Disclaimer: Please see prologue.

Summary: Sequel to iLove the Dark. How have Sam and Freddie's lives progressed since they got together?

iHave Everything: Chapter 02 - Rattled:

"Sam," fingers curled around Sam's shoulder and someone shook her gently.

"Sammie, wake up." Sam reluctantly opened her eyes and glared up at Freddie who was leaning over her.

Unfazed by her harsh expression Freddie smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, guiding her head into his lap. "Good morning."

"Mm, what time is it?" Sam asked, rubbing her eyes and stretching her arms over her head.

"Half ten, everyone's already left." Freddie replied distractedly, his gaze locked on the strip of skin that appeared as her top rose with her arms. He shifted onto his side, fiddling with the edge of her waistband as she moved to lie beside him.

"How do you always manage to look adorable when you've just woken up?" he wondered, tracing a circle around her belly button.

"Go make me breakfast."

"Okay," Freddie made no attempt to get up, snaking his arm around her torso and joining their lips. Sam rolled on top of him and sat up, straddling his hips.

"Breakfast first." She insisted.

"I know," Freddie nodded, hands skimming across her knees. She rolled her eyes and leant down to kiss him.

Freddie rolled them over, arms propped on either side of her head and Sam pushed him away with an amused huff. "Food first tiger," She repeated. "Feed me." She added in a creepy voice.

Freddie laughed and headed downstairs, whistling cheerfully.

Sam appeared in the kitchen soon after, dressed in dark blue jeans and one of Freddie's old Galaxy Wars t-shirts with a knot tied at her hip to make it less baggy. Her loose curls bounced around her shoulders as she hopped onto a stool at the breakfast bar.

"Hey beautiful," Freddie smiled contentedly. Sam did not smile back.

Freddie tipped the pancakes onto plates and turned the heat off, giving her his full attention.

"What's the matter?" he enquired coaxingly.

"Nothing," she responded awkwardly, staring at the countertop and picking at the silver chain of her bracelet. "I... you know I love you,"

Freddie stood on the opposite side of the breakfast bar and took her hands in his. "You know I love you too, right?" an edge of panic crept into his voice.

"I know."

"So?" he swallowed nervously.

"I... we, uh, we're" Sam huffed, blowing her hair from her eyes and looking skywards. She bit her lip and looked back at Freddie, meeting his eyes dead on, "We'regoingtohaveababy," she blurted, and then sat watching Freddie, anxiously holding her breath for his reaction. He stared at her incomprehensibly, his jaw slack.

"Freddie?" she prompted after a few minutes had passed.

"What?" he mumbled.

"I'm pregnant."

"Oh," Freddie released her hands and stood up straight, gripping the counter top for support.

"Please say something," Sam pleaded.

"We're going to have to cancel your tour next month."

"I can still sing, I just won't be able to dance as much and we'll have to alter the outfits a little; or I might be lucky. My mum was practically in labour before she started showing."

"You are not giving birth on a tour bus or any other vehicle; I don't care if you and Melanie turned out fine!"

"Well okay then," Sam shrugged dismissively and jumped off her stool.

"Our breakfast is getting cold," he informed her lamely as she approached him with swinging hips and a hundred watt grin.

"Oh wel-" She was cut off by her fiancé pressing his lips to hers possessively.

"Carly'll be back any minute," she breathed, hands fisting into the front of his shirt.

"Oh wel-" Sam cut him off with a wicked smile.

The doorbell chimed less than a minute later.

Sam sprang away, dancing from the room and threw the front door open. Freddie heard it thump against the wall and then Sam was enthusing about how pretty Aimee was and he could hear Carly's laughter. The two women entered the kitchen, Carly holding her daughter's hand and Sam with baby Daniel on her hip. Spencer and Joel were the last to enter, chatting animatedly.

Sam cooed at the baby boy in her arms as she bounced him gently, her hair falling around him. He giggled ecstatically and reached for the strands, flexing his fingers in a grabbing gesture. Sam hefted him a little higher and he twined his hands into her curls, babbling adoringly at her.

Freddie observed the two with an odd feeling in his stomach. Carly released Aimee's hand and moved to Freddie's side, bumping his hip with hers. "Everything okay?" she whispered, laying a hand over his shoulder and resting her chin on her fingers.

"Yeah, it's all good." He smiled stupidly.

"Okay." Carly replied amusedly, quirking an eyebrow. He just kept smiling so she shrugged her shoulders and pecked his cheek then held her arms out for her son. Sam passed him over with a kiss to the top of his head, his tiny fingers sliding through her hair. She leant against the counter, her eyes, shining softly, still fixed on Daniel. Freddie walked over and stationed himself in front of her, purposefully gripping the counter on either side of her.

"Joel and I are going to set the kids up upstairs." Carly announced loudly as her husband scooped up their daughter and they hurried out of the kitchen.

Sam and Freddie were silent for a moment or two, just staring into each other's eyes; and then Freddie moved forward and folded Sam into a protective embrace.

"I love you." He promised. Sam pressed her face into his shoulder and wound her arms tightly around his middle. "I know." Her voice cracked a little; "I love you too. I'll always love you."

"'Til death do us part," Freddie laughed wryly.

Sam tiptoed to kiss him and Freddie boosted her onto the counter top and proceeded to run his tongue along the shell of her ear. Sam emitted a soft giggle and wrapped her legs loosely around his waist. Freddie nipped down the column of her neck, stopping when he reached her collarbone. He sucked lightly on the spot, careful not to leave a mark, then trailed butterfly kisses to her other ear and bit gently on the lobe. Sam tangled a hand into his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers, initiating a scorching kiss. Freddie lifted Sam from the counter, arms curling around her supportively, their lips never parting as he walked into the living room and dropped onto the sofa. She remained in his lap, arms wrapping around his neck whilst he fumbled to undo her shirt.

"Guys!" Carly screeched, clapping her hands over her eyes.

"Sorry, forgot we had company," Freddie shrugged unapologetically. Sam huffed in mock annoyance and stood up, smoothing her hair down. Carly pointedly ignored the cushion Freddie pulled over his lap.

"Tasha just texted me to say that she and Gibby will be back in about ten minutes." She informed Sam. "And Mrs Benson should be back soon too."

"I'm going to start the lunch." The blonde replied, sweeping out of the room. Carly turned on her heel and followed her. Freddie closed his eyes and let his head fall limply onto the sofa back, breathing deeply and trying to clear his head.

It was going to be a long day.

AN: ...and that's chapter two, hope you enjoyed, review and let me know ^.^