AN- This chapter is a follow up to ch144, Backing, where Sam and Freddie were getting ready to move to Chicago. Again, thanks for all the requests, keep them coming, and I'll upload them in the order they're sent.
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Iron
"Well, I have to ask this one more time," Carly said as her, Sam and Freddie stopped in front of Spencer's apartment. "Are you guys sure you have to move?"
"Carly, you know the answer to that," Sam smiled.
"It was worth a shot," Carly sighed. "Alright, Spencer's probably waiting for us."
They opened the apartment door and stepped inside. Spencer was at the stove, preparing a large batch of spaghetti tacos, and T-Bo and Gibby were in the middle of a game of Zombie Mayhem III: Revenge of the Undead, but when they caught sight of Sam and Freddie, everyone stopped what they were doing.
"Oh man, I promised myself I wasn't going to cry," Spencer sniffed. "I can't believe this is the last time you two will be walking through that door!"
"Dude, we'll visit," Sam told him.
"And who am I going to get manicures with?" Gibby asked. "Freddie was the only one who understood my theory on buffing!"
"I thought we weren't going to discuss that with anybody," Freddie mumbled.
"And who the heck's going to buy all of my spicy bean smoothies?" T-Bo asked. "Sam's the only person who buys them!"
"You know, I heard the winters in Chicago are just brutal-" Spencer started.
"Don't waste your time; I've already tried everything," Carly told her brother. "They're really moving."
"Guys, come on, we're sad too," Freddie said. "You're not the only ones losing friends."
"Yeah, we're probably going to hate Chicago," Sam nodded. "We know Seattle's the best place in the world."
"Darn straight it is," Gibby said.
"Stupid Chicago," Carly mumbled. "With its deep dish pizzas and its Cubs football."
"Bears football," Sam corrected her.
"You already know their sports teams?" she exclaimed.
"Come on, let's eat," Spencer said. "And I sprung for the good taco shells just for the occasion, so no wasting!"
"No problem," Sam said.
"I doubt you guys have fancy food like this in Chicago," T-Bo said as everyone gathered around the table.
"Don't remind us," Sam muttered.
"Spaghetti tacos will be the number one thing we miss," Freddie said. "Well, other than you guys."
"Don't worry, I'll ship you some," Spencer said. "Or hey, I know! Maybe we could all take a road trip down there and visit you guys and we'll bring you some ourselves!"
"Shoosh yeah!" Gibby nodded happily. "We could sing show tunes the whole way!"
"You guys should definitely do that," Freddie said. He looked at Sam. "I mean, you guys will all need to come down eventually."
"Yeah," Sam smiled. "In about…nine months."
"Nine months?" Carly frowned. "Wait…you're not-?"
"Uh-huh," she grinned.
"Oh my God!" she screamed, jumping up out of her seat, running over to hug Sam and Freddie.
"Congratulations, you guys," Spencer said happily, joining in on the hug.
"Aw, look at me, you made me cry," T-Bo said, wiping a tear from his eyes.
"Wait, I'm confused, what's going on?" Gibby asked. "What's happening in nine months? Oh, you're all talking about the lemon parade? I didn't know it was in Chicago this year; that's awesome!"
"No, Gibby," Carly said, rolling her eyes.
"Sam's pregnant," Freddie told him.
"Seriously?" he said. "Like with a baby? That's even better than a lemon parade!"
"It'll actually be more like seven months that you'll have to come down," Sam said, once all the hugs were out of the way. "I'm almost two months along."
"That was one of the big factors in us moving," Freddie explained. "Other than those jobs we got offered. Out apartment's way too small for a baby, and there's practically no affordable houses on the market here."
"I'm so happy for you," Carly said. "I mean, yeah, I'm still super sad you're moving, but there's going to be a baby…and sure, I won't get to see it that much-"
"Carly, we've told you a million times, we're going to visit," Sam said. "You'll see the baby. And besides, you're going to be the godmother, so-"
"I am?"
"Dude, you're my best friend," Sam laughed. "Who else would we pick?"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Carly squealed, pulling Sam into another hug. "I promise, I'll be the best godmother in the world. I'll spoil that kid rotten. Even when I don't see him or her, I'll send toys, and cute clothes, and when we are visiting, I'll baby sit for you guys. I'm going to need a ton of pictures, though. I'm a godmother, can you believe that? Carly Shay: Godmother…how awesome does that sound?"
After everyone had as many spaghetti tacos as they could eat, Sam still holding her record at nine, Spencer began to clear the table.
"Alright, it's time for presents," he announced, closing the dishwasher. "To the couch, everyone!"
"Sweet, gifts," Sam said.
"You guys didn't have to get us anything," Freddie said.
"Too bad," Carly said. "We did."
"My present first, my present first!" T-Bo said, grabbing a tall, thin package and handing it to Sam and Freddie. "Go ahead, open it. It's a T-Bo original."
Sam tore the wrapping paper off the gift and lifted the lid of the box. "It's a…stick?"
"It's a food stick," T-Bo said proudly. "Specially designed to hold any food you want on it. Except for quesadillas…you don't want to try and put quesadillas on that thing."
"Wow, Teebs, this is awesome," Freddie said. "Thanks."
"Yeah, as soon as we get to Chicago, I'm loading this baby up with ribs," Sam said.
"Me next!" Gibby said, tossing Freddie and Sam a gift bag.
"It's…" Freddie said, pulling two button down plaid shirts out. "Wow, cool shirts."
"I got them specially made by my seamstress," Gibby said. "So you can wear them in Chicago and show off that famous Seattle fashion sense everyone talks about."
"Too bad I can only wear mine for a few more months before I start getting fat from the baby," Sam said. "Darn…but hey, I'll make sure Freddie wears his double for me."
"Take pictures, I'll put them on my blog," Gibby said happily.
"Sure thing," Freddie said, giving Sam a look.
"My turn!" Carly said, handing the couple a small package.
Freddie neatly unwrapped it to reveal a silver picture frame with a picture of him, Carly and Sam, laughing in their old iCarly studio.
"Whoa, Carly, this is…amazing," Freddie said softly, still looking at the picture.
"Hey, is Sam crying?" Spencer asked.
"No!" she snapped. "I'm just…shut up, it's hormones."
"I wanted to get you something to make sure you never forgot what good friends we are," Carly said.
"We won't forget that," Sam said.
"We'll hang this up right in the middle of our new living room," Freddie said.
"Yeah, so the first thing we'll see when we walk into the room will by Carly Shay," Sam chuckled.
"Alright people, we saved the best for last," Spencer said, placing a heavy box on the coffee table in front of Sam and Freddie. "Open it! Open it!"
Sam and Freddie tore the paper off.
"Er, what is it, exactly?" Sam asked, picking up the item, which was a blue circular object.
"It's a waffle iron!" Spencer said happily.
"Wait…" Freddie said, opening the iron up. "Those aren't Galaxy Wars waffle patterns are they?"
"Yup!" Spencer nodded. "I was thinking, what can I get Sam and Freddie that they'll both like? And then it hit me! Sam loves waffles, Freddie loves Galaxy Wars, why not let them have the best of both worlds? Obviously they don't sell Galaxy Wars waffle irons, so I had to make that myself."
Sam and Freddie exchanged looks. "You-You made it?"
"Relax, I've tested it out," Spencer laughed. "It doesn't set on fire."
"Cool," Sam grinned. "This is awesome, Spence."
"Yeah, I can spend the whole morning reenacting that big Proton Cruiser chase with my breakfast!" Freddie said excitedly.
"And I also have a box of my own special waffle mix for you that I just made today," Spencer said, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing a small box. "It's chocolate chip, so you can-Ah!"
The box had suddenly burst into flames. Spencer dropped it and Carly quickly snuffed the flames out with a blanket.
"How is that even possible?" Spencer exclaimed.
"Man, it's going to be weird not having things spontaneously combust," Sam said softly.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to it," Freddie agreed.
"Well, maybe you'll find a new friend who has some of Spencer's same crazy antics," Carly suggested.
"No chance," Sam sighed. "There's only one crazy, fire-hazard of a man out there."
"Just like there's only one delightfully awkward cat-loving guy, one smoothie guru and one slightly obsessive but still great friend," Freddie said.
"He called you awkward," Gibby chuckled at Carly.
"And there's only one meat loving, insanely tough blonde and one nerdy, tech-loving brunette out there," Carly said, ignoring Gibby's last comment. "You guys seriously have no idea how much we're going to miss you."
"Believe me Carly," Sam said. "We know exactly how you're feeling."
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AN- I've already gotten a request to write a story where Sam and Freddie are in Chicago, just so everyone knows. It should be up in a few chapters!
