chapter 3

"I got it Sam, just try to rest." Freddie said, as Sam collapsed on the sofa, pulling an impossibly small T-shirt onto her lap, folding it and unfolding it over and over. Freddie sighed, and pulled his hand through his brown hair.

He was shocked to see Spencer standing at the door. they hadn't seen him in almost seven years, on their wedding. "Hey Freddie, how is Sam doing? Carly texted me, I'm so sorry." He said, pulling Freddie in for a "man-hug"

"Not too good, wanna come in?" Freddie asked, gesturing towards the living room, were Sam was now laying on the couch, absently rubbing her empty belly.

"No, I couldn't, I just stopped by to check on you guys." the almost 40 year old said, putting his hand on his slightly graying hair.

"ok, see you later then?" Freddie asked, though he knew it would probably be weeks before they were up to seeing anyone.

"Yeah, later." Spencer absently said, "Again I'm so sorry."

"Bye Spencer." Freddie said, closing the door slowly.

"Who was at the door?" Sam asked, suddenly behind him.

"Uh, nobody, just Spencer." Freddie claimed, turning around and leading his wife back to the couch. he picked up the pile of close, and suddenly was overcome with anger, and sadness. He threw the tiny close against the wall and screamed, making Sam jump back in suprise. "I'm going to bed." He lamly stated, leaving Sam standing in shock.

He woke up with a start, beads of sweat falling off his forhead. Freddie sat up and looked around confused. He began to register that he was in his own bed, and it must have been late, because outside it was pitch black. He looked at the clock. 3:00 in the morning, and Sam still had not come upstairs. He threw the sheet off of the bed and quietly walked down the stairs. He could hear the Tv on, and leaned out to see Sam intently staring at the screen. "Sam, what are you doing? its almost 3:30 in the morning." He called, but got no responce. "Hey, did you hear me I said-" he was silenced by Sam, "SSSHHHH listen." she hissed. Freddie calmly sat next to his wife.

On the screen was Carly's apartment, Surrounded by police cars. "is this about this morning-" Freddie started, but again was silenced.

"EARLY THIS AFTERNOON, 24 YEAR OLD FORMER TV STAR CARLY SHAY FOUND MISSING. IT WAS THOUGHT BY OLDER BROTHER THAT SHAY WAS WORKING ON A MOVIE, AND LEFT EARLY LAST WEEK." the news woman said. "SHAY'S BROTHER HAD EXPECTED HER BACK, AND CONCERNED, VISITED HER AT HER APARTMENT. WHEN HE GOT THERE, HE STATES THAT HE GOT NO RESPONCE FROM KNOCKING AT THE DOOR, CALLING, OR EVEN THROUGH NEIGHBORS, NONE OF WHICH HAS HEARD FROM THE 24 YEAR OLD. FRUSTRATED, SHAY'S BROTHER BROKE THE DOOR DOWN TO GET INSIDE. AFTER DOING SO, HE WAS SHOCKED TO FIND THE APARTMENT A COMPLETE MESS, FURNICHURE TURNED OVER, PAPERS AND CLOTHING EVERYWHERE. HE STATES THE APARTMENT LOOKED TO HAVE BEEN RANSACKED. POLICE ARE STILL LOOKING FOR CLUES AS TO WHAT HAPPENED, AS WELL AS FOR SHAY HERSELF." The woman finished.

"Carly's missing?" was the only thing Freddie could think to say. He had just seen Carly a few weeks ago, only days before their baby-he couldn't finish his thought, it was to hard.

"You don't think this has anything to do with-" Sam started.

"Sam no, we both know Robert. He loved Carly more than anything, he wouldn't hurt her." Freddie reasured, more to himself than Sam.

"Yeah, your right, that's crazy. He's probably running around frantic looking for her." Sam stated, before standing up and stretching. "well, I'm going to bed, what are you doing?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, me too come on." he said, kissing Sam's cheek, and grabbing her hands to pull her up the stairs.

the couple walked quietly up the stairs, holding each other's hands softly. They both crawled into bed, Freddie pulling Sam into his arms.

A few hours later, Freddie woke up to find his arms empty, Sam side was also empty. "Sam?" he asked. There was no responce. he quickly sat up, threw the covers off, and walked out into the hall, noticing that the nursery door is slightly open, though he knows he closed it earlier. Freddie walked over to the room, and pushes the door open all the way, and see's his wife, fast asleep in the green rocker. He walks over, and gently kisses Sam's forhead, before picking her up and carrying her sleeping form back to their bedroom. "good night baby, I love you." He says, before crawling into the bed, and switching off the light.

Across town, A 24 year old woman with raven hair and dark eyes, silently watched the news. "POLICE ARE STILL LOOKING FOR CLUES AS TO WHAT HAPPENED, AS WELL AS FOR SHAY HERSELF." The newswomen said.

The women, with out a word, turned off the television, and stood up. She quietly shuffled over the the cradle set up at the other end of her living room. "SSSHHH, baby, SSSHHH, momma's here, mommy's not going to let you go." she cooed, looking into to the newborn girl's chocolate brown eyes, rubbing her hand over the babies fuzzy blond hair. "No, mommy won't let anybody hurt you." she cooed, giggling softly.

FIVE YEARS LATER

september 8th 2023

It has been almost five years. Almost five years since his life crashed. Almost five years since Carly Shay went missing, and was never found. Freddie and Sam had spent the last five years picking up the pieces of their shattered hearts. Sam had gone back to collage, and got a degree in culinary, as it turns out she was a fantastic cook. Freddie had gotten a job as a technical producer, and director of a hit Televition show that was filmed not far from where he and Sam moved a couple years ago.

Freddie was driving home exhausted, after another hard day at work. Sure, he loved his job, but sometimes the star of the show, 25 year old Amber tait, was still as much of a diva as she was as Carly's co-host when icarly was made into a TV show some time ago. Freddie smiled as he remembered back to that time. when Sam had beat up zeebo the dinosaur, and was deamed "pushie and aggresive" by the producer. He even laughed out loud at the time he had to rub ice all over a sweaty guy's overly enlarged gut. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he pulled into the driveway of the Apartment him and his wife now lived.

"Sam I'm home babe!" he called, "what smells so good?" he loved when Sam decided to cook for them, though it usually meant that she had to tell him something important. When she decided to go back to school, she had made Freddie his favorite Coconut cream pie, when she decide to bring home a stray rabid cat, she made him his favorite chicken, stuffed with cranberry stuffing, and topped with loads of gravy.

"Welcome home baby, I made your favorite, roast beef, mashed potatos with extra butter, and carrots just the way you like it!" Sam smiled walking into the room with her arms loaded with plates of food.

"Here let me help you." Freddie said, grabbing several plate loads of various foods.

"Thanks babe, now you eat as much as you like cause I have something I have to tell you." Sam said, putting her arms around her husbands shoulders.

After they ate, Freddie groaned, and wiped his face with a napkin. "Sam that was delicious." He smiled, grabbing Sam's hand in his own.

"Glad you liked it babe, cause there is something I have to tell you." Sam said, squeezing Freddie's hand.

"What is it baby?" Freddie asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Well..." she began, but didn't get a chance to finish when the phone range. "AW CHIZ!" she yelled, pushing back her chair, and walking towards the phone. Freddie smiled, and watched his beautiful wife, thinking back to the days when they couldn't be in the same room for five seconds with out getting into a fight.

"Yeah, I understand we'll be right down." Sam said, hanging up the phone. she walked back over to Freddie, her face pale.

"Whats wrong baby? Is something wrong?" Freddie asked, his voice full of concern.

"Grab your coat, I'll explain on the way." Sam said, turning around quickly walking towards their front door.