Cue the horrible chapter! This whole story was just terrible...but thanks to everyone that hung around and I apologize for giving you this crap as an ending.

Enjoy...

"Spencer?" Sam laughed happily, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

He shrugged, a grin playing on his lips. "Do you still need someone to walk you down the aisle?"

"Yes!" she ran up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and he hugged her back.

"Cool, Sasha and I will be there, we promise." He told her and she cheered.

Freddie smiled from his spot at the table. This was good for the both of them.

After Spencer had left, Sam plopped back on the sofa and grabbed the phone, switching on the TV. As she flipped through the channels, she ordered a meatlover's. Freddie sat down next to her, propping his feet up on the coffee table and crossing his ankles. He casually laid an arm over the back of the couch behind her and tugged on her ponytail.

"Stop it, Benson." She ordered, batting his hand away as she settled on cartoons.

"Who's Jason?" he asked.

Sam stiffened at his question. "Who?"

"At the therapist, you mentioned that you could just be using me to replace Jason. Who's Jason?"

Sam groaned, leaning forward and hiding her head between her knees before standing up and taking her ponytail out. When the doorbell rang, she pulled her hair back up and swiped Freddie's wallet off the coffee table, heading for the door. She paid for her pizza and sat back down beside Freddie, taking out a slice.

"Jason is my ex. I dated him a while before Carly and Gibby got in their car accident. He was Gibby's best friend and best man for their wedding."

"So…you thought that you were replacing Jason with me. Why?"

"I don't know why he ever came up," she admitted sheepishly, "He was a dirtbag."

Freddie laughed as he leaned into her neck. "Good, I don't want you to come to your senses anytime soon."

"Hmm, momma likey," she murmured, tilting her head, and Freddie responded with a chuckle against her skin. She froze and pushed on his shoulder, looking straight at him. "Wait, there's no ex-girlfriends I need to know about are there?"

Freddie looked thoughtful for a moment and then he looked at her knowingly, "You could take 'em."

She nodded once and motioned back to her neck. "Continue."

(Time jump! It's the wedding day- because I can't write this story anymore and I just need to finish it! Don't shoot me.)

"Alright, Spence, ready to meet your nephew," Sam smiled, pulling on his hand. She lifted the skirt of her purple wedding dress and scooted around several people. Spencer hesitated slightly and turned to walk the other way but she tugged him back and pushed him toward a table.

He skidded to a halt next to Dylan and stared at him with wide eyes.

But Dylan didn't seem to notice him as he poked at his mashed potatoes and peas. He looked up and over to Sam. "I don't like potatoes and peas."

Sam came to stand next to Spencer. "I don't know what to tell you, kid."

Dylan pouted and Spencer blinked down at him. His brown eyes flitted to the mashed potatoes and peas and then back to his nephew. He sat down next to him and grabbed a fork and another plate of food.

"Hey, Dylan, if you don't wanna eat it, you can play with it!" he grinned.

Dylan stared at him. "Who are you?"

"I'm your uncle Spencer!" he cried, like it was a crime that Dylan didn't already know.

"I have a uncle?" he stared at Sam wide-eyed.

"Surprise," she said lamely, gesturing to Spencer.

The older man tapped Dylan's shoulder and got his attention. "See, watch; you sculpt the potatoes into any shape like this. And then you can toss your peas in…" he flicked several peas into the mound of potatoes. But one got away from him; it bounced off a glass of water and flew over his head and past Sam, hitting the side of an old woman's head. She gasped in surprise and looked around in confusion.

Spencer looked away, Sam laughed, covering her mouth with her hands, and Dylan stared at the old lady for a moment before letting out a loud laugh.

"Anyway," Spencer began, "You can put your peas in the mashed potatoes slowly and gently…"

"Hey, Sam," Freddie mumbled, walking up to her, eyes trained over her shoulder. "Who's that old lady?"

"I don't know," she answered truthfully. "She showed up after the food was served and when I tried asking her where she came from she started screaming at me in German. I think we should just leave her alone."

"Sounds good," he nodded and looked at Spencer and Dylan as they played with their food. "What's going on here."

"I think he's gotten his sculpting skills back."

"I knew Dylan would do it."

"Me, too,"

"So, how are you, wifey?" Freddie teased, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I wanna talk to you about something." She whispered. "I don't know if this is a good time or not, but I'm pregnant."

He half-smiled, leaning away from her a little. "Are you—?"

"You're pregnant!" Spencer exclaimed in shock, standing up and knocking it backwards, successfully gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

Sam chuckled and looked away awkwardly as Freddie face-palmed.

So yeah. Review?

Sorry for that. The epilogue will be up in the next few minutes.

"Dead inside. My heart and soul flat-lines. Put your mouth on mine, and bring me back to life. Dead inside. No other satisfies; my blood runs dry, take my life, save me from this death inside."

-Rachel