A/N: Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter up. It kept randomly deleting itself -_-

ANYWHOOZLES! I'm super proud of this chapter and hope you'll enjoy it!

BTW, there is a part in the story when Sam mentions New York City. There's an explanation at the end of the chapter. Also, some minor sex references, so beware.

Enjoy!

The sun filtered through the window, leaving two soft beams of light on the Bensons' kitchen table. Sam was scooted a few feet away from it, her legs crossed and her feet on the small white table. A plate with several strips of bacon on it was sitting on the enlarging lump that was her stomach. Across from her sat Freddie, who was eating his bowl of Bitty Wheats, was trying not to think about his wife's sock-feet in front of him. She did this pretty frequently, and yet living in the same house as Sam for almost a year hadn't caused him to develop any indifference towards it. It didn't gross him out anymore, but he had come to terms with the fact that he would be the only one teaching their baby table manners.

Table manners. The term jogged something in his memory, something very important, that he'd been meaning to bring up.

"So…" he began awkwardly.

"So, what?" Sam replied, looking up from her bacon plate at him.

"So, I…uh…wanted to ask you something."

"Shoot."

He looked down and away, hesitation written all over his face. Suddenly, he looked up and blurted out, "Are we gonna tell your mom about this or what?"

Sam blinked.

"What?"

"I mean, you were the one who suggested we wait till we knew if our baby was a boy or a… a girl," he winced slightly at the memory of being proven wrong. "And we know now, so…what's stopping you?"

Sam sighed. "You want the truth?"

"Let's hear it."

"My mom and I don't really, you know…get along…"

"I know that, Sam, but-"

"It's a lot worse than I'd ever tell you and Carly. But just to give you an idea…" She paused to take a large bite of bacon.

"Ever since I was little, I couldn't wait till I turned 18. You know…so I'd be free."

"Yeah?"

"Even before I turned eighteen, my mom didn't know much about my life. She knew I hung out with you and Carls a lot, but she still thinks we're sworn enemies."

Freddie blinked. "Wow…"

"And we started dating when we were…17, wasn't it? I kept it a secret for a whole year. Never mentioned you, even though I wanted to. Then there was that point when you had to leave for a year to finish college in New York City, remember?"

"Yes…?"

"Well, you know how hard that was on Carly and I, especially me…and I didn't even tell my mom then."

Freddie sat in stunned silence. At Sam's request, they hadn't even invited Sam's mom to their wedding.

"But I want to tell her."

Freddie's eyes widened. "You do?"

"Soon…ish."

Freddie smiled at her, patting her on the foot. "I'm proud of you."

Sam smiled slightly. "Glad you approve."

"So what do we tell her?"

Sam blinked a few times, the smile instantly vanishing. She hadn't considered that.

She stuffed an entire strip of bacon in her mouth at once, and looked at the floor, hoping to make Freddie change the subject, but he just continued to wait for an answer. Spying a spider on the floor, Sam swung her foot down off the table and smashed it with her heel, then brought her foot right back to its spot without removing the smashed bug.

Disgusted, Freddie removed the offending sock from Sam's foot and tossed it on the floor.

"Honestly, I've got no idea what we tell her. We should probably just wing it and see how it goes." Sam said finally.

"Yeah, I guess so…"

"You got any better ideas, Fredward?"

"No, and I thought we were gonna stop with the nicknames after we got married."

"Mamma never stops." Sam replied with a smirk.

Freddie rolled his eyes.

"So…you got any ideas for names yet?" Freddie asked.

Sam thought about that.

A long, contemplative silence filled the room. Then Sam and Freddie began bouncing names back and forth.

"Kaitlyn?" Freddie supplied.

"Too girly...Clarisse?"

"It sounds weird with Marissa."

"No offense, Fredward, but your mom is not a factor here."

"OK, fine. What about Bailey?"

Sam shrugged. "It's…OK, I guess.

Another silence came between them.

"I like Abby." Sam said decisively.

"Abby?" Freddie repeated.

"Yeah, Abby."

Freddie considered it.

"Abigail Marissa Benson…has a nice sound to it."

"Wait, hang on a sec." Sam said indignantly. "Why does she get your mom's name?"

"It's like you said; you and your mom don't get along. Plus, Pam's a weird middle name."

"True."

Getting up from her chair, Sam sat her bacon plate down with a clatter.

"I'm gonna go call Carly." She said. Freddie nodded.

Exiting to the family room, Sam sat on the couch and punched in Carly's number.

The phone rang three times before it was answered by Griffin.

"Hello?"

"Griffin?"

"Oh, hey, Sam!" Griffin said kindly. "It's been awhile, how you been?"

"Eh, usual." Sam said nonchalantly.

"You wanna talk to Carly?" he asked.

"Yeah."

Griffin shouted Carly's name, and Sam heard her rush down her stairs to get to the phone.

"Hi, Sam!" Carly said happily.

"Hey, Carls." Sam responded, smiling into the phone.

"What's up?"

"Oh, not much…Freddie has a question for you, though."

"Sure, what is it?"

"K, so last night he wakes up at, like, two a.m., and he wakes me up and tells me he had this dream about me being in labor pain."

"Aaah."

"And he asked me, 'Sam, what am I putting you through?' and I told him I'd ask you what labor pains felt like, so…"

"Oh!" Carly giggled. "How considerate of him. When I was in labor, Griffin just kept yelling 'PUSH!'"

"Yeah, I remember that!" Sam said with a chuckle. She, too, had attended the birth of Carly's daughter Emily. "And when you were yelling at him for not being careful with the birth control, he kept reminding you that you were the one who said it wasn't necessary…"

"Which I didn't think was very helpful." Carly concluded, and the two women laughed into the phone for a moment.

"So, anyway…Freddie wants to know how much pain he's gonna cause me here in about four and a half months."

"Well…tell him to imagine all the physical pain you've caused him…"

"Yeah?"

"All at once."

Sam winced. "Yikes."

There was a moment of quiet.

"Carly?"

"Yeah?"

"Our baby's getting Mrs. Benson's name for its middle name…"

"Right…?"

"You have any good ideas for what we should name it?"

Carly thought about this. "I think you should ask Mrs. Benson."

"Huh? Why?"

"The baby's getting her name."

Later that day…

Sam walked over to sit beside Freddie, who was watching the Seattle Cobras game.

"Hey, Sam." Freddie said, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"I talked to your mom."

"What about?"

"Carly said I should ask her for baby names."

"And she said…?"

"She says we should name our daughter Seddie." Sam said, trying not to laugh.

"…Seddie?"

"She says it's a good name because it's a-" her voice switched to a cruel but accurate impression of Mrs. Benson, " 'Perfect combination of the baby's parents' names, since they love eachother so much.' "

Sam and Freddie stared at eachother. The look on Freddie's face was one of shock.

"…We are NOT naming our daughter Seddie."

"I know."

A/N: That wraps up this chapter! Hope you enjoyed. Oh, Mrs. Benson…

About Freddie's college thing: After three years of college, his college building burned down. They had another campus, but it was all the way in NYC. So Freddie was forced to leave Sam and go to NYC for a year. But then he came back, and a year later asked Sam to marry him soooo….yeah.

And don't worry. Sam and Freddie aren't naming the girl Seddie. I promise you.

Hope you liked!