Here's the epilogue. In no one's point of view. I tried to make it sweet to make up for abruptly ending "Seal" the way I did. :0) Look out for the sequel, coming to your computer screens Monday April 2nd!

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"Samantha!" cried Mrs. Benson in horror as she gazed upon her kitchen. Her once beautiful, spotless, modern kitchen. "Heavens to Betsy! What are you doing? It's past midnight!"

A 6 month pregnant Sam turned her head slowly to face the crazy lady she called her future mother-in-law. She was seated in a kitchen chair, her bare feet raised against the counters. In her hand was a wooden spoon, turned black by what ever concoction she was putting together. The other hand rested softly under her heavy belly.

"What?" she shrugged, licking at the spoon. "I've got a backache that's not going away and my feet are more swollen then ever. This position is helping so get over it…"

The woman groaned, slapping her forehead with the palm of her head. "And you're making…?"

"Burnt pickes and bacon…"

"So… you burned the pickles on… purpose?"

"Hey, baby wants what baby wants!"

Ms. Benson simply shook her head in disbelief and shuffled sleepily out of the kitchen. She remembered what it was like to be pregnant, but she could guarantee she was not as much of a pain as was her son's wife-to-be.

"We'll deal with this in the morning," she whispered dejectedly as she shuffled sleepily from the smelly kitchen.

"Well don't expect me to help clean!" Sam called after her, gesturing dramatically at her belly. "I'm preggers, remember!"

The older woman didn't answer.

"'Kay well… Peace to the out, Marissa!" she wiggled her toes in amusement. The Benson's were just perfect targets for torture. She cackled heartily to herself, patting her tummy. "Ohh… baby boy you're gonna love playing with your grandma…"

"I hope by playing you mean peek-a-boo…" Freddie chuckled as he walked into the kitchen, smiling at the sight of his fiancé.

"Now Fredward…" she replied in a teacher-esque tone, waving the burnt spoon at him. "You know that is the exact opposite of what I mean…"

He laughed, sitting on the counter next to her feet and taking one of them in his hands to massage. "How are you feeling?"

"Pregnant…" she answered on a groan. "Very pregnant. I'm ready for him to be born already."

Freddie grinned. "Him…. I still can't believe we're having a boy.."

Sam pouted slightly. "I know you wanted a girl, Fredderly…"

"Nah. It never really mattered to me. All I wanted was a happy, healthy baby… I would have loved a he or a she…"

"Oh come on…"

"What?"

"That's what everyone says when they get the gender they didn't want…"

"But it's true…"

"Yeah, yeah…" Sam chewed on her lip for a moment silently before murmuring. "Honestly… I wanted a boy…"

Freddie looked down at her sweetly. "And why is that?"

She sighed, looking away from him. "Because… I've always kinda… you know… Pictured one day having a son that was like you. As much as I pushed you around back in our glory days, the fact that you were actually a great person never got past me."

He blushed lightly at her admission, flashing her a tender, loving smile. "Gawww.. Sam… Shucks…" She yanked her foot out of his grasp and kicked him right in the nose. "GAWWWWWWW, SAM!"

"And don't you ever think about telling anyone I told you that or else I'll make sure that Adam is the last child you'll ever have!"

Freddie stopped rubbing his sore nose to gaze at her. "Adam? You want to name him Adam?"

Sam instantly recoiled and shrugged. She had been thinking of names a lot recently and most of the time call the baby inside her 'Adam' in her head. She never said it out loud. "I dunno… Maybe… Do you like it?"

"Sam, I think it's a great name."

"For reals?"

"Yeah," he slouched down to press a gentle kiss to her evil foot. "I do. And giving him a name just makes impending parenthood seem that more real…"

She chuckled in realization. "Yeah… I guess it does… Adam Benson."

Freddie gazed down at the beautifully pregnant woman sitting below him. He smiled, unable to contain his pride as he watched the way she mused over being a mom. The knowledge that she was carrying his baby had caused a permanent glow to take residence on his face and in his heart. Overwhelmed by the sudden need to touch her, he jumped from the countertop, taking care not to jostle her from the only comfortable position she could find. He kneeled down in front of her, laying his head gently against her stomach.

"I love you, Sam…" he sighed when he felt her hands move softly through his hair.

"I love you too… We both do…"

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Carly Shay sat on her comfy couch, laptop in her lap, watching old iCarly videos and outtakes, reminiscing on her teenaged life. Sam, Freddie, she were carefree then. Living with their parents money and for the most part, under Spencer's roof. But now times were not so easy. There were taxes, and work, and bils, and big brothers finding love, and best friends getting married, popping out babies, and living in hiding in Montana of all places.

Where did that leave her? Alone, bored, miserable. What she wouldn't give for some companionship.

She sat there, in still silence except for the click of her mouse as she searched for another video to watch, when there was a knock on her door. She checked the clock on the computer. 10:34. 'That's weird…' she thought.

With a groan, and a loud popping of her back that startled her because she was still too young for back problems, she stood and strolled to the door, not caring that her hair was messy from her day as a couch potato. "I'm coming!"

She glanced through the peep whole. On the other side stood a man she hadn't seen before. Puzzled, she cracked the door hesitantly. There stood a tall, well-built man with short cut blonde hair that was gelled in to a nice style. His eyes were a deep, dreamy hazel, hidden behind dark lashes with small wrinkles at the corners from smiling. Now he was Carly's brand of hot. "Hello?"

"Hi…" the man whispered with a dazzling smile. "Are you Carly Shay?"

"Umm…" a pang of fear moved through her. 'Maybe one of Chandler's goons?' "W-who wants to know?"

The man's already sparkly smile shined even brighter. "No need to be afraid. I'm harmless." He stuck his hand out for a shake. "My name's, Ben Adler. Your friend Julia found me online… She said you were looking for a date?"

Carly dropped his hand quickly, using hers to slap her palm to her forehead. "Oh my gosh… I am going to kill her for this!"

Ben's smile faded slightly. "Well… I mean, I don't want to push you… I just thought… you know. Julie said to come whenever I had free time so I did. I get off work at ten."

"And how would Julie know whether or not I have something to do?" she crossed her arms.

Ben shrugged. "I don't know… She told me that you don't do much with your life nowadays..."

"Of course she did…"Carly broke a forced smile, not in the mood to fume in front of a potential new piece of man candy. And anyway, there was some truth to Julie's statement. She did need to get out more. With a sigh, she looked down at her clothes. "Umm… I'm not exactly dressed for a night on the town…"

"That's alright! I can wait for you if you want…"

She stared at him unsurely without a reply.

"Or… I- we can do this some other time? I mean, I understand it's weird. Some random guy you've never met shows up at your door, asking you out on a date… I bet you at least want to Google me first, right?"

"You know that girls do that?"

"Yeah… guys do it too. Who wants to date a crazy chick?"

That brought out a giggle before Carly chewed her lip thoughtfully. "Fine, I'll tell you what… Let's both do some Googling, maybe some facebooking… then we'll see what happens."

Ben lifted he shoulders in agreement. "That's sounds great to me."

There was an awkward silence as they both stood at the doorway, not knowing what to say. "Sooo…" Ben murmured. "I guess I'll… see you around?"

"Yeah… Yeah I'll see you…" she offered him a genuine smile.

"Bye, Carly…" he flashed that beaming smile then turned. "Oh and by the way…" he turned on his heels. "I think you look cute in ruffled hair, PJ's, and with chocolate on your face."

She gasped, hands flying to her chocolate ice cream glazed cheeks. "Oh…"

He chuckled again then turned away for good, leaving the brunette blushing fiercely.

Once he was in the elevator, Ben laughed to himself in pride. Everything was going exactly as planned.