AN-Hey, so this chapter is a sequel to chapter 223, where Freddie gets put into mall jail for confronting a guy who was hitting on Sam. There's actually already a sequel for that chapter up (ch 241), but I didn't know whether the person who sent me the request didn't know that, or if they just wanted another one. So I decided to just put another one up.

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Finger

"Well baby, I'd say today was just a fabulous day," Sam said brightly as her and Freddie returned home from the mall, where Sam had just gotten Freddie out of mall jail. "The birds are chirping, the grass is green…and someone's nubby little butt wound up in jail for the first time in his life."

"It wasn't jail, Sam," Freddie said bitterly, flinging himself down on the couch. "It was mall jail."

"Uh, the word jail's still there, Sassy," Sam smirked. "You know, I wonder what your mother would say if she found out her sweet little Freddikins wound up in jail for assaulting a cashier at the Pottery Barrel…"

"Are you threatening to tell my mom on me?"

"Oh relax, I wouldn't do that," Sam told him, rolling her eyes.

"Besides, I didn't assault the guy," Freddie mumbled. "I went to the Pottery Barrel just to tell him off for trying to hit on my wife. He's the one who shoved me first anyway!"

"I know," Sam grinned. "I still can't believe you actually went there, though. But then again, you do have jealousy problems…"

"Um, excuse me?" Freddie frowned. "I have jealousy problems?"

"Yeah, come on, Fredward, this isn't the first time you've overreacted to some dude hitting on me," Sam chuckled. "What about a couple of months ago when you sent some dude a virus because he told me I looked hot in my new jeans? Or when you managed to get that guy's car towed that ordered a love smoothie for me at the Groovy Smoothie?"

"I just think it's weird that you're pointing fingers in the jealousy department, since you get way more jealous than me," Freddie said.

"Pfft, please," Sam scoffed. "Name one time I've been jealous."

"Oh I can name several," Freddie smirked. "A couple of weeks ago at that Italian restaurant we went to…the waitress told me I had good teeth and you flung gum in her hair!"

"That gum slipped out of my mouth, and it just so happened to land in her stupid little pony tail!" Sam snapped.

"Yeah, okay," Freddie nodded. "But what about the time when you nearly made that chick at the DMV cry because she told me I looked good in my driver's license photo?"

"I didn't almost make her cry," Sam muttered. "She-She probably just had allergies."

"Or what about Carly's cousin that was here visiting her and Spencer asked me if I'd help her buy a new laptop? You somehow tricked her into getting on the wrong train to go back home and she wound up in Maine!"

"That wasn't-"

"Or what about the time when-"

"Okay! Okay!" Sam said gave in. "I get jealous sometimes! Jeesh!"

Freddie smiled and put his arm around her. "I guess maybe both of us have that problem…"

"Maybe," Sam sighed. "I guess this is what Carly means when she calls us a dysfunctional couple, huh?"

"Baby, I think she's referring to a lot of things when she says that," Freddie laughed. He kissed the top of her head. "And hey, we'll work out the jealousy thing…one day. But for now, any guy that tries to mess with my wife is going to have to deal with me."

Sam snickered.

"What? You don't think that's menacing?" Freddie frowned.

"No…" Sam said, trying to hold back another chuckle. "I think that sounds very menacing."