Hello all. I didn't realize that it had been this long since i posted the last chapter. Sorry about that. I had it written, but I just didn't notice how long it had been. I hope you all enjoy it.


About an hour later, Spencer found himself waiting on a bench outside of Sam's room at the hospital. After Sam was admitted and brought back into her room, she was forced against her will to wear a hospital gown, something she deemed torture. It took about 15 minutes for them to put the needle in her arm. Sam was stalling, asking questions about the meds she was receiving. She didn't do great with needles.

Spencer picked up his phone and dialed the first number.

"Hey Heather. I just wanted to call you and tell you that I'm at the hospital with that friend that I am helping out. I don't know how long it's going to take. I didn't want you to worry."

"Hospital? Is Sam alright?"

"Um, what do you mean 'is sam alright?' Why wouldn't she be?"

"Spencer, I know that Sam is pregnant."

"What?! How do you know that? Only I knew that, well and Freddie of course."

Heather laughed at him. "Your son spilled the beans when we were making lunch. He overheard you and Sam saying that she was pregnant and feeling sick. He wanted to make sure Sam was going to be okay so he asked me about it. I put two and two together. I already told him not to tell anyone else."

"Okay, well since you know. She's been having bad morning sickness, so I took her to the doctor. Apparently she is severely dehydrated and needed to come to the hospital to have a drip put in so she can get better. I'm staying with her at least until Freddie can get here."

"Well is Freddie coming there now?"

"I haven't called him yet. Sam is insistent that I not call him until after work, but I'm going to give him a call as soon as I get off of the phone with you. If it were you in here, I would want him to call me right away."

"Well I hope Sam feels better. I'll see you later at home. Keep me updated."

"I will. Bye Heather."

Spencer hung up and then quickly dialed Freddie's cell. Unfortunately there was no answer. He instead called his work phone, which he would only call in an emergency. Still no answer. Freddie was probably in the middle of something and couldn't talk at the moment. After waiting 15 minutes, his phone rang. It was Freddie.

"Hey Freddie."

"Hey Spencer. Sorry about that. I was in a meeting and I just couldn't talk right then. How's Sam doing?"

"That's what I need to talk to you about. You see, I made Sam go to the doctor today cause she wasn't doing so well. They said she was severely dehydrated from vomiting all morning, and they sent her to the hospital."

"The hospital! Oh my god, Sam hates hospitals. Are you there with her at least?"

"Yeah, I've been here with her. She's doing alright Freddie. There is no reason to panic."

"I know. I trust you to keep her safe. I'm heading there right now. I'll be there in 20 minutes." Freddie quickly packed up his stuff at his desk to leave.

"Are you sure Freddie? I can stay with her until you get done with work." Spencer looked in through the window to where Sam was lying in her bed. She looked nervous.

"No I am coming to the hospital. Sam is more important. They can get along without me. I'll see you in 20. And Spencer, thank you so much for everything."

"No problem. I'll see you when you get here. Drive safe."


Heather opened her apartment door to see Carly and Gibby on the other side.

"Oh hey guys. Why aren't you at work?"

"Well, Carly had the day off today, and I took a half day." Gibby walked into the apartment.

"Heather, have you heard from Sam? She isn't answering my phone calls. I tried calling her cell and her work, but she isn't there. It's not like her to ignore me. I hope everything is okay."

Heather knew exactly why Sam wasn't taking Carly's phone calls, but this was supposed to be a secret. "I'm sure Sam is fine. You know Sam. She is probably just out buying a ton of bacon." A beeping noise was heard coming from the kitchen. "Oh give me a minute guys. I'm baking cookies, and the oven is ready." Heather walked away from the pair.

Ethan walked over to Gibby. "I know what's wrong with Aunt Sam."

Gibby lowered himself to Ethan's level. "You do? Well what's wrong?"

"I'm not supposed to tell you."

Carly lowered herself as well. "Ethan, if you tell us, I'll give you, um…" Carly searched through her purse. "This coughdrop!"

"ew. Gross." Ethan made a face of disgust.

"Okay. I'll take you to the toy store later this week to pick out something really cool. Just tell us what is wrong with Sam." Carly urged him on.

"Aunt Sam is sick. Mommy was talking to daddy on the phone and said hospital."

"Hospital! Oh no. I wonder what is wrong with Sam. If she is bad enough to go to the hospital then it must be serious. Sam would never willingly go herself to the hospital." Carly pulled out her phone to dial Freddie.

"Wait!" Ethan shouted. "You can't tell anyone. It's a secret."

Gibby picked up Ethan. "Why is a secret buddy?"

"Aunt Sam is going to have a baby."

"What?!" Carly shrieked. "Sam is pregnant!?"

Heather came running into the room after hearing Carly yell. "Ethan! You weren't supposed to tell anyone." She took Ethan from Gibby. "I guess since my son can't keep a secret to save his life I might as well tell you. Sam is pregnant, but wanted it to be a surprise so she didn't tell anyone but Freddie. Apparently she's been having morning sickness, and Freddie asked Spencer to check up on her today. He took her to the doctor who sent her to the hospital because she is so dehydrated she needs an I.V. She will be fine though. Just needs some fluids."

"We had better get down to the hospital. Sam is my best friend and I know she must be scared to death." Carly got out her car keys.

Heather stopped her. "Wait, if we all go down to the hospital it will ruin the surprise Sam wanted to give us."

"But, we all know anyways, so it won't be a surprise anymore. We might as well just tell her that we know."

"Mommy I want to go see Aunt Sam!" Ethan spoke up.

"Alright. Let's go see Sam. Just let me take my cookies out of the oven. The last thing I need is to start a fire."

Gibby turned to her. "Yeah I thought that was Spencers job."


Freddie parked the car and ran into the hospital. "Excuse me." He said to the older lady at the desk. "My wife was taken here earlier. Samantha Benson."

"Yes, Samantha is in room 423. That's on the 4th floor. East wing."

"Thank you." Freddie thanked the lady before taking the elevator to the right floor. Turning down the east wing he saw Spencer sitting outside of her room.

"Spencer. How is she?"

"She's fine man. She just has to stay here until she isn't dehydrated anymore and can keep food down."

"Thank you so much. If you didn't take her to the doctor something more serious could have happened."

"Thank me later. Go see your wife."

Freddie opened the door to Sam's room. "Yo Yo."

"Hey Freddie." Sam's smile lit up her face as her husband entered the room.

"Hi sweetheart. How are you feeling?" Freddie approached Sam's bed, pulling over a chair and sitting down.

"I'm alright. I thought I was just going to get nausea meds. Guess I was wrong."

Freddie took a hold of Sam's hand. "What exactly happened?"

"After you left this morning, I tried to eat some breakfast, but a few minutes later I threw it up. That happened 3 more times after that. I had been throwing up all morning. I just couldn't keep anything down no matter what I ate or drank. I guess throwing up so many times and not being able to keep any fluids in my system caused me to become dehydrated. Spencer made me go to the doctor, and he ran a test to confirm I was pregnant. It also confirmed that I was ill enough that I needed to come to the hospital to get an I.V."

"I should have stayed home with you today. I knew you were sick. I'm sorry."

Sam squeezed his hand. "No! You didn't know that it would be this bad. It isn't your fault. Morning sickness is normal. There was no way you could have predicted that it would get this bad. You are working on the music device promotion. It's important to you and the company."

"You are more important than the music device Sam. Screw work, I'm more concerned about you being so ill that you are being hospitalized. They can handle stuff without me if they have to at work, my coworkers are cool with that."

"Well, thank you for coming to see me."

"You are my wife and I love you. Of course I would be here for you. I know how terrified you are of doctors and hospitals. And I knew that someone needed to be here so that you didn't kill all of the nurses that walk into your room." Freddie kissed her hand that he was still holding.

"I love you too Freddie."

"So princess, when do you get sprung from this joint? Did they tell you how long you would be here?"

"Unfortunately they can't give me an exact time. They said I would most likely be here for the rest of the afternoon into the evening, and then they would check how my progress is. If I pass the test, then I can go home, but if I don't then I might have to stay overnight." Sam picked at the edge of the awful hospital blanket.

"Well, let us hope you pass with flying colors."

"I doubt that, you know my school record. I never did well on any tests." Sam and Freddie shared a laugh at her comment.

"Now that's not true. You aced that pregnancy test."

"Oh you are so funny Fredward."

"Now Samantha, there is no need for full names."

Sam leaned back onto the bed. "I don't like it in here."

Freddie pushed back some hair from her face. "I know you don't, but it will be over soon."

Knock Knock

"Uh Freddie, Sam?" Spencer walked into the room. "I know that you wanted to keep the whole pregnancy thing a secret until a little bit later, but, a little birdie found out and he kind of let the cat out of the bag, if you know what I'm saying."

"No, Spencer. I don't know what you are saying." Freddie answered.

"Ethan overheard Sam and I talking in your apartment today, and he ended up telling Heather and then he told Carly and Gibby. So everyone knows that you are pregnant, and everyone knows that you are here in the hospital."

Sam put her head in her hands. "Can this day get any worse. I wasn't exactly ready to tell anyone yet."

"Oh and also, everyone is outside waiting to see you."

"Perfect. Send them in I suppose." Sam motioned to Spencer.

Carly, Gibby, Heather, Spencer and Ethan all filed into Sam's hospital room. With all of the people in there, Freddie moved to sit on Sam's bed, giving Heather and Ethan the chair.

"Hey Sam, how are you feeling?" Heather asked as she placed Ethan on her lap.

"Oh you know, I'm just great. Sitting in this lovely uncomfortable bed in a hideous gown that they forced me to wear. Puking all day, and I have this lovely accessory hanging off of my arm pumping fluids into my body. How do you think I'm doing?"

"Sam." Freddie scolded her.

Sam looked over at Freddies face and saw that he was upset at her outburst. She knew that they were just concerned, and she had no right to act that way.

"I'm sorry Heather. I didn't mean to sound that cruel. You were just concerned. I should have been nicer about it."

"Not to worry Sam. I accept your apology."

Carly moved closer to Sam.

"Sam, I know that you are all nervous because you are in the hospital, but you will be out soon. This is to help you."

"Yeah. It's no big deal. Once I'm out of here, I'll get on those anti-nausea meds and be fine."

"So guys." Gibby pipped up. "Are you excited about becoming parents?"

Freddie turned towards him. "We haven't really had enough time to let it sink in yet. Ask me in about a month once I wrap my head around it."

"I don't know Freddie, it took me more than a month to wrap my head around becoming a dad." Spencer leaned against the wall. "I think for most men they don't feel that it's real until they hold their child. You may think that you are ready, or you may realize that you have a child coming, but until that child is born and you hold it, you don't feel like a father."

"Spencer, you didn't feel like a father until then because it took you all 9 months to actually grow up yourself. You've been a kid for so long, you didn't know how to be an adult. Except for those few times when you were scolding me as a teenager." Carly flicked him in the ear.

"Um, excuse me Carly, but I helped out when you were a baby. I knew plenty about what to do."

"Spencer. When did you do anything constructive when it came to me as a baby? The most you would do is set me on your lap as you played video games. Then when I started crying you would hand me back to Dad saying, 'I don't want it.' How is that helping out?"

"I would feed you….sometimes….if I remembered."

"This is why Dad was nervous to leave me with you when he deployed. At least I was old enough to get my own food by then."

Freddie stood up to interject. "Well there is no need to worry about me growing up. I think we would all agree that I am grown up and ready to be a father. So no worries about me forgetting to feed my own child."

Gibby moved to Carly. "We had better get going. Let Sam and Freddie have some time to talk and let Sam rest."

"Yeah." Heather stood up and held Ethan's hand. "Get better Sam, we will see you soon."

Spencer made to follow his wife and son out of the room when Freddie called out for him.

"Spencer. Thanks for everything today man. I owe you."

"Happy to help. Keep me updated on when you are getting out of here alright?"

Finally everyone had filed out of the room. "And with that, my beautiful wife, they are gone. We are finally alone."

"Hmm. If we were anywhere else and you said that, I would be all over you. But I think that is how we got into this mess in the first place."

Freddie scowled. "I don't like referring to our child as a mess. I'm excited about having a baby. I'm not excited that you are sick and have to be here in the hospital, but you heard Carly. There is nothing to be nervous about, you will be out of here soon."

Sam looked away from him. "It's not just the hospital that I'm nervous about. It's the whole thing. The pregnancy, the birth, being a mom; the whole shebang. Obviously my body is not doing very well with pregnancy and if this is any indicator of whats to come then yes I am very nervous. Then, I have to push a human being out of my vag."

"Okay, I could have done without that visual." Freddie rubbed his eyes to get the image that Sam had just put in his head, out.

"Well like it or not Freddie, You will probably have to see some of that." Sam sighed and laid back against the bed. "Then, after all of that we will have this little baby that we will have no clue what to do with. Let's face it Freddie, I didn't have a good example of a mom, and you barely remember your dad. How are we supposed to be parents?"

"Sam, first you need to calm down. Take a few deep breaths. This is only stressing you out and that is not good for you right now. It doesn't matter if we didn't have examples of good parents. We are our own people. Trust our instincts and we will do fine. There are baby books to prepare us for the whole pregnancy, and we have a whole slew of friends ready to help us with anything when the baby gets here. You are worrying too much."

"Maybe I am worrying too much. I just don't want to screw something up. I already feel bad about this whole thing today. It's my fault that I'm here. I should have realized that something was wrong."

"Now come on Sam, you can't blame yourself for this. Even I thought it was just normal morning sickness. I didn't expect it to be anything more extreme. Besides, the doctor says you should be better soon, and no harm done. However, from now on I want you to take it easy alright, no heavy lifting, eat less fat cakes, and don't work too hard."

"Oh my god, Freddie! How am I supposed to go to work? I can't teach dance classes when I'm pregnant. Not only is it unhealthy to work up that much of a sweat while pregnant, but who wants to see a whale do the harlem shake? Oh no."

"You have other dancers who can take over teaching all of your classes. You just worry more about the business aspect for a while and then a few months after you have the baby you can get right back to dancing. Just because you cant dance doesn't mean you have to lose the business. Besides, I would prefer you take some time off closer to your due date, and let me handle the working, and you handle cooking that child and relaxing."

"I think I can handle that. Thanks Freddie, I love you."


"Okay, well thanks for calling Freddie. I'll let everyone know. Hope Sam gets better soon. Bye." Carly Shay hung up the phone as she sat down at her kitchen table. She addressed the other four people in the room. "That was Freddie. He said the doctors ran another test on Sam. Her levels aren't good enough to be released yet. She's going to need to stay overnight. They say after a good nights sleep though that she should be better in the morning."

Heather laid a blanket over a sleeping Ethan on the couch. "Well I'm glad that she's getting the help she needs. Poor girl, she finds out she's pregnant and then the next day she is in the hospital. I hope the rest of her pregnancy goes better."

"Maybe if Sam gets out of the hospital tomorrow, I'll go spend some time with her after work. We can start thinking of ideas for the baby's room. That might make her feel better." Carly re-poured everyone another cup of lemonade.

Spencer took a gulp. "Carly, shouldn't you be thinking less about Sam's baby and more about your own wedding. You only have a little over 5 months left. Do you have most of the things planned?"

"Spencer, this is me you are talking about. The planner, the organizer, the freaks out about every little detail girl. I have most of the stuff planned. I have a venue, a reception. I've planned a caterer. Music is lined up, as well as decorations. I've already picked out my wedding dress and bridesmaid dresses, and Gibby picked out the tuxedos."

"Wait." Heather interrupted her. "I just thought of something. By the time of the wedding, Sam is going to be about 7 months pregnant."

Gibby smacked his hand on the table. "Oh great, now we are going to have to order more food for the reception. Sam eats enough as it is, but a pregnant Sam probably eats three times as much."

Heather just shook her head at Gibby's outburst. "Well I was talking about the fact that Sam will probably be pretty big and might need a special dress, but now that you mention it, we probably should think about ordering more food."

"My maid of honor is going to be 7 months pregnant at my wedding. That would be fine if it was anyone but Sam. With all of those hormones raging around in her body I fear for anyone who gets within a 10 foot radius of her. This could be interesting."

"Interesting, or scary?" Spencer finished off the last of his lemonade. "What's in this lemonade Carly, it tastes different from most lemonades."

"Oh it's my special lemonade!"

"Oh!"

"Ew!"

"Get it away!"


There you have it, Chapter 3! Everyone let me know what you thought, and review please!