Author's Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated as fast—I had midterms all week so I've been studying like crazy. Now it's 10 at night, and since I don't have any school tomorrow, I'm doing another chapter (I'm writing when I can). I'm glad you are all liking the story, there's a lot left, and a lot more will happen so DON'T GO ANYWHERE! By the way, I just read the book The Help and it's AMAZING so I really suggest reading it. Oh, and I said I made a trailer, but it wouldn't upload and I'm really upset about it but now you guys can't see it. Sorry!

Since the beginning I've made this move pretty slow, so I'm just going to speed up the pregnancy a little bit so it doesn't get boring.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

4 Weeks Later (Sam is 16 weeks pregnant!)

Freddie's POV

Sam apologized. A lot, actually. The first week she apologized twice, the second week not at all, the third week she apologized again, and she hasn't since. I didn't tell her it was okay. I didn't say that since you apologized everything will be okay now, because that's not how it works.

Flashback

Carly was at her locker, so I figured I'd go and talk to her after I got my stuff. I dreaded going to school today, because today was the first day I'd be seeing Sam since she told me she didn't want me to be apart of the pregnancy. I feel nauseas everytime I think about it. This weekend I've just been reading books, watching movies, twice I went over to talk to Spencer, and once I had to go to the school and set up the lights for the school's play. They were good distractions.

Sam never was a good apologizer, that's why it surprised me when I looked down to see her converse right in front of me.

I looked up, and her big blue eyes were staring right at me. She was wearing her short sleeve Penny Tee that said Sushi Stampede on it. Underneath her eyes was a very light shade of purple that wasn't very noticeable unless you were looking.

"Freddie…" She started, biting her lip for half a second, but then looking right into my eyes, "I'm so sorry."

I had to look away because I couldn't look any longer.

"Sam, you told me that you didn't want me to be involved in this, so I won't. I don't want to be apart of something you don't want me to." I'm surprised how strong I said it, because on the inside I felt all choked up.

I turned around, but Sam stopped me and said, "Freddie, I didn't mean it! I say stupid stuff that I don't mean, but please Freddie. I need you."

"If you needed me you wouldn't have told me to stop being so involved in this, because it wasn't my problem. Well, Sam, it is. It's my baby just as much as it's yours, the only thing is the baby is in you."

"I say things I don't mean, okay? I'm sorry I treated you so terribly, and I'm sorry I'm such a horrible person and there is no one to blame but myself- but…. But you said that no matter what I wouldn't go through this alone." Her face turned paler when she said it, and looked like if she could, she would take it back.

"I did say that, but those words meant nothing to you because you didn't seem so grateful for it no matter how much I was there for you when you broke down. If you never wanted me to leave you in this, then you shouldn't have said it in the first place. Saying sorry isn't going to change anything. Sam, you aren't grateful for anything."

Sam turned a shade paler, and she said, "I'm sorry, I know. I'm so sorry, Freddie."

I slung my bag over my shoulder, and walked past her to Carly.

Flashback over

She was 16 weeks now. I'm still going to keep track. 16 weeks you could start to feel kicking- I looked it up a while ago. I wondered if Sam felt any kicking yet. I didn't care, though. Sam doesn't care if I care, she doesn't want me to have anything to do with it. I can't help wondering though.

I wonder if it's a boy or a girl, or if Sam would tell me if it's a boy or girl. Would she even tell me? I wouldn't ask.

If I was still involved, I wondered if Sam would tell me if the baby kicked. Probably not, since she doesn't think I should care. Well, I would care. I don't care now, though.

I wondered how her appointments have been going, and I wondered if the baby was breathing okay. What if it wasn't? What if it was having terrible breathing problems, and I didn't know about it? I'm the dad, but Sam would have to do it alone. I shook the thought out because I knew Sam would be fine doing it herself… in fact, she would be glad because she can do anything by herself and doesn't need anyone's help.

What happens when Sam has her baby? Would I go? I probably wouldn't even know. I wonder if Sam would even call to tell me her water broke? Probably not, considering the fact that she doesn't want me a part of this whole thing.

I keep thinking that I should be there, not for Sam, but for the baby. That wouldn't make sense, though, because I'd pretty much be there for Sam. There wouldn't be anything I can do for the baby that's the doctor's job. I kept thinking about that, and brushing the thought away.

"Freddie? Are you even listening?" Carly said, waving her hand in front of my face.

"Huh?"

"What are you thinking about?"

I shrugged, "Stuff."

"Sam?"

I looked at her confused. Could she read minds?

"Um, no. Why would you even guess that?"

She ignored my question and looked down the hall. I followed her gaze and saw Sam talking to a short, petite girl with a t-shirt of a band on it. I haven't seen her… ever.

"Oh, I don't know… you just haven't talked to her- Freddie! Are you listening?"

"Sorry!" I looked towards her.

"Do you know who that is?" She asked, curiously.

"No."

"You haven't talked to Sam in so long, I thought you would be better by now…I mean, shouldn't you be helping her with the… baby?" She was back on her original conversation.

"I didn't. If she doesn't want me involved, so be it. I won't be involved." It was almost like I was talking to myself, because Carly got all wide eyes on me. I forgot I never told her about what happened.

"She… said she didn't want you to be with her along the pregnancy?"

I nodded, wishing I didn't say anything to Carly.

"Well, why?"

"You know Sam… she just…. Thinks she's strong and can do things by herself," I mentally hit myself. I wish I wasn't talking about Sam to Carly, "Can you just pretend we never spoke about Sam. I feel weird."

"Yeah. Let's go. Did you hear? Prom is probably going to be in late March. I can hardly wait!" I followed Carly, and glance one more time to Sam to see a tall boy approaching. I did a double take, just out of surprise. Who was he? How does Sam know him?

Sam's Point of View

My stomach is growing, and I actually decided to stop wearing t-shirts and go out of my way to buy a nice, blue flowy top that doesn't even show my bump. I still feel fat.

I've apologized to Freddie a few times, but I stopped bugging him. I just don't know what I'll do. I want him apart of this. I need his help, I can't do it myself, and he knows it. I'm just so stubborn, and I deserve to have to go on my own.

"Sam!" I blinked, and looked up to see Maria approaching me, her bouncy curls going up and down like a pogo stick.

She was wearing a knee length pale green dress with black converse-nice touch. She seems more outgoing than she was the other day, but you can infer that's just 'cause being a tiny teenager in a room full of pregnant ladies waiting for check up does embarrass you and make you feel out of place.

"Hey." I smile, and she approaches me.

"How's the… baby?" She whispers the last part.

"Fine, how's yours?" Oh my god this is such a weird conversation. I feel like a middle aged pregnant woman talking to another pregnant neighbor or something, not two young pregnant high school students. I felt uncomfortable, but Maria didn't seem to noticed.

"Everything is going ok. My back is aching." She put her hands onto her back.

"Mine too." It really was, actually, I guess the stomach makes it uneven.

"How many weeks are you, again?"

"Sixteen."

"Oh, you didn't feel the baby yet did you? I'm at 18 weeks and I haven't even felt a kick, are we supposed to? I mean, the doctor said 16 to what, twenty two weeks? I dunno… I've been overreacting with this," She shook her head and laughed.

I grinned, "No, I haven't felt anything."

She waved to her friend in the hallway, and looked back to me, "How'd your appointment go? I have one next week, I wanted it sooner though so I could find out if it's a boy or girl."

She seemed so excited- the opposite of me.

"I didn't go…" I looked down.

"Why not? You had an appointment after me, I thought…"
"Yeah, yeah… I did. I just, had too much on my mind and couldn't…." My voice trailed off.

"You rescheduled it, right?"

"No, not yet. I will, though. I just don't feel the need to go… I don't think anything is wrong. The appointments are just check up to be cautious."

"Well, you have to reschedule it! It's important."

"I… will, I just….. things aren't great right now."

Why was I telling her so much? It's like I'm talking to a friend… I just met her. I guess it's just nice to talk to someone else who is going through the same thing- or a person, leave it at that. I've been lonely without Carly or Freddie… it's nice to talk to a person.

She frowned, "I'm sorry, don't you have your boyfriend?"

I shook my head.

She looked confused, and apologetic, "I'm sorry, I thought you did… Fernando mentioned something about a… Freddie?"

"Yeah… Freddie." My face slowly reddened (when does that happen?), I quickly added, "I mean, it's not his fault it's mine. Freddie is a great person, I'm the bad one."

Freddie isn't the bad guy like hers was.

She nodded, and before she could say anything, Fernando appeared.

"Hey," He looked at Maria, then at me, "Hi, Sam."

I grinned.

"How's everything? Everything is okay?" He was more careful with his words than Maria was, but I didn't mind either way, it's not like the school didn't know.

I didn't know how to answer the question, though. "Everything's fine. Nothing… seems wrong."

He nodded, "Good."

Suddenly, there was a small kick in my side, and I cringed and moved my hand to my stomach.

Small kick. It took my a moment to actually realize what it was.

Maria and Fernando looked at me, and I said bye as fast as I could without being too rude.

I did the first thing I could think of: Ran to find Freddie.

Author's Note: Woah. TWO CHAPTER IN ONE NIGHT!