Chapter 8
Friends
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Maisie came home at about six that day from school with Freddie. I was home for about half an hour and had started dinner.
"Hey sweetie," I said as her and Freddie walked in.
"Hey," they both said together.
I laughed. I had the perfect family.
"Where's Minnie?"
Maisie said excitedly.
"She's sleeping. Why don't you
leave her until after dinner."
"OK."
"Maisie are you
going to tell mom about your new friends?" Freddie said.
"You
meant new friends?"
"Yeah, well there was this girl called
Hannah. She would probably be more girlier than me and then she has
this dorky friend called Matthew."
"Doesn't that sound
familier?" Freddie said looking at me.
"So why don't you invite them over sometime?"
"Saturday?"
"Sure."
"You
know Maisie, your mom, Carly and I used to have a web show called
iCarly. Did mom ever talk about it?"
"Yeah all the time,"
Maisie said with a smile.
"Well your mom wasn't...the
politest person ever to me. She used to call me names like dork and
now look at the two of us."
"Ugh so what are you saying I'm
going to end up marrying Mattweird."
"No but as I used to
always tell your mom when a girl consistently pucks on a guy it
simply just means she has a crush on him."
I smiled at him. He said that to me
so many times before eventually we began dating.
"Sam, dinner,"
he said looking over to me.
I had completely forgot. I ran to the
kitchen and smoke was coming from the oven. I pushed it away with my
handoven mit.
"Dinner's ready," I said.
Freddie and Maisie took their seat
at the dinner table as I brought out the chicken. It was pretty burnt
but you could still eat it. I cut a bit up for Maisie and a piece for
Freddie. They both looked at it.
"There is no way I'm eating
that," Maisie said.
"Pizza?" Freddie asked her.
"Sure. Let's go."
We all left and went to an Italian Restaurant.
"Table for three please," Freddie said to the waiter as he showed us to our table.
We all took a seat.
"This smells so much better than
mom's chicken anyway," Maisie said.
"Hey, it wasn't that
bad. When you're mom was younger Carly and Spencer used to do all
the cooking for her. Oh and grandma."
"It's not my fault. I just completely forgot. It never usually happens. Every other meal has been fine that I cooked."
Yeah I know but this is nice. The
first time the three of us have been out together as a family."
I
smiled. We ordered food and drinks and the waiter brought us them
out. It was delious. So much better than what my burnt chicken would
have been like.
When Freddie, Maisie and I went home
we played with Minnie for about an hour. She was so cute and had
settled in last night really well. Maisie was so happy.
"Maisie,
it's time for bed. You have school tomorrow," I told Maisie.
"Fine," she said as she left to
get ready for bed.
"I'll be in, in five minutes."
"So,
was that dinner nicer than my chicken I made."
"Anything is
nicer than that."
I threw a pillow from the couch at him.
"Hey," he said as he lifted one behind him and threw it at me.
"I'll go and say goodnight to Maisie," I said getting up.
"This isn't over Puckett!"
"It's
on Benson."
I left and went in and tucked Maisie into bed before
giving her a kiss on her forehead. I smiled as I turned of the light
and left her room.
"Ready Miss Puckett?"
"Ready,"
I said as Freddie and I started our pillow fight.
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