A/N: We're almost theeeeeree….

FUN FACT! I was listening to the Glee version of Pokerface while typing most of this. I love that song! That has nothing to do with the story, however, and I apologize for boring you with the tidbit xDD

Sam absolutely loathed being on bedrest.

Initially, it had kind of scared her. She had never been confined to a single space for longer than a day in her life. Now, she grew increasingly agitated with her position, with only a TV, books, and Freddie's laptop to entertain her.

With the Bensons unable to afford having both Sam and Freddie out of work, they had agreed on a rotation. Melanie would stay with Sam from the time Freddie left for work to the time he returned. The next day it was Carly, and the next day Freddie stayed home from work to be with Sam. Even though he was taking every third day off, Freddie still made enough money to keep the family of two and a half-as he and Sam had came to call it-going.

November had always been one of Sam's favorite months, right up there with October and December. But this November was turning out to be a bit of a drag. Instead of being able to see the last leaves falling, she saw the same light teal bedroom walls and cream curtains; same wooden black headboard and nightstands; same lamps, same door to the closet and bathroom. It was painfully boring.

Reaching for her pistachio bowl, she rested her free hand on the now enormous lump that was Abigail Benson. Chewing roughly, she considered her options.

She could look and see what was on TV, even though she had already memorized the schedule for today of every channel she and Freddie watched. She could check her email for the fifth time in an hour. Or she could read, something she very rarely did and even more rarely enjoyed.

There was also calling Freddie. But she needed to get used to only doing that twice a day; last week, his boss had yelled at him for having ten phone conversations with her a day and had threatened to fire him over it. So now, she was limited to two calls a day, and she had already called once.

And it wasn't even noon.

So when Freddie finally returned that day to take over from Carly, Sam was incredibly happy to see him. He had brought Chinese takeout with him, and tossed Sam her bag as he sat down on the chair beside her. Since Sam was no longer using the kitchen, Freddie had brought up her chair to their bedroom so he could eat both breakfast and dinner with her. Sam smiled as she began to eat the rice and chicken that Freddie had chosen for her, which was one of her favorites.

"So, what's going on?" Sam asked. This was their typical dinnertime conversation opener; now that she was confined to her bedroom, Sam had become increasingly interested in what was going on in the outside world.

"Well…someone spray painted the wall of a bank…and I think the president got a haircut." Freddie said slowly as he considered.

Sam raised her eyebrows. "Wow. That's it?"

"That's it."

There was a silence between them as both Sam and Freddie became absorbed in their food. Freddie watched Sam's face as she ate; she looked upset. He couldn't blame her. Being stuck in one spot for two weeks straight, and more to come, must be awful.

"I know what's gonna make you feel better." Freddie said in a slightly singsong voice.

"Who said anything about me being sad, Fredward?" Sam replied with a touch of irritability in her voice.

"It's all over your face."

Freddie climbed up so he was kneeling in front of her.

"K, fine, now what are you gonna do?"

Freddie surveyed her face. Russet eyes fell on a drop of soy sauce that had clung to her nose. He decided he would aim for that. Leaning far forward, he kissed the tip of her nose so that the soy sauce transitioned into his mouth. Even though his eyes were closed, he could tell Sam was smiling slightly.

Sliding into his typical position beside her, he asked, "You feel better?"

"Let's just say you're lucky I'm stuck right here, Fredward."

Every third day of the week-days Sam and Freddie had come to call "The Teamwork Testers" due to the amount of effort Freddie had to put into doing absolutely everything for Sam-was Sam's favorite. As much as she loved hanging with Melanie and Carly, she often was kept the most entertained by Freddie. "…because of your face." She had jokingly said when she explained this to him, to which Freddie had responded with a small smile and a characteristic eye-roll. Since she could no longer get out of bed to change clothes, it became Freddie's job to alternate her between pairs of pajamas each night. On this particular evening, he took a little too long to remove her black sweatpants, to which Sam said,

"This may be the most adventurous thing you've done since I got stuck here, Freddie, but please do me a favor and just grab me some new pants."

Freddie had obliged her laughingly.

"So, what do you want for Christmas?" he asked taking a seat beside her.

Sam raised her eyebrows. "Really? It isn't even Thanksgiving yet."

"I know, but today I saw a whole bunch of Christmas lights on sale at GVS…"

"Tell me you didn't buy any-"

"-And I bought fifteen boxes of colored lights, ten boxes of white, a light-up reindeer, AND an inflatable Santa!"

Sam sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, yeah, and I also got you this." Freddie said, reaching into his pocket.

"Ooh! Is it meat?"

"No."

"Candy?"

"No."

"Then why'd you bother?"

Freddie smiled, handing her the object; a pink beanie with Abby's initials sewn onto it.

Sam felt the fuzzy hat. "You said this was a present for me, Fredward. This is a hat for Abby."

Freddie wilted.

Sam beamed. "I love it."

Thanksgiving at the Bensons' was a quiet affair, with only Freddie, Sam, Carly, Griffin, Emily, Melanie, Tyler, and Pete in attendance. They were all in chairs in a circle around Sam and Freddie's bed, with the exception of Sam and Freddie, who were seated on the bed. Freddie had purchased the largest turkey he could find, and divided it up at Sam's advising. "Puckett tradition," she told him, "is very basic. We divided the turkey into three parts. At first, it's in two parts; one quarter of it separate from the other three. That three quarters is split in half. Mom gets a big part, I get a big part, and Melanie gets a small."

"If Melanie got preferential treatment, why is her piece smaller?"

"She has the appetite of a butterfly."

So the turkey was split in half. Sam got the first half, and the other half was divided among the others.

"So, Freddie," Carly asks suddenly, "What are you thankful for?"

Freddie smiles as he remembers the tradition his mother had taught him. He placed his hand on Sam's stomach, a gesture she barely noticed s she was preoccupied with her food.

"For Sam, for Abby, and for a bright future for the Bensons."

There was appreciative sounds from the company, except for Sam, who hadn't seemed to have heard.

"What about you, Sam?" Freddie asked.

Sam turned to him. "Huh, what?"

"What are you thankful for?"

"Oh! For you, for Abby, and for a bright future for the Bensons."

"…That's what I said."

"Well, I THOUGHT it first."

"No, you didn't."

"How would you know?"

"I wouldn't."

"Then shut your trap, Fredward, and let Carly speak."

Carly smiled up at her best friends. "Well, I'm thankful for my best friends finally making peace-"

"Among other things." Griffin cut across. Everyone except for Carly laughed.

"Not in front of Emily, please, dear." Carly said, exasperated. "Emily, how about you?"

"Mama!" Emily squealed out one of the only ten words she knew. Griffin tousled her hair. "What about Daddy?"

Griffin sighed. "Hopefully she'll learn Daddy soon, but for now everybody's Mama…and I'm thankful for Emily and Carly." He added quickly at a stern glare from Carly.

"OK, Ty, you go." Melanie prompted. Tyler, who was now a year and a half old, babbled babyishly, "For big feather birds with meat!"

"He takes after his grandmother and aunt in the meat-loving respect." Pete said proudly.

Sam smiled. "Good man."

"Anyway, I'm grateful for Mel, Ty, and for our new baby niece Abby." Pete finished smilingly.

After Melanie proclaimed her gratefulness for her sister, brother-in-law, and niece, the room became absorbed in quiet as each person put all their attention into eating. Afterwards there was small talk, followed by two hours in front of the Seattle Cobras' game.

And once everyone had left at around eight, Sam turned to Freddie.

"Hey, Freddie?"

"Hmm?"

She leaned up and kissed his forehead. "Happy Thanksgiving.

He swooped down and kissed her on the lips. Sam's eyes widened in surprise and then closed by reflex. She appreciated it when he surprised her like this.

Replacing the kiss with a hug-or the most plausible one he could pull off while he was kneeling in front of her-he whispered,

"Happy Thanksgiving."

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, been very busy with school and such. This chapter is mostly filler, as nothing significant happens during Sam's seventh month. I tried. (And failed xD) But please review anyway?

Hope you liked!