AN: 700 chapters? Crazy, I know! Thanks to everybody who has stuck with this story for so long!

Anyway, this chapter is a lose sequel to ch 181, where Freddie wins a bet with Sam and gets to pick out the bra she gets from Build a Bra. He picks her out a Galaxy Wars themed one, but Sam then tells Freddie that even though she had to buy the bra, she doesn't have to wear the bra.

Hope you enjoy!

Fudge

"You coming to bed soon, baby?" Sam asked, poking her head into the second bedroom of her and Freddie's apartment, where her husband was currently setting up a large model train set.

"In a couple of hours, I really want to finish this bad boy up," Freddie said.

"I can't believe you bought yourself that thing," Sam said, shaking her head.

"It's an early birthday present to myself," Freddie defended.

"Doesn't make it any less geeky," Sam said, giving him a quick kiss. "Well, goodnight. Have fun with your train, Frednub."

"Thank you," Freddie smiled, returning her kiss. "I will."

As Sam walked back into her bedroom, her phone began to ring in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw Carly's name flashing across the screen.

"Hey Carls, what's up?" Sam answered.

"Hey, sorry to call so late, but Spencer wanted me to tell you that he'll have the spaghetti tacos for Freddie's birthday dinner ready by three," Carly said on the other line.

"Okay, that's fine," Sam said. "I'll make sure we're over there by then."

"Awesome," Carly said. "Anyway, while I've got you, I finally picked up Freddie's birthday present this afternoon."

"Nice. What'd you get him?"

"A new sports bag for his fencing gear," Carly replied. "Think he'll like it?"

"Definitely," Sam nodded. "It will make him feel like a real athlete."

"Perfect," Carly laughed. "I can't believe I waited until the last minute to get his gift though. It's so unlike me. I guess I've just been busy these past few weeks."

"Eh, it's not that last minute," Sam reasoned. "You've beat me, at least. I still need to pick him up something."

"Wait, you don't have a present for Freddie?" Carly said. "Sam!"

"What? I'll just go to the store this weekend," Sam said. "I always work better under pressure anyway."

"No, you can't go to the store this weekend!" Carly exclaimed. "Because his birthday is tomorrow!"

"Huh? No it's not!" Sam frowned. "His birthday is the fourth."

"Yes, and today's the third," Carly said.

"No, it's the first."
"Sam, check your calendar," Carly sighed.

"Fine, but it will just prove that I'm-No! No, it is the third!"

"I told you!" Carly said. "What are you gonna do?"

"I-I'll just have to run out now and get him something," Sam said, panicked.

"Sam, it's eleven at night. Nothing's open," Carly said. "Well, except for that skeezy convenience store. But you can't get your husband a present from there!"

"Well what choice do I have?" Sam said. "What else can I get him for his birthday tomorrow?"

"Um, oh! I got it!" Carly said. "Maybe you can make him something tonight!"

"Make him something?"

"Yeah, you're pretty artsy," Carly said. "Maybe you can make him a collage of pictures of you two. Or you can write him a romantic poem. Or you can-"

"Okay, I see where you're going with this," Sam said. "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow, Carly. I've got to pull an all-nighter figuring out how I'm gonna pull this off."

Just as she hung up the phone, Freddie walked into the bedroom.

"Hey, what are you doing? I thought you were still building your trains," Sam said, quickly shoving her phone back into her pocket.

"Eh, I realized I'm too tired to get any real work done," Freddie said. "I need to have all my focus if I want to get the detail of that Trudgemaster just right."

"Oh, um, okay then," Sam said. "Well, you get your rest then."

"I thought you were coming to bed too," Freddie frowned.

"Yeah, um, I-I changed my mind," Sam said lamely. "I-I forgot that I chugged a triple espresso about an hour ago, so it looks like I'm gonna be awake for awhile."

"Oh, well if you want, we can watch a movie or something," Freddie offered.

"No, you-you said you were tired, so you go to sleep," Sam said. "I'll just go do…something."

"Er, alright, if you're sure," Freddie shrugged, climbing into the couple's bed. "Night baby."

"Night…" Sam mumbled as she hurried out of the bedroom.

She headed to the living room, racking her mind to try and find something she could do for Freddie on such short notice.

"Let's see…that collage idea that Carly suggested doesn't seem too bad," Sam said thoughtfully. "Yeah…I'd just have to glue a bunch of pictures to a piece of cardboard and give some sentimental speech when I gave it to him. But…dang it, I don't have any pictures of us printed out! They're all stored on my computer on that dumb cloud thing! And of course the printer is broken…alright, that's out. Let's see…I'm not doing that romantic poem thing; I'll never be that desperate. Hmm…maybe I can bake him something. Yeah…that's a start…oh, I got it! He loves my fudge! I'll bake him a batch of that! But I still need something else…"

So while Sam whipped together a batch of fudge in the kitchen, she continued to brainstorm. Unfortunately, by the time she was done baking, it was two in the morning, and she was exhausted and hadn't been able to come up with anything.

"Well, at least he has the fudge," Sam mumbled to herself as she slid the tray into the fridge. "Maybe I can give him that in the morning to distract him long enough for me to run out to the store. Oh, what am I thinking…he's not easily distracted by food."

When she got up to her and Freddie's bedroom, her husband was fast asleep in their bed.

I can't believe I'm not going to have a present to give my own husband on his birthday, Sam thought miserably as she stepped over to the couple's dresser to retrieve her pajamas. I'm a terrible wife. Freddie always gets me these amazing birthday presents, and I have fudge for him. I don't even have a card…

Sam reached into her drawer for an old t-shirt, but, as she did, something in the corner of the drawer caught her eye.

Hold on…Sam thought slowly. This…This might just work…

…..

The next morning Freddie was awoken by the smell of bacon and French toast hitting his nostrils. As he opened his eyes he saw Sam wearing her robe and holding a tray with the breakfast at his bedside.

"Happy birthday, baby!" Sam beamed, setting the tray down and bending over to give him a long kiss.

"Aw, thanks," Freddie smiled, stretching his arms up into the air as he yawned. "Did you make me breakfast?"

"Yup, French toast; your favorite," Sam nodded. "With a side of bacon and your favorite fudge."

"Wow, fudge for breakfast? It really is my birthday," Freddie chuckled.

"Yes it is," Sam said. "Anyway, your mom already called sobbing about her baby being another year older. She'll be by tonight after she gets off of work, so brace yourself for that. But this afternoon we're going to go to Spencer's for your birthday lunch, and then tonight we're all gonna go out Pini's so you can get your birthday lasagna!"

"Sounds like a perfect plan," Freddie grinned, reaching for the tray of breakfast.

"Hold on, not yet," Sam said, quickly swatting his hand.

"Huh?" Freddie frowned. "I can't eat my breakfast?"

"Not yet," Sam said, a smirk creeping onto her face. "Don't you want your present first?"

"Present? Shoosh yeah I do!" Freddie nodded. "What is it?"

"Well…" Sam said slowly. "You remember a couple months ago? I lost a bet to you, and you got to pick out a bra for me from Build-a-Bra?"

"Of course I remember that," Freddie chuckled. "It was the only bet I've ever won."

"And the only bet you ever will win," Sam said. "But anyway, you picked out that horrible, tacky Galaxy Wars bra…with NugNugs and Proton Cruisers and even those clip on light beams. And I told you that all the bet said was that I had to buy the bra…I didn't have to wear it?"

"Ah yes, the most disappointing moment of my life," Freddie sighed.

"Well," Sam said, untying her robe seductively. "Since it's your birthday, and I know how much you were looking forward to seeing me in that, I decided I'd go ahead and, well, throw you a bone this time."

"What do you mean?" Freddie asked, confused. "Wait…you-you don't…no! No way! You didn't!"

Sam simply smiled as she dropped her robe onto the floor, leaving her in nothing other than the Galaxy Wars bra.

Freddie's jaw dropped as he stared at his wife. "Oh. My. God," he stammered. "Sam, I-whoa. It-It looks even better than I ever imagined on you. I-I-"

"You're drooling," Sam laughed, grabbing a napkin from the breakfast tray. She sat down on Freddie's lap and wiped the tiny thread of saliva from his mouth before leaning down and kissing him deeply.

"This-This is officially the best birthday ever," Freddie said weakly. "Am-Am I dreaming? I have to be dreaming…"

"Nope, this is not a dream," Sam chuckled as she kissed him again. "And let me prove it to you…"

"Sorry we're later!" Sam said later that afternoon as her and Freddie burst into Spencer's apartment for Freddie's birthday lunch.

"I thought you said you'd be here at three," Carly commented. "It's almost five o'clock. We're starving here!"

"Sorry, we-we were sort of distracted," Freddie said. "Sam, well, she got me a great birthday present."

"Glad you enjoyed it," Sam grinned.

"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's get to the spaghetti tacos so Freddie can open his presents from us!" Spencer said. "Food's in the kitchen."

"Awesome," Freddie said, following Spencer. "I love your spaghetti tacos, Spence."

"So," Carly whispered, stepping over to Sam. "I take it everything worked out with his present then?"

"Oh yeah, I handled it," Sam nodded.

"Well what'd you wind up getting him?" Carly asked.

"Er, you-you really don't want to know," Sam said. "Trust me."