Chapter 2

"Are you almost ready Sam?" Freddie asked, watching his wife pack up their belongings. It had been one week since they had lost Charlotte, and the hospital was finally letting Sam go home.

"Yeah, almost ready just let me get-" Sam stopped. she picked up the little teddy-bear Carly had gave her before they left for the hospital. It wore a small pink T-shirt, the words "its a girl" printed in green across the front. Seeing this, Sam burst into tears, and collapsed on the bed. Freddie ran over to her side, rubbing her back gently.

"shh, its OK, everything is going to be OK" Freddie soothed over and over, though he himself felt tears pool in his eyes. The couple had waited so long to have a baby for themselves, after suffering from a miscarriage already before, the loss of another baby shattered the already fragile hearts of the young couple.

Freddie slowly walked Sam to their car. As soon as they arrived however, Sam stopped short at the sight of the babies empty car seat buckled into the back seat. "Sam-" he started but she cut him off,

"I'm OK, just take it out please." she calmly says, turning away.

Freddie sighed, and reached out to remove the dreaded seat. tossing it in the trunk of their car, he slammed the trunk down, and walked around to the drivers seat.

The drive home was silent. Every once in a while, She would sniffle, and Freddie would reach out and put a hand on her shoulder. To get to their house, Freddie had to drive passed Carly's apartment building. Usually, he barley noticed the large looming building, but he was surprised to see a swarm of police cars parked in front of the building.

"Whats going on there?" Sam asked, looking over at the building.

"probably nothing Sam, we'll ask Carly later but for now, lets just go home." Freddie answered, reaching out to squeeze his grieving wife's hand.

After driving for almost an hour, the couple finally arrived home. "Sam, let me go in first, to make sure Spencer didn't turn the house into a big sculpture again." Freddie said, remembering the last time Spencer had house sat for them. He really wanted to make sure there was nothing to remind them of their loss until they had a chance to settle back in.

"You go ahead, I'll get the stuff out of the back." Sam said, fully knowing why Freddie wanted to go in first.

Freddie quickly unlocked the front door, and shuffled inside. He was thankful that he had got around to taking the biggest things down while Sam was at the hospital, the swing, the highchair in the kitchen, the large playpen that Freddie had spent almost two hours putting together only two weeks before, had only taken five minutes to pull apart and store in the closet of the nursery. he quickly packed up the large pile of stuffed animals Sam had put out into the living room. He looked around, satisfied until he saw the pile of various colored baby clothes that they had been folding when She went into labor.

His mind flashed back to that day.

Sam had sulked around all day, complaining that there was nothing left to do, she was board, she wanted some kind of odd food that would require a road trip to get. "Fredork! charlie wants some juice!" Sam had whined at him, sprawled on the sofa, her hands lay gently on her swollen stomach, her feet resting on a pile of baby clothes that she was supposed to be folding. Freddie had been busy putting that accursed playpen together, cursing under his breath when the mental frame pieces clattered to the floor as he tried to tighten the last screw. Freddie jumped at the chance to get away from the dreaded project.

"Yeah what flavor? grape, apple, banana cream pie, I'll go find it!" the exasperated father-to-be said, sprinting towards the door.

"I think there's still some grape juice in the fridge." Sam said quickly before Freddie ran out the door.

"Oh yeah, right, I'll just go get that then-" Freddie replied, putting his coat sheepishly back on the rack.

"here you go babe, one cold grape-" Freddie stopped dead. Sam was standing up, a look of pure terror on her face.

"F-f-Freddie" she stammered, looking down at the puddle forming at her feet.

"Sam, no this can't-she can't-I didn't get the playpen-grape juice?" he stammered, still holding Sam's juice..

"Shut-up Fredork, this girl wants out!" Sam cried in desperation, clutching her large belly.

Some how, Freddie managed to pull himself together, sort of, and ran to grab Sam's bag, shoes, and coat he ran out of the house, and got to his car. "don't worry, I've got this." he stated, pulling out of the drive way. He was half way down the street, when he realized something was missing. "OH SHOOT!" he cursed himself under his breath and made a U-turn driving back down the street towards his house. He pulled back into the drive way to see his wife standing on the porch, a mix of anger and worry on her face.

"What, did you decide to have the baby yourself huh Fredwad?" Sam exclaimed, as Freddie ran around to help her down the stairs. Freddie was speechless, unable to say anything as he backed down the driveway, making sure Sam was safety buckled in the seat next to him. He was pulled out of his trance when they reached a red light and Sam reached over to slap him hard in the back of his head

"OW! What was that for?" Freddie cried, rubbing his head and continuing to drive.

"What? you think that HURT? WELL TRY BEING ME RIGHT NOW DIPTHONG!" the laboring mother-to-be screamed. she did not want to have her baby in the front of the car, but if he didn't drive faster, that's probably what was going to happen.

When they finally got to the hospital, Freddie ran around to Sam's side of the car, grabbed the bag off of Sam's lap, slammed the door, and ran inside. Sam sighed. "1... 2..." Freddie ran back out of the hospital and sheepishly opened Sam's door.

"I did it again." Freddie lamely stated. He pulled Sam up out of the Car, after which she slapped him up side the head again.

"Hurry up Dipthong! Mama's gonna have a baby!" she exclaimed, clutching her belly.

Freddie was pulled out of his memories by a hand on his shoulder. he turned around and saw Sam sullenly standing behind him. "you ok Freddie?" she asked quietly, turning him around and throwing her arms around his waist. the two quietly stood there for what seemed like forever, until a knock sounded at the door.