big deal."
"Wait…what's a bedpan?"
"A portable toilet that they put on your bed so you can do your business." Pam interrupted.
"Oh, COME ON!" Sam complained, throwing her head back on her pillow.
"How are we doing?" Dr. Nawten came back into the room smiling.
"Bored. I can't sleep anymore, my food supply got cut off, people keep popping in to check on me, and my friends outside won't shut up!"
"Well, let's just see how far along you are."
"Again." Sam muttered under her breath.
"Oh. It looks like someone's ready to come out." Dr. Nawten stated.
"Yeah, I've been ready for her to come out for three weeks now!"
"No, Sam, this is it. You have to push now." Marissa said, coming next to her.
"Oh my god. Melanie, get Carly." Sam yelled at her sister, who was sitting in a chair across the room reading a magazine. Melanie jumped up and ran out of the room, returning ten seconds later with Carly.
"What do you want me to do?" Carly asked Dr. Nawten, who was busy putting on gloves.
"Hold one of her legs up."
"…Are you kidding me?"
"I know, most people feel uncomfortable doing that. I tell them to just look at the back wall. Most people who look down pass out."
"Okay, I guess. Melanie, you have to help me." Just look at the wall, just look at the wall.
"What do you want me to do?" Freddie asked.
"Hold her hand." Dr. Nawten responded.
"Doctor, she has a very strong grip."
"Doesn't matter, hold her hand. It tends to calm them down."
"I guess I'll just sit down then…" Pam said, returning to her chair. "Let me know when I'm a grandma." Marissa rolled her eyes.
"Guys, I don't think I can do this." Sam whispered. She noticed a few nurses coming into the room, setting up the "baby station".
"Yes you can. You're my sister, you can do practically anything. You're the girl who convinced me when we were five that I was adopted. You've gotten in so many fights-and won all of them. And if you can do all that, you sure as heck can give birth to a baby." Melanie smiled. Sam smiled back.
"Yeah, Sam. I know you can do it." Freddie said.
"Shut up, you're the reason I'm here in the first place." Sam snapped.
"Okay, then…" Freddie muttered under his breath.
"Sam, are you ready to push now?" Dr. Nawten asked quietly.
Sam took a deep breath. "It's now or never. Let's do this."
Claire, Gibby, Brad and Spencer had been sitting outside the room in the hallway for more than forty-five minutes. Claire had been rambling on about her iCarly obsession for a majority of them.
"And remember when Gibby was baked into a pie?" Claire laughed. "Hysterical!"
"I know, we were there…" Spencer responded, contemplating on whether or not to start banging his head against the wall if this girl didn't shut up.
"And then the time that-" Claire was interrupted by Melanie, Carly and Freddie coming out of the door, serious looks on their faces.
"WELL?!" Spencer asked. "What's wrong? What happened? Tell me, tell me now!"
Freddie looked over at Melanie, and then over at Carly, and all three of them changed their serious looks to large grins.
"Does anyone want to come meet my daughter?"
A/N: Yeah, I guess that's long enough. :D Nine pages, oh my goodness. :o I hope you enjoyed it, and I will TRY to update next week (but I can't make any promises). Talk to you all next time! Have a great day! (And congratulations again to my friends! A&J-Congrats, I couldn't be happier for the both of you :3)
