Freddie stayed by Sam's side as his father had the baby after the delivery.
The newborn wasn't crying so he really hoped that the baby was alright.
Dr. Benson used to suction bulb to clear the little one's airway of mucus and birthing fluid. After a couple of suctionings, the baby took its first breath.
Suddenly, it let out a loud cry. Gently, Doctor Benson cleaned the baby with the water, cut the cord with a pair of scissors from his doctor bag, then wrapped the infant in a soft towel. He placed the tiny bundle into Sam's arms.
"You have a beautiful son," he said proudly to the parents.
"He's so tiny," Sam said in a whisper as she looked at the small baby lying in her arms. He had Freddie's dark hair and his eyes were a very dark shade of blue. Sam looked at Freddie, thinking the baby was a tiny duplicate of his daddy.
"He's ours," she whispered, feeling happy but exhausted.
Freddie watched Sam with his son - his SON. Wow! " He's amazing," he whispered and kissed Sam's forehead.
He then turned to his father. "Thanks..." Freddie said. "...Dad."
It felt kind of strange saying it, but this WAS his father and he had been there to help when they had needed it the most.
Jonathon gave Freddie a big smile. "I am happy I made it here when I did...
cuz this little guy sure was in a big hurry," chuckled Dr. Benson. He finished caring for Sam, then gently reached for his grandson so he could throughly examine him. Thankfully, the baby boy appeared to be in great health.
"You have a fine son," he said as he handed the tiny bundle to Freddie. "As soon as that ambulance arrives, we will get Sam and the baby to the hospital, so I can do a more in-depth exam, but everything appears to be great. He's strong and healthy."
"I'm so glad he's okay," spoke Sam. "You saved both of us, Dr. Benson. You really did."
"It was an honor to have delivered the little guy," spoke Jonathon as his eyes teared up a little. His own little grandson. He thought he would never see Freddie again after Marissa took him away ... and now not only did he have Freddie back in his life, but a new baby grandson as well.
"What are you going to name the little guy?" Dr. Benson then asked.
"Fredward," said Sam. "Fredward Jonathon Benson the Second."
Freddie smiled watching Sam with their son, baby Fredward. "How are you feeling?" he asked Sam. He was now more than glad his father had been around.
"I feel so exhausted," Sam told Freddie. "But extremely happy. I'm just so glad he's finally here."
A few minutes later, an ambulance arrived to take Sam and the baby to the hospital. Sam was given a clean bill of health once they got there. After a thorough exam, it was decided that baby Fredward was healthy as well. Sam was young and she healed quickly after the baby's birth. She only had to stay at the hospital about 24 hours, then she and the baby were released. She was going to take 6 weeks off her job at the bakery so she could recover fully from her son's birth and spend some quality time with her newborn son. After that,
she would need to hire a sitter to take care of Baby Freddie.
*~o~*
The following weeks went by quickly and Sam only had one more week at home with the new baby. She would miss him once she went back to work, but she knew they needed the extra cash to pay the bills. He was a good baby, sleeping a lot and he only cried when he was hungry or wet. She and Freddie were so lucky to have a beautiful and healthy son. They were settling into a nice routine of caring for the baby and all the adjustments that went along with parenthood. Right now, Sam didn't think anything could happen to ruin their little happy paradise. She had no clue that Marissa Benson and her private detective was extremely close to finding their location...
Freddie had been busy with work, plus the demands of being a new dad. It wasn't easy but he loved it. He spent all his free time with Sam and Baby Freddie. It was a challenge getting used to changing diapers, but he often woke up to bring Baby Freddie to Sam if the baby cried for his three A.M. feeding.
One day Freddie was at work and Sam was at home with the baby. She had just put little Fredward down for his nap. She then took a seat in the livingroom and switched on the TV. One of her favorite progams Girlie Cow as on, and Sam was laughing at the zany antics she saw on the screen. Just then, the phone rang.
Turning the TV set down with the remote, Sam then got up to answer the telephone. It was her friend Betty who happened to be co-owner of the bakery where Sam worked.
"Hi, Betty," Sam said into the phone. "How's work going? I sure miss everyone there."
"Sam, I can't talk long right now... but I just wanted to warn you about something..." Betty began.
"Warn me about what?" asked Sam.
"Well, this guy came to the bakery today. He's some private investigator. And he asked all these questions about you and your boyfriend. He said he is working for Marissa Benson."
Sam gasped. "OMG, that's Freddie's mom..." Sam cried out.
"I just wanted to warn you, Sam," said Betty. "We tried to throw him off your trail, but he seemed to know quite a lot already."
"Thanks for calling, Betty," Sam said before hanging up the phone. No sooner had she hung up the phone, then the doorbell rang. Sam got tense. What if she and Freddie had been found? What would Freddie's mother do? Would she make them go back to Seattle? Would she insist they break up? And what about the baby? Would she want Sam and Freddie to give their baby up?
"No way I am ever doing that..." Sam said under her breath as she walked over to answer the door. She pulled it open... and there she stood, face to face with Marissa Benson.
"Wh- what are you doing here?" Sam blurted out.
"Where's Freddie? Where is my son?" Marissa demanded, pushing her way past Sam and entering the apartment. Marissa's eyes swept the room, as though looking for Freddie.
"Freddie's not here..." Sam insisted. "Please ... just go..."
"I'm not leaving, Samantha Puckett. I know you ran off with my son. And I know there is a child," said Marissa as she looked at Sam with cold eyes.
"Freddie and I are happy here. We ran off together, because we knew you would never approve of our relationship. And we didn't want to give our baby up-," Sam began, but Marissa cut her off.
"You're right. I would never have approved of Fredward dating you. You're not good enough for him. Your mother is filthy whore and drunk. What have you done to my son? He was a good boy. An A student... he had so much ambition for his life. How dare you take him away from me?" Marissa rattled off as she looked at Sam with blazing, angry eyes. "You took Freddie from me... and you're going to pay for that."
"You don't know anything about me and Freddie ... now please get out!" Sam shouted, becoming very upset. Marissa had a lot of nerve. No wonder Freddie had agreed to running away with her. His mother would have never understood that they were in love and wanted to keep their baby.
"No, Sam ... I'm not leaving without Freddie. I am not leaving without my son," said Marissa as she glared at Sam and crossed her arms. "You took him away from me... now I am going to take him away from you."
Sam outright laughed. "Freddie isn't a wayward little boy you can just drag around by the ear ... he's almost 18 years old. I don't think he would willingly just go back with you. Forget it, Marissa. Freddie and I are together now and there's nothing you can do about it."
Marissa gave Sam a very hateful look. "If I can't have Freddie, I will just take the baby then. Where is my grandchild?" demanded Marissa.
"No, I don't think so!" Sam explaimed. "You stay away from my son!"
"You took my son... now I am taking yours!" Marissa yelled. "Do you know how horrified I was when I discovered YOUR 'I Heart Vegas' panties on his bedroom floor? You're nothing but a filthy little slut just like your mother ... and you don't deserve that baby! I am taking that baby with me... so he can be raised right."
Sam tried to stop her, but Marissa was pushing her way through the apartment and she was inching her way closer to the bedroom where baby Fredward was sleeping peacefully in his crib. "No!" Sam screamed. "I won't let you! GET OUT!"
Marissa then rushed off toward the bedroom and she was now standing over the baby's crib and her hands were reaching out toward the tiny baby boy who was an exact little replica of Freddie. "Don't touch my baby!" Sam pleaded loudly,
trying to get to her child before Marissa could nab him.
"God, I hate you... you are such an annoying little bitch..." Marissa sneered. She turned then, reaching for the metal alarm clock sitting on the nightstand right beside Freddie and Sam's bed. Fiercely, she took the alarm clock and hit Sam over the head with it. There was a loud cracking sound as the metal hit Sam's scalp. Suddenly then the baby was screaming fitfully, so rudely awakened from his nap.
"Hi there, little guy ... Your grandma is here ... and we are gonna go home,"
said Marissa as she lifted the small baby boy into her arms.
Sam's head was bleeding onto the carpet as Marissa stepped over her crumpled body and headed out the door, carrying the precious bundle which was baby Fredward.