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They arrived at the Palisades Bed and Breakfast which was located between Seattle and Tacoma. Sam felt like a princess when they walked in due to all the rich antiques and elegant furnishings. Jonathon was certainly going all out in getting this room for them, but it was something he wanted to do for them as a wedding present. Jonathon paid for the room and then said his goodbyes to Sam, Freddie and the baby. "I'll be back to pick you up in a couple of days.
Have fun," said Jonathon, giving his son and new daughter-in-law a hug before leaving.
When they got to their room, Sam was even more amazed. "Freddie, this is awesome!" she said with excitement upon finding the small sitting room they had entered which was complete with fresh flowers, a bowl of fruit, and a bottle of chilled wine. Sam picked up the bottle of wine, examining it.
"So, do you think we should have a glass after Fredward goes to bed?" she asked him. "Guess they didn't know we were under 21." One thing that Sam had never done was taste alcohol before. And tonight certainly was a special occasion.
Freddie smiled. "Well," he said. "As long as they left it for us, then I think we should have a glass after Fredward is in bed," He came over to Sam,
wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tight.
Sam set the wine bottle down in the metal container of ice as Freddie approached and wrapped his arms around her. She settled herself against his chest, feeling his muscles flex as he held her. "Today sure was a wild one. First your psycho mom comes over, bashes me over the head and takes our baby ... then we go on a wild ride to Seattle, and then 'Surprise', we get married and get our baby back. I guess all is well that ends well," Sam said happily, glad to be here with Freddie and despite the circumstances, she was glad they were married. It had been a beautiful ceremony, despite it being unplanned and rather rushed.
"I love you, Freddie," Sam breathed, her heart overflowing with all the sweet emotions she felt for him. She looked up into his amazing chocolate-brown eyes, almost to kiss him, but then baby Freddie began to cry.
Reluctantly, Sam pulled out of Freddie's arms to tend to the baby. It seemed that Fredward was hungry again and wanting a diaper change. Sam carried him into the bedroom of their suite. When she entered, she found a canopy bed with a feather mattress, a gas fireplace and a small crib that had been erected for the baby. She carried baby Freddie over to a settee next to the fire so she could nurse him.
"Freddie, I just can't believe this place..." Sam said in amazement as she opened her top and postioned the baby so he could take nourishment.
Freddie came into the room and sat upon the bed. "I can't either," he admitted as he watched Sam nursing their baby. "It's really nice; I'm glad my dad decided to do this for us," he said with a smile.
"We are lucky; everyone has been great to us," Sam said happily. And that included Jonathon. It's too bad that Freddie's mom had brainwashed him about his dad all those years, because his dad really was a great guy.
Sam finished feeding little Fredward, then patted his back until he burped.
She fixed her shirt, then carried the baby boy over to the bed where Freddie sat and changed his diaper, dressing him in a cute little sleeper that Carly and Melanie had gotten for him. She then handed the sleeply little boy off to his daddy, so Freddie could tuck him in for the night.
"I'm so glad we got him back," Sam said to Freddie. "My heart was breaking when he wasn't with us." As Freddie was holding the baby, Sam placed a soft kiss in his head.
"Good night," she whispered to her son.
Freddie held his son and smiled at Sam. "Me, too. It just didn't feel rightwithout him," he said as he stood holding the baby carefully. He walked over to the crib to lay him down and covered him with a blanket.
"Goodnight, Fredward," he said softly. The baby seemed content in the crib.
He turned back to Sam. "I am so glad you're okay, too," he said softly.
Sam lightly touched her forehead where the bandage clung to her skin.
Thankfully the wound had stopped bleeding and she was no longer feeling any dizziness and/or confusion. "Yeah, well, I'm alright," Sam assured Freddie with a little smile.
"I think I really like being married to you ... there's just one thing..."
Sam got a sad look in her eyes. "You can't call me Princess Puckett anymore.
And I kinda liked that," Sam admitted. All the names she had called him the past had turned from insults and had somehow became terms of endearment as was his nickname for her "Princess Puckett."
"If you want to, you can just shorten it to Princess. I won't mind."
"And even though we are married, can I still call you Freddork... and Frederly?"
she teased him with a few soft tickles upon his sides.
Freddie chuckled. "Alright, Princess, only if I can be Prince Freddork," he said with a smile. He knew that they had grown alot since the days when the insults were meant to be insults. "Can I tuck the Princess into this nice big bed?"
Sam burst into a fit of giggles when Freddie said "Prince Freddork."
"Ohhh my gosh, if I ever call you that, it will be only in the bedroom, never in public," she said with a smirk.
Sam's eyes went dark with desire when Freddie asked if he could tuck her into the bed. "I thought you'd never ask..." she replied, placing both of her hands into his as they neared the canopy bed together. "But don't forget the wine; you said we could try it..."
One drink really wouldn't hurt, would it?
Sam lay back on the bed and waited for Prince Freddork to return with the wine.
~*o*~
Marissa Benson had gone to the court house raising holy hell. She demanded to know why her son had been allowed to marry Samantha Puckett without HER signature of consent, and she wanted to know how she could have the marriage annulled. A court official came to talk to her after her outburst. She was told that since Freddie's father and Sam's mom had signed the consent forms,
that the marriage was legal and binding and there was nothing she could do about it.
"But my Freddie is too young to be married! He's just a baby!" Marissa cried out. She had to be escorted out of the courthouse because she had caused such a disruption.
Marissa's next stop was Pamela Puckett's house. She walked up to the door and knocked on the door. Pam heard someone knocking and she growled, "Enough already. Imma coming!" Pam got out of bed where she had been lying trying to sober up after having drank herself to a stupor the night before. She had a massive headache and didn't feel like dealing with solicitors or whoever that was at the door.
"What the hell do you want?" she snapped, throwing open the door.
Pam was still dressed in her wrinkled stripper's costume from the night before.
And there at the door stood that snooty Mrs. Marissa Benson. Pam looked at her questioningly, not recognizing her at first.
"Mrs. Puckett?" Marissa asked as she looked back at Pam in visible disgust.
"Yeah, who are you? And what do you want?" Pam snorted.
"I'm Freddie Benson's mother-," Marissa started.
"Freddie? Sam's Freddie?" Pam asked as it all started sinking in. This was that uppety Marissa Benson that Pam despised. Sheesh!
"Yes, your daughter Sam has corrupted my sweet, darling little Fredward,"
Marissa went on to say.
Pam staggered closer, looking at Marissa with total distain. "So, you're the bitch that tried to steal MY grandson!" Pam screeched as she cornered Marissa against the side of the porch.
"Well, no... no, I just-!" Marissa tried explaining, but Pam wouldn't hear it.
"Stay away from my daughter!" Pam yelled. "And stay away from MY grandson!"
"He's my grandson, too!" Marissa shot back. "And how could you have signed those consent papers? ... those kids are FAR too young to be married!"
"Sam said she loves Freddie, so that's good enough for me," Pam spat. "Now get off my property, you stupid, uppety bitch!"
"Your daughter is viscious ... she always picks on my Freddie. He was such a good boy till he got messed up with her. Now he's nothing but a deliquent!"
Marissa cried out.
Pam laughed in Marissa's face, grabbing Marissa by the upper arms and slamming her hard against siding of the house. "Do you hear me? Leave Sam and Freddie alone; they are in love!" Pam said in a threatening voice. "You do anything to cause any trouble with them or attempt to take their son from them,
and I will personally..."
Marissa started to cry pathetically. "Alright ... alright. I'll leave them alone ... for now," Marissa finally relented. She would just have to think of another plan. A way to break up Sam and Freddie and get her hands on baby Fredward.
Pam let Marissa go. "Get out of here!" she yelled. Marissa went running off toward her car as though she were scared out of her mind.
With a heavy sigh, Pam went back into the house. She entered the kitchen and prepared herself a pot of extremely strong coffee. It was time to get completely sobered up and go have a talk with her daughter.
~*o*~
Pam arrived at the Shay's apartment after a shower and having gotten dressed in a clean, presentable outfit. She knocked and to her surprise, her daughter answered the door. "Melanie?" Pam said, giving the eldest of her twins a huge hug. Pam hadn't expected to see Melanie there; as far as she knew Melanie was attending boarding school some 300 miles away. Since she had been drunk earlier when Melanie had come to her with the consent papers, Pam had mistakenly thought she had been speaking to Sam.
"Mom! Hi," Melanie said, surprised herself to see her mother up and about and entirely sober. Pam seldom ever left the house, except to go to her job at the strip club. Now here she stood, actually cleaned up and looking nice.
"Where's Sam?" Pam asked Melanie. "I need to talk to her."
"Ohhhh, well, Freddie's dad sent them off on a honeymoon," Melanie replied,
hoping her mom wasn't regretting having signed those papers earlier that day.
That wouldn't be good.
Pam entered the Shay's apartment and took a quick look around. No one seemed to be around. It was just herself and Melanie.
"Well, that stuck-up bitch Marissa Benson came over earlier, throwing some sort of hissy fit. Damn, I really HATE that woman," Pam went on to say. "I told her she better leave Sam, Freddie, and the baby alone or I'm gonna-."
Just then, Jonathon walked in. Melanie and Pam looked up, seeing him enter.
"Melanie, who is this?" Pam asked, looking at Jonathon like he was a delicious roasted turkey leg or something.
"Ohhh ... well, this is Doctor-," Melanie began, but Pam interrupted.
Now she was REALLY interested. This yummy hunk of man was a doctor?
Pam went up to Jonathon, introducing herself to him. "Hi there," she said,
shaking his hand. "I'm Pamela Puckett, Melanie and Sam's mother."
"Ohhh really?" spoke Jonathon, raising one eyebrow as he looked at Pam. There was something about her. And she was looking at him as though she wanted to go off somewhere and...
"It's great to meet you at last, Pam. I'm Dr. Jonathon Benson, Freddie's dad,"
he went on to say as he gave her a handsome grin.
"Freddie's dad?" Pam said in surprise, looking at Jonathon questioningly, then at Melanie.
"Wow, no one ever told me that Freddie's dad was such a hot, handsome stud," Pam spoke bluntly, making Melanie flush with embarassment. Leave it to her mom to make a pass at Freddie's dad of all people.
Jonathon just chuckled, quite taken with Pam. "So, are you married?" Pam asked, because she clearly could not see a wedding ring.
"Yeah, but we have been separated for many years and we are getting a divorce,"
Jonathon replied.
"You're still married to her? Freddie's mother?" Pam gasped in surprise.
"She ran off years ago, taking Freddie from me ... and I never had the chance to divorce her," Jonathon explained. "Believe me, now that I know where she is, I am divorcing her ASAP."
"If she keeps threatening Sam and our grandson, you might not have to divorce her, cuz I'll kill her first..." Pam said dryly.
"She came over to your place and threatened-?" questioned Jonathon.
"Yes, she did," Pam replied.
Jonathon shook his head in disgust. "Hey Pam, would you like to go out to dinner with me, so we can discuss all this?" Jonathon suggested.
Pam smiled brightly. "Sure, Sexy Doc," she answered happily. She quickly gave Melanie a kiss on the cheek.
"See ya later, Mel. Have fun with Carly..."
Melanie watched in total bewilderment as her mother left with Freddie's father.
"Wait till Sam and Freddie hear this," she said under her breath.
~*o*~
When Freddie returned with the glasses of wine, Sam took one from his hand.
"Thanks," she said, taking a little sip.
"It's bubbly," said Sam as she tried the Chardonnay. "It makes me hungry for chicken."
She hoped that after Freddie "tucked" her in that there would be time for dinner. Fried chicken was sounding extremely good right about now.
Freddie carefully sat next to Sam with the glass of wine in his hand and took a sip. He chuckled at Sam's reaction. "Room service," he said and reached for the menu. "Maybe they'll have your Fried Chicken or something else that you might like to eat."
Sam took the room service menu from Freddie's hand, glancing over it quickly.
They DID have her fried chicken, making her blissfully happy!
"You know know how Momma loves her meat," Sam said to Freddie as she looked into his eyes, her words having a suggestive double-meaning. She then tossed the menu aside, letting it fall where it may.
"Right now I don't want any fried chicken, Freddie. I want you," she said,
desire written in her crystal blue eyes. It had been soooo long and she had to have him NOW.
Freddie sipped some more of his wine while Sam was glancing at the menu and raised an eyebrow when she said she would rather have him than the chicken. He set his glass down and reached for her. "How badly do you want me?" he asked with a small smirk.
"Right now I want you more than Fried Chicken," Sam announced and that was saying a lot, cuz Fried Chicken, Ham, and Bacon were Sam's favorite foods in the whole world.
As Freddie reached for her, she went into his arms, practically tackling him as she got atop him and began ripping her clothing off. She was straddling him as she had nothing on now but her bra and panties. Freddie's glass of wine, now partially empty, had spilled over the coverlet of the bed, but Sam didn't even care.
"Make love to me," Sam demanded.
Freddie did just that as he removed her bra and panties, and then removed his own clothes. His hands slid across her now bare skin as he kissed her hungerily holding her tightly against him. His mouth seeking more than just her lips.
Sam had a smirk on her face as Freddie tossed her bra and panties aside. She returned his hot kiss. Then his mouth began to wander. She moved her body slightly forward, so her breasts were aligned with Freddie's face. A gasp left her throat, feeling his lips on her skin.
While straddling him, her hand searched, coming into contact with his cock. "I want this inside of me," she said, grasping his shaft and moving into position.
It had been so damn long and she wanted to feel Freddie throbbing inside of her.
Aligning their bodies, Freddie eagerly slid into Sam. He was deep inside,
pushing himself all the way in so that she could feel him inside of her. He was aching for her tight warmth.
Sam gasped as Freddie arched his hips, sliding into her. "Yes..." she cried out as it felt so amazing. She began moving with him, rocking her hips. With each downward movement of her body, Freddie would surge deep inside her.
Making hot, passionate love to Freddie, Sam had forgotten all about fried chicken. It wasn't long until she came to her peak. Up to that moment, their bodies had been moving urgently, seeking fulfillment. Suddenly, Sam went completely still, crying out as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Freddie was soon reaching his climax too, feeling Sam reach her own. It felt so good to be joined as one. He had missed her so much.
Sam looked down into Freddie's amazing brown eyes, bending forward to softly kiss his lips. "You're better than fried chicken," she told him with a smirk.
She rolled over, so she was now lying beside him in the greatly dishevelled bed.
Suddenly her stomach growled. She chose to ignore it so she could snuggle with Freddie.
"We almost have everything now, don't we?" she said as she was gazing into his eyes. "There's just one thing..." Sam had something really important she had been wanting to talk to Freddie about and she hoped he would like the direction her thoughts had been taking.
Freddie wrapped his arms around her, holding her. "Hmmm, what are we missing?"
he asked. He wanted Sam to have everything she wanted or needed, so if there was something missing he would like to try and give it to her.
Sam sat up in bed, looking over at Freddie. "Actually, this is about Melanie,
really ... and Carly ... and Gibby ... and Spencer," she said. She then tried again to explain.
"I miss everyone..."
"I miss my best friend. I miss Spencer's jokes. I even miss Gibby's weirdness. And now that Mel is soon to be 18, she's transferring to Seattle U.
She and Carls are rooming together. I want to go home to Seattle, and I am hoping we can get our GEDs and you and I could go to college, too" Sam told Freddie. She waited quietly, cuz she didn't know how he would feel about that.
They were sort of settled, and there was his dad to think about, too. Sam really liked Jonathon.
Freddie sighed. "I understand, Sam, but you know my mom is still in Seattle,
and I want nothing to do with her. I'd rather live elsewhere or with my dad, so what are we going to do?" he asked.
Sam looked very sad. It wasn't going to be easy, making a choice. She just hoped it would all work out in the end. "I don't want to see your mother again either, that's for sure," said Sam. "But my mom says she wants to see me and baby Freddie, and I dunno ... I sort of want to see her, too. Melanie said she was actually being nice today."
"It's all so complicated," Sam said as she looked into Freddie's eyes.
"All I'm asking is that you will think about it ... for me?" she asked him.
"I can think about it, but unless my mom changes or just stays away, it won't be easy in Seattle. I'm being honest Sam - you thought it was bad that she came and stole the baby and knocked you over the head. Who says she will stay away just because we are married? It could get worse."
"You're right, Fredwardo, it actually could get worse, because your mom is a psycho woman hell-bent on ruining our relationship and taking our son away from us. She found us in Yackama. She hired a private detective and it only took her a few months. She'll find us again, Freddie, whereever we are," Sam said sadly. "I guess the only thing to do now is go to the courthouse and get a restraining order on her. Then she can't get within so many feet of us or our baby or she'll be in violation of the law. I say we call your dad first thing in the morning and get the restraining order. We gotta do something. I don't want to be attacked by her again ... and I certainly don't want her abducting our son."
Freddie nodded. "You're right. Yes, in the morning we'll call my dad and get all that put into motion," he said. "I want us to be able to be free and happy wherever we decide to make our life.
"Let's order our fried chicken then head to bed," Sam suggested. She found the room service menu on the floor, and ordered their food. After a yummy fried chicken meal, Sam was exhausted. She slept serenely all night in Freddie's arms.