I'm uploading this while playing a zombie World of Darkness game with my buddies, just thought I'd share how dedicated to you guys I am. This chapter is a little less depressing, which makes me happy. I hope you guys enjoy!

Like always, I loves the love if you give the reviews and the favs/watches. Also, I don't own anything related to iCarly, even though it would be fun. I also don't own Tigger, but I do own a big stuffed Pooh Bear!

It had been a few hours since I had brought Carly home and the whole atmosphere was starting to pick up. Both Carly and Spencer had cried themselves out and were looking around all of Spencer's "storage" areas for photo albums. Freddie had actually made a pretty good suggestion with that one. I gotta say, I give the dweeb props. He was being pretty useful.

I was leaning over a pot of boiling water pouring macaroni into it. I had decided to throw some dinner together for everyone. I didn't mind cooking as long as I got to eat it-that is eat the biggest portion of it. The conversations from the other room were pretty funny.

"Is this it?"

"No, Freddie! That's a bunch of nature magazines!"

"I found my Pokemon cards!"

"That would be great if we were looking for Pokemon cards and not photo albums, Spencer!" Carly sounded excited and on edge at the same time.

"Hey Freddie, battle me later!"

"Sure!"

"Yes, later because now we need to find photo albums!" Carly was throwing things over her shoulders and plopping all kinds of junk beside her everywhere she looked.

"Carls! Relax a little!" I called from the stove.

"You could help!" She didn't sound aggravated we me, but she did sound kind of playful.

"Well I want to eat! And you're all just lucky I decided to feed you too."

"You always want to eat! And I bet you'll eat most of that anyway." She had snuck closer to me until she kissed my cheek after the last word.

"Carls..." I warned, even though I kind of wanted her to keep kissing me.

"I know, I know. 88'Now's not the right time myeh myeh myeh.'88" She mockingly imitated me so I playfully whacked her with the spoon. She stole another kiss before I could say anything and then she went back to her search. I let her get away with it. She said that it made her feel better and at that point, what harm can a few little kisses do if it makes her feel better?

"I think I got them!" Freddie ran to the sofa carrying half a dozen bound books. I saw Spencer spin around and run over so quickly that I thought his head was gonna spin off. Carly's face lit up when she saw the books, but took her time walking over. I stirred the macaroni and went to get a look at the things. They were looking at the first book when I got there.

"Aww, widdle baybee Spenswer." Freddie teased at an old photo of Spencer in some polka dot toddler pajamas.

"Hey, those were my fav jammies. Wore 'em 'til I was 14." We all turned to him looking either confused or impressed.

"Aww! My big brother's first big boy potty!" Carly razzed Spencer about a picture and nudged him.

"Just wait 'til we get to your album, little sister."

"Ooo soo scared!" Carly giggled and I felt amazing. After the breakdowns from earlier, it was so awesome to see Spencer and her feeling okay. Of course, it didn't last very long. Suddenly, all the chuckles and snickers and chatter cut off and everything was quiet. I looked down and I saw a man who looked suspiciously similar to Spencer holding a newborn sitting next to a sleeping woman who looked like a perfect blend of Carly and Spencer. Oh no.

"Mom and dad." Spencer said softly.

"Wow." Carly looked stunned and ran her fingers over the plastic film that covered all of the pictures. She stopped by both her mother and father's face. "That's you, huh Spence?"

"Yup." She was so slow in her movements it was like time had slowed down.

"Look how amazing they look." She looked like she was in a trance.

"You think that's something..." Spencer started quietly as he closed that album and looked through the others until he found a red one. He opened it up and the first picture was one that looked a lot like the one with newborn Spencer. This one had another newborn baby in it. The woman was holding the baby and on her left was that same guy, but he was looking older. I held back a laugh when I realized that the awkward preteen boy on the right was Spencer. I felt bad that I didn't really know Carly's dad. I also felt a little disappointed that I had been way too late to ever even hear her mother on the phone. I was starting to feel really sad, and then I realized that the pot was starting to boil over.

I left those guys on the sofa while I went to fix the food. They just sat there staring at the same picture. I could hear them mumble about things that they remembered from when they were little. Freddie showed up next to me after a couple of minutes.

"I wanna give them a little privacy."

"Whatever, Fredness. Get me a strainer." He nodded and went to the cabinet. I strained the pasta and put the sauce and stuff on it and Freddie got plates. I walked cautiously over to them. It still felt like walking on broken glass to be near them.

"Guys, if you want, there's food." I sounded so tiny. It was really weird. I shook my head as I turned back to sit with Freddie. He put the food on my plate and handed it to me without a sound. We both stared down while we were eating. The whole place had gotten so awkward all of a sudden. I felt Carly brush by me as she and Spencer came in and sat down. And still, no one said a word. Carly moved her seat closer to mine until our thighs were touching.

Neither Carly nor Spencer were actually eating, they just pushed the food around. Carly eventually just laid her head on my shoulder and gave up on her plate. I put my fork down then and put a hand on her shoulder. I looked up and saw Spencer doing a little better. At least he was trying to eat. He was staring down and looked like he was totally spaced out. I shot a 'do something' look to Freddie who shrugged at me.

"Hey Spencer..." I jumped a little when Carly broke the silence. She didn't move and was holding loosely onto my shirt. "Remember my third birthday?" Spencer didn't look up, but started moving his food around again.

"The one with the ponies?"

"Yeah. Remember how dad hired the whole ranch to come to the yard for that huge party with all of those kids I hardly knew from preschool? And do you remember that cake mom made? It looked so cool."

"The Tigger cake! She sculpted the whole thing out. Actually, I think I helped her make that thing."

"I guess that's where you got your skills from."

"Yeah, I guess so. Is that why you like horses so much?" He started to perk up a little. Carly giggled at my side.

"I guess dad just knew what I liked. Do we have pictures from that?"

"Of course!" He jumped up and ran to the living room again. He vaulted over the arm of the sofa and landed hard on the seat. Carly giggled again at the sound. I giggled with her and stroked her shoulder very lightly. I moved and tried to coax her to get up with me.

"Can I see those pictures?" I asked her, trying to make an excuse to get her up. She nodded and we sat next to Spencer. She never fully let go of me. Spencer started flipping through the album and told this long story about the birthday party and what his parents did and all of the weird kids that had shown up. It seems like parties for Carly have always ended up going a little different than anyone planned.

As the stories went on, Carly was falling into me. Eventually, she had her head nuzzled perfectly in the crook of my shoulder and I was resting my head on hers. I had my hand on her neck and I had been stroking her jaw. I felt some wetness on my hand and started to inwardly panic at the tears, but tried to stay as calm as possible. I shifted a little so that I could see her face and felt like a cool, calm breeze came by when I saw that she was smiling.