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 07 - Engage:

1 Month Later:

Freddie sat down heavily on a chair in the Benson kitchen and rubbed the bridge of his nose, willing away the throbbing behind his eyes.

"Sam," he sighed tiredly; he was ignored by the blonde and the redhead she was murmuring to.

Cat was seated at their breakfast bar with tears running down her cheeks as Sam rubbed her back comfortingly.

"It's okay sweetie, Marissa's a bitch who doesn't know anything."

"Hey, that's my mother you're insulting." Freddie spoke automatically.

"Shut up Freddie." Sam spat, moving to Cat's other side so she could turn her back on him.

Cat looked down at her lap, bravely attempting to blink away her tears and Freddie's headache returned full-force in the heavy silence.

Minutes later, although it felt like hours to the three, the door opened and Robbie entered the room.

"Robbie!" Cat squeaked and flew off the stool, barrelling into his arms.

"I've got you," he whispered, pressing his lips against the side of her head and wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders, rocking her comfortingly.

"Will you stay with her until Jade and Beck get home?" Sam asked.

"Of course," Robbie nodded and hooked an arm under Cat's knees, lifting her up.

"Thanks," Sam followed him to the front door and watched him to the end of the garden before closing the door.

Stepping back she bumped into Freddie, whom she hadn't realised was standing right behind her.

She growled and pushed past him, stopping at the bottom of the staircase to face him.

"If I'm needed, I'll be upstairs, video-chatting with Carly." she informed him cooly before stomping up the steps as angrily as she could being nearly seven months pregnant.

Freddie contemplated following her but eventually decided she could use some time to cool off and retreated to the living room, flicking the TV on.

"I hate everyone!" Sam snapped the second Carly accepted her chat request.

"What happened? Hi, by the way."

"Hey, I miss you; Freddie's mother is the world's biggest-"

"I miss you too, what did she do this time?"

"You know that atrocious diet she's had me on?"

"Uh-huh"

"Well it sucked, so I was ignoring it. Marissa walked in when Cat and I were eating lunch and blew up at us. She accused me of not caring about my child and said I was unfit to be a mother so I asked her what she knew about it – I mean, I will never know how Freddie came out as normal as he did – and then she told me I wasn't good enough for Freddie and that she wished he'd never met me and that she hated the fact I was going to be the mother of her grandchild and if it was up to her Freddie would be raising the child on his own and I'd be out of his life for good."

"Wow,"

"Yeah, and then when Cat tried to defend me the whackjob turned on her and called her stupid so I slapped her, just as Freddie walked in."

"What happened then?"

"She said she never wanted to see me again and stormed out of the house; left all her stuff here and went home."

"Wow."

"Yeah," Sam drew in a shaky breath and dropped her head into her hands. Both women were silent as Sam's eyes welled up.

"Sam," Carly flinched as the blonde burst into loud sobs.

"Sam, don't cry, it'll work out."

"How can it? She despises me. She's never liked me and now she loathes me. My Fiancé's mother hates me!"

"Breathe, Sam, breathe okay?"

"I am breathing." She snapped and Carly blinked.

"Sorry," Sam sighed. "I'm breathing. I'm gonna go talk to Freddie. If I don't text you later, we've probably killed each other."

"Right," Carly chuckled. "Good luck,"

"Thanks," Sam summoned a smile and then exited the chat, turning her laptop off.

She dragged her feet, postponing her arrival in the living room for as long as possible.

"Hey," she greeted quietly, waving at Freddie. He looked up and just stared at her. She rubbed one of her arms uncomfortably, shuffling her feet. Freddie switched the TV off and stood up, walking to meet her in the middle of the room.

"So what was that all about?"

"Your mother irritates me sometimes."

"She left Sam, left sans her belongings. What happened before I got home? Why did you slap her?"

"She called Cat stupid."

"Okay; I don't like you physically abusing my mum, but I'll let it slide this once. Why doesn't she want to see you ever again?"

"Because... I don't know, because she's a crazy piece of work!"

"Meaning?"

"Meaning; I don't know, she's crazy!" Sam repeated, the pitch and volume of her voice rising as she grew more enraged.

"Why can't you two ever just get along?" Freddie demanded, annoyed by her waspishness.

"She hates me."

"You're not exactly sweetness and light towards her." He pointed out, crossing his arms.

"She's not innocent you know, she starts as many of our fights as I do. She just wants me to disappear."

"She only wants me to be happy!"

"And I don't make you happy?" She asked dangerously.

"She still sees us as the 'frenemies'," he formed quotation marks with his fingers. "and you as the vicious girl who enjoyed beating me up."

"Is that how you see us?" She asked, voice devoid of all emotion, her eyes going blank. Freddie missed the warning.

"You could lay off occasionally, you are supposed to love me."

"Am I?"

"Well, that's the idea when you get married."

"Right, well then I guess you better take this back," she pulled her engagement ring off and threw it at him as hard as she could. It hit him squarely between the eyes.

She didn't wait to see his reaction but raced out of the house, thanking whatever deity was listening that her keys and cell phone were in her pocket as she climbed into her people carrier and revved the engine.

By the time Freddie recovered from his shock and was able to pursue her, she was out of sight.