Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly,

Author's Note: Yes. Sam is pregnant. But what will she say to Freddie or Carly? What will she say to herself? Check out my fanpage for this story on Facebook. The link's on my profile. Sam is 6 weeks pregnant right now.

Sam's POV

I wouldn't call Freddie. Or answer, for that matter.

I would look at my phone when it rang, but couldn't bring myself to answer. What would I do? I can't say it. It's like the words were dirty. I felt like a disgrace. The more I thought about it, the more I thought about my dad. Disgrace. "I'm a disgrace." I'd repeat over and over in her mind.

I took the bus home, and found a seat. I leaned against the window. I'm not pregnant. The more I thought, the more I believed it.

This is a dream. I'm stupid, but not stupid enough to be pregnant. I was careful. I was on the pill.

I'm not really on the way back from learning I'm pregnant, I'm on my way back form learning I have the flu.

The paper in my pocket isn't my appointment for the ultrasound, it's for my medicine prescription.

At first I thought the lying was making me feel better; and it was, for the first few minutes. Then I realized the lying would make it worse. I can't be believing myself, I know I'm pregnant. I can't stop that. I can't take it back. It's the truth, and I will have to face it.

Me head was thumping so hard I thought it was squish my brain. The tears didn't come though. It was because I still didn't realize what was really happening. What was going to happen. I still haven't brought myself to fully realize what was happening. I didn't want to be alone, I wanted someone to talk to.

I went to Carly's, and walked right in.

"Oh, hey Sam. I was just about to have spaghetti tacos. Spencer is supposed to be here, but he and Socko got into a glue fight…. It might take a while." Carly said, putting the plate on the table.

Once the smell hit me, I threw up in the garbage.

Carly frowned, "I… think I just lost my appetite."

I gagged, and went to the couch.

Carly went over to me, "Hey, what's wrong? I thought this was over. The sickness."

I wanted so badly to tell her. Tell her everything. Let it out, let myself cry, let her understand me… but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I shook my head, "Nothing's wrong Carly. I went to the doctor today," I couldn't even look her in the eyes, "I just haven't been eating well… taking good care of my body. I just have to eat better, drink more water." I almost wanted to throw up again.

Lies. I was a liar, how long could I keep this going?

"Oh, well… that makes sense." I felt her eyes on me.

I stared harder at the ground. If I looked up, I would cry.

"Sam." She said, "…Are you sure you're okay?"

I nodded my head and sighed, "Yeah, Carly. I promise. " I toughened up, and looked up.

A few minutes later Carly said, "Sam, have you talked to Freddie? He's kept calling and coming over looking for you."

"Huh? Oh, my phone was on silent. I forgot to turn it back up. I didn't want it to ring during the appointment."

"Oh, well you better give him a call."

I was trying not to think of him. He had a right to know, but how would I tell him?

"I will later, I'm really tired actually. Cool if I crash here?" I wasn't really asking.

"Yeah. But I think you should call Freddie."

"Look, later." I said sternly.

Carly was confused, and I'm not sure if it was my attitude or the fact that I didn't want to talk to my boyfriend.

"I feel like you are trying to hide something…?" She made it sound like a question.

"Carly," I snapped, "can you stop butting into my business?" I shut up right away, and automatically wanted to take it back.

I got up and want to her, "Sorry." I didn't want to say anything more, so I quickly walked past her to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I already kept a toothbrush here.

I got in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt and walked downstairs.

What if she called Freddie when I left? What would I say? It wouldn't be her fault or anything, she doesn't even know.

I was glad to find her watching some TV on the couch.

I dropped my clothes in a pile next to her.

I sat next to her feet, "Hey, I'm sorry I snapped."

She looked at me, real forgiving-like. Just looking at her made me feel like I can tell her. I feel like she won't judge me, won't ever leave my side. I knew it inside, too, but what would happen if she didn't? I really needed her. Even if I don't tell her about what's going on, she'd still be there, at least. Not gone. And I can't take that chance.

"It's okay. Were you really mad? DO you really think I get into your business?"

"No, Carly. It's just," But if I don't ever tell her, she'd really find out on her own anyway right? I mean, you can't hide a baby stomach. It's impossible. But, maybe tomorrow I can tell her. I will, just not now. I want to just go to sleep. A lot has happened, and I just don't want anything else in my head, "that time of the month." I smirked.

Carly didn't talk about it anymore.

12:00 PM That same night.

Spencer Point of View

I opened the door to the apartment, it was already unlocked. I keep telling Carly to lock it so no on comes in and tries to steal my art…. Or her.

I was only 3 or so hours late for dinner.

The only light in the room was from the TV, which was turned onto a low volume. Carly and Sam fell asleep with an old fades Scooby-Doo blanket over them. Carly with her hands against her cheek on one side, and Sam with the feet hanging off the other side.

That can't be very good for their backs. They left a mess too, clothes here, papers here, candy there.

I went to the refrigerator to get the leftovers from dinner, which I missed. I walked to eat in my room, so I didn't make too much noise. (I tend to be a noisy eater) I tripped over Sam's feet, and my food hit the wall. Nice.

She stirred, but didn't wake up.

Ugh, I'll clean that in the morning. I might as well pick up Carly's mess now.

A bunch of doodles and notecards and clothes.

I put them over on the counter, and started looking through Carly's pockets for change. I always do this, but she doesn't really notice. I usually spend it on something from the vending machine. I could do it with my own money, but it makes it more fun when it's hers.

There wasn't any money.

I found a piece of paper though.

Name: Samantha Puckett 17

Date of appointment: October 8, 2011.

Weeks along pregnancy: Approximately 6 weeks.

I stopped after I read the last line.

Sam's pregnant?