A/N: Anyone still there? Hello…? SO sorry for the lack of updates. Been super busy with Christmas shopping, studying for finals, etc. This is probably going to be a short chapter because I feel like absolute crap. I was supposed to go hang out with friends tonight, but I'm at home with a fever, watching TV alone. Great Friday night, huh? Anyways, Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Nope, don't own. Although I wish I did. What even happened to iCarly? They haven't had a new episode in months….
SPOV:
"Sam, Sam listen to me," Freddie grabs my wrists and brings himself down level to me. His chocolate brown eyes calm me slightly, and I stop crying.
"Sam, listen to me. I promise to love you forever. Through everything life throws at us. As long as we're together, we can make it through everything. Including this." Freddie's voice is steady, but fails to cheer me up.
"But Freddie, we're not ready for this. We have school and….and jobs….and no money….and….and…." I can't help it. I start crying again. This isn't like me.
"Sam, Princess, c'mere," Freddie, now sitting criss-cross on the bathroom floor, pulls me onto his lap. He gently strokes my hair and whispers in my ear, "Sam, you're the strongest person I know. We'll be fine. Just trust me. Please," He kisses the top of my head, "It's going to be hard. We both know that, and there's no use pretending otherwise. But you know what? We can do it. We have each other. And maybe we won't be able to give this baby everything right away, but we're in college for a reason. We'll graduate and get great jobs that will pay good money to buy the baby things when it's older. For now, we'll just get the basics, and my mom will help us pay for it. But one thing's for sure: this baby is going to be the most loved baby ever. Okay? Trust me, Sam. Everything's going to be fine," Freddie's words do make me feel better, and he continues to whisper reassurances in my ear, until I fall asleep on his lap.
FPOV:
The next three weeks fly by. Sam hasn't had time to worry anymore about the pregnancy, due to finals and work. I haven't either, and it doesn't quite hit me until I'm lying in bed the night before we were due to leave for Seattle for the holidays. I'm going to be a father. I'm going to have to financially provide and support for a tiny human being. How the hell were we going to do this? I ponder waking Sam up, but as I listen to her soft snores beside me, I decide to leave her be. Besides, I don't want to freak her out again.
We were planning on telling everyone at Christmas dinner. My mom was having Carly and Spencer over in addition to us, and T-Bo. I try to imagine my mom's reaction. She'll either be delighted, or appalled that I touched the 'juvenile delinquent' in 'that way'. I roll my eyes as I remember the way she always referred to sex when she tried to give me the talk. It was always either 'that thing' or the classic 'it'. Despite her oddness, I really do miss her.
I glance at the clock. It read 3:09 a.m. I should probably get some sleep if I want to be awake tomorrow when we get to her apartment. I settle my self back onto my pillow and throw my arm over Sam. She subconsciously cuddles into me, and I kiss her forehead before falling into a restless sleep.
As soon as we get off the plane the next day, Sam races off to find a bathroom. She'd been getting morning sickness lately, and the early flight didn't help matters. I sigh and follow her. As I approach the women's restroom, she walks out, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her sweatshirtt.
"You okay?" I ask her.
"Yeah, yeah. Just tired,"
"Well, let's go find my mom, then we can get our luggage and leave." I take her hand and lead her to the baggage claim, where we find my mother.
"Oh Freddie!" She cries throwing her arms around me in a bear-hug, "I've missed you so much!"
"Missed you too, Marissa," Sam mutters behind me.
"I've missed you too, Mom," I say. My mom finally releases me, and nods at Sam, "Samantha,"
Sam ignores her, and shoves past a man to get to the baggage claim, which is now filled with luggage.
"Sam! You can't be lifting that!" I cry racing over to her as she lifts our suitcase off the claim.
"I've got it Fredward. Let go," Sam says, but I ignore her pleas and take the suitcase from her. I can feel my mom watching us suspiciously, but she remains quiet. In fact, she remains quiet the whole way home in the car. Only raising an eyebrow, when Sam goes from yelling at a car for cutting us off, to crying when she sees a dead dog on the side of the highway.
When we finally reach Bushwall Plaza, I grab our suitcase and drag it to the elevator, which Sam is already waiting in.
"What's wrong Samantha?" My mom asks her.
"What do you mean?"
"You just seem to be acting rather strangely, that's all,"
"I'm just really tired," Sam rubs her eyes to prove her point. My mom doesn't respond. In fact it isn't until Sam is snoring away in my old bedroom that she corners me.
"When exactly where you planning on telling me?" She demands.
"T-telling you what?" I stutter, taken aback.
"That Samantha is pregnant,"
"How'd you know?" I question, truly curious.
"Oh please, Fredward, I'm a nurse. I deal with pregnant women everyday. Now answer me. When were you going to tell me?"
"We were planning on announcing it at Christmas dinner,"
My mom stares at me for a few minutes, and my eyes wander around the room uncomfortably. Suddenly, I'm engulfed in a hug.
"Oh my Freddie-Bear is all grown up!" She sobs into my shoulder. I awkwardly pat her back.
"Freddie, I'm so proud of you. You're going to be a great father!"
"Thanks Mom," I tell her. We continue hugging until my phone rings. I pull away and glance at the caller I.D. My stomach drops.
"Uhh…I gotta take this," I mutter, walking into the hallway.
"Hello?" I answer bitterly.
"Is this Freddie?" The man asks. His voice is kind, with a slight undertone that hints at a severe aggressiveness. Just like his daughter.
"Obviously,"
"Look, Freddie, I'm sorry on bailing out before. I really am. I should have been there,"
"Damn straight you should have been," I growl.
Sam's father sighs, "Look. It's in the past. I regret it deeply. Just like I regret almost everything in my life. I'd like a second chance. Please. Will you and Sammy meet me for lunch somewhere? Please? Melanie too?" Leo Butler practically begs.
"I'll consider it," I say slowly.
"Oh thank you so much! Really! This means the world to me! Merry Christmas!"
"Yeah, yeah. Merry Christmas…" I say.
"Please, Freddie. Call me," And with that Leo hangs up. I shove my phone in my pocket and stare at the beige wall. I knew of course what I was going to do. I would bring up the subject with Sam, and let her make the final call.
Yeah so, probably not the best chapter. But I have a pounding headache and wanted to update while I had time. Anyways, please tell me what you think in a review. And in case I don't update before, Merry Christmas!
Oh and the babies (Carly's and Sam's) will be born within the next few chapters. I'd really be delighted if you would give me some suggestions for names! I know what the middle name for Sam's baby is going to be, but don't have a first name. And since I haven't decided if Carly's baby should be a boy or girl, leave suggestions for both. Thank you and Happy Holidays!