Hello all. I've decided to make a short little epilogue. Most of the focus is on Freddie and Carly with their married life. There will be mentions of Sam and Spencer though. I don't own iCarly, don't sue please. I'm also setting out to write a prequel of sorts, just basically Carly/Freddie/Sam/Spencer friendship during Sam's parents' divorce.

Epilogue

The voice of a child came ringing through the apartment as a man rushed over to the playpen to pick her up. He smiled at the child as she babbled in her own language.

"Who's daddy's little girl?" Freddie asked his daughter.

Her bright brown eyes looked up at him, the long lashes stretched out. Her short dark hair was in two little pig tails. Her clothing was messy. The pink shirt had a purple grape juice stain and purple was smeared about her mouth.

"Ma!" she said, pointing to herself. She was a year old already, and speaking.

"Good girl. Who am I?" he asked, sitting down on the couch, ignoring the fact that her face needed to be cleaned, as well as the living room.

"Dada," she clapped her chubby little hands together in excitement. Whenever she said "dada", Freddie beamed with pride. Little Maddie already knew this, so she knew to say it as much as she could for praise.

"You're a smart one, just like me," he told her quietly, as not to let anyone else know how bright she was.

"Let's clean you up, shall we?" he stood and walked over to the kitchen, wet a paper towel, and wiped the sticky juice off of the baby's hands and face. "All better."

The clock struck five as the child turned her head to the door and pointed, "Mama come now?" she asked.

"Yes, dear, mommy will be here soon," he told her, placing her back in the playpen in order to haphazardly clean.

As soon as she was placed in the playpen, the tears flowed, "No sit!" she screeched.

"Da! No sit! No, no, no!" she cried, trying to stand herself up.

"Careful, sweets," Freddie rushed over to pick her up. She had a mishap about a week ago. She was finally able to stand up and take a few steps, but Freddie let her go, and she fell on her bum. Freddie no longer let her stand on her own, even though Carly said she has to learn anyways, as she was nearly two.

He bounced her in his arms, shushing her, causing her to giggle. "Ma!" she cried, pointing to the door.

At that moment, Carly, dressed in a business suit, and with a briefcase, walked through the door.

"Hey, Carls," Freddie said with a grin. Carly smiled and pecked him on the cheek, and took Maddie from her husband.

"Hello sweetheart. Make mommy happy, please," she cooed as Maddie gurgled and laughed.

"Ma no work?" she asked, cocking her head to the side, large brown eyes confused. She even furrowed her brows and wrinkled her nose.

"If only," Carly sighed. She took note of the stain on Maddie's shirt, as well as the state of the apartment.

"Freddie, what in the world happened? Did a tornado come crashing through here?" she asked with a frown.

"I was busy with the files on the merger," he said sheepishly glancing about. He tried to take Maddie. He had been promoted at work, but still loved tinkering with the electronics.

"No, no hiding behind her again," she chided her husband and carried Maddie to her room and placed her in her crib and began changing her shirt.

"Is that wise, dinner's in an hour," he stated, more than asked. Her clothes were just going to end up more of a mess.

"It's okay. Here," she said, "all done. Freddie, watch her while I change, okay?" she left the room and Freddie grabbed a book off of the shelf to read. He also took Maddie into the kitchen.

He checked on the food in the oven, and then on the spaghetti. He placed Maddie in her high chair and set the table for two.

"Bana," she said, motioning to her mouth.

"You want bananas?" Freddie asked with a grin.

"Pweese," she smiled, small teeth showing. Already she knew how to get her father to do what she wanted.

"Later," he said. Maddie scrunched her face up with distaste.

"Aw, baby, what did daddy do now?" Carly asked, sitting at the table near Maddie.

"I won't give her bananas," he informed, sitting down next to Carly.

"Poor baby," she cooed, causing Maddie to grin and temporarily forget her banana woes.

"How was work?" Freddie asked, piling spaghetti onto his plate and passing the bowl to Carly.

"The stupid Pemberly group wants to sue the Stiles group," Carly sneered as she thought of the pickle she was currently in.

"But you represent the Pemberly group. Did Stiles do anything wrong?" Freddie asked.

"No, Pemberly is actually at fault. They took the Stiles' clients. Jeez, we need to settle this out of court, or else Pemberly will lose money and blame me," Carly sunk into her seat and poked at her food like a petulant child.

"They won't blame you solely," Freddie tried to reassure his wife.

"I'm the youngest member at the firm, of course they will," she sighed.

"You didn't go to law school for nothing. At least you didn't leave after two days like Spencer did," Freddie laughed at his brother in law, though he wasn't there.

Carly smirked, "I guess. I have some paperwork to fill out after dinner. I'll take them over tomorrow. How's the merger going?"

"Papple has decided to buy Yahoo and Ask," he told her solemnly.

"So, what does that mean?" she asked, chewing thoughtfully.

Her quick reflexes caught the spoon Maddie threw. "Hey, kiddo, you need to eat on your own now. Mommy and daddy won't feed you anymore," she told her in a firm voice. Maddie pouted and took the spoon back, placing it next to her Gerber jar of mashed carrots. Other children didn't start eating on their own around two, but Carly decided it was best she eat at least dinner on her own. She was still spoon fed by Freddie though for breakfast and lunch when Carly wasn't looking.

"Yahoo and Ask will now be Yask," he told her with a cringe.

Carly snorted, causing Maddie to laugh, "That's a terrible name. What are the other options?"

"Askhoo is slightly more normal. I have to run it by the heads tomorrow," he told her.

"Do the names have to be combined, I mean when the WB merged…oh, wait, never mind. The CW tanked, big time," she said.

The family of three continued their meal in silence with slight babbling on Maddie's part.

"Banananaaa," she howled, smacking her spoon on the table. Carly giggled and walked into the kitchen. She chopped up a banana and mashed it, placing it in a small bowl and on Madeline's plate.

"Tank ooo, momma," she smiled at her mother, and stuck her hands into the bowl.

"Spoon," Carly told her.

"No 'poon," Maddie laughed, shaking her head. She picked up the food with her hands and smeared it everywhere but her mouth.

"Madeline," Freddie warned in a firm voice.

"'poon?" she said solemnly, picking it up.

"Good girl," he praised her.

"Why does she only listen to you?" Carly grumbled at her seat. It wasn't fair, she was the one who did all of the work with the whole being a whale for months on end.

"Eh, you know one day she listens to one of us and the next day she doesn't."

"It's not fair," she pouted.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Who could that be?" Carly said and walked over to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hey," Sam said from the other line, shivering slightly in the Canadian cold.

"Hey, what's up there in Canada?" she asked her friend who was there for a shoot on how Niagara Falls had changed due to global warming.

"Spence came to surprise me, and we eloped," Sam blurted out as fast as she could. She wasn't even sure if Carly could hear her properly.

"You eloped!" Carly screeched at her friend. Freddie looked up, wide eyed. "Did you know about this?" she hissed. Freddie fidgeted.

"Yeah, look, my phone's almost out of batteries. We'll call later, okay?" she asked in a hurry.

"Fine, bye," Carly said.

"Bye," Sam replied as they both hung up.

"Did you know about this?" Carly glared at her husband as she sat down.

"Spencer may have mentioned it the other day," he flinched, waiting for her wrath.

"Oh my God! Freddie!" she slapped him on the arm. "I was supposed to be there and be maid of honor," she pouted.

"That's what you're upset about?" he asked.

"I was supposed to help plan the freaking wedding," she kept pouting. "I better be godmother!"

That's it, the end. It was a short little ditty here. I might do a one-shot of the elopement if enough people are for it.

Please review, it would be greatly appreciated.