Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly.

A started by running-swiftly and skillfully dodging the hallway crowd, but then I slowed to a stop. How would Freddie react to it? He was mad at me after all.

I had too, though. It's his baby just as much as it is mine.

I sighed to myself, why do I think?

When I think, I really ponder things. The good and the bad. The achievements I could receive, and more often the consequences.

I would hate myself if I didn't do this, though.

Freddie's Point of View

"I think I'm going to go prom dress shopping soon… I'm too psyched. Do you think pink would be a good color on me? Or maybe… orange? Maybe both, I don't know, what do you think, Freddie?"

"Sorry… I was distracted. Again."

"You always get 'distracted' when I talk about prom."

Carly rolled her eyes. I don't get how she went on and on about prom. I actually had to distract myself so I didn't have to listen to her talk about it. I mean, not that I'm annoyed at Carly or anything, but sometimes she can go on and on and on…

"What are you planning on doing prom?"

I suddenly became very tired, "I don't know… Carly. I might not go."

Carly suddenly came to a dead stop in the hallway. I had to look forward to see if there was some fight going on in the hall but there wasn't.

"What?"

"What?"

"What do you mean when you say that? It's senior year."

"It's just… my mom is supervising and why would I want to go if she's supervising. That's embarrassing.

She crossed her arms and continued to walk, "Or maybe it's just because of Sam."

Carly wasn't getting what I'm going though. At all.

"So what if it is? Carly, you aren't really getting what's going on right now with me and Sam."

"You told me."

"It's different when you hear it then when you are actually involved in it. I didn't tell you everything that happened. Every detail, did I? You don't get it, Carly."

It's not like your kind of "break ups" when you sob for an hour and then move on to a new one, I wanted to say.

Carly's face went blank, and I apologized.

Carly nodded, and looked at the posters on the walls as she passed in the hallway.

The next thing happened so quickly and I didn't understand what was going on.

I was pulled around a corner by Sam, leaving Carly watching confused before another one of her friends stopped to talk to her. For a second, I thought she was going to harass me, but then I remembered she matured from that a long while ago. I still didn't understand what she was doing though.

"Sam? What's… is something… wrong?" I had to ask, but by the look of her face, nothing seemed wrong.

"No, no…" She took my wrist, and said, "I just wanted you to feel something."

She put my hand onto her stomach. It was harder.

She wanted me to feel…her stomach?

"Yeah, Sam… it's… it's what happens when there is a baby inside you."

She looked at my confused, and then shook her head, "No, no just wait I think it will happen again."

I pulled my hand away, because I was confused at what was happening, "What's going on? Why are you-what are you doing?"

She had a look of regret on her face, like she's done something wrong.

"I felt the baby kick."

I counted on my fingers, even though it was stupid. She was 16 weeks.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I felt it and came to find you." She twiddled her thumbs, and watched them.

Her excitement was gone from her face.

"Why'd you get so quiet all the sudden?"

I knew why, I don't know why I even pretended.

"I… just wanted to let you know that I want you to be a part of it. I thought this moment might have been special to you," She cleared her throat, "maybe."

I grinned for half a second before she got to see, and took her down the hallway where it was isolated from everyone else.

"Do you really hate me?" She blurted out, and it caught me off guard.

"No, Sam, no… I didn't ever."

That was true. After everything, I can't ever hate Sam. I never did n all the years I've known her.

"Are you still mad at me then." She didn't really say it as a question, she sounded like she knew the answer. Her eyes were fixed on the floor tiles.

"No."

She looked up, her eyes wide, "Really? You aren't?"

"No. Look, I know you regret what you said. I believe you. You just ran through the halls, which, by the way, be more careful, Sam."

She let out a laugh and looked up.

"…just to tell me." I finished.

Her eyes were shiny, and a second later I realized a tear rolled down her cheek. Her lip quivered.

She took a step to the right, covered her mouth a little with her first, and stepped back, like she was embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

It took me a moment to decide to open my arms to her, and she collapsed right into me.

"I, really-I'm sorry, and I need you." Her breath was shaky, and she gasped for air.

I suddenly pulled her and squeezed her.

"Relax, now, Sam. Just… relax, it's okay."

She sobbed for a little while until she calmed down, and I couldn't really tell what she was crying for. Happiness, or just stress.

She looked worn out, and tired. She didn't look the same, and she didn't have the hard edge she always has.

She pulled away, and wiped her arm, "Stupid mood swings."

Without her saying, I knew she was realizing how soft she's before. Not rock hard Sam, anymore.

Sam's POV a few days later

Freddie never did get to feel the baby kick yet. It only happened one other time, and he wasn't there. They would occur more often as I get further.

I've lost my structure, in other news. It's gone. I'm soft. People may as well call me "Soft Sammy" because now I'm finding myself crying everyday. It's too much to think about. The baby, my life, my future, my personality change, Freddie, everything about me.

Everything has gotten better though. Freddie is here now, and I feel like I'm not alone. It's real nice knowing someone is going to be here for you, no matter what goes on.

When Freddie found out I never went to the appointment, he flipped.

"What do you mean you never went? Sam! It's really important!"

He wasn't mad though. He's just protective. He'd be one of those protective dads if we kept the baby. Which we aren't, but I can't help what I daydream about.

So now, I was laying down on the uncomfortable cushion getting another ultrasound. Freddie was sitting on a chair by the ultrasound screen. He's excited; he hasn't seen it before.

"Everything is okay, right? The baby's okay?" I asked the woman setting up the materials.

"Yes, honey, everything seems to be okay so far. You just can't be too cautious, you should have come weeks ago."

I nodded, and she told me to lift up my shirt, and put the cool jelly on my stomach.

I flinch every time.

As I waited, trying to distract myself, I asked Freddie, "How's everyone doing?"

He clapped his hands together, "Carly's talking to me again, you know that. Spencer, I just found out, has been seeing a girl named Alicia for 6 months. My mom still doesn't….know." He shrugged, and glanced up to the nurse turning knobs on the machine.

I nodded slowly, "Spencer actually has a steady girlfriend? Like, for more than two days?"

"I know… I haven't met her, but he must really like her. He's 27; I think he's starting to settle down now."

"Hmm. And Carly… she still the same?"

"Uh, yeah. Still talks a lot about things… that I zone out on."

"Did she ever say anything about me?"

Freddie picked at his nail, "Not much. She said she misses having you around, though." He looked up at me, and I can tell that was the truth.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but she said that she doesn't exactly, so to speak, "forgive" you. I think you guys just need to work it out; talk. You guys used to be best friends, just like sisters. Everyone knows, in the school, and all the fans. iCarly fans, remember that show we all did?"

I shot him a lot, and he grinned, "Oh, come on, Sam. I'm just trying to make things better."

"I know."

A minute later, the screen was showing our baby on the screen.

The baby has grown since last time, to my surprise. There was no longer a tiny little figure on the screen, but it was bigger and looked more like a baby. My heart started beating.

"Woah," I heard Freddie whisper, "Can you tell if it's a boy or girl?"

"Not yet," The lady said, "but maybe by the next visit if you are lucky, you may be able to."

We all watched the baby on the screen. We were both kind of still in shock that it was actually ours. Created by us. Part of us.

"Freddie…" I said, without taking my eyes off the screen as the nurse kept re-positioning.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"I don't want to know if the baby is a boy or girl until the very end."

After a moment of quiet, he asked, "You don't?"

"No. I like surprises."

Another silent moment.

"Then neither do I."

"Why not?"

"Well if you don't, I don't. We are in this together."

I smiled, "Okay."

The nurse smiled, "Suit yourselves."

As Freddie stayed inside to set up another appointment, I walked outside and looked at the pictures.

This baby was going to be really cute. Maybe one day, we could visit him or her. I'll bet she'd be smart like Freddie.

I stepped aside to let someone pass. It was about, I'd say, a man in his late twenties. He wore ripped jeans, and a sweatshirt.

He glanced at me, the pictures, and my bulging stomach before muttering an insult that made my heart drop.

Why I just stood there in shock? I don't know. Why I didn't yell at him and make him regret it? I don't know. Why I let it get to me? I don't know.

All I knew was that I needed my rock hard shell back. I needed my nerve back, my attitude back, and my toughness back, and I was going to get it.