Notebook

"Ugh! Can you call Sam?" Carly asked Freddie as she paced back and forth in the iCarly studio.

"Why me?" Freddie asked from the beanbag chair he was sitting in.

"Because I'm not dating her!" Carly snapped. "I told her ten times at school today to be up here by four so we can finish going over ideas for iCarly this week, and now it's four thirty, and where is she? Not here!"

"You know Sam, she probably wound up getting detention or something," Freddie said. He pulled out his phone. "Yup, look. I have a text message from Sam right here: 'Got detention for throwing a pinecone at Mr. Howard.'"

"Well how are we supposed to plan iCarly without her?" Carly moaned.

"Hey, look, that's Sam's notebook over there," Freddie said, getting to his feet to retrieve Sam's purple notebook that was sitting on one of the seats in their prop car. "She probably has all her ideas in her; we can just go through it and plan everything from that."

"Okay, fine," Carly nodded. "Man…I need some juice to distress now. Want anything?"

"Nah, I'm good," Freddie told her.

"Alright, well, I'll be back in a sec," Carly said as she headed out of the studio.

Freddie sat back down with Sam's notebook and opened it up to try and find the pages where the iCarly ideas were written.

"Here we go," Freddie said, stopping at a page with a long list on it. "What do we have…Girls: Alexandra, Carmen, Brooke, Leah, Roxanne. Boys: Mathew, Trevor, Cameron, Noah, William…What's this?"

He flipped the page and saw a bunch of doodles of the names Sam Benson or Mrs. Freddie Benson.

Freddie frowned; this didn't seem like something Sam Puckett would write! This was something some love-struck teenage girl would be writing in her notebook, not Sam! He flipped through the pages and saw more lists of boy and girl names, and then saw a printed photo taped to one of the pages. It was of small child with blonde hair and dark brown eyes. The website name at the corner of the page read .

Freddie couldn't believe what he was seeing…was Sam really picturing them having kids together?

"Alright, you ready to start planning?" Carly asked, returning to the studio with a cup of juice.

"Um, actually, I need to run somewhere really quick!" Freddie said, sliding the notebook into his backpack and jumping to his feet.

"What? But we need to-"

"Bye Carls!" Freddie said, running out of the studio. He needed to talk to Sam about this…

…..

Freddie sighed, looking down at his watch as he sat, waiting, on Sam's front porch. Sam's detention finished nearly half-an-hour ago. He wondered where she was…

Just then a car pulled into the driveway and Sam hopped out of it with a smoothie.

"See ya, Wendy," Sam called. She turned to walk up to her house. "Freddie?"

"Hey, where were you?" Freddie asked. "I thought detentions usually ended at five."

"Yeah, but Wendy and me decided to grab a smoothie afterwards," Sam replied.

"Oh," Freddie nodded.

"So what's up?" Sam said, giving him a quick kiss as she unlocked her front door. "Was Carly really wazzed off that I missed our little iCarly planning session?"

"Um, well, I actually sort of missed it too," Freddie admitted.

"What? Dude, we can't both bail on those things!" Sam said. "She will murder us tomorrow. I hope you at least made a good excuse."

"I did…sort of," Freddie lied.

"Okay, well, what do you wanna do then?" Sam asked, tossing her backpack carelessly on the floor by her door.

"Um, well, you left your notebook at Carly's," Freddie said, pulling the notebook out of his backpack and handing it to Sam.

"You seriously waited here just to give me this?" Sam laughed. "You really think I would actually use this and-" she paused as she looked down at the purple cover. She slowly looked up at Freddie. "Um…you-you didn't read this, did you?"

"Look, I thought it had your iCarly ideas in it-"

"No!" Sam moaned.

"Sam, I don't think it's really anything to get worked up over, but still, maybe you wanna talk-"

"No," Sam said again. "Nope. Leave. Now, Benson."

"Sam, I just-Wait! Where are you going?" Freddie said as Sam rushed upstairs.

"Away from you!"

Freddie groaned. He just had to go snooping in her notebook.

"Sam," he said as he ran up the stairs after her, only to be greeted by her locked bedroom door. "Sam, come on, baby, don't be embarrassed-"

"Go. Away."

"I'm not going anywhere until you open the door, Sam," Freddie said firmly.

"Well then have fun siting out there for the next three days!"

"Alright," Freddie said, reaching into his pocket for a bobby pin he just so happened to have. "You wanna play it that way…"

He jiggled the pin around in the lock of the door and in a few seconds the door swung open.

Sam sat up on her bed. "Did you pick my lock?"

"I've learned a few things from dating you," Freddie smirked. He sat down next to her. "Look, Sam," he said gently. "I'm…I'm guessing I wasn't supposed to see what was in that notebook-"

"Yeah, no chiz!" Sam mumbled.

"But you don't need to be embarrassed by it," Freddie told her. "I mean, it's not like I'm gonna freak out over it."

"Please, of course you're gonna freak out over it!" Sam said. "What guy wouldn't get all freaked out over their girlfriend picturing them getting married and having kids someday? It's like, a guy's worst nightmare!"

Freddie put his arm around her. "Maybe to some guy who isn't really committed to the girl he's dating. But Sam, you know how much I love you. You're not just some high school girlfriend to me. I-I really see us having a future together."

Sam looked up at him. "Really?"

"Really," Freddie nodded. "I just…I just never would've thought you would be so…into it."

Sam blushed. "Yeah…I know everyone thinks of me as some crazy, wild chick who never wants to settle down-"

"That's not what I-"

"I know," Sam smiled. "But it's just, you know, a lot of people have told me they really can't see me settling down with some dude and having kids. And I guess I kind of see where they're coming from…but I-I do want that…Not now, obviously, but eventually I think it would be nice to be a wife and mom."

Freddie kissed her. "You'd be an amazing wife. And mom."

Sam didn't reply.

"Hey," Freddie said, blushing himself now. "When-When you picture yourself married and with kids…who's there with you?"

Sam mumbled something under her breath.

"What?"

Sam took a deep breath. "You."

Freddie grinned. "I am?"

"Yeah," Sam whispered. "It's always you."

"You know," Freddie said as Sam rested her head on his shoulder. "When I picture myself getting married-"

"You picture that kind of stuff too?" Sam chuckled.

"Guys are allowed to," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, when I picture myself married and with kids…I'm always with you too."