A/N: I've been so super busy this last week. I've had a lot of stuff going on so I'm sorry for the delay of this chapter. Well, here it is! Hopefully, I'll get another one up tomorrow. This chapter covers a lot of important stuff and the next chapter is…the wedding! I know I've been skipping lots of time, but until I get everything set how I want it, it's going to be that way. After the next few chapters is when the drama will begin to set in, so I'm trying to get all the fluffiness out of my system now :D While you're waiting on updates, you should take a look at my one-shot called "All I'll Ever Need"

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F-POV:

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!"

"Spencer, your sculpture is on fire again!" Sam yells without so much as a glance up from her magazine.

"Aw darn it!" Spencer races out of the kitchen with the fire extinguisher, past where Sam and I are sitting on the couch, and to the entrance of the hallway where his newest sculpture is indeed ablaze. I watch him spray his creation for a few minutes before looking next to me at Sam.

"That must be a pretty interesting magazine," I comment.

"It's about weddings," She says, flipping a page.

"I thought you and Carly finished all the planning weeks ago,"

"We did,"

"Then why are you still voluntarily looking through bridal magazines?" I question, raising an eyebrow. For as long as I've known Sam, she's never come across as the type of person who would obsess over her wedding details. Carly, definitely, but Sam was more of the type who I thought would be fine as long as the food got there safely. Ever since our engagement, almost a year-and-a-half ago, Carly and Sam had been talking on the phone nearly nonstop planning out every single detail. Now, with the wedding just a week away, Sam and I had come home from college to make final preparations.

Sam shrugs, "I don't know, why?"

"No reason, just surprised. I didn't expect you to be so excited about wedding plans,"

"What's that supposed to me?" Sam leans away and looks at me.

"Nothing! I'm just surprised that's all!"

"Yeah well Mama's full of surprises," She says settling back against my chest. I put my arm around her and kiss the top of her head.

"The spaghetti taco's are done!" Spencer says, back in the kitchen. I get up to help Spencer set the table; Sam takes a seat in her usual spot. Just as we begin eating the door opens and in walks Carly and Gibby.

"Oh! I'm glad you're all here!" Carly exclaims, taking off her coat and scarf- November's in Seattle got pretty chilly, "Gibby and I have an announcement!"

I look between them suspiciously. Since Sam and I had begun dating during our junior year, Carly and Gibby had been forced to spend more and more time together. Often I thought it had been leading somewhere, but then I'd see Gibby holding hands with Tasha, or Carly flirting with her newest crush. I suppose they could have gotten together while Sam and I have been at college in Los Angeles. Is that their announcement? That they're dating?

"I'm pregnant!" Carly exclaims happily. Gibby puts a protective arm around her to keep her from jumping up and down.

"Whoa Carls, are you serious?" Sam asks.

"Yeah! Gibby and I just got back from the doctor! Here's the Ultrasound," Carly digs around in her purse and pulls out a small photograph. Sam takes it from her and stares at it. I look over Sam's shoulder. The picture is mostly black with a silvery orb in the center. At the top it says 'Baby Gibson, Due-July 12, 2016.'

"Wait," I begin hesitantly, "So that means that…Gibby…i-is the father?"

"What Benson? Are you jealous?" Sam jokes. I ignore her.

"Well, yeah!" Carly says.

"So are you guys, like, dating?"

"We have been off-and-on for the past year or so,"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"It never came up…" Carly looks uncomfortable now. While I am sort of annoyed that they didn't tell us about their relationship, I decide to be happy for them.

"Well, congratulations!"

Carly squeals and I walk over and give her a big hug. I shake Gibby's hand and slap him on the back.

"Good work, Gib,"

"Yeah, well, I do have pretty powerful sperm," He says proudly.

"Gibby?"

"Yeah?"

"Too much information,"

"Oh,"

I suddenly realize that Spencer's been oddly quiet through this whole thing. I look over to find him still sitting in his chair at the table, a Spaghetti Taco in his hand, and paused half-way to his mouth. His eyes are wider than saucers.

Carly seems to notice too.

"Spencer, are you all right?" She asks.

Her voice seems to bring him out of his daze. He stares at her, his face turning increasingly red.

"You're PREGNANT?" He yells. I almost stagger backwards. Never, not once, have I ever seen Spencer angry. The anger in his eyes is unmistakable, and his voice is so loud, it echoes around the room. Instinctively, I walk over to Sam and take her hand.

"Um, yes," Carly squeaks.

"How could you? Didn't I teach you better than that?" Spencer shouts.

"Spencer! Listen to yourself! I'm twenty-one years old! I can do whatever I want too! You're not Dad! You have absolutely no right to punish me!" Carly screams. Sam, Gibby, and I slowly begin backing out of the room and towards the door.

"Oh Dad….Just wait until he hears about this! He'll punish you!" Spencer picks up the phone.

"Spencer! Dad is in the middle of the ocean right now! You can't call him!"

Once we make it safely to the hallway we slam the door closed and hear nothing more but muffled shouts.

"Spencer's going to kill me," Gibby mutters.

"Just avoid him for a while, he'll cool down," I hope I sound comforting, but if I was in Gibby's position, I'd be terrified.

"If you're going to fight him, make sure it's not until after the wedding. You're both groomsmen," Sam says.

A few hours later, Sam and I are lying on the couch in my mom's apartment watching Galaxy Wars. She's laying in front of me, and my arms are wrapped around her waist.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"What? Nothing's wrong," She mutters.

"Sam, I know something's wrong. You never want to watch Galaxy Wars with me,"

"Can't I just watch it with you because I love you?" She questions.

"Sam,"

"Fine. I'm upset because I'm going to have nobody to walk me down the aisle,"

"Oh…" I'm at a loss for words. This not something I ever expected Sam to want or ask for. I can see where she's coming from though. I remember my dad. His name was Jacob Caldwell. He and my mom weren't married when I was born, and from what I understand he freaked out when she told him about me, and he moved across the country and joined the Air Force. He returned when I was almost three, and he because a real father to me. He took me to little league games, and taught me about computers. He even took me to my first Galaxy Wars convention. He and my Mom were planning on getting married, when he got called to Iraq. He died when his plane was shot down. I was eight. I had thought a few times since the engagement that I wished my dad were still alive, so that he could come to my wedding. I never expected Sam to have these same thoughts.

"Spencer offered to walk you down the aisle," I say.

"Yeah, but I just…I don't know. I wish I knew who my dad was. Or where he is for that matter. Isn't every dad supposed to walk his daughter down the aisle?"

I don't have an answer, so I just pull her close to me. Soon, I hear her snoring softly.

Knock, knock, knock.

I only have to wait a few seconds before Pam Puckett opens her front door. She's wearing old pajama pants, a small bikini top, and a tattered bathrobe. Her hair is a mess all over her head, and I can't help but be grateful that Sam didn't inherit her mother's fashion sense.

"What do you want?" She asks rudely.

"Do you know where Sam's father is?"

Pam is silent for a few minutes.

"No," She eventually mutters.

"You're lying,"

"Well, why do you want to know?"

"I want to invite him to the wedding. For Sam," I say. Sam would probably kill me if she knew I was doing this. If all goes well, then hopefully she'll thank me. If it doesn't, well, I don't see why she has to know.

"Why do you want to invite him? He doesn't care about either one of his girls. Up and left them, that's what he did,"

"He had to leave for a reason. He left behind a college account for them. That's more than you've ever done,"

"Hey listen here son," She points a finger at me, "Don't be coming over to my house, and criticizing my parenting. Who do you think agreed to put that pageant money aside? I could very well have just spent it on myself. Besides, I must have done something right, or else Melanie wouldn't have gone to such a great boarding school, and Sam wouldn't have found a guy as great as you,"

"Wait, you really think I'm a great guy?" I'm a bit shocked. Sam's mother has always been rude towards me.

"Yeah. You're good for my Sammy. You remind me a lot of her father,"

"Really?"

"Yeah. You've got more sense than he had though. He didn't have no money. He made the stupid choice to get involved with this big loan shark guy. The guy- I never found out his real name, Sam's dad always referred to him as Master K- he gave him $2,000. Well, we had six months to pay Master K, back that money, plus $1,000 interest. Five months went by and we panicked. That's why we started entering the girls in pageants. Melanie didn't do so well. She didn't have the confidence. But Sammy, she shined. By the time she started winning though, it was too late. We had missed Master K's deadline, and he was after us. Mostly the girl's father. Well, he had to run for it. When you miss Master K's deadline, you're in serious trouble. Before he left, he made me swear to save the money Sammy won for their education. Even though he was stupid, he damn well loved those girls,"

I stand there a minute, processing this.

"Have you heard from him since then?" I ask.

"Only once. He called me a couple years ago. Didn't say much. Just asked how the girls were. I told him they were just fine, and he hung up. Haven't heard from him since,"

"What's his name?"

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. I just want to call him. If he's not in any more trouble, I'd like for him to come to the wedding,"

"His name is Leo. Leo Butler,"

"Not Puckett?"

"No, when he left, I had Sam and Melanie's last names changed to my maiden name,"

"Oh. And I have one more question,"

"Yes, Benson?"

"Why do I remind you of him?"

"Because he was nerdy too. And he was a gentleman. But if he got riled up, he had a temper equal to mine,"

"Ok," I actually smile at this, "Thanks for the help Ms. Puckett,"

"I'm going to be your mom in a week. Call me Pam,"

It took me five days and countless hours on the Internet, but I finally found him. When I was absolutely sure it was him, I made sure no one, especially Sam, was around. I dialed the number. After three rings, a man picked up.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Butler?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"Mr. Butler, my name is Freddie Benson, I'm marrying your daughter,"

So…What'd you think? In case you were wondering, I figured that Freddie's parents weren't married because his last name is Benson, and on the iFence episode, Ms. Benson talks about how her family was the Fencin' Benson's. Anyways, hopefully another chapter up tomorrow! Don't forget to check out my one-shot "All I'll Ever Need,"

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