So here's the next chapter – Thanks a lot for your reviews. They were great I mean it.

Disclaimer – I'm too tired to put some sarcastic comment in here so, No I don't own iCarly.

Freddie's just watched the blond for a moment her eyes were locked on his but she finally turned away.

"I'm serious." She said looking down at her fingernails.

"You want to abort the baby?" He said waiting for her to look his way again.

"You want to get rid of it, to…to kill it." Sam winced when she heard the word 'kill'.

"It's not like that it..." She couldn't think of what it really was if Freddie wasn't right.

"It's what?" He said. His voice was firmer now. She didn't answer him because she didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to justify her decision, but she knew it was what she wanted – wasn't it?

"Go on if it's not killing Sam, what is it?" She could hear the anger in his voice now. His question was ringing through her ears over and over again. She knew he was right, but she didn't want to admit it. Why couldn't he just understand it was the right thing for her to do? It was what she wanted; he couldn't really expect her to go through with everything. That would mean having to carry a baby for nine whole months with all the little extras, the cravings and morning sickness. Well, they would be little extras to woman who wanted to have children to women who were old enough to have children. But to Sam they were huge, huge extras. She didn't want a child and she wasn't old enough to have a child. So where did that leave her?

All these thoughts ran through her mind at once, until she heard Freddie shout her name. Being pulled back into reality she quickly turned to where he was sitting beside her only to find the space next to her empty. Her eyes scanned the room and she saw Freddie in front of her an irritated look on his face.

"Sam answer my question! Are you even listening to me?" He yelled.

"Freddie jus-"

"So you heard me then. Well now you can answer me Sam. If getting abortion isn't kill-"

"Stop it. Stop saying that. Just stop it." She said her voice shaky.

She could feel the tears welling up again, even though she desperately didn't want to cry. She closed her eyes tight trying to blink the tears back. She felt a hand on her cheek and she opened her eyes to see Freddie's face. This time it was soft and apologetic, but she didn't care she grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her getting up. She was halfway across the room when a wave of nausea hit her. Immediately her hand clamped her mouth shut and she ran to the bathroom bending over the toilet. She threw up emptying what felt like the entire contents of her stomach. She tried to hold her hair back failing miserably but, she felt a pair of hands pull her hair out of her face. She shut her eyes tightly trying to forget the burning in her throat. It was no use the burning sensation didn't go away no matter how much she tried to forget about it. She gripped the side of the toilet trying to stay upright. Finally the sickness stopped. She slowly stood up and flushed the toilet. She trudged to the sink and reached for her toothbrush ignoring Freddie's words and shrugging his hand off her shoulder. She brushed her teeth for at least 4 minutes but she still couldn't get rid of the vile taste that was in her mouth. She rinsed her brush and put it away.

She walked towards Freddie and stood in front of him. She saw him hold his breath and she knew he thought he was about to be punched or something from that nature but instead she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head in the crook of his neck. She closed her eyes letting the tears fall for what seemed like the 50th time that day. She didn't want to cry so much. She didn't want to act like such a child. Such a small child, but being put into a situation like hers she did feel like a small child. She didn't have any control over her emotions at all.

Freddie was shocked at Sam's actions. He'd expected to be punched unconscious or something along those lines. And here she was her arms wrapped around him crying.

"Hold me then." She said through tears and Freddie immediately wrapped his arms around her. Saying he felt awful was an understatement. He felt absolutely horrible. He knew most of this was his fault and now Sam was going to suffer for it. He hated to see her cry and that had been all he'd seen today, it was even worse that she was crying because of something he'd done.

"Sam, please jus…just don't cry. I hate seeing your cry."

"I don't want to." She said her voice was thick with tears. "They…they just keep coming."

Freddie lips brushed against her blond hair. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but nothing felt right, nothing at all.

Sam spoke after a while.

"So I…I mean you want me go through with this don't you?" Sam asked. Her voice sounded better this time.

Freddie hesitated but responded shyly.

"Yeah,"

"I thought you'd say that."

"Sam I know it's going to be hard and if I could do anything to make it easy for you I would but,"

Sam cut him off. "I know you would." she said

She pulled away from him, but Freddie still kept his arms around her. She looked up at him. There was a small smirk on her tear stained face.

"So you're gunna put up with my mood swings, weird cravings and the fact that I'm gunna get fat and blow up like a balloon?"

"Well," He started a smile on his face. "You already have mood swings, trust me I would know he said pointing to a bruise on his shoulder and…" He said playing with her hair. "You already have the weirdest food cravings I don't think it can get any stranger and you're already fat." He said. His eyes widen when he realised what he'd said and he saw the furious look on Sam's face.

"No…no I… I swear that was-" He quickly decided against explaining and ran, but Sam was too fast for him. She grabbed him by the shirt and wrestled him to the ground. She sat on top of him and pinned his arms up above his head. He watched in fear as her eyes narrowed threateningly.

"So you think I'm fat?" She said her teeth clenched.

"No Sam I…I swear It was just a slip up because I was saying all those other things you said were true and…" He stopped and gulped as he saw her eyebrows rise in disbelief.

"But if you s…" She stopped mid sentence.

"Oh. My. Gosh." She squeaked.

Freddie could see she was looking in the mirror on her wardrobe. She let go of him and stood up walking to the mirror. Freddie watched as she studied her appearance. She stood to the side and then he knew what she was doing.

"I…I've already turned fat." She said quietly "You were right."

"Sam you're not fat at all. You look absolutely fine, as beautiful as always." He said with his heart breaking smile. Sam gave him a questioning glance.

"I promise." He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her temple.

"But I will turn fat."

"Come on Sam it's not going to be fat you've got-"

"It doesn't matter." She said sighing.

Just then she heard the phone ring. She removed Freddie's arms from around her waist and walked over to her phone on the window sill and looked at the caller id. It was Carly.

"It's Carly. Should I answer?" She asked Freddie.

He walked over to her.

"She does have the right to know Sam."

She groaned and quickly pressed the answer button without thinking about what she was doing. She gave Freddie a worried glance and he responded with an encouraging smile.

"H…hello." Sam said

"Sam oh my gosh you actually picked up your phone. Where have you been? Me and Freddie both tried calling you so many times and you didn't even come to school and now you've missed…." Sam gave Freddie an 'I can't believe you made me do this look' and he knew straight away that Carly would be giving Sam an overprotective friend lecture of some sort. He just smiled at the blond who still looked pretty apprehensive but bored at the same time. He took Sam's hand and led her to the edge of the bed where they both sat.

It looked like Carly was still going on and on because, Sam had brought the phone away from her ears and pointed it to Freddie. He could hear Carly's voice and he took the phone out of Sam's hand.

"Hey Carly – Yeah it is Freddie err yeah Sam's fine, I'm with her. Carly can you just listen to her she needs to tell you something." He said handing the phone back to Sam.

"Why the hell did you say that?" She hissed grabbing the phone from him.

"You wanna get it over with quickly Sam. Go on. It'll be fine." Sam looked uneasy as she put the phone to hear ear again.

"Yeah it's me. Err what I wanted to tell you. I…" Sam stopped and quickly took a glance at Freddie.

"Go on." He urged.

"I uh, Carly I…" Freddie took Sam's hand in his.

"Carly I'm…Carly I'm pregnant." She said quickly. She felt Freddie's thumb stroke her palm as she waited for Carly's reaction.

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