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When morning came, baby Freddie woke them up bright and early crying for his breakfast. Sam groaned at the unwelcome awakening. "I'll feed the baby,
Fredifer, you go take your shower ... and then after while, I'll go take mine,"
Sam said to him after giving him a 'good morning' kiss.
Freddie smiled, returning Sam's kiss. "Alright," he agreed, as he headed towards the bathroom. He stripped and got the shower going. As he climbed in to get clean, he thought of his beautiful wife and amazing little boy. After his shower, he brushed his teeth, changed his clothes, and fixed his hair.
Sam was feeding the baby when the phone sitting next to her on the nightstand began ringing. She wondered who was calling as she raised the receiver to her ear. "Hello," she spoke into the phone.
"Hey, Sam."
It was Carly. "Sorry to disturb you and Freddie, but something has happened..."
Carly sounded extremely upset, so Sam got worried. "What is it? Was it Freddie's mom? What's she done now?" Sam asked quickly.
"No, Sam ... there was a car accident last night. And Gibby's mother was killed instantly in the crash," explained Carly.
"Ohhh my God ... that's awful!" Sam cried out. "Poor Gibby! And Guppy!"
"I know, Sam. Gibby is really hurting right now. Spencer and Melanie are with him and Guppy right now," Carly spoke. "He's just a mess...
and with Tasha being out of town, he's even more of a mess."
"Poor Gibby," Sam said sadly. She then remembered that she and Freddie were in need of a ride to the courthouse.
"Freddie and I need a ride to the courthouse, Carls. Do you think you could pick us up? We'd like to get a restraining order, so Freddie's mom can't take baby Freddie again," said Sam as she spoke to her best friend on the phone while gazing down at the nursing baby in her arms.
"Sure, I can come in about an hour to pick you guys up ... but there is one more thing I really think you should know..."
"Last night, your mom came over ... and well, she met Jonathon and according to Melanie, the two of them went out, sort of on a date," Carly explained.
"OMG, you're freakin kidding me!" Sam exclaimed. "My MOM and FREDDIE'S dad?" Sam began flipping out when she heard the shocking news.
"Yeah, well, Melanie couldn't believe it either ... but he is a doctor, and you know how your mom is attracted to doctors. And he's handsome, too," said Carly.
"Carly, I am feeding the baby, so I better go. I'll see ya in about an hour,"
said Sam as she needed to burp baby Fredward. "Thanks."
"Okay, Sam. See ya in an hour," replied Carly before ending the conversation.
After the call, Sam burped the baby and was holding him close. She still couldn't believe it ... Gibby's mother was killed in a tragic accident and her mom had put the moves on Freddie's dad. What was this world coming to?
Freddie had gotten ready and came out to find Sam burping Baby Freddie. He had heard the phone ring, but didn't know who called. "Was the call important?" he asked, as he watched Sam with their son.
Sam nodded when Freddie asked if the call had been important. "That was Carly on the phone," she said while she was changing the baby's diaper and getting him dressed for the day. "She said that Gibby's mom was in a tragic car accident and she didn't make it."
"She also said that YOUR Dad went out on a date with MY mom," Sam replied. "I can't believe it ... My mom is trying to seduce your dad!"
"Ohhh and Carly will be here in like an hour to take us to the courthouse," Sam then added.
Freddie listened to everything spill out of Sam's mouth "Sam's style" which was all at once,
of course. "WHAT?" he said of the news of her mom and his dad. "How did that happen? We can't let that happen, can we?" That was just insanely crazy.
And the news about Gibby's mother was so tragic and sad. "That's terrible," he said," What's gonna happen to Gibby and Guppy?"
He nodded when Sam said Carly was coming to take them to the Courthouse. "Great, I'm glad we can get that restraining order into place. It'll help alot, I think," Freddie said.
"Gibby's eighteen now, but I really don't think he's prepared to take care of Guppy all on his own. And you know how his dad is. He's a spaz and certainly not to ready take responsibility for a 5 year old boy," Sam said sorrowfully. "I don't know what's gonna happen to little Guppy. He's such a sweet little kid."
"I don't feel right staying here on a honeymoon with all this going on - Gibby losing his mom, your dad dating my mom, and everything else. I'm sorry,
Fredward, but I just can't. Let's get our things together and after we finish up at the courthouse, then we can find your dad and go check on Gibby,"
suggested Sam. She now had baby Fredward ready and handed the content baby boy to his daddy.
Freddie nodded; he understood. "It's alright," he assured her, as he held his son.
"We'll head right back after the courthouse."
He knew Sam was right; Gibby was not ready to care for his younger brother. And if the state got ahold of Guppy, the poor kid may be sent into foster care.
Sam chewed nervously on her lower lip as they waited for Carly to arrive. She was worried about Gibby and Guppy and also about her Mom and Freddie's dad.
"It's really creeping me out, Freddie, about my mom going out with your dad.
She's scummy," Sam said, shuddering a little bit. She then smiled as she turned to see Freddie holding their baby son. Baby Fredward looked amazingly just like his dad. Sam was glad more than ever that she had decided to name their baby after his daddy, considering the cute little guy had his father's dark hair and eyes.
"Let's take care of one thing at a time," Freddie spoke. "We can't be worrying about everything right now. It is really weird about our parents, but maybe it was a one-time-thing and I hope and they realize they are WAY wrong for each other."
Sam came forward and kissed baby Fredward on his soft little cheek while Freddie held him. "As soon as your dad realizes that my mom doesn't shave under her armpits, he will be disgusted and dump her," Sam predicted. "And you're right,
it's all a lot to take in. I'll try not to worry about it all right now.
Gonna go take my shower and get ready now." Sam headed off to the shower,
leaving Freddie to have some time with his 5 week old son.
After a nice shower, Sam felt refreshed and less stressed. She came out of the bathroom, fully dressed for the day. It was perfect timing as Carly arrived at that moment, ready to take them to the courthouse to get the restraining order on Freddie's mom. "Hey, Carls," said Sam as she opened the door and invited Carly inside.
Carly smiled at Sam and Freddie and asked, "Are we ready to go?"
"Yep," replied Sam. "Just let me get the baby strapped into his carseat."
Sam reached for her son and carefully put him in the carseat and strapped him into the seat. "Let's go," she said.
"He looks just like you, Freddie," Carly said to Freddie as they were leaving the bed-and-breakfast, their luggage in hand.
Freddie smiled at Carly as he was carrying the luggage. "Thanks," he said. "He's a miracle. I'm so glad that Sam and I were blessed with him. I just hope I do things right where he is concerned. I don't wanna mess him up in anyway."
As they got in the car with Carly and started off for the courthouse, Sam smiled at what Freddie had said. "Well, you know how my mom raised me, and I'm not messed up. Well, not too messed up, anyway," she said to Freddie teasingly.
So far, it seemed that they were doing a great job with their baby son.
Afterall, they had gotten him away from his psychotic grandmother ... that was a major plus. Now once they got the restraining order against Marissa, they could rest assured that Marissa Benson wouldn't have an influence over Baby Freddie's life.
They arrived at the courthouse a few minutes later and Sam and Freddie went to file for the restraining order. Carly came along to act as a witness to Marissa's odd and disturbing behavior as well as the fact that the woman had abducted her own grandson.
Soon they had the restraining order in force. If Freddie's mom got within 50 feet of Sam, Freddie, or their baby, they could call the police and have her arrested. Sam hoped that the restraining order was the answer they needed for all their troubles with Marissa Benson. Sam felt better as they left the courthouse. "Let's go over and see Gibby and Guppy now. They need us," Sam said to Freddie and Carly. They piled into Carly's car and headed over to the Gibson residence.
When they got there, the whole house was in mourning. Gibby was trying to hold it together as Melanie sat at his side, holding his hand in her own. He looked very sad, but also numb with grief. What disturbed Sam the most was little Guppy's mournful crying. "Guppy," Sam said, speaking to the five year old boy.
For some reason, Guppy had always had a special bond with Sam. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her, sobbing his little heart out. Sam looked at Freddie, trying not to cry. She stroked the little boy's hair as her heart broke for him.
"I'm sorry about your mom, Guppy. Freddie and I are here now, and we care about you and Gibby," Sam said to the sad little boy as she got down to his level and looked into his eyes. She gently brushed away his tears.
"You look like my mommy," Guppy said in his cute little voice. Sam then realized why Guppy had bonded with her so quickly. She had long blond hair like his mom, blue eyes and other similar features. And Sam had always been nice to Guppy since he was so cute and likable.
Sam gave Guppy a small kiss on his little nose. "Don't leave me," Guppy said,
clinging to her.
Carly stood there, holding baby Freddie. She was heartbroken by the chaos here at Gibby's house. Spencer was in the kitchen preparing food for the group, but where was Tasha? Carly was angry. Didn't Tasha even care that her boyfriend was hurting?
Freddie knew that Sam had a special attatchment to Guppy and vice versa. It made him sad that both Gibby and Guppy were going through such a heartbreaking loss.
"If there is anything we can do..." Freddie said with sincerity. He looked at Sam, and knew they had to move back here to Seattle now. With the restraining order in place, they wouldn't have any problems. Plus they could be there for Gibby and Guppy.
Carly took a seat on Gibby's other side. She put her arm around him to show her concern and support. "Gibby, we are all here. We love you and Guppy and we won't leave as long as you need us," Carly told her friend.
"I can't believe it ... my mom is dead," Gibby said sadly.
"I know; it's such a shock. I am so sorry," Carly said as she hugged Gibby tightly.
"Who's going to take care of Guppy now? I am going to college," Gibby wondered.
"We are all your friends ... and we'll help you," Carly promised. "Won't we,
Melanie, Sam, and Freddie?"
"Absolutely," Melanie spoke up.
Sam looked at Freddie. She didn't want to leave Gibby and Guppy now. And just like Carly, she was wondering where in the world Tasha was? Didn't she even care that her boyfriend was hurting and had just lost his mom?
"Well, Sam and I are planning to move back here to Seattle," Freddie said.
"We'll both attend college as well, but I dont see why we couldn't help out with Guppy."
"What do you think, Sam?" he asked, looking at his wife.
"Yes, I'd like to stay. All of our family is here," Sam replied, as they all were going to be once Melanie settled at Seattle U. All except for Jonathon.
"And Gibby, I consider you and Guppy part of our extended family, too. And whatever you need us to do, we will try to help. We want to move back to Seattle, but first we need a place to stay."
"You can stay here with Guppy and me," Gibby offered. "We have 2 extra bedrooms now - now that Mom is gone."
Spencer came out carrying a tray of sandwiches. "Finger sandwich anyone?" he asked, as he set the tray down on the coffee table.
Everyone refused because they were all just too upset to eat. "Thanks anyway,
Spencer," Carly told her brother with a smile. Spencer didn't know what to do or say, because he was typically a comedian, but what had just happened to Gibby's mom was definitely no laughing matter. Melanie looked up at him and smiled. She sort of had a crush on Spencer, but had no clue how to approach him. He probably liked older, more sophisticated women.
"Gibby, we wouldn't want to impose on you..." Sam said to her grieving friend.
"No, Sam, you wouldn't be ... cuz you and Freddie would be here helping me care for Guppy when I have classes. And I could help you take care of your baby too when needed, although I have to admit, I don't know the first thing about babies ... only that they cry and poop a lot," Gibby spoke.
Melanie laughed softly. "Auntie Carly and I will be helping out, too," she promised. "With the baby and Guppy whenever we can."
"Then it's settled," Sam said with a smile. "Freddie and I can stay here, and we will all help out with the two little ones." Sam gave Guppy a big hug.
"Here that, Gup? Freddie and I are moving in with our baby. Soon you'll have a little friend to play with," Sam told the 5 year old.
Guppy hugged Sam tightly, not saying a word. He was relieved, yet still devastated bout his mom. It seemed like a nightmare he would never wake from.
"Gibby, where is Tasha?" Carly spoke up. "Why isn't she here?"
"Uhhh ... well, I called her and told her what happened. She said she was sorry and stuff, but she's busy right now on the trip with her parents..." Gibby explained.
Carly looked horrified. Tasha didn't even care! Gibby deserved better than that. If she was his girlfriend...
Carly glanced over at Sam. "Did you and Freddie need a ride somewhere else?"
Carly asked them. "Where is Freddie's dad?"
Freddie was glad that things had been settled sort of, yet he knew that Gibby and Guppy would need them all for days to come. "Actually I'm about to call my dad now," he explained to Carly when she asked about his dad's whereabouts. Freddie quietly excused himself so he could make the call to his dad.
Jonathon answered the phone, happy to hear from his one and only son.
"Freddie, you'll never guess where I am ... I'm over at Pam Puckett's house,"
spoke Jonathon. "You and Sam are still on your honeymoon, right?"
"Pam and I actually went out for dinner last night... and found out we have a lot in common. So, she invited me over..." Jonathon spoke. Pam could be heard giggling in the background.
Sam stood there waiting as Freddie was speaking to his dad. She wondered what the two of them were talking about. If it had something to do with her mom,
she was likely to barf up blood.
"Well, actually, Dad, Sam and I are going to move back to Seattle. We couldn't stay on our honeymoon right now. Our friends needed us," Freddie said. "We are over at Gibby's place."
He looked at Sam, not sure what to say as he could hear her mother in the background. "You and uh ... ?"
he asked when his dad brought up Sam's mom.
Sam tensed when she heard Freddie say "You and uh ... ?" So it was true, her mom HAD gotten her clutches into Jonathon. Sam wasn't happy. How could HER mom be seeing FREDDIE's dad? It was all just so freakin weird.
"Why don't you and Sam come over and bring the baby? Pam would like to meet her grandson," Jonathon suggested to Freddie when he heard that Sam and Freddie had decided to move back to Seattle. "Besides, there's something we need to talk about..."
"Oh alright," Freddie said, not liking the sound of that.
"Ummm ... sure. We'll be there in a little bit; see you then," he said, before hanging up with his dad.
Freddie then turned to look at Sam. "This does NOT sound good," he said,
freaking out. "My dad said we should go to your mom's place. They need to talk to us and your mom wants to meet Baby Freddie."
Sam's eyes were huge. Carly had overheard, too, and she didn't know what to say. "Let's go then," Sam finally spoke. "I think it's time I had some words with my ... mother." She went over to Melanie who was holding a sleeping Baby Fredward. Sam took her son into her arms, kissing his soft dark hair. Her mom would never change, Sam was sure of it ... and it really pissed her off that her mom wanted to bring a nice guy like Jonathon into her fucked-up situation. That was just so unfair. "Gibby, we'll be back later," Sam promised before she left with Freddie and Carly.
Carly drove Freddie and Sam over to the Puckett residence. "Uhhhh ... I think I will wait out in the car. You guys just take your time," Carly said, feeling uneasy about the situation.
"Thanks, Carls," said Sam before she and Freddie got out of the car.
Freddie gave Carly a symphathetic look as he truly didn't blame her. He went with Sam to the front door of her former residence place. It was all so confusing, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to go in there.
Sam walked up to the front door with Freddie as she carried the infant seat containing 5 week old baby Fredward. She knocked once, then just went inside. She barged in and found her mother standing in the kitchen talking with Jonathon. To her surprise and shock, the place was fairly cleaned up and the scent of cigs and alcohol was pretty much gone. It didn't seem like home at all. Sam just stared at her mom. She actually looked decent for once and she wasn't even drunk.
"What the hell?" Sam gasped.
"Samantha!" Pam said with a small squeel. "You're here! And you've brought Freddie and my cute little grandson!"
Before Sam could stop her, Pam was fussing all over baby Freddie. "Ohhh he's so cute! He looks just like you, Jonathon!" spoke Pam was she was gazing at Dr. Benson.
Jonathon just gave her a sheepish smile. "That's just because Freddie inherited my looks and baby Fredward looks just like his daddy," said Jonathon.
Sam rolled her eyes, not amused by any of this. "Mom, what are you doing with Freddie's dad? Is he aware that you are an ALCOHOLIC and a STRIPPER?" Sam demanded.
Pam's face paled and her smile died away. "Samantha, don't talk to me that way. I quit my job at the strip club. And I am going to do everything in my power to STOP drinking."
"I don't believe you, Mother!" Sam growled, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "You've lied before..."
"This isn't lies. Jonathon is going to HELP me get better," Pam said. Pam's gaze shifted over to Johathon, who just nodded to confirm what Pam had said.
Sam looked furious. "You'll never change, Mom. And Jonathon is a fool to get mixed up with you. He's a really nice guy," Sam cried out. "And it's just wrong that you're with Freddie's dad! Freddie and I are married!"
Freddie looked at his dad. "Couldn't you find someone else?" he asked. "This is just ... well weird, because like Sam said, she and I are married now."
Jonathon frowned as he regarded his son. "Freddie, Pam and I aren't dating ...
Not yet anyway. Although we did go out for dinner. And I did promise to help her with her alcohol addiction. I care about her, and I'm staying in Seattle until she gets better," Jonathon spoke, as he glanced over at Pam. "If in the future I do decide to date her, you'll just have to respect that. And Sam, I realize you have a lot of issues with your mom. Please, just try to give her a chance."
"She never gave ME a chance," Sam said as hurt flashed in her eyes. She remembered all the times her mom wasn't there for her. All the times she was just to drunk to be a mother. It was all so inexcusable, and Sam couldn't forgive and forget just like that.
"Sam, I'm sorry," Pam said, and this time, she really meant it.
"Freddie, let's go," Sam insisted, lifting the baby's carseat and heading toward the door. She had to get out of there and fast, before she did something she would regret, such as cry like a little girl.
Once she got out on the front porch, Sam breathed slowly and deeply, trying to calm herself. Intense pain ripped through her, because all she had ever wanted growing up was her mom to love her and give her some much-needed attention.
She didn't know how to handle the fact that now her mother was involved with Freddie's dad and claiming to turn her life around. "I'm not going to cry..."
Sam said sofly, hoping she could stop the tears threatening to fall.
Freddie sighed, looking at his dad. "You have no idea, Dad," he said simply. "I grew up with Sam. I know more than you do, and I have to agree with Sam."
He turned and walked out of the Puckett's residence and found Sam on the porch.
As he put his arm around her, he asked, "Baby, are you okay?"
Sam slid her arms around Freddie as she pressed her face into his chest,
inhaling his scent as he held her close. Unshed tears stung her eyes.
"Pucketts don't cry," her mother had always said. Growing up, Sam had barely cried, always keeping her emotions in check. They'd seep out in other ways however, usually as aggression. But with Freddie, Sam knew she could just let go and cry. Even so, she held back her tears, fighting them with everything she had.
"I'll be okay," she assured Freddie, holding onto him for a few more moments.
Finally, she got her bearings, pulling back to gaze into those gorgeous brown eyes of his. "Let's get the hell out of here," she quipped, sounding more like her usual raucous self once again.
Freddie nodded, as they took baby Freddie back to the car and got ready to leave.
He was exhausted and he hished that his dad hadn't sprung this news on them. It was so stupid; why couldn't his dad see how messed up this was?
Sam got in the car with Freddie and got Baby Fredward's carseat secured in the backseat. Carly looked at both of her best friends with concern. "Uhhhh ...
how'd it go?" she asked, hating to ask because probably it hadn't gone well.
"My mom will never change ... and now she has Freddie's dad thinking she's 'all that' and he's moving here to Seattle to try to rescue her," said Sam, rolling her eyes. "He said they're not dating, but they did seem awfully chummy."
"Wow," Carly said for lack of a better comment as she started the car and got ready to back out of the driveway. "Do you two want to go back over to Gibby's for the evening? I can always drive you back to Yakima tomorrow to help you pack up your things."
"Thanks, Carls," said Sam, giving Carly a smile. "You're the best."
"Anything for you and Freddie," Carly replied. "I'm just so glad you're coming back here to Seattle to live and Melanie, too. I really missed you guys."
"We missed ya too," Sam responded. "I think it will be great, moving back here. ... we'll all be together again."
Freddie smiled. "I do miss the way things used to be sort of," he said.
"I don't miss however getting pushed around and thrown out of chairs and slammed into things," he said as he smirked at Sam.
Hearing Freddie's words, Sam actually blushed a soft shade of pink. "Ohhh admit it, you like it rough, Benson," she said to him in a teasing voice. She remembered all those wild times, her man-handling him, the two of them wrestling, and most of the time it had actually been fun. Sam sort of missed it and here Freddie had just say he didn't miss it. She wondered if he was just teasing, cuz he had been able to dish it out just as much as she had there towards the end.
They arrived at Gibby's and went inside to find Spencer had just cooked up a big tray of spaghetti tacos for everyone. "Come on everyone ... spaghetti tacos for one and all," Spencer called out from the kitchen. Everyone went into the kitchen to grab one. Sam could never pass up a spaghetti taco. "Yum," she said as she bit into one. She looked over and saw Guppy eating one, too. She gave the little boy a smile. Her childhood had been crummy but she was determined that Guppy's and Baby Freddie's wouldn't be.
Freddie just grinned and chuckled when Sam said "yum" and began eating a Spaghetti Taco.
He loved everything about her.
Sam filled up on Spaghetti Tacos since there were plenty. No sooner had she finished her tacos and lemonaide when baby Freddie woke up, wanting to be fed.
"Gibby, could you please show Freddie and me to our bedroom?" she asked their friend. Gibby lead them upstairs to the guest room.
"Thanks, Gib," Sam said, giving him a hug. She then turned her attention onto her crying child. Baby Fredward was getting a bit frantic in his hunger. He took after Sam in that aspect. She gently took the baby boy from his carseat and took him in her arms. She sat down on the edge of the bed and began feeding him his dinner.
"Maybe Melanie could keep him tomorrow while we go to Yakima to pack?" Sam said to Freddie. Packing would be faster if the baby stayed with his auntie.
Freddie nodded at Sam's suggestion. "We should ask her. I think she'd like that, too," he admitted.
Sam nodded in agreement. "There's a couple of bags of breastmilk over at Carly's if he should get hungry while we are in Yakima," Sam said as she continued to nurse the hungry baby. A few minutes later he was finished, so Sam raised him to her shoulder so she could burp him. After he had burped, she handed baby Fredward to his dad. "Why don't you change his diaper and get him ready for bed and I'll go down and ask Melanie?" Sam suggested, as she fixed her top and got ready to speak with her sister.
Sam headed downstairs, looking for her sister who was helping Spencer with the clean-up in the kitchen. "Mel, would you be able to watch baby Freddie tomorrow? We are going with Carly to Yakima to pack up our belongings so we can move back here to Seattle," Sam asked her sis.
"Sure, I'd love to watch baby Freddie. Would you mind to help me take care of him, Spencer?" Melanie asked Spencer, giving him a sweet smile.
"Sure thing," Spencer said, totally taken with Melanie.
"Ohhh great, thanks," Sam said, doing a double-take at the way her twin was looking at Spencer. What the hell? Spencer and Melanie! Wow!
Sam rushed upstairs to tell Freddie. "Omg omg omg..." she gasped.
Freddie picked up Baby Freddie and worked on changing his diaper. "Hope you have fun with Auntie Melanie. Be sure to drive her crazy, okay?" he said with a laugh,
as he fastened a clean diaper on his tiny butt. He was still talking to the baby when Sam burst in and he looked up.
"What- omg?" he asked.
Sam was freaking out as she began telling Freddie about her sister and Spencer.
"Fredward, there must be something fishy in the water around here! First MY mom and YOUR dad! Now my sister is downstairs with Spencer ... and it looks like she's about ready to jump his bones!" Sam exclaimed. "Anyway, the TWO of them are going to watch the baby tomorrow."
Sam was still shaking her head as she came over to the bed and reached for the baby to cuddle him. She would miss him tomorrow but he was better off here in Seattle considering they would be packing. "Fredwardo, sometimes I think you and are the only two normal and sane ones around here," she said as she looked at him with a slight smirk. "Did you mean what you said in the car earlier? That you don't miss my aggressive side?"
Freddie chuckled at Sam's question. "I miss it parts of it, and other parts I don't wish to see return. You were rough at times," he teased. "I'm surprised I'm still alive and breathing."
"Spencer and Mel? Too damn weird. There has to be something in the water."
"Awww ... did I hurt you, little Freddie?" Sam was crooning to him, gently stroking his arm. "Momma doesn't even know her own strength." She gave him kisses all over, trying to make it better.
"But you do know I like it rough," she said, looking into his eyes.
"I'll try to be more careful from now on..." Sam promised. "But can I still spank you when the mood arises?"
"Cuz Momma really liked that," she told him with a wicked little grin.
Freddie chuckled. "Whatever pleases you," he told her with a smile. He wished he could just pull Sam down onto the bed and stay here with her forever. It would be nice.
Looking into Freddie's dark eyes, Sam was thinking similar thoughts but they were suddenly interrupted by a rapping sound at the door. Sam got up to answer it. Gibby stood there, looking a bit sheepish. "Sorry, Sam, but it's Guppy,"
he said quietly.
"It's his bedtime, but I can't get him to sleep. He's really missing mom,"
Gibby explained.
"No problem, Gibs. I'll go tuck him in," Sam promised.
She turned to Freddie and said, "Be right back."
Gibby lead Sam across the hallway to Guppy's bedroom. "Hi, little guy," Sam said, kneeling down by the little boy's bed. "I came to say good-night and tuck you in."
"I miss my mommy," Guppy whispered.
"I know, Gup. But Gibby's here ... Freddie's here. And I'm here. We all love you," Sam said, kissing Guppy's cheek. She pulled Guppy's Galaxy Wars blanket around the 5 year old to keep him warm.
"Try to get some sleep," Sam whispered.
After she had Guppy settled down, she went back into the hallway with Gibby.
"Thanks, Sam," Gibby said, hugging her so tight. "I'm so glad you and Freddie are here."
"No problem," she said with a smile. She then returned to the guest bedroom to see if Freddie had the baby ready for bed yet. "How's the little guy?" Sam asked Freddie.
Freddie had dressed Baby Freddie for bed, and was holding him against his chest.
"He's starting to doze off," he said with a smile.
"I think he's ready for bed. Everything okay?" he asked Sam.
Sam sat down on the edge of the bed, lightly caressing her son's dark head as Freddie held him. "Yeah, everything's fine. Guppy just needed me to tuck him in," Sam replied as she stood and got ready for bed. She was quite tired as it had been a long day. Tomorrow would be moving day and another busy one.
"I guess Baby Freddie is going to have to to sleep with us tonight," Sam said as she got into bed. They didn't have his crib here yet.
Freddie nodded. "Yeah," he said, as he held the baby and laid back, gently placiing the baby between the two of them on the bed.
"Spoiled already," he said with a grin.
Sam had an oversized T-shirt on as she crawled into bed with Freddie. She kissed the tiny figure lying between them on his tiny head. "Good night,
Fredward I and Fredward II," she whispered. She closed her blue eyes and got some much-needed rest.