Epilogue

Three years later

Freddie felt light touch his face as he was laying his head on the cotton pillow. He turned around, trying to go back to sleep until he heard the alarm on his dresser go off, it's annoying voice like a nuclear warning.

"If you don't shut that shit off I will," he heard a voice beside him. He smiled as he got up and slammed the alarm off, yawning as he felt an itch in the back of his head.

"Morning to you too," he said behind him. He pulled the custard sheets off him and walked to the bathroom, ready to prep himself for another day. He pulled out the shaving cream, a razor that his mom bought for him last Christmas and began shaving. He brought it up the side of his cheeks, chin, and nose, careful in every angle as he cleaned it in the cold running water. He jumped in the shower after, lathering every inch of his body in dove moisturizing soap for men.

He heard a light tap on the window of the shower door.

"Mind if I join you?"

"I'm going to be late again, Sam," he said.

"Come on Freddie, they love you," she said, reminding him of his good work ethic as she climbed inside, "besides you need someone to help you wash your back. Hygiene is important." she winked. He smiled at her excuse and brought her body close to his, feeling her wet skin on his own. He kissed the side of her neck like a vampire and she groaned faithfully. She brought her lips up to his, wrapped her arms around him and playfully started rubbing his back with her pink loofa.

"I told you I was gonna run late to work," he said, kissing her lips softly. She gave him a bit of a pout, making him hunger for her more. He could skip breakfast he supposed. He had to stop thinking with that head. He turned around asking her to wash his back for him, to which she obliged and did without harming him, much to his surprise.

"There, all clean," she said, "Now get out so I can finish showering."

"You don't want me to help you wash?" he said reaching for her waist.

"You'll be late," she said.

Agreeing with her, he jumped out of the shower, grabbed the purple towel he placed by the sink and wrapped it around his waist.

"You need a towel?" he yelled to Sam.

"Just leave it for me by the sink," she said, "I still need to shampoo."

He walked towards his dresser and grabbed a towel for Sam as he pulled out socks, boxers, and a white wife beater. As soon as he changed, he walked to his little closet pulling out his blue suit. He finished buttoning it when Sam walked out of the bathroom, her hair in the towel and her body wet and naked.

"I gave you the towel to wrap around your body not your hair," he said, not looking back at her for fear of getting turned on. It was almost 9.

"I figured you could use a round before you leave," she smiled, pulling off the towel and laying on the bed, naked and willing. He hated when she teased him this way.

"I'm going to be late," he emphasized the last word, not really caring by this point.

"Call today off," she said, crawling towards him on all fours on the bed, her eyes covered by tendrils of damp blonde hair.

"I can't," he said, looking for a tie, not keeping his eyes off her intense blue. "We're leaving for Seattle today and I need to go over things with Jason." He turned and started fumbling in the drawers and felt Sam walk towards him. She grabbed a blue tie from the drawer, pulled it around his neck and fastened it quickly.

"I forgot about Jason. He's taking over your position for a bit huh?" He nodded. "I guess I'll have to jump you when you get home tonight," she said, tying the towel across her body, walking back towards the bathroom. Freddie didn't have to look in the mirror to know that he had a look of guilt on his face.

"Sam?"

"Go, you don't want to be late," she said, "I'm going down to Kitchen Time to see how the prospects are looking for this quarter before I leave."

"You mean you are going to buy ham, right?" he said.

"You know me too well, gotta stock up so I have some ham for the plane ride," she said, drying her hair with another towel.

He walked to the bathroom, seeing her through the mirror as she prepared to dry her hair. He walked closer still and reached for her hand.

"It's going to be great to go visit home this weekend, Spencer said Carly is going to throw Susie a birthday party there instead of New York," She turned around to look at me.

"I already knew that," she said, "she told me when she and Griffin came to visit from New York. Now go, before I jump and ravage you, making you miss work."

"I love you," he smiled, she flashed a smile at him, got up and brought her lips to his.

"I love you too," she said, walking him towards the door, giving him one more kiss before he left. "Don't forget," she called out to him, "You owe me shower sex!" and shut the door.

The plane towards Seattle landed quickly, and the ride to the Shay's old apartment was even quicker. Sam held onto Freddie's hand as they walked into the Bushwell Plaza's main lobby, waving to Lewbert, who was never happy to see anyone.

"I thought you people died. I hardly see you anymore," he said.

"We moved. Away from you," said Sam, making Freddie pull his signature side smirk.

"Yeah, well I'm glad for that. No more bugging me all the time," Lewbert said, "But, it is great to see you two here together like the old times," he admitted.

"Yeah, well, we're gonna go before you get all sentimental on us," Sam said, grabbing onto Freddie as they walked up to the elevators.

"You ready to see Susie Q?" Freddie asked Sam. She smiled.

"Mama's always ready to see that cutie."

They walked up to apartment 8-C and Freddie opened the door to reveal ribbons, streamers, and a long-time-no-see family.

"Look who's here Susie!" Carly cried out. Sam lit up as and saw little Susie Q in her pink polka dot dress walking/running towards her and Freddie. He picked her up and threw her in the air, and she didn't hesitate to plant a million kisses all over her as if she would eat her up like a savory smoked ham.

"Sam and Freddie!" she cried, still smiling from ear to ear. Sam and Freddie, Susie in his arms, walked inside to greet all of their old friends: Carly and Griffin, Gibby and Tasha, Mrs. Benson, Spencer and his wife Jenny, T-Bo, Socko and Burnie, and a few other cousins they didn't know about. Even Melanie and her baby boy Kyle. It was a full house. Carly walked up to them, giving each one of them a deep hug.

"Freddie did you bring it?" Carly asked him. Sam took Susie from his arms as Freddie rummaged through a bag he brought with him so they could stay a few extra days. He pulled out a DVD, with the label, "For Susie Q's second birthday."

We all sat or stood around the television as Freddie popped in the DVD. As it began, they could hear Freddie in the background count off like he did all the iCarly shows, "In five, four, three, two…"

"I'm Carly," a mature looking Carly came onto the screen.

"And I'm Sam," the blonde waves crowded the camera.

"And we used to do a web show called iCarly!"

"With cactus…"

"And peanut butter…"

"Us dressed up as an idiot farm girl and a cowboy…"

"And of course…" the camera moved away from them to focus on another character much needed to the old iCarly show.

"Gibbehhhh!" Gibby said, flexing back and forth.

"Now, can you let the people watching why we are recording this Carls?"

"I sure can Sam, because it is my special little girl's birthday today!" Sam pushed a button on her blue remote and applause was heard in the background. And on it went, laughter filling the room and Susie Q left pondering why her mother was acting like that on the screen, or why Sam had on a blonde mustache.

When it was over everyone applauded as Carly, Sam holding Susie Q, Freddie and Gibby stood in front of the television and each took a bow. As they were done bowing, everyone was leaving to cut the cake and be served lemonade, until Freddie grabbed onto Sam's hand.

"Hold on," he said, "I want to ask you something," he said. Carly came and grabbed Susie Q from Sam's hands and shuffled back into the front of the group as Melanie scooped Kyle into her arms, ready to devour the strawberry cake.

"What is it?" she said.

"Let's go up to the fire escape, I want to ask you something," he said. Sam gave him a quizzical look but went up with him anyways, wondering what he needed to ask her that he hasn't before. They reached the fire escape after letting Carly know they would be gone for a few minutes, so she could delay the cutting of the cake. Sam slipped one leg in and then the other and looked down into the street, just like she did back in Massachusetts. But instead of feeling sadness, she felt blissful. They were back at the place where everything started; the emotions, the sentiment, the loss of their innocence, their first kiss. Freddie came in behind her and looked down with her, his hand on her back, rubbing it in comfort. He took in a deep breath and let it out.

"I want you to know that you cause me emotional and physical damage," he began, catching Sam off guard, "I am pretty sure everyone down there knows that you have a left hook that can take down a line backer. The fact that you keep your figure even though you devour eight pounds of ham a day is a mystery to modern science. And your fascination with shower sex has left me drained every time you want to try it, because I always have to carry you. You constantly wanted me to wonder where we are going to be five years down the road. Whether I want to jump out my window or sit back and see what else is in store for us."

"What is your point Fredward?" she said, getting a bit annoyed. Freddie chuckled.

"In light of all that, Sam, you have been nothing but amazing to me. I have always expected you to just leave one of these years telling me that you would rather live in Seattle than be with me in Massachusetts." She gave a look of disbelief. "But you didn't. And for that I love you more than I ever did. And I thought we should start from the beginning. Here, in this fire escape, was the first time I said I love you to you."

"As I recall it, you said that you hated me," Sam said.

"And you believed me? You thought that I hated you?" he asked her. She shook her head.

"What happened that night just confirmed my feelings for you. That I love you just like I do right now, pretending that I didn't just hear all that negative stuff about me," she said.

"But that's what makes me love you more and more," he said, "Your flaws keep me loving you everyday, just like I hope mine do for you."

"You know they do." He smiled as he bent down.

"I'm not good with this romantic stuff and I know that you would rather I buy you a ham with the words 'will you marry me' written on it," he pulled out a tiny velvet box, "But in light of traditions, like my dad proposed to my mom, I wanted to do this right." He began opening it. "Will you-"

"I am going to stop you right there," Sam interrupted him, "The fact that you thought I would rather like this romantic crap than to have you buy me a ham that said 'will you marry me,' is so…" she sighed, then gave a laugh, "freaking cute Benson. And I honestly have to say, I never saw you being this romantic with me. But in all honesty," she smiled at him, "I think I can get used to it." She bent down towards him and kissed him gently, then slowly making it more sensual and dominating.

"Sam?" Freddie whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you now?" he said.

"Oh yeah," she giggled playfully, standing up like she was while Freddie was still on bended knee.

"Sam Puckett, will you marry me?" Freddie said. Sam shrugged.

"Do you really think that I am going to be the best that has ever happened to you?"

"You are." He said, reassuring her.

"Then once I put this ring on, you're mine til death do us part or I kill you due to lack of ham. One way or another."

"I am aware of the consequences and the result of those chances and I still want to marry you."

"Then," she extended her hand to let Freddie slide on the ring, "I do."

He rose up and kissed Sam eagerly, as she jumped up and down like a child. He smiled and jumped over into the apartment complex, extending his hand out in a gentlemanly fashion, and Sam took it gracefully. When she crossed the threshold into the window she ran down towards the Shay's apartment yelling to everyone, "MAMA'S GETTING MARRIED!" He could hear from all the way by the fire escape the cheering and congratulations they were giving her, and once he arrived, everyone was applauding him and giving him pats on the back while Sam waited by the desktop, her hands behind her back, her cheeks flaming in embarrassment.

"Why are you so red?" he said, grabbing her hand to show off the ring. Sam playfully swatted his arms as she let out a delicious giggle, making Freddie's ears turn red. Now he understood why she was embarrassed, seeing everyone whoop and clap happily.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Everyone clamored, pressuring the newly engaged couple to bring their faces together to show off an intimate moment. She brought her hands up to his shoulders as he placed his firmly on her waist and brought her body close. They closed their eyes in delight, and shared their first kiss in front of everyone. Sam tried breaking away from further embarrassment, but Freddie pulled her closer, making her bring her arms around his upper body, and twirled her around like a doll.

"Who wants cake?" Carly said, breaking the adorableness between her two best friends, to which Sam and Freddie didn't mind. This was her daughter's party after all. Everyone started shuffling towards the kitchen to see Susie Q blow out her two candles, while Freddie and Sam looked from where they were standing. After singing happy birthday and blowing the candles out, Carly and Griffin passed out the cake, handing one piece to everyone. Sam began eating it as soon as she was given her piece and Freddie laughed.

"What's so funny Benson?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing," he said, playing with the cake before taking a bite "Just wondering…"

"About what?"

"…If our kid will have my eating habits or yours," he said. She finished the last bit of her cake and stuck her fork into his.

"Maybe yours, maybe mine. Maybe one will have mine and the other that come along will have yours," she smiled as she wiped some frosting from the fork onto Freddie's nose, "Who knows?"

"I know I wanna get started as soon as possible," he whispered to her.

"You don't have to tell mama twice Benson," she countered, her mischievous look on her face that he loved so much. They both knew what they were doing that night.

A/N: Well here is the epilogue, ending it on a very sweet note, just because I am in a very lovey dovey mood. Hope you guys loved the story and until next time. :)