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 my favourite so I hope you all enjoy it ^.^
iHave Everything: Chapter 05 - Happy Holiday:
"Sam. Saaaaamm. Sa-am!"
Sam was vaguely aware of the mattress moving as someone knelt over her, their lips less than a centimetre from her ear. "Wake up Sammie."
She groaned and rolled over, knocking the person off balance as the blankets moved with her. Her wake-up call toppled to the floor, landing with a loud curse word. Sam smiled smugly and pulled her pillow around her head, clamping it over her ears.
Grumbling under his breath Freddie stood up, rubbing his elbow and walked to the bottom of the bed. He took a firm hold of the sheets in both hands and yanked them from his fiancée before she could react. She instantly twisted onto her back and sat bolt upright, glaring icily at him.
"I will kill you." She hissed fiercely.
"Oh yeah, well you'll have to catch me first." He grinned at her and sprinted from the room, taking the blankets with him.
Sam growled and sprang from the bed, catching up to him in seconds and throwing her arms around his neck to jump onto his back. He dropped the pile of blankets and crouched to his knees to steady himself. Sam remained behind him, moving her arms to catch him in a headlock.
"You have one minute to convince me to let you live."
"It's Christmas day, which means turkey later."
"Later, so why wake me now?" she asked slowly, her grip loosening a little.
"So," he pulled her arm down from his neck, holding it across his chest and lightly stroking her skin. "I thought you'd like to come and open your presents. Everyone else is already downstairs. Aimee woke Carly and Joel up 90 minutes ago and Beck and Jade are here. Ava had them up at four AM."
"Poor kids," Sam shuddered. "This one will not be doing that." She patted her stomach and Freddie's expression turned goofy. "Hey baby," he cooed, placing a hand over Sam's on her tummy. Sam rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek, pushing him away so she could stand.
"Merry Christmas Freddie," she smiled, lacing her fingers through his and pulling him down the stairs, the blankets forgotten behind them.
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"Morning, Sam!" Carly greeted cheerfully when they entered the living room two minutes later.
"Morning Cupcake," Sam grinned, taking a seat beside Carly on the sofa and leaning against her side.
"Auntie Sam!" Aimee beamed, scrambling into the blonde's lap, "Look what Mummy and Daddy bought me," she held up a large mint-green teddy bear with bright blue eyes and a thick, A5 book bound with baby pink leather, the pages edged with silver. The front cover had an oval embossed in jade green at the centre, the curved words inside reading 'Fairy Tales'. Sam took the book and opened the cover to reveal a message that read 'a book of Princess stories for our little Princess, love Mummy and Daddy xxxx'
"Aww, they're lovely Aims," she smiled, kissing Aimee's temple and lifting the little girl into her mother's lap so she could take the boxes Freddie was handing her. He took a seat beside her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against his chest.
"Ooh, open mine first," Carly sang, poking Sam's shoulder.
Sam laughed, swatting her away and picking up a parcel wrapped in metallic pink paper covered in white glitter snowmen with flocked lilac scarves. She tore the paper off to reveal two smaller packages inside. She tore the paper from the smallest and gasped when she saw the white gold necklace and earrings set with deep red rubies.
"They're beautiful Carls, thank you," she smiled. Carly waved a hand dismissively and Sam turned her attention to the second package which she opened to reveal a loose navy top, a pair of maternity pants and a small babygrow that featured a monkey with a halo. "Oh," Sam murmured, her eyes watering. Carly grinned and nodded, clearly pleased with herself. Freddie chuckled and kissed Sam's cheek.
Aimee began giggling and the couple followed her eyes to Cat who was smirking at them, holding a long stick with a sprig of mistletoe dangling from the end over their heads. Sam laughed again; wiping her eyes and turning to take Freddie's head in her hands, planting her lips squarely on his. Beck and Joel whistled loudly and everyone, even Mrs Benson, applauded cheerfully.
The morning passed by in a blur of wrapping paper and bows until the only present left was to Freddie from the Olivers. As he picked the bag up, Carly gravitated towards Jade, taking an almost protective stance in front of her. Jade turned to her red-headed best friend, "Cat, why don't you take Ava and Aimee into the kitchen and make them some hot chocolate?" she suggested.
"Yay!" Cat bubbled, scooping Ava up from Beck's lap and taking Aimee's hand, skipping from the room. Sam raised an eyebrow.
Freddie carefully pulled the tissue paper from the gift bag, his mouth twitching into a smile when Sam cleared her throat impatiently. He saw what was in the bag and turned bright red, promptly dropping the gift.
"What is it?" Sam questioned, snatching the present before Freddie could stop her. She tipped the bag upside down and froze, her wide eyes fixed on the content of the bag. She gingerly reached out and picked up one of the two scraps of royal blue silk and lace, holding it between her thumb and forefinger.
"I hope you don't expect Freddie to wear this," she joked weakly, her eyes going straight to Jade who winked at her, still hiding behind Carly.
"Well," Sam recovered, grinning impishly and leaning over, resting her chin on Freddie's shoulder to brush her lips against his ear, "I guess I'll have to try these on as soon as everyone goes home." She purred.
"I don't suppose you guys would all just leave right now?" Freddie asked hopefully. Mrs Benson's strangled squeak was drowned out by the other's laughter as Sam placed the lingerie back in the gift bag and climbed onto Freddie's lap. She wound her arms around his neck and met his lips for a searing kiss.
Beck whooped loudly as Carly and Jade high-fived, although the sweeter brunette's cheeks were flaming. Spencer reached out to cover Gibby and Tasha's eyes and fell off the couch. Sam laughed and stood up, holding an arm out towards Carly,
"Come on kid, we've gotta go get changed so we can start preparing tonight's feast."
"Roger," Carly bounced over and slid an arm around Sam's shoulders as the blonde wrapped an arm around her waist.
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"I freaking love Christmas," Sam exclaimed sleepily, "Soo much food." She was seated at the large dining table, between Jade and Freddie and decked with two paper party hats and a plastic moustache which she had won from a cracker.
"You're the best Sam," Carly laughed cheerfully, leaning across Freddie to squeeze Sam's shoulder.
"Isn't she?" Freddie asked with a dreamy smile directed at his fiancée.
"Ew, stop picturing her in that lingerie, the kids are here." Carly admonished.
"I wasn't," Freddie protested feebly, prompting more laughter from everyone except Cat who was busy giggling over the cracker jokes with Aimee and Ava.
"So full," Sam slurred, resting her head on Jade's shoulder.
"Want to go sleep it off in bed?" Freddie asked.
"Mmhmm,"
"'Kay," Freddie stood and tucked one arm under her knees, the other around her back and lifted her up. She draped her arms over his shoulders and closed her eyes, already asleep.
Freddie carried her out of the room and up to their bedroom, laying her on their bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress and just stared at her, unable to tear his eyes away. He was engaged to the woman he loved and they had an amazing house, great careers that they enjoyed immensely and now they had a child on the way. If you'd asked him when he was younger how he pictured his life progressing he certainly wouldn't have predicted this, but he wouldn't change a thing for the world. His daydreaming was interrupted a few minutes later by a soft knock on the door.
"Freddie?" Carly opened the door a crack and poked her head into the room.
"Hey," he blinked, motioning her over.
"You love watching her sleep, don't you?" she asked, leaning in the doorframe.
"She's just so beautiful."
"She is."
"Wait, how do you know I l-"
"I've seen the photo album, with all the pictures of her sleeping."
"You have?"
"Yeah, Sam showed it to me once."
"Sam knows about it?"
"Um yeah," Carly scrunched her nose up in confusion.
"Heh, and I'm still alive."
"Don't tell her I told you this, but she thinks it's sweet."
"Really?" he asked as a goofy smile spread across his face.
"Yeah; you probably shouldn't bring it up though. Ever."
"Hm," Freddie chuckled and leant over to place a soft, lingering kiss on Sam's forehead before walking over to Carly. He stopped and turned around, picking his camera up from his nightstand and snapping a photo of the blonde, one corner of his lips quirked up in a fond smile. He returned the camera to its spot next to the lamp and followed Carly from the room, slinging an arm around her waist.
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"Hey people," Sam yawned, blinking sleep from her eyes as she entered the living room.
"Oh Sam, your dress is all creased." Carly complained, eyeing the wrinkled forest green velvet with dismay. Sam shrugged dismissively and folded herself into Freddie's side, resting her head on his shoulder and pulling his arm around herself. She yawned again.
"It's too pretty to ruin." Carly pouted. The dress was strapless with a ruffled skirt that stopped just above Sam's knees and featured a thin white satin bow around the waist. She also had a white ribbon tied around her head like an Alice-band. She smoothed the skirt down and shrugged once more.
"It's not like I'll be wearing it again until next year anyway."
Carly rolled her eyes and dropped the matter, knowing she wouldn't win anyway. Sam smirked and nestled further into Freddie's side.
"This is the best Christmas ever," He said with a lazy smile, twirling a strand of her hair around his index finger absently.
"Yeah," she replied softly, "it is."
The quiet atmosphere was broken five minutes later when Ava toddled into the room at top speed. "Mummy!" she called and Jade looked up from where she was lying on her stomach in front of the Christmas tree, helping Aimee with a 3D jigsaw.
"What's the matter Baby?"
"Daddy, Uncle Gibby, Joel and Spency are singing."
"Oh God," Jade looked mildly horrified as she stood up and headed down the hall to the Benson's movie room. She was back a moment later, dragging a childishly protesting Beck and Gibby by their ears, a sheepish Spencer and Joel trailing behind her, their heads hung in shame.
"In front of the kids, really?" Carly asked, handing Daniel to Tasha so she could stand up with her hands on her hips.
"He started it!" Joel exclaimed, pointing at Gibby with wide eyes.
"Well, he doesn't have an impressionable daughter who looks up to him." Carly scolded, tapping her foot.
"Uh oh," Joel murmured, edging behind Spencer and shuffling his feet. The taller man attempted to look stern and pointed a finger at his little sister. "I am a responsult adible. Stop trying to change me." He whined. Carly sighed mournfully and shook her head.
"It's pretty late anyway, why don't we all go to bed?" she suggested.
"Oh, but Mu-"
"You can finish your puzzle tomorrow Honey, no one will touch it."
"Will you help me again?" Aimee asked Jade, tugging on her sleeve.
"Sure Sweetheart, see you tomorrow. G'night everyone. Beck, come along." She scooped Ava up and swept out of the room without a backwards glance. Beck mumbled something under his breath and hurried after her.
Carly turned back to Joel who flinched under her disapproving gaze and scurried from the room without a word. Carly rolled her eyes again and lifted Daniel up, taking Aimee's hand and heading after her husband, throwing a 'See you people,' over her shoulder.
Sam burst into laughter and buried her head in the crook of Freddie's neck, her hand curling into the fabric covering his chest.
"Freddie."
"Yeah?" he looked up at the sound of his mother's voice.
"If you ever get drunk around your child before they turn twelve, I'll castrate you."
"I won't stop her." Sam added, her words muffled by his shirt.
"Thanks for the support," he muttered sourly.
"I'll not have you corrupting our sprog, now I'm tired, carry me to bed."
"Why should I? You have feet use them." He retorted sulkily.
"Do I need to give you an attitude adjustment?"
"You wouldn't hurt me."
"Wouldn't I?"
"No, you love me."
"Don't you love me too?"
"Of course I do."
"Then carry me."
"Ha, she's got you." Spencer crowed, earning a glare from Freddie.
"Fine!" the younger male threw his arms up in the air, nearly knocking Sam from the couch before he stood up and abruptly grabbed her, yanking her up into his arms.
"Easy Hercules, let's not put the mother of your child through the ceiling."
"Sorry," he mumbled, pecking her lips.
"I'm sure you can make it up to me," she whispered, her lips lightly brushing his ear.
"Well, night people," he chirped, suddenly eager to get her alone.
Sam's giggling lasted all the way up the stairs, until their bedroom door slammed shut and her mouth had better things to do.
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One month until Christmas people!