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"In 5…4…3…2…" said Freddie in his usual manner while Sam and Carly danced around the iCarly studio.

"I'm Sam…"

"And I'm Carly…"

"And this is iCARLY!" Sam hit the button on the blue remote to activate the cheers.

Freddie couldn't help but laugh along with his two friends.

"Today we are talking about babies," Carly started.

Sam grabbed the camera lens. "BABIES!"

The show started with pictures of Carly, Sam and Freddie as babies while Carly explained how Sam and Freddie had to do an assignment about parenting to the audience sitting at home. As if on cue Scott started to cry.

"Aw Scott! Come on! We're in the middle of a show. This is not the time!" Freddie fiddled with the baby trying to keep the camera steady, but it didn't work.

Carly grabbed the camera and pointed it at the technical producer. Freddie was wearing a baby pouch with Scott in it. "Sam you have to change him."

"I don't do diapers." Sam lay down in the middle of the studio refusing to get up.

"You do if you want to pass." Freddie tried to move her to no avail.

"Your mom's not here you nub!" she said kicking him in the shins.

Freddie rubbed his leg while still holding Scott. "We can show her the tape. You still get the marks."

"I dunno how to do it." Sam crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Freddie.

Carly pointed the camera at her stuffed toys. All of them were wearing fresh diapers. Sam had been practising all morning.

After much encouragement from both Carly and Freddie, she finally gave in and started to remove the diaper. "Oh my gosh…SCOTT'S A GIRL!"

Carly was still holding the camera and Freddie was helping to hold the baby on the table. "Scott's not a girl. He's a doll. He doesn't need the boy parts."

Sam threw the diaper at Freddie. "How would you know? I'm the one that gave birth!"

Freddie looked aghast and gave a pleading look to Carly, but she was just having to much fun. The audience at home were going to love this. "HE'S NOT REAL! THIS IS NOT REAL!" He threw the diaper back at Sam trying to make his point very clear.

Sam was taking none of it. She was having way to much fun winding Freddie up live on camera and she wasn't stopping anytime soon. Turning to face the camera she put on a hurt voice. "See? See what the real Freddie is like? Disrespecting his child and his wife. See what I have to live with?"

"YOU'RE NOT MY WIFE!" Freddie screamed at the crazy girl in front of him. In a softer voice he added to the camera, "She's not my wife."

Sam smirked before pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from her combat shorts. Smoothing it out, she held it up to the camera for the nation to see. It was the mock birth certificate that Mrs Briggs had given them on the first day of the assignment. She pointed at her name. SAMANTHA JOY BENSON. "Even after all the love I give him, he still remains as cold hearted as ever. See what I married?"

"SAM! STOP! YOU KNOW I LOVE CARLY!" Freddie hadn't meant to say it out aloud live on camera but he just had. Sam and Carly froze. And while Carly looked highly embarrassed at the terribly uncomfortable situation Sam grinned and through herself at Freddie's feet. She wasn't going to admit it but she was having so much fun pretending to be the dork's wife.

"NO!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME AND SCOTT!! WE LOVE YOU!!" Sam wailed grabbing Freddie's legs causing him to trip over.

After regaining her brain activity, Carly, swivelled the camera around to face her, away from the squabbling pair. "Sorry about that. Totally unplanned. But that's all we got time for." She stopped recording. "And we're clear."

Sam stood up and ran for the exit. "All this acting is making mama hungry for some fried chicken."


As Sam raided the Shay's fridge she could hear Freddie complain to Carly about all of Sam's antics on the show. She rolled her eyes grabbing a tub of leftovers and making her way to the other two. "Quit complaining. You were the most embarrassing out of all of us. I LOVE CARLY! Man, you sounded like a complete daffodil."

"Well you got me all whipped up!" Freddie shouted back giving a quick sideways glance to Carly. A small tinge of pink appeared on his cheeks.

Carly, sensing that another argument was about to ensue, suggested that they all look at the comments for the show as a way of defusing the anger. There were a ton of comments. All about Freddie and Sam. This was not going to help.

"Sam and Freddie are so cute together, are they a couple?"

"Sam and Freddie should totally get together; it's so obvious they like each other."

"FREDDIE YOU DIRTBAG! LOVE YOUR WIFE AND CHILD!"

Reading the comments, Sam was beaming, knowing that Freddie was going to freak. She was bang on target. Freddie threw his hands in the air as a sign of giving up. "I'm going home." Pointing at Sam, "you better not follow me."

"As if I would!" Sam retaliated watching Freddie head to the door, slightly disappointed that the fun was over. "Oi! Don't forget the kid," she yelled as an afterthought. She was not going to take that thing home if it wasn't her turn. Twirling her chair around to face Carly, she found her best friend looking at her in a strange way. "What?" said Sam with a mouth full of chicken.

"You know…Freddie isn't bad looking…" raising her eyebrows Carly looked meaningfully at Sam.

Sam grabbed another piece of chicken from the carton. "Then you go out with him. The nub's been in love with you for like ever. It would make his life."

"It didn't work out last time. But maybe it will with the kid." Carly attempted to contain her laughter.

"Hands off my boys!!" Sam growled.

There was a pause before both girls erupted into giggles.

"So you admit Scott is a boy." Carly asked after they had calmed down.

"I'll admit I like making Freddie's life a misery," said Sam delving into yet another drum stick.


"Why am I here Benson?" Sam asked standing in the apartment opposite the Shay's. The dork had text her to come around to the apartment after school but hadn't said why.

"Apologise to my mom."

Seriously? He had to be kidding. "That's why you called me round?"

"No. Just do it so we can get on with the task."

Marissa stood in the kitchen looking expectantly at the Puckett girl.

Freddie looked too smug standing next to her so Sam shoved him. "Fine. Whatever. I'm sorry for making you think that your son and I had sex."

"And?" Freddie prompted.

"And your multi-grain toast is delicious it was a delight eating it." Sam nearly puked at the memory. "So? What do we have to do?"

"I want to watch both of you bathe Scott so I can sign you off." Marissa said ushering them into the bathroom.

For the next 15 minutes, Sam and Freddie washed the doll as if it was a real baby while Marissa gave instructions on what the best way was. Sam thought the whole thing was a bunch of chiz but was glad she didn't have to do it herself. Both Freddie and Sam were on their knees, kneeling over the bathtub, while Scott was silent for once. As they finished Sam wrapped Scott in a towel and handed him to Freddie's mother. Marissa had offered to put the baby to 'sleep' while the teenagers cleared up the bathroom.

But Sam was in no mood to clear up. She scooped some bubbles from the left over water and plopped them onto Freddie's styled hair. He gave her a murderous look before wringing out the bath sponge down Sam's top. Sam gasped before initiating a fully fledged water fight.

Somehow, Sam hadn't realised how strong Freddie had actually become because he had managed to pin her down onto the bathroom floor. She was so surprised that she stopped struggling.

"I win," he said smiling. Sam was all too aware that Freddie's face was inches from hers. She couldn't place the look in his eyes as he stared at her, and that unnerved her a lot. Without warning, Freddie leaned lower, closing the gap on their lips. She could have easily kicked him where it hurts, but she made no attempt to. She couldn't believe that she was going to kiss Freddie Benson a second time, willingly.

Sam closed her eyes and held her breathe just as she heard a shrill scream. "FREDWARD KARL BENSON! GET OFF OF THAT GIRL RIGHT NOW!"

Sam's eyes snapped open as Freddie scrabbed to his feet. His mom grabbed his arm and dragged him away telling him all about the horrors of kissing girls.

As Sam shook herself back to reality she trudged her wet self across the apartment.

"MOM!" She heard Freddie scream as Marissa began to spray him.

Sam couldn't help but laugh. "BYE FREDDORK!" she said as she left the apartment.

Though she tried, that evening, she couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Mrs Benson hadn't walked in? And that scared the chiz out of her.


AAWW!! Sam's starting to like Freddie! So that was chapter 3...

If you want chapter 4, you know what you have to do! :D

DDF

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