Disclaimer: Please see prologue.
Summary: Sequel to iLove the Dark. How have Sam and Freddie's lives progressed since they got together?
This chapter is dedicated to pariswriter07 for her great reviews and enthusiasm. She is awesome!
iHave Everything: Chapter 03 - Daddy:
As soon as the gang had finished lunch, the kitchen was cleared and preparation for the party began.
Carly, Sam and Mrs Benson made a start on organising the food while the others began decorating the living room, dining room and hall.
It took three hours to transform the house into a Christmas paradise and get everyone dressed up and there were barely minutes to spare before the guests started arriving.
The iCarly trio had invited a fair number of actors, actresses and musicians that they had worked with and befriended. Many of them had their own children and pretty soon the house was full of high pitched laughter and abandoned toys.
The last to arrive were the Olivers, who lived next-door. Sam had become great friends with Jade Oliver née West after inviting her and her friends to sing a song for iCarly's final show. iCarly was something they only did now in their spare time or on special occasions. Sam and Jade had released a platinum selling album together a few years before and were going on tour in a months' time.
Jade entered the Benson's house dragging a bubbly redheaded girl by the wrist and with her three year old daughter Ava nestled on her hip. Beck Oliver entered after the three and clapped Freddie's shoulder, hugging him briefly.
The redhead threw her arms around Sam and hugged her tightly, swaying from side to side, then did the same to Freddie. "Jade Jade Jade!" she babbled as she released him to shake his head dizzily and catch his breath.
Jade sighed and handed her daughter over to Beck. "What is it Cat?" she asked, not waiting for an answer as she made a beeline for the kitchen. Cat followed eagerly, swinging her arms wildly as she skipped. "It's going to snow on Christmas Day!"
"I'm sure it is Cat," she rolled her eyes and smiled at Sam. "Why don't you go and play with the children?" Jade suggested saccharinely. "Oh, I love kids," Cat cheered and raced into the living room.
"She never changes," Sam laughed. Jade snorted, accepting a glass of wine from Carly with a thankful smile.
Eventually Freddie and Beck appeared in the kitchen to take over the serving and the women left to herd the guests into the dining room.
The meal went smoothly, Sam in her element with so much food on the table and Cat and Gibby pulling faces for the giggling children who were set up at a smaller table beside the one the adults sat at.
"Freddie and I'll clear the dishes away." Spencer announced loudly, picking up his plate and hurrying into the kitchen. Freddie picked up his own and Sam's dishes with a puzzled frown and followed his strange friend through the swinging door into the next room.
"Soooooo?" Spencer asked, placing the plate on the counter.
"Soooooo, what?" Freddie asked.
"You look like you're going to be sick, what's getting to you?"
"Oh." Freddie leant heavily against the unit. "Well, I don't know if we're telling people yet so you can't say anything, but... Sam's pregnant."
"Wow, congratu- wait, why would that worry you? It is yours, right?"
"Of course it is!" Freddie spat, scowling at Spencer who shrugged sheepishly.
"So, why are you worried?"
"Because I'm useless with kids. I... I'm scared. A child is a huge responsibility."
"You'll be a great father Freddie, you're one of the kindest people I know."
"What if I'm not?" Freddie's voice cracked and he ran his hands back through his hair in frustration. "All my little cousins hate me."
"That's not true."
"It is and you know it, the last time I saw my family Sophia tried to stuff her Barbie's leg in my ear."
"I'm sure she was just messing around,"
"She called Sam pretty and gave her a flower."
"Okay, so Sophia's not that fond of you, may-"
"Brendan threw up on me, Josh hit me in the head with his football, Millie bit me."
"Freddie! It won't be like that with your own children; they'll love you."
"They'll love Sam."
"Don't cry Uncle Freddie," a tiny voice chirped next to him and Freddie looked down to see Aimee staring up at him with the end of one of her pigtails in her mouth, Ava's hand clutched in hers.
"Hey, what're you two doing in here?" Freddie smiled, bending down to pick the younger girl up and coaxing the hair from between Aimee's stubbornly clenched teeth.
"Avy wanted cherryade. Auntie Sam said there was some in here and you'd pour it for her." The elder girl explained, stepping onto Spencer's feet. He picked her up, kissing the side of her head.
"Ah, well let's see." Freddie opened the fridge, pulling a bottle of bright red pop out and fetching a beaker that had once been Aimee's down from the cupboard for her. He poured it in and secured the top, placing the bottle away before he handed the beaker to Ava, gently prodding her nose, "there you go, be careful, you don't want to spoil your pretty dress." he smiled. She giggled and he looked up to see Spencer watching him with an amused smirk. "What?"
"No good with children my posterior," Spencer scoffed. Freddie blushed and shuffled his feet.
"You'll do fine kid." Spencer reassured him, letting his niece down.
"Thanks," Freddie laughed quietly and followed Aimee back into the dining room, placing Ava in her mother's lap.
"Thanks, she's been nagging for that since we got here." Jade smiled.
"No problem," Freddie gathered up more dishes and returned to the kitchen.
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The guests gradually trickled home until only Sam, Freddie, Carly, Joel, Aimee, Daniel, Mrs Benson, Spencer, Gibby, Tasha, Beck, Jade, Cat and Ava were left.
Cat, Aimee and Ava were curled up together in an armchair in the corner of the lounge, all three fast asleep. Sam was folded in the corner of the couch, flicking idly through radio stations with the remote in her hand. Jade was lying across one side of the couch with her back against Sam's side, her feet in Beck's lap. She was browsing the web on Freddie's laptop, occasionally poking Sam to look at something. Freddie was next to Sam, Carly beside him. The two brunettes were sorting through the nights' photos on Carly's laptop, deciding which ones to post on the iCarly site. Mrs Benson had retired to bed and Joel - with Daniel asleep in his arms - was slouched on the end of the sofa next to his wife. He was talking with Spencer who was splayed out in an armchair beside the one Cat resided in.
Jade yawned and shifted sleepily, closing Freddie's laptop and placing it on the floor. "Time to go home?" Beck yawned.
"Mmhm," Jade stretched and wandered across the room to wake Cat up. The redhead stood, Ava cradled against her chest. Aimee awoke and looked around in confusion.
"Bed time Sweetie," Carly cooed, standing and picking Aimee up. She disappeared upstairs, followed by Joel with Daniel as Jade leaned heavily against Beck, clearly more asleep than awake. He smiled fondly and lifted her up. She protested half-heartedly, trying to swat at his shoulder and missing completely. Sam laughed and pulled Freddie to his feet to see their neighbours out. They promised to meet again tomorrow, waved goodbye and Sam shut the door.
Freddie reached out and linked his fingers through Sam's, leading her back into the living room, "We're going to turn in." He informed Spencer, Gibby and Tasha.
They got a chorus of goodnights and he towed her up to their bedroom. They stopped to say goodnight to Carly and Joel, who were themselves on their way down to say goodnight to the others.
...
"So tired," Sam groaned, perching on the edge of their bed.
Freddie flicked the light off and sat beside her, wrapping his arms around her middle and tugging her into his chest.
"What are you after?"
"I just wanted you to know how much I love you."
"That's sweet,"
"It's true,"
"I know Freddie, I love you too." She turned her head and trailed kisses along his cheek until she found his lips. He slid back into the centre of the bed, pulling her with him and fumbling with the buttons at the back of her dress. She pushed him away gently.
"Freddie, your mother's in the next room -" he gave a disappointed sigh, "and also, sometimes I wonder if I should be insulted that you find me most irresistible when it's dark. Do you think I'm ugly or something?" Her voice cracked vulnerably.
"Sam, you know I think you're beautiful, you've always been beautiful; it just took me a few years to see it because I was too scared to notice."
"I know, I was teasing you," she laughed softly and drew his mouth back to hers.
"You're a demon," he mumbled sulkily against her lips. Sam fell into peals of laughter, winding her arms around his neck.
"You love me," she reminded him smugly.
"Yeah yeah, heaven only knows why," he grumbled.
Sam grinned and kissed him once then rolled onto her stomach, "Undo me." She commanded, crossing her arms and resting her head atop them, gazing steadily at him. He smiled and switched his bedside lamp on, soft yellow light flooding over them. He sat staring at Sam for a moment or two, looking lost in thought.
"Don't move okay," he ordered, stretching across the bed and reaching to retrieve his camera from the draw of his bedside cabinet. Sam remained obediently still whilst he adjusted the settings and smiled serenely into the lens when he aimed it at her. Ten snapshots and several angles later Freddie leant back against the headboard to scroll through the images.
"We have your next album cover," he informed her with an accomplished smile. "Yay," Sam stated blandly, resting her chin on his knee. "Are you going to get me out of this dress or not?"
"My pleasure," Freddie crooned, sliding towards her. She snorted and planted her hand over his face, pushing him away. "Hey! That's not nice!" his reprimand came out muffled against her hand and she pressed his nose with a finger, smiling thinly at him as if he was a particularly tiring toddler. He scowled but kissed her palm and she shifted onto his lap, curling her arms once more around his neck. He eagerly joined their lips and this time made short work of the buttons on her dress, lifting the garment over her head and flinging it... somewhere, he wasn't really paying attention to anything other than Sam and the feel of her skin against his hands.
He pulled his shirt over his head and discarded it, trailing kisses down Sam's neck and along her collar bone to her shoulder. She shifted from his lap to sit beside him, reaching for the zip of his trousers. "Just keep it down okay," she whispered into his neck, gesturing vaguely to the wall their bedroom shared with the guest room Marissa was sleeping in. Freddie nodded and pulled the covers up over their heads. Sam giggled.
AN: I think this chapter was a little too wordy in places but I couldn't find a way to make the descriptions shorter so I hope you all just didn't notice... but now I've drawn your attention to it... pretend you haven't read this :)