A/N: So sorry for the wait! Here's the next chapter! Enjoy!:)

"Carly," Sam called, reluctantly getting out of her and Freddie's shared bed. "You okay in there?" She sighed when she heard her best friend vomiting even worse than before. Walking into the bathroom, she saw Carly slumped over the stool, her hair everywhere, and a pregnancy test on the floor.

Sam's eyes widened, in shock and terror. "What is that?"

"Didn't you take health class," Carly snapped. "I think you freaking know what that is."

Sam and Carly exchanged a glance, as suddenly, a beeping went off. They both looked at the pregnancy test, Carly starting to cry when she saw the results.

"Aw, c'mon, Kiddo," Sam said, stroking Carly's hair. "A baby is a gift." Sam spoke these words, even as she knew they weren't true—at least for right now.

"Yeah, Sam," Carly said, composing herself. "Especially when you have a job, college, and this wonderful vacation to take care of also."

Sam gave her a sad look. "C'mon, let's just—"

Suddenly, they heard two men voices, Freddie and Gibby, standing in the kitchen. "When are you going to tell Gibby?" Sam whispered, now cautious of everything that she could possibly say wrong"

"Please give it time," Carly whispered, becoming slightly annoyed. Sam walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

"Morning, nerds," She said, trying to act normal.

"Morning Sam," Gibby said. "Hey, where's Carly."

Sam bit her fingernails nervously. "She's in the shower.

"Huh," Freddie asked, giving Sam a weird look, as he knew she always bit her fingernails when she was nervous. "Before we left Carly was in the shower. And that was nearly an hour ago."

"Oh," Sam said, laughing nervously. "Well, she's still in there."

"Hey guys," Came a weak voice from behind them. "I'm here, don't worry." Carly had brushed her hair and made herself look presentable.

"Hey," Freddie said, still looking at Sam. "We were just about to take a walk. See you guys later."

Freddie pulled Sam out of the room and into the hallway. "What's going on," He demanded, pressing her against the wall. He knew she couldn't resist when he did that.

"Wha—what do you mean 'what's going on',"

"With Carly," Freddie said, leaning into her. "Why is she all 'un-Carly'?"

When she didn't reply, he pulled her impossibly closer to himself, hearing her breath hitch. "Tell me, Sam,"

"How can I tell you when you're doing this to me!?" He pulled away, now at a normal distance from her. "Carly—well she's pregnant."

Freddie's eyes went as wide as saucers. "Are you kidding me!? She's 21 and she and Gibby aren't even married for god's sake!"

"Shh," Sam whispered to him. "Don't tell her I told you."

"Sam," Freddie began, shock still in his eyes. "How am I not supposed to tell my best guy friend that his girlfriend is pregnant with their first child?"

"Easy," Sam said. "Just don't."

"Listen, Sam, I know it's easy for you to lie but I—I suck at it. There's no chance—"

Sam pulled him closer to her, breathing on his collarbone. "Don't tell Gibby, okay?"

"Okay," He said, and captured her lips to his.

…

All day long, Freddie had been staring at Carly. Just knowing that a baby was growing inside of her made him feel weird. And even more, knowing that Carly and Gibby could've been that irresponsible made him upset.

What would happen now? For nine whole months she had to follow strict rules—no partying, no drinking (not that she drunk), no eating bacon. Freddie smiled, thinking about how if Sam was the one pregnant; she'd go berserk from not being able to eat pork.

He did plan on him and Sam having kids later on—after he proposed to her and hopefully she'd say yes. But now, at 21 years old, still in college, working, now wouldn't be a good time for that. They had too many things to do before taking care of such a delicate and responsible new creature. He looked over to his girlfriend, who was chatting on the phone with her sister. He couldn't believe he was stuck with a vicious, mean, yet insanely beautiful girl like her. But to be truthful, he liked it.

He looked over to Gibby, who was watching TV. Poor, oblivious Gibby. He was the father of the baby, yet he was the only one who didn't know. He wished he could tell his best friend. It would make it so much easier for the both of them. But after the make out session him and Sam had earlier, he wanted to make sure that was still available for him.

Then he looked back to Carly, who was napping on the couch, a huge plate of pancakes stacked on them, about to fall over. What had they gotten themselves into?

As they all lay down in their respective beds that night, he heard Carly whisper: "Gib, would you ever want a kid with me?"

"Of course, Carls," He said, rubbing her back. "Why?"

"I'm—just wondering," Gibby nodded and they both fell asleep.

Freddie sighed. Carly should really tell Gibby, it could save a whole life's worth of madness and maybe even sadness. Oh well, this wasn't his problem, it was Gibby and Carly's. Oh how he wished he could help them.

He wrapped his arms around Sam's waist even tighter. "I love you," He whispered before closing his eyes and falling asleep. Before his eyes fully closed, he heard an "I love you too" back and smiled.

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A/N: I am soooo sorry for not updating in like two weeks! Really, I am! I've been busy with history fair all week and school is giving me stress like crazy! Also, I'll be updating iTwilight either late tonight or early tomorrow! My Microsoft is working so I think there should be fewer errors!If you haven't lost interest in me or the story, please update.