A/N: Here ya have it!
"You have a great place." Freddie commented.
"Thanks, it's the perfect size for me and Dylan." Sam replied.
At the mention of Dylan's name he became curious of Sam's life without him. She led him down a hall to the kitchen and told him to sit down. As he did she pulled two plates out of the oven and placed them on the table. She took the foil off the tops and he was shocked to find-not hotdogs and a Fatcake-a steak and steamed vegetables. She went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a salad.
"I thought we were going out to eat?" he recalled.
"I never said that." she replied. "And besides, I don't want to."
Freddie chuckled. "Okay, then."
After a few bites and compliments on the food he finished and looked at her expectedly.
"What?" she asked rudely.
"You had a reason not to talk to me at the restaurant, what is it?"
Sam looked at him for a second and then sighed. "Alright, um…" she drifted off.
He watched her closely, noticing her eyes seemed to be looking everywhere but him. "How's everyone been doing? Are you still in touch with Gibby, Brad, Wendy…?"
"Brad and Wendy got married, they live in New York. They have a daughter and a son, twins. She owns a Gossip Magazine."
"I should of guessed that one." Freddie sighed leaning back in his chair.
Wendy had always been a gossip, but Sam was still, sort of, friends with her.
"Spencer got married to Sasha." she continued. "She's expecting a girl."
"Oh, wow. I actually did see them getting together one day." he nodded.
"I know." she laughed shortly.
"What about Carly and Gibby?" he questioned. He was still curious as to why she avoided the question last night of them and Dylan's father.
"Um…" she cleared her throat quickly. "Carly and Gibby started dating in college."
"What?" he laughed.
"Yeah, then they got married a week after they graduated." she finished.
"That's insane! I never pictured them together!" he declared.
She laughed along with him, though it was forced. "Yeah…"
"So are you going to tell me who and where Dylan's father is? I mean, you don't have to tell me but…?"
"Gibby." she muttered.
Freddie's eyes grew wide. She had a baby with…Gibby? This really grossed him out and shocked him. Would she really let Gibby touch her? No!
"Yeah…"
"And then Carly divorced him…?" he asked slowly.
"No!" she sighed. "Carly and Gibby got married. Dylan isn't my son. He-he's Carly and Gibby's."
"Carly left him?" he whispered shocked.
"No." she shook her head.
Freddie scooted his chair closer to her and took his hand in his. "What is it?"
She took a shaky breath and looked him in the eyes. "Six years ago, I was watching Dylan while Gibby and Carly went on a date night, Dylan was only six months old. Around nine o'clock I got a call from the police," Freddie watched her closely, noticing the tears in her eyes, begging to fall. "The driver of the semi-truck was drunk and didn't stop at the red light. He left the hospital with a broken arm and Carly and Gibby never left."
She burst into sobs against Freddie's chest while he just sat there with wide eyes as she drenched his polo.
"That night I promise myself, Carly and Gibby I would take care of Dylan and never let anything happen to him." she cried.
"Oh, my god." he whispered.
"I'm sorry," she whispered sitting up. She wiped her eyes and picked up the plates placing them in the sink. "We told your mom, you didn't show up for graduations, the wedding or the…funerals."
"I kind of stopped talking to my mom," he said as he stood up. "she kept telling me what to do."
"Yeah." she laughed.
"How did Mr. Shay and Spencer take it?" he asked walking up to her.
"Mr. Shay took it hard, he died at sea a year later." she replied. "And Spencer, he took it the hardest. He's not sculpting anymore and refuses to see Dylan. He reminds him to much of Carly."
"I knew he looked familiar." Freddie murmured.
"I'm sorry I dumped all this on you." she apologized and turned to him.
"It's alright, I needed to know." he told her facing her also.
"And Dylan doesn't know, so don't mention it, please." she instructed him.
"Alright," he answered.
She looked up at him. He began to lean slowly and she followed suit. He moved his hand the back of her neck and pulled her closer, faster.
"We're home!" called Dylan.
They broke away quickly and awkwardly.
"Momma!" he cheered and ran into her arms. "And momma's date."
Sam blushed and stared at Suzie. "I thought I said nine?" she asked.
"It is nine." she replied pointing to the digital clock behind Sam. "I'll see ya later. Nice seeing you again Freddie! Later, little man."
"Bye!" the boy waved as she left the room and then looked back at his mother innocently. "I'm going to go change."
"That's a good idea." she agreed giving him a look.
After he left the room Sam began cleaning up the rest of the food. After she asked Freddie to wait a second she went to tuck Dylan in.
Freddie trailed behind her, keeping a safe distance and watched as she and the kid laid on their backs, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling.
"Alright, squirt." she sighed. "What is the question of the night?"
"Who's my daddy?" he asked.
Freddie saw Sam slightly flinch. "Um," she cleared her throat nervously. "I'll tell you when you get older."
"How old?"
"Ah, ah, ah." she got up and waved a finger at him. "One question a night."
"Aw." he pouted.
Sam sighed. "You'll know when your old enough."
Dylan laid down and Sam stepped out shutting the door behind her.
"Sorry about that." she smiled.
"That's okay." he replied.
"I have to get up early tomorrow so…" Sam told him after a short awkward pause.
"Yeah, okay." he nodded in return and followed her to the door.
"Night." she said softly, gripping the doorknob so hard her knuckles were turning white.
"Good night." Freddie murmured leaning his forearm against the door.
"Night." Sam nodded and shut the door quickly.
Freddie stood outside the door for a moment shocked and slowly made his way to his car.
On the other side of the door Sam pushed back up against it and slid down it until she was sitting. She put the palms of her hands on her eyes, trying to stop the tears. Freddie said he would be back after college. He didn't though. It's ten years later. She never thought she might see him again and now she has and…she can't handle it.
"Oh, gosh…" she sighed and stood up. She walked into her room and closed the door tightly. She dressed into her pajamas and brush her hair and teeth before crawling into bed. She looked over at her nightstand where a picture of Dylan stood. It was his first professionally taken picture and he did great. She smiled thinking of her little man. Sometimes she wishes she could tell him though. Maybe one day she will…
There ya go! Hope you liked it! I had a bit of a writers block at the end though. I hate that. Don't you? Now, I have a poll on my profile that I'd really like if you give me your input. It's for a fanfic I'm working on, but I need to know how to start it! Please check out the poll and vote! Anyway, review! And thanks to everyone who Alert/Favorite this story!
-Rachel