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It took a few days for her to come to the fact that she should do something about this.
She did the best thing she usually did. She didn't think.
She didn't think about the situation and acted like nothing was wrong. Acted like nothing was happening, and that she actually wasn't pre-
She couldn't even say the word.
But Sam had friends. Friend who cared, and knew when something was off. The only person who was brave enough to confront her at her current stage of weirdness was Mrs. Benson. (Or who Sam likes to call 'Crazy'.)
It was an autumn afternoon when Mrs. Benson brought up the conversation.
Since Freddie and Sam had started to date, Sam and Mrs. Benson (to sort out their differences for the sake of the one thing they both actually loved) had dinner together. Every Wednesday night. Freddie had late A.V. club meetings and wasn't home until late. So Mrs. Benson suggested that Sam and herself have an early dinner during those days.
At first, it proved that the dinner was no benefit to either one of them, but as time progressed, the two actually started to get along. The dinner started to become enjoyable, and Sam realized she could talk about anything around Mrs. Benson. Without having to think about what she said.
But the recent dinners had been oddly quiet. It had been a month since Sam found out about her "situation". She really wasn't talking, and was eating more than usual. (It actually was a lot of food, even for Sam.)
So Mrs. Benson asked what was wrong.
"Samantha, what is the matter?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You have been especially quiet, for the past weeks. I mean you usually talk to me about your day or how my son has annoyed you to no end," she chuckled quietly at those funny tales.
"Oh…um…nothing is wrong, I just have a lot on my mind," Sam said and nervously looked around the room.
Now what you might not have known, but Mrs. Benson was had a killer instinct that helped her realize what kind of situation was happening.
When Freddie was down about never kissing a girl, he didn't have to tell her that he was upset, or when he was confused after young Samantha kissed him then ran away at the lock-in. She could tell he needed some guidance.
But that talk she had with Freddie was a different story, for a different time.
Right now Mrs. Benson could tell exactly what was wrong with Sam. The signs were all there.
"Sam, when I was around your age, I met this boy who I was very in love with. Our relationship was just like yours. I was the bad girl, if you could believe that, and he was the nerdy boy.
"It took us awhile, but we eventually got together, but something happened that changed my life around." By this time Sam was hooked on the story.
"I had Freddie. I felt like I was such a disappointment. I didn't tell anyone what was wrong. But then I finally admitted it aloud. It turned out my boyfriend was very supportive. We got married and he helped raise Freddie with me until he died around when Freddie was seven. Then I moved here. The point of my story is, that if you have anything to say, don't be scared or embarrassed to say it aloud." Mrs. Benson ended.
"Mrs. Benson, I'm pregnant." Sam said softly.
The following Friday the gang was doing iCarly as usual. They were having a great time, until it was time to do their new segment, "Would You Eat This".
The segment was simple, Sam was suppose to show all the viewers different foods, take a bite of it, and ask them to vote which foods would they eat the most.
But when it was time for her to eat the chocolate covered bacon, her stomach started to rumble. As if morning sickness was taking over, she felt she had to go the bathroom, quickly. Carly went after Sam to hold her hair back. After Sam was done, Carly asked Sam once and for all what was the matter.
Sam was done hiding this from her best friend.
"Carly, I'm pregnant."
That night, Sam and Carly cried until they fell asleep.
Sam wasn't thinking what would happen at school the next day. Let's just say the truth was about to come out.
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