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~~Sam's POV~~ 1 Month Later.
Rain had covered Seattle, which wasn't great if you were going clothes shopping, because we only had outdoor malls.
Apparently, we had to buy the dresses the Friday before the dance, and then get ready the next day. (The Friday is just the day before, not a week.)
"Okay, how 'bout this one?" Carly asked, holding up the gazillionth dress of the day.
"I told you Carls, I don't care what I look like, it's Freddie."
She rolled her eyes, "So? It's still a dance, and besides, you deserve one night to be pampered. And, as I was saying, what do you think of this dress?"
She held up a strapless mint green dress.
"No thanks, I'd rather not look like a giant altoid."
"Oh come on Sam, I picked out my dress like an hour ago, and you haven't considered anything!"
What? Since when had she picked a dress?
I glanced over to the oversized sofa chair she had been sitting in, and noticed a deep red dress folded neatly.
"That's not true! I liked the purple one, the gold one, and the black one, none of them however, would fit over my stupid bump! And the bigger sizes made me look like I was wearing a potato sack!"
Carly stood there for a few moments, analyzing what I had said.
"That's it! Hurry, gather up our stuff while I pay for this!"
She dashed for the register, dress in hand while I put a few things back in her purse, and grabbed her sweatshirt.
Before I knew it we were outside, running in the rain laughing.
I'm guessing that we looked like two fools, but I honestly couldn't have cared less.
I ended up following a frenzied Carly into a maternity shop.
"Ma'am, I hope you realize we close in 10 minutes-"
"Dresses!" Carly screeched, cutting of the saleswoman's voice.
"Excuse me-"
"Dresses! Do you sell dresses? Formal dresses!"
She glanced at me then rolled her eyes and pointed towards the back of the store.
"But you should know it's a small selection."
Towards the back of the store, there was one single rack of maternity dresses.
A few pink dresses, a few yellow, 2 green, and one other dress.
It was perfect.
~~The next day~~
Carly went all out, and gave me the biggest makeover ever.
1st: she gave me a weird face mask.
2nd: She washed my hair using this special shampoo that made my hair all shiny, and smelled like mangos.
3rd: She gave me a mega manicure. Filed. Soaked. Polishes. Lotion. Trimmed. My hands looked better than me!
4th: A mega pedicure, she did the same thing to my toes, except instead of clear polish, she painted them hot pink.
5th: Make-up: she added foundation to even up my skin, then gave me long eyelashes, and purple/gray eyes so "make them bolder." She even contoured my face!
6th: Hair. First she flat ironed it, then she re-curled it into fancy, frizz- free loose curls. And (with my permission) she cut about an inch off. She also pinned it back a little (A/N: iMHL239 hairstyle.)
7th: She forced me to shave my legs, against many protests.
8th: She even did my eyebrows.
So after hours laboring over me, I looked pretty good.
She spent about an hour on herself (and four on me.)
And yet she still looked way better than me…
~At Dance~
I was pretty shocked that our gym could actually look nice.
Lights were hung everywhere, so the regular ceiling one's were off.
There were tables with flower arrangements, even the walls deeply colored drapes.
My dress was turquoise and black at the bottom, I wore black flats with a peep-toe, and a small gem right near it, I carried a small black clutch.
And that's when Freddie saw me.
"Hey Sam." He said, approaching slowly.
"Hey."
"Wow."
"Wow, what?" I asked.
"Wow, you look great, Sam. Beautiful actually."
I felt a blush come to my face, and we made our way to the dance floor.
I wrapped my arms around him and we rocked back and forth, just talking.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for getting you pregnant, and for being a spazz about. I'm just sorry I put you through all this crap and I-"
He was cut off when I pulled his body closer to mine in a hug.
"I'm sorry for everything I've put you through. The teasing and the stealing and…all of it."
"Does this mean you'll stop?"
"It doesn-"
This horrible, weird pain in my stomach cut me off.
"Really? You're stopping?"
"No."
He laughed a bit.
"Freddie?"
"Yeah?"
"I think it's time."
"Time for what?"
I think that's when he realized I was going into labor.
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