Perfect

"Wow, this place really looks great," Carly commented, looking around Sam and Freddie's apartment, which the couple had just moved into together a week ago.

"It should," Sam said as she flopped down on the couch. "Freddie made me unpack and decorate with him for three whole hours yesterday."

"I think this is going to have to become our new hang out spot," Carly said, sitting down next to her best friend. "You guys officially have the best apartment in the group."

"Fine," Sam shrugged. "At least you can't yell at me and Freddie for making out all the time here; it's our home."

"Ha, ha," Carly said, rolling her eyes. "So, how's living with Freddie been? Is it weird suddenly seeing your boyfriend twenty-four-seven?"

"Nah, I mean we practically lived together before," Sam said. "Now we both just save on rent."

"Well, I think it's great that you two finally took this step," Carly said. "Besides, we all know this is where you were heading anyway. Now you won't have to go through all this moving when you guys get married."

"Who says we're getting married?" Sam smirked.

"Sam…" Carly grinned.

"Well Freddie hasn't even proposed yet," Sam pointed out.

"He's gonna," Carly said. "I mean you've been together for over five years! He loves you! And even though you hate to admit, you love that nub too."

"He's…grown on me," Sam mumbled, her face flushing red.

"Exactly, so it's just a matter of time now," Carly said. "He's probably just saving up for a ring or waiting for the perfect moment. Mark my words, by this time in two months, you two will be engaged."

"Nah, I don't know if he'd do it that soon," Sam said. "I mean it's Freddie; he plans things like this out obsessively. He'll probably want to see how we do living together for the next year, wait until we're both a little further in our jobs, give his mom liking me one last attempt…"

"Well whenever he does ask…you're gonna say yes, right?" Carly smirked.

"I dunno…"

"Sam!"

"Fine, yes," Sam laughed. "I'll obviously say yes…whenever the nub gets around to asking. Oh, speaking of Fredwad, I've got to go meet him."
"You two getting lunch or something?" Carly asked as Sam stood up and grabbed her bag.

"No, we're going to the dentist together," Sam sighed.

"The dentist?" Carly repeated. "Wow, you guys run out of date ideas?"

"Freddie's insisting that I go," Sam mumbled. "Even though I just went not too long ago."

"The last time you went was when you were fifteen and I dragged you there!" Carly said, amused. "Remember? You admitted that you kissed Freddie."

"Well…that was less than ten years ago, I should still be good," Sam shrugged. "But he went and made us both appointments for this afternoon."

"And you're going to actually listen to him and go?" Carly said, shocked. "Wow…you do love him."

"Watch it, Shay," Sam warned.

…..

"Hey, you guys!" Carly said brightly later that evening as Sam and Freddie entered the Groovy Smoothie and headed over to the table Carly had saved for them. "I got you all your smoothies."
"Thanks," Sam smiled, sitting down.

"Yeah thanks," Freddie muttered, a scowl on his face.

"Er, you okay there?" Carly asked him. "Did something happen at the dentist? Oh Sam, did you try to attack the hygienist again?"

"No," Sam snapped. "I was perfectly well-behaved. Fredlump's just mad because the dentist said my teeth were fine, like I said they were, and his were a mess."

"My teeth were not a mess!" Freddie defended. "But I need to have my dumb wisdom teeth removed."

"Yeah, apparently his tiny little mouth doesn't have enough space for them," Sam said playfully, giving her boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, that sucks," Carly said sympathetically. "I remember Spencer had to have his pulled out. He spent a whole weekend lying around in pain and I had to take care of him."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Freddie sighed. "You may not believe it, but I'm not exactly good with pain."

"No!" Sam gasped, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Are you enjoying this?" Freddie frowned.

"Well…a little," Sam smiled, reaching over and giving his hand a quick squeeze.

"Maybe I just won't go through with it," Freddie said. "I'm twenty-four years old; I don't have to listen to the dentist. I'm a man!"

Sam nearly gagged on her smoothie.

"Listen, baby," Sam said, finally composing herself. "You heard what the dentist said. If you don't remove your wisdom teeth, they're just going to cause you more and more problems."

"But it's gonna hurt," Freddie said lamely.

"They'll give you a ton of that wacky gas to make sure you don't feel a thing," Sam assured him. "And afterwards, once the stuff wears off and you're moaning around the apartment in pain, you'll have me to take care of you."

"You'd do that?" Freddie asked.

"Of course," Sam nodded. "You'll stay in bed and I'll feed you ice cream and ice chips and make sure you're real comfortable."

"See Freddie?" Carly said. "This is the one opportunity you have to have your girlfriend waiting on you hand and foot."

"She's right," Sam nodded. "This is a one-time offer."

"Aw," Freddie chuckled, leaning over and giving Sam a quick peck on the lips. "Well…fine, I'll get my wisdom teeth removed. I guess I'll make the appointment for this Friday so I'll have the weekend to recover before work."

"Cool," Sam said. "You'll see baby, you'll be just fine."

…..

"So how'd everything go?" Sam asked later on that week as she stepped back into the dentist's office, where Freddie had just finished having his wisdom teeth removed.

"Everything went fine," the dentist told her. "He was experiencing more pain than most do, however, so we had to give him a little bit more nitrous oxide, so he'll be a bit loopy for the rest of the evening."

"Huh, I guess that could be entertaining," Sam grinned as she watched Freddie's eyes slowly flutter open in the dental seat. She stepped over to him. "Hey, baby. How are you feeling?"

"Sam?" Freddie mumbled weakly. "Whoa…am I in a space ship?"

"You're at the dentist," Sam chuckled. "You just had your wisdom teeth removed, remember?"

"Aw…so I'm not wise anymore?"

"Don't worry, you're still a wise dork," Sam assured him, kissing the top of his head as she helped him to his feet. "Come on, let's get you home. I stocked up on your favorite ice cream while you were under."

"Yay!" Freddie cheered. "Ice cream is the bomb!"

"Yes, it is," Sam agreed.

"Wow…I never realized before, but you're so pretty!" Freddie said. "Pretty Sam…That should be your name! You're more prettiful than any other girl in the whole world!"

"Cute," Sam laughed. "Very cute, Fredward."

Sam drove the couple back to their apartment, Freddie still very much under the effects of the nitrous oxide.

"-And that's why doorknobs are the best invention ever!" Freddie said as Sam helped him into the couple's bed.

"Very interesting, Fredbutt," Sam said, sitting down next to her boyfriend. "Hey, you want anything? Water, ice cream, more pillows?"

"I want to be with my super sexy girlfriend!" Freddie said, wrapping his arms around Sam and leaning up to give her a wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"Gross! You're all slobbery," Sam said, though she was smiling.

"I love you," Freddie said happily.

"I love you too," Sam told him.

"Hey!" Freddie gasped. "We should totally start dating!"

Sam rolled her eyes. "That ship's sailed over five years ago. We are dating. That's why I'm your girlfriend, remember? We even live together."

"Yes!" Freddie cheered, throwing both hands in the air. "I'm dating Sam!"

"I should totally be taping this," Sam said.

"Hey, Sam? Do you think Old McDonald really had a farm?" Freddie asked seriously. "Maybe he was just renting it or something. If he was, then that whole song is a filthy lie! Oh! And you know what? I bet no spider ever crawled up any waterspout either!"

"Okay, well, while you sit here and analyze nursery rhymes," Sam said, getting to her feet and walking over to the dresser. "Let's get you into your pajamas so you'll be more comfortable."

"But then wouldn't you see me naked?" Freddie gasped.

"Baby, I've seen you naked many times," Sam said. "Again, we're dating."

Freddie giggled.

"Oh my God," Sam chuckled, opening Freddie's top drawer. "I'm definitely not letting you live this down for a-"

She stopped talking, though, as she spotted a small, black velvet box underneath one of Freddie's shirts in his drawer. She picked it up and slowly opening it, her eyes widening as she revealed a beautiful, sparking engagement ring.

"F-Freddie?" she said softly, turning around to face her boyfriend. "What's this?"

"Oh!" Freddie exclaimed, his eyes widening. "That's your ring!"

"My-My ring?"

"Yeah, I have to use it to propose," Freddie said happily. "It's shiny."

"You-You're going to propose to me?" Sam asked.

"Shoosh yeah, you're the coolest, sexiest, bestest girl in the whole world and I love you," Freddie gushed. "That why I wanna ask you to be my wife! That's way more official than girlfriend, you know. Oh! Bring me the ring so I can ask you again! And I have to be on one foot. I mean hand. I mean ear! Yeah, that's it! One ear!"

"Freddie," Sam said gently, smiling as Freddie struggled to sit up. She sat down next to him. "Baby, listen to me. I love you too. And I want to marry you. And when you ask me when you're not under the effects of nitrous oxide, I will say yes. But right now you don't even know what you're saying, and I don't think you want to propose to me and not even remember it, right? Besides, this would be a pretty weird story to tell our kids one day and-"

She was cut off by Freddie giving a loud snore; he had fallen asleep.

Sam rolled her eyes, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

…..

The next morning Freddie winced as he slowly opened his eyes. He felt as though someone had taken a hammer to the sides of his jaw. He glanced over at Sam's side of the bed and saw that it was empty.

"Morning!" his girlfriend said, coming into the room with a large bowl of mint chocolate-chip ice cream; his favorite. "Well, afternoon, I guess. It's almost one."

"One?" Freddie muttered, sitting up. "I slept that much?"

"Well you were pretty out of it," Sam said, setting the ice cream down on her lap. She took a spoonful and held it up to his lips. "Here, this will help he pain."

Freddie opened his mouth and Sam scooped in the frozen dessert.

"That does help," Freddie smiled. "Thanks, baby. I've never had ice cream for breakfast before, though."

"You should try it more often," Sam said. "It's a lot better than those wheat flakes of yours."

"True," Freddie agreed. "Man…I must've been really out of it last night. Last thing I remember is getting to the dentist."

"Oh you were," Sam grinned. "You were totally loopy. You were saying all sorts of crazy things."

"Like what?" Freddie asked.
"Well you were very concerned with Old McDonald's ownership status on his farm," Sam said. "You kept calling me 'prettiful'-"

"Guess I blended pretty and beautiful," Freddie chuckled. "Anything else?"

"Yeah actually," Sam said, setting down the bowl of ice cream and opening up the beside table's drawer. "You kind of proposed to me."

Freddie's eyes widened in shock. "I-I did?"

Sam pulled out the ring. "You were all ready to get down on one ear and everything."

"I-Oh no," Freddie sighed. "No, no, no, no, no. Sam, I'm so sorry. I-Oh man, I messed this all up, didn't I? I-That's not how it was supposed to happen! I've been planning this for months! I was going to wait until our anniversary in April and then I was going to take you to a romantic bed and breakfast and-wait a minute…you're not wearing the ring…did-you said no?"

"No, I didn't say no," Sam grinned. "But I figured you'd want to be aware of what you were doing when you proposed so I told you to wait until the nitrous oxide wore off."

"Oh," Freddie said lamely. "Well…I-I guess I'll have to come up with a new plan then. I-I really wanted you to be surprised, Sam, I'm so sorry. But I'll try and-"

"Freddie," Sam said softly. "Look, if-if you really want to wait four more months to ask me to marry you…I'll wait. But just know that my answer is going to be the same whether you ask me right now or if you ask me then. I don't care about having some huge, fancy proposal. I-I just want to have, well, you."

"You-You mean that?" Freddie asked.

Sam nodded, a smile creeping onto her face. "Absolutely."

"Okay then, good, because I was already having trouble waiting," Freddie said. "But can I still give you my little speech? I have it all memorized."

"I guess that'd be okay," Sam laughed, her face bright red.

Freddie scrambled out of bed, taking the box and lowering himself down onto one knee.

"Sam," he said, taking a deep breath. "We've been together for five years, eight months, and three days. I knew I loved you five years, eight months, and three days ago, and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you five years, eight months, and three days ago. We've done so much together in all that time; we've created so many special moments together that sometimes I just sit back and let all those memories sink in and think to myself…what could I have possibly done to get so lucky? Being your boyfriend for these past five years, eight months, and three days has been the most amazing thing that I could ever imagine. In fact, the only thing better would be getting to be your husband now. So Samantha Joy Puckett…will you marry me?"

Sam wiped a tear from her eye as she slowly nodded. "Yes," she said shakily. "Yes Freddie, I'll marry you."

Freddie beamed up at her, quickly sliding the ring onto her finger and standing up to kiss her full on the mouth.

Sam reciprocated at once, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Ow," Freddie winced after a moment, pulling away. "Yeah, making out is apparently not a smart idea after just having your wisdom teeth removed."

"Oh sorry," Sam gasped.

"That's okay," Freddie said, pulling her closer to him as he led the couple back to their bed. "Totally worth it."