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Freddie unlocked the front door and closed it tightly behind him before trudging to the couch. He kicked his shoes off and shrugged out of his jacket. He fluffed one of the pillows on the end before grabbing another and lied down, trying to sleep as comfortably as one could on a sofa when their ex (?)-fiancé was sleeping in the bedroom down the hall.

It wasn't for an hour that he slept quite restlessly when he was awoken by Dylan, looking over him with an expression of confusion.

"Freddie, why are you sleeping on the couch?"

Freddie yawned. "Oh, right, don't worry, bud; everything's okay. I just couldn't make it to the bedroom, I guess. Here, come on, I'll tuck you back into bed."

"Okay," Dylan let Freddie lift him onto his hip and he sighed. "Freddie, why does mommy have nightmares?"

Freddie let out a slow breath as he pulled the covers over the kid. "Well, a few years ago, she lost a couple of good friends in a car accident. She basically has nightmares about it happening."

"Oh…is she going to be okay?"

"She'll be fine. Don't worry."

"Freddie," he stopped in the doorway and looked back at Carly and Gibby's son, and pain filled his chest at the reminder that he had been gone far too long. "I can't wait until you and momma get married and you're my daddy. I never knew my real daddy, you know."

"Yeah," Freddie nodded with a small smile and closed the door.

He hesitantly peeked into Sam's room and his brown eyes landed on her tossing and turning in her bed. He licked his lips and entered without another thought.

And he was right there when she needed the comfort that she only accepted from him.

"Suzie," Sam smiled into the phone.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" the woman asked tenderly on the other line. "Is everything alright over there?"

"Perfect. You can start up on the wedding planning again."

"Great, this is gonna be so much fun—wait, what?! Are you serious?"

"Yeah, Suzie, we're serious." Freddie spoke up before sipping his coffee.

"Oh, yes! This is officially gonna be the best wedding ever!" she squealed. "Okay, I've got stuff to do! I'll call you if I need you for anything, okay? Okay."

"Sometimes she's just a little too excited about this wedding…" Sam mumbled, looking down at her blue PearPhone.

"Eh, who cares? At least we're getting married. Okay, let's get going. Our appointment is in an hour; and this therapist will be better, I swear. He was recommended by a friend."

"How good is this friend?"

"Pretty good; I've known him for about three years. He's trust worthy."

"If you say so; but if this guy tries to interfere with our relationship, two idiots are gonna get kicked in a very bad place."

3 Weeks Later

"Alright, man, it's time to leave; come on." Marcus called through the apartment. "You haven't been to the set in a week! That's not good, bro."

"I know, I'm coming," Freddie nodded, tying his necktie as he hurried into the living room.

"Have fun, boys," Sam said from her place on the couch, flipping through a magazine.

"Freddie! Marcus! Freddie! Marcus! Freddie and Marcus! Marcus and Freddie!" Dylan cried, bouncing in front of the men.

"Yeah, dude, what's up?" Marcus laughed, putting a hand on the boy's head to halt his jumping.

"Can I go to work with you guys? Please?! I'll be good! I promise! Please!" he begged; his brown, Carly eyes wide and innocent.

"If it's alright with your mother, I guess." Freddie shrugged.

"Please, mom?"

"It's alright with me, baby."

"Then it's okay with me." Freddie smiled.

"Awesomesauce!" Dylan cheered.

"Hey, why don't you go out and do something while I've got the kid?" Freddie suggested, leaning into his fiancé's ear, warm breath sweeping over her cheek. "Do some shopping or something. And pick me up something?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Sam grinned at him. "You got it, Dorkwad."

"Can you get me something, too, momma?" Dylan asked, butting into the conversation.

"Of course," Sam kissed him quickly and stood up, about to head to her bedroom to change out of her sweats so she could go shopping.

"What about me? Don't I get anything?" Marcus wondered, fake hurt lacing his voice.

"Get your wife to buy you something, dip." She quipped, and sauntered out of the room.

Okay, I'm working on finishing this up in just five more chapters. So this will be finished soon, I promise. I have a ton of stuff to work on and I'm trying to finish some other things so I can work on those things. :)

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Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly scorned. -Song of Solomon 8:7

-Rachel