A/N: I feel like bragging. I have the best boyfriend in the world! He's so sweet! Since I had the first day of school on my birthday he threw an afterschool party for me in the gym today. (It's been one month exactly, that's why today) My friends don't allow boy talk since some of them don't have boyfriends…
Disclaimer: I don't- I just don't okay!
"C'mon! We need to go now!" Carly screamed from the doorway.
"Sam! Get your lazy butt of that couch right now. Spencer! Put some pants on and start the car!" Carly took her coat off of the coat rack and put it on. She stomped to apartment 8D. "Freddie, get your bee-hind out here! We are leaving in ten seconds." She screamed through the closed door. She practically stomped out of Bushwell Plaza and to Spencer's car.
"What's her deal?" Freddie asked emerging from his apartment at the same time Sam and Spencer came out of 8C.
"I was just going to ask the same thing." Spencer nodded his head in agreement to Freddie.
"Pregnancy hormones." Sam stated. "Now can we please go faster because if we're not down there in the next three seconds she'll come up here and fish slap us." Sam ordered.
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"So lay on the bed and the doctor will be here in a minute." The perky nurse stated.
"Okay. Thank you." Carly replied while climbing onto the bed. "Are you guys excited?" Carly asked.
"Yes, I'm very excited to see that I was right about the boy." Sam answered.
"And I'm ready to see that I'm right about the girl." Freddie retorted.
"Uh. Boy."
"Gi-rl!"
"Boy!" The doctor walked in.
"Hi Carly. I see you're doing well."
"Yes, Dr. Sean, I am."
"So, have you had any hormonal- shifts?"
"Yes!" Spencer, Sam and Freddie answered together. Carly shot them a look and Dr. Sean chuckled.
"Did those wounds heal?" The doctor questioned. Carly timidly nodded her head. "So you ready to see if it's a boy or a girl?"
"Yes!" Carly's companions yelled in unison again.
"Okay, I'm just going to wash my hands and we'll get started." Spencer started singing.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy BIRTH-day dear Spencer.
Happy Birthd-
"Hey! You're always supposed to wash your hands while singing happy birthday. You stopped before the end and now your hands aren't clean as a whistle." Spencer scolded the doctor. Dr. Sean rolled his eyes.
"Carly, would you please pull your shirt up?" He spread some clear gel on his hands and rubbed it all over Carly's stomach. He then got the camera and moved it around her round belly. Dr. Sean then pointed to the monitor. "There's its head. Its arms and…" He trailed off.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" Sam asked.
"Come over and look." Carly said. Sam, Freddie, and Spencer tripped over each other to see.
"It's a boy!" Sam stated triumphantly.
"No it's not! It's a girl."
"How could you mistake him for a girl Fredloser?"
"Sam. She's a girl!"
"Freddie. That's a boy, unless it has three legs…" Spencer corrected.
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"I'm Carly!"
"And I'm Sam!"
"And this is iCARLY!" The girls screamed together. They started to do a jig.
"First on iCarly, we're having Gibby 'sniff those socks!'" The words 'Sniff those Socks' came on screen in dirty socks.
"Actually." Sam interrupted. "First off, I know we took a break from iCarly. It was about half a year. I think you guys deserve an explanations."
"Sam." Carly nudged her. Sam ignored it.
"So what had happened was-"
"Sam!" Freddie cut her off.
"Never. Interrupt me." She said, never missing a beat. "Anyway Carly was raped and she is now five months pregnant with a baby boy." Carly's mouth fell open and Freddie quickly stepped in.
"Please enjoy this previously recorded tape of a Gibby looking at himself in the mirror."
A/N: Imagine the music that comes on before a commercial break coming on right now.
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