Volunteer

"Why do you need this guest bedroom cleaned out anyway?" Carly asked Sam as the girls stepped into the Bensons' cluttered extra bedroom, which was currently filled with junk that Sam and Freddie simply couldn't find a better place for. "Do you have people coming over or something?"

"No," Sam said simply. "I just thought we should try and get a little more organized around here."

"What?" Carly laughed. "Okay, what has the married life done to you?"

"Alright, the wi-fi and cable is also out, so there's really nothing better to do," Sam admitted. "But I figure if we get this room cleaned out Freddie and I can turn it into something cooler than just a storage space. And no matter what we decide to do with it, this room's gonna need to be redecorated-"

"-And I can help with that?" Carly asked excitedly.

"You read my mind, Shay," Sam grinned. "Anyway, the first thing we should do is decide what's trash and what we're gonna shove up in the attic, right?"

"Right," Carly nodded, riffling through a nearby box. "What's all this junk?"

"That? Um, it's just a bunch of old things that I don't think we even use anymore," Sam said. She stepped over and peered down at the box's contents. "Let's see…a few old Pearphone chargers, some CDs, a broken alarm clock…"

"Hey, what are these?" Carly asked, holding up two small picture frames.

"Oh, those are just some souvenir paintings we bought on our honeymoon," Sam shrugged. "We wound up going to some abstract art festival when we were killing time waiting for our dinner reservations and we bought those."

"You keep art in your junk room?" Carly frowned.

"Relax, they're expensive or anything," Sam said. "They were like, twenty bucks."
"Still, I think they look nice," Carly said. "You sure you don't want to keep them?"

"Eh, I just think they're old and boring," Sam said. "Plus they're a little small. Freddie's was a fan of them though, but honestly I think he kind of forgot about them. He hasn't seemed interested in them lately…Hey! I know! Maybe I can surprise him by getting them redone!"

"Redone?" Carly repeated.

"Sure, you know, get them retouched so they look shiny and new," Sam said. "And I'll even enlarge them!"

"Wouldn't that be expensive?" Carly asked.

"Yeah, but if Freddie likes it, I wouldn't mind," Sam shrugged. "Besides, I know a guy who can do it for cheap. He's helped my mom out with this before."

"Well okay then," Carly shrugged. "I guess that would be a nice surprise for Freddie. Hey, what's this? Hey! This is my hairdryer? I've been looking for this for weeks!"

"Oh…right, I sort of borrowed that for a little experiment," Sam said.

"What sort of experiment?" Carly frowned.

"Trust me, Carls," Sam grinned. "You do not want to know."

….

"Hey, baby!" Freddie said cheerfully as he walked into his and Sam's house. "You'll never believe what-baby?"

He looked around at the empty living room as he hung up his jacket.

"Huh, that's weird," Freddie frowned. "Her car's here…"

Just then he heard muffled voices coming from upstairs.

"Oh, there she is," Freddie chuckled to himself as he hurried up the steps. When he reached the top landing, he could tell that the voices were coming from the guest bedroom, and that Sam was accompanied up there by Carly.

Wonder what those two are up to, Freddie thought curiously to himself. He was just about to step into the room when he heard Sam say:

"Eh, I just think they're old and boring. Plus they're a little small. Freddie's was a fan of them though, but honestly I think he kind of forgot about them. He hasn't seemed interested in them lately…Hey! I know! Maybe I can surprise him by getting them redone!"

Getting them redone? As a surpriseHuh, what could she be talking about?

"Redone?" Carly replied.

"Sure, you know, get them retouched so they look shiny and new," Sam said. "And I'll even enlarge them!"

What kind of surprise would involve her getting something enlarged? Freddie thought.

"Wouldn't that be expensive?" Carly asked.

"Yeah, but if Freddie likes it, I wouldn't mind," Sam said. "Besides, I know a guy who can do it for cheap. He's helped my mom out with this before."

Okay, I have no clue what she can be talking about, Freddie said to himself. But I guess that's the surprise…Wow! How great is my wife? Planning a surprise for me out of nowhere…Uh-oh, I better get out of here so she won't know I overheard. She'd be super wazzed off if she found out the surprise was ruined.

So quietly, Freddie turned around and retreated downstairs and headed back out of the house.

….

"A surprise?" Gibby repeated a half-hour later as him and Freddie sat in the middle of the Groovy Smoothie.

"That's right," Freddie grinned. "Do I have the best wife or what?"

"What kind of surprise is it?" Gibby asked.

"I don't know," Freddie shrugged. "I couldn't really tell from what Sam was saying to Carly."

"Well what did she say?" Gibby asked. "Maybe we can figure it out. I'm real good at that sort of stuff."

"You are?" Freddie said.

"Sure, I watched three episodes of Law and Order last week," Gibby nodded.

"Okay, well, whatever it is, it's something that she's going to get enlarged," Freddie said. "Because she thinks I've lost interest in whatever it is since apparently they're small and boring now."

"Uh-huh…" Gibby nodded. "Go on."

"Um, let's see…Carly thinks it will be expensive, but Sam says she knows a guy from her mom who will help her out for cheap," Freddie said. "And that's about it."

"Oh Freddie," Gibby chuckled, shaking his head. "Freddie, Freddie, Freddie."

"What?" Freddie demanded. "Do you know what she's talking about?"

"Of course I do!" Gibby nodded. "It's completely obvious."

"It is not!" Freddie snapped.

"Fine, then I won't tell you what she's planning to do," Gibby shrugged.

"Gibby!" Freddie moaned. "Just tell me."

"Alright, jeez, keep your socks on," Gibby said. "She wants to, you know…get her…lady parts done."

"Lady parts?" Freddie repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"You know," Gibby said. "Her boobies."

"Are you six or something?" Freddie sighed, shaking his head. "And you're ridiculous! You honestly think Sam's going to get her breasts done?"

"I'm just going off of what you told me, man," Gibby said. "Think about it, she wants to get something fixed and enlarged because she thinks you'll be more interested. Have you been uninterested lately?"

"Pfft, no!" Freddie said. "I'm always very interested in…well…actually I-I guess lately I may have been a little less interested than usual…But-But it's not because I'm not interested in, well those, but it's because lately we've been doing, er, stuff later and later at night and-and I've been tired, okay! I haven't had my head in the game! But…Oh, you-you think that Sam thought…oh no! I-I don't want her to get any sort of work done like that! I-I love her just how she is!"

Just then Freddie's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Sam's name on the screen.

"That's her now," Freddie said. He pressed the phone to his ear. "H-Hey, baby."

"Hey," Sam said cheerfully on the other line. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, um, just-just hanging out with Gibby…" Freddie said.

"Gross," Sam said. "Well, are you going to be home any time soon? Because I have something kind of exciting to talk to you about."

"Exciting?" Freddie repeated nervously.

"Uh-huh," Sam said. "So do you think you'll be home within the next few hours?"

"Um…y-yeah," Freddie said.

"Okay, cool!" Sam said happily. "I'll be here waiting then."

"Al-Alright," Freddie said. "And Sam? I-I just want you to know that you-you're really the most beautiful, perfect woman out there, and you definitely don't need to make any changes to validate that."
"Er, what?"

"Nothing," Freddie sighed. "I, um, I'll see you in a little bit."

When he hung up he let out a long breath. "She wants to tell me some 'exciting news' when I get home. I can't believe this; I never thought Sam would want to do something like this! How-How can I get her to change her mind?"

"Hmm, Law and Order didn't cover this," Gibby said thoughtfully.

"I've got to talk to her," Freddie said, shaking his head. "Make her realize that I don't want her to do this to herself; that I think she's beautiful just the way she is."

"Dude, are you sure?" Gibby said. "I mean is it really the worst thing in the world for your wife to get-"

"Goodbye, Gibby," Freddie said, rolling his eyes as he got up and headed out of the restaurant.

….

Later that afternoon when Freddie returned to his and Sam's home, he found his wife down in the living room, waiting for him on the couch.

"Hey!" Sam said, turning off the T.V.

"Hey," Freddie said heavily.

"I'm glad you're home," Sam grinned. "Baby, I-I have some big news to tell you."

"Sam…I know," Freddie said.

"You know?" Sam frowned. "What do you mean you-How did you-"

"Look, it doesn't matter how I know," Freddie said. "The point is…Sam, are-are you serious? You-You really want to do this?"

"Um, what?" Sam said.

"I-I just don't understand why you would think that you need to do this," Freddie said. "Why you would think I would want you to do this."

"You-You don't want this?" Sam said softly, her eyes widening.

"No! Of course not!" Freddie said. "Sam, I-I think you're perfect the way you are now! I don't want your body to change."

"I-I thought you wouldn't mind my body changing," Sam mumbled.

"I mean I get it's your choice and your body and all that, and-and I'll respect whatever you decide to do, but…I-I really don't think this is something that's prudent right now."

"Well I-I know we've never really talked about it," Sam said. "But-But the timing seems really good! I mean we have some money saved up, we've got this house, we're both doing well at work-"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you need to go and do something crazy like this!" Freddie said.

"Crazy?" Sam repeated. "That-That's really what you think of this?"

"Honestly, y-yes," Freddie nodded. "Sam, baby, I'm begging you…reconsider this. So-So your breasts would be bigger…is that really worth going through all this? I looked online and there's a ton of complications that could arise! Especially if you go to a doctor your mom recommends."

"Okay, yeah, my breasts would get bigger, but it's not like that's the whole point of this thing," Sam frowned.

"Not the whole point? Of course it's the whole point! What else would the point be?" Freddie scoffed.
"Um, gee, I don't know, maybe the baby we'd have at the end of it all!" Sam snapped.

"Wh-What?" Freddie stammered, his eyes growing wide. "Baby? You-You mean just now you-you weren't talking about getting your-your breasts done?"

"Why on earth would I be getting my breasts done?" Sam exclaimed.

"I-I don't know," Freddie said lamely. "But…okay, let's go back to what you just said. About-About the baby. Sam, are you telling me…are you…you're not…"

"I'm pregnant," Sam said, a grin creeping onto her face. "That's what I wanted to tell you."

"I-Oh my God!" Freddie exclaimed, pulling Sam into his arms and hugging her tightly. "Sam, that-that's incredible! This is the best news you could've ever possibly surprised me with!"

"So…you-you're happy about this?" Sam asked.

"Of course I am!" Freddie said. "Sam, having a family with you is just…it's all I've wanted."

"Good," Sam said as Freddie leaned down and kissed her. "Because I was really worried there for a second."

"I can't believe this," Freddie said, absolutely beaming. "We're going to have a baby!"

"I've even been working on getting the guest bedroom cleaned out," Sam said. "I was thinking we could turn it into a nursery."

"Great idea," Freddie smiled. He leaned down and kissed her again. "But…wait, I'm-I'm a little confused about something. Earlier today I came home and, well, I-I sort of overheard you talking to Carly about something. You said you wanted to get something enlarged and redone as a surprise for me. If-If you weren't talking about getting your breasts done, then…"

"Oh!" Sam laughed. "That. Well that was gonna be a surprise for you, but I guess since you already know…"

She stepped behind the couch and pulled out the two framed paintings that Carly had found earlier. "Remember these? We got them on our honeymoon. You really liked them then, but I guess you sort of just forgot about them. I was thinking of getting them done and enlarged and maybe hanging them in the nursery."

"That-That's what you were talking about?" Freddie said slowly. "You-You wanted to get the paintings enlarged. Not-Not your-"

"No, nub," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "I'm not getting my breasts done. You know, if I wasn't in such a good mood right now you'd totally be getting a wedgie. Anyway, do you want to come up and help me finish up in the guest room? Me and Carly got most of it done earlier, but there's still a few more boxes to go through."

"Yeah, that sounds great," Freddie nodded. "But first there's something I need to do."
"What?" Sam frowned. "Now?"

"I need to go kill Gibby," Freddie explained.

"Oh," Sam said. "Well then by all means…"