Against All Odds

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Chapter 7 (Morning Freshness)

The next morning, Spencer awoke with his arms around Sasha and her head nestled in the space just under his chin. He smiled softly and looked to her and gently rubbed her arm as he watched her take a sleeping breath. She looked so innocent, so sweet, perhaps it was the most peaceful night she had in years. He hoped so, since this was indeed his most peaceful night of sleep. Never in his mind had he imagined he would be holding her again.

She was warm in his shirtless arms, her soft body was curled up and her knees were resting towards his waist. Her hair had fallen in front of her face, so he gingerly reached up and pushed the strands of hair away. "You are so beautiful." His words came out a whisper, he wasn't sure if she would hear them or not, but he wasn't too concerned. He just wanted this moment to remain like this forever, no matter how impossible that was. The second she woke up, she might possibly get up away from him and not touch him for the rest of the day, but that was fine. He would just keep courting her.

He felt her hand slide up his chest and just above his beating heart. Slowly he put his hand on hers. He debated waking her up, but at the same time, it was the last thing he wanted to do. When is the right time to awaken a sleeping beauty? He looked up to the window, the sun was shining in so beautifully and caressing her body, bathing her in wonderful, golden light. It reminded him of the time they fell asleep together in the park, cuddling up beneath a tree and gazing up at the sky. The sun bathed them both and seemed to warm their souls.

"We were so happy back then…" He ran his hand along her hair and gently caressed her forehead with his lips. "We'll be happy again, I promise." He felt her wondrous breath upon his chest and his heart began to swell. Her arms guided around his body and he peered down to see if she was awake. Her eye movements beneath her eyelid told him she was in the middle of the REM, or dream state, of sleep. "What are you dreaming about, baby…I hope it's nothing bad."

Then he noticed a certain aroma coming to his nostrils, it smelled like someone was making spaghetti. He rubbed his eye and sighed as he turned his head to the kitchen. Sam and Freddie were at the table, he had his arm around her shoulder and she was resting her head upon his shoulder. Carly was in the kitchen, stirring a pot while Blake was sitting in the high chair next to the table, eating some mashed potatoes and soft, practically mashed carrots. "Hey Carly, I think Spencer's waking up," Sam stated as matter-of-fact. Carly looked up from the pot she was stirring and smiled as the food aromas continued to hit him.

"What time is it?" His voice was groggy and his body still felt extremely tired. Sam swirled around in the chair and hopped off.

"It's actually just a little after noon, I think you and Sasha were really comfortable."

"It was so cute!" Carly proclaimed with a cheery tone in her voice. Spencer chuckled and watched Freddie move over and put his arm around Sam's shoulders. "Now guys, I'm starting to feel a little left out here." He tried to process the idea of Carly having a boyfriend, meeting a guy like he was with Sasha, then his eyes turned to Blake. He chuckled for a moment and returned his gaze to his little sister.

"Good. I don't think I'd be ready to deal with that." He slowly and carefully sat up, hoping that his movements wouldn't wake Sasha. He slowly lifted the covers and looked down at his body, he was wearing some pants, but no shirt. Freddie smirked and tilted his head.

"You guys decent under there, Spence?" His cheeks burned and he snapped his head to Freddie like the snapping of a belt.

"We didn't do that. Anyway, what are you two doing here, you know you don't live here right?" He really did get annoyed just seeing them over every single day, but who was he to complain when Carly had her friends? Yet, for them to be over twenty-four seven, it just seemed a bit out of place. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you two are here because I'm happy Carly has friends, but now that you're a couple…you'd think you'd do other things?"

"Oh why would we do that, Spencer?" Freddie folded his arms over and looked to Sam with a subtle smirk. Her lips turned to a smirk and he leaned in to kiss her lips. After a brisk moment, he pulled away, Sam sighed as he turned his head to Spencer. "Why do that when we can annoy you on a daily basis?" Spencer smacked his forehead as the young boy laughed with satisfaction. He sighed with pity and gave Freddie a begging, questioning look. "What is it? Got a problem?" He was going to get him eventually. One day, vengeance would be his.

"What did I ever do to you?"

"Oh nothing, you just make it incredibly easy to make fun of."

"Screw you."

"So you can't come up with a comeback there, huh Spence?" He rolled his eyes and slowly stood up from the mattress. As he did, he heard Sasha moan. He winced and looked over at her, did he wake her? Her eyes opened and flittered up to him. He saw her cheeks go red as she quickly sat up. She had on a purple night gown with spaghetti straps that went down to her knees, one of the few clothing items that they bought for her at the store. It had a floral design on the right bottom corner of the gown, she fell in love with it immediately after seeing it. It was priced a bit too high, but Spencer bought it for her anyway.

"When did I crawl into this bed?" She dodged Spencer's eyes and slowly tangled her finger in the blanket. He raised his eyebrow and watched as she looked frantically around the room. "Where's Blake? What time is it?" Her eyes landed on Blake eating his brunch and her face softened at the sight. Her voice lowered and her lips formed a gentle smile. "He seems so at peace." She turned her head to Spencer and her eyes landed upon his chest. He raised his eyebrows and folded his arms over. "So uh…"

"You're denying that you crawled into bed with me last night? We cuddled up all night you know." He watched her cheeks burn even more and reveled in his triumph. "God you're beautiful when you blush." Her eyes widened and her cheeks became even redder than before. "If your face gets any redder, you might explode, you know. Here…" He bent over and extended his hand to her. She slowly placed her hand in his and he quickly pulled her up. With a yelp, she landed pressed against his chest, with her hands flat on his breast. He smirked and met her eyes while wrapping his arms around her waist.

Freddie and Sam glanced at each other with arched eyebrows as Sasha slowly moved her hands upwards along Spencer's chest and around his neck. Carly stood next to them with her hands over her mouth, squealing happily. "Hey uh, Carly?" Freddie looked to the spaghetti and back to her. "You may want to check the noodles now."

"Eek!" She bolted from the group and hurried to the stove to continue stirring them. Blake watched and giggled happily. "Spaghetti's almost done guys! Checking the sauce now…"

Spencer's heart begun to melt as Sasha lifted her eyes into his. His body warmed as she moved a bit closer to him. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, possibly thinking about the situation she was in. He was feeling rather euphoric, and he loved it. He was struck with uncertainty, should he kiss her? Should he hold off? He wasn't the type to just wait for her to make the move, he would make the move himself. If he kissed her, she might slap him, but it would be worth it.

No, just holding on to her was enough. "Sasha, stay with me. Don't leave me. I promise, I will not let you down." She opened her eyes and looked up at him, he could see the worry and concern rushing around inside her. He knew she was uncertain about her feelings, it wasn't hard to see, no matter how hard she tried to conceal that confusion. "Give me that chance to show you, to prove to you, I can be that man you need in your life and the father that Blake needs." He was bursting with emotions on the inside, hoping and praying that today would be the day she saw him as a man and decided not to leave him. He feared her taking Blake and walking out that door again, he had to prevent that from happening. "I love you, I love my son, and I'll do anything in my power to protect you both."

"I…" She exhaled softly and placed her head on his shoulder. He smiled softly and looked up at Sam and Freddie, he could see they were enjoying the moment. They had proud expressions on their faces and decided to imitate the duo. Sam put her arms around Freddie's neck as he embraced her waist and lightly kissed her lips. Spencer felt a sense of pride erupt inside him and turned his eyes to Carly, who was watching the couples with joyful tears in her eyes and her hands over her heart. Blake was watching them closely and had a smile on his face. Spencer had actually been wondering how Blake was so easy with him, why he didn't seem timid at first.

"Hey Sasha…"

"Yeah?"

"How come Blake seemed to already know I was his dad? I mean, he's given me no trouble and trusts me with you."

"Oh." She lifted her head and smiled at him. "I had a picture of you…" His eyebrows rose in surprise and that inner pride seemed to settle in on his heart. She kept a photo of him? Really? Maybe this girl really did love him. "I would show it to him every day…then I'd show him iCarly and tell him about you two…was that wrong?" Carly gasped softly and kept one hand on her chest while lowering the other, her tears became fresh and Spencer was slowly being filled with more and more love for this woman.

"No, not at all. I'm…I'm glad you still thought of me and didn't keep Blake from knowing who his father was."

"Don't think it was easy telling him why you weren't around." She moved her arms from his neck and took a slight step back as he slowly tilted his head back. Not this discussion again. He tapped his fingers on his pants and pushed his thumbs into the pockets.

"You can't expect a toddler to understand something like that."

"I know. Did you know that even though he's only two, he draws a lot better than most kids his age…" Spencer's eyebrows rose and his lips curled upwards.

"Now that is amazing." She nodded and turned to Blake with a smile.

"I know, I'm so proud of our son."

"Hey…" He moved up behind her and slowly moved his arms around her waist. As he did so, he felt her melting back into his arms and leaning against his bare chest. "Is it just me, or is it getting easier for you to say he's our son?" He smirked and flexed his muscles a bit, showing them off to her. She cleared her throat and walked forward.

"Easy there macho, I only say that because he is our son. DNA wise, you've contributed the one thing necessary to make you a father."

"Ouch. Just remember that I wasn't the one unwilling."

"Oh I'll remember that. As long as you remember, you still have to show me."

"I think I will. I got an art sculpture that I need to work on, but I think I'll push it aside because I want to make sure I give my son everything he needs."

"Oh and you'd actually do that?"

"I would actually do that." He folded his arms over his chest and smirked as Sasha looked back to him. When their eyes met, sparks flew. "There's no way in hell I'm going to settle for being a father. I'm going to be a dad and perhaps…" A smug expression grew upon his face as Sasha arched an eyebrow with curiosity. "A husband as well. No way I'm letting you two slip through my fingers, not this time."

"Go Spencer!" Freddie belted out his cheer with a fist bump in the air. Sam laughed and playfully smacked him on the head as Sasha slowly stared at the two of them. She smiled gently and returned her gaze to Spencer.

"How about you go get dressed and we'll go from there."

"Fine by me. By the way, I usually go to Pine Park down the street during the mornings and walk around. How about you and Blake get ready after lunch and we'll go down there." He tilted his head to the right and smirked at her, already he wanted to pull her into a little bit of family bonding time.

"Okay, sounds fine. Maybe Carly can join us?" Carly gasped and a grin immediately plastered her face.

"Oh can I? Please Spencer, please?" She wasas much a part of the family as Blake and Sasha were, so he saw no reason for her not to come along. Though Sam and Freddie could do other things. He rubbed the back of his head and looked at the two friends.

"Yeah I don't see why not, but Sam and Freddie…I'd rather you two hang out here if that's all right? I mean, wherever, but if you hang out here, try not to…eat everything in the fridge…" At that, everyone looked to Sam, who chuckled nervously.

"What? I can go without eating everything in the fridge."

"Right…"

Carly laughed and turned off the stove, both the noodles and sauce were done. "Okay guys, spaghetti's coming up."

"Awesome!" As expected, Sam was the first person to run to the table. The others shook their heads and moved over to the seats. This would be their first lunch as an almost whole family, and Spencer was feeling pretty good about that. Just before sitting down, he heard Sasha clear her throat.

"Spencer…get a shirt on." He had forgotten about that, but wasn't about to let that embarrass him. He nodded and tapped the back of the chair as he lowered his head next to Sasha and whispered into her ear.

"Well, if it distracts you so much, I'll be more than happy to go throw a shirt on." The joy of triumph came when her cheeks turned a bright red color. He stood straight and grinned as he turned and hurried off to his bedroom.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, seriousness will start next chapter.