A/N – I feel like I really let you down with yesterday's chapter. It was all short and boring. So, I've given you another today! It is also short and boring, but I promise you, the next chapter is drama-full and Seddie-full and Cabbie-full and I love it!
So you'll just have to wait a little while 'till it's complete and then I'll post it ASAP!
Thanks as well for the reviews, I love getting them! None of my stories have ever been liked this much. It does give me inspiration, as well. I'm struggling with my other story (iSurvive the Year) at the moment, I think it's a bit too outdated, and I'm getting no reviews so I have no inspiration.
Anyway, sorry for rambling.
Thanks, and sorry!
Daisy:D

Friday rolled around slowly, but Sam was glad when it came. Yesterday, they looked after a baby named Hayley. She was cute, but really hard work. Robbie had been out, so Cat had ended up doing a lot of the work. There were still a few hours before Cat and Robbie came home from school, so Sam decided she should tidy. When working on her and Cat's room, she got side-tracked when she saw a picture of Cat and Robbie. It was placed on Cat's bed-side table. They were kissing. Sam touched her lips lightly. She hadn't been kissed in ages, it felt like. She could hardly remember what it felt like. Had it been four years? Maybe five? She hadn't even kissed many people… only Freddie and…
Oh.
Freddie.
Sam then retrieved her photo album and started to look through it. Carly had made this for her before she left for Italy. It had many photos of the iCarly gang through the years. She got to the stage of her and Freddie dating. On the next page, just like it had always been, was the picture of her and Freddie kissing. Freddie had taken it. At the time, Sam thought it was a nerdy idea, but now she thanked him for it.
The photos on the page before were all the ones that Carly had taken. They were all of when they were dating. Snuggling on the couch, eating on their date, walking in the park…
"Stupid Sam." She whispered to herself. "Stupid, stupid Sam." She closed the book. "Why do I do this to myself?"
She placed the book back under her bed, and carried on tidying.

"…And then we played outside in the sandpit. And then we played a ball game. And then we had a biscuit and milk, and then it was home time, and then… well, then you picked me up!" Benji smiled. "How was your day?" They turned a corner.
"It was- Wow! Look at that smoke!" Sam exclaimed. Cat and Benji turned their heads to see a big smoke cloud not that far ahead. They could all smell it. "That must be a big fire! Anyway. My day's been good, thanks. How was it with your Grandma?"
"Weird." Benji said. "But it was okay."
"Good. Want to know what we're doing today?"
"Baking!"
"Nearly. We're cooking tea!"
"What is it?"
"Pizza!"
"Yay!" Benji smiled. "Can I make one for daddy too? He loves Pizza."
"Sure." Cat smiled.

"What's daddy's favourite topping?"
"Peperoni!"
"We have plenty of that!" Cat smiled as she reached for the peperoni pot. "Wait… it's empty."
"I wonder why…" Sam said.
"Sam. Did you eat all the peperoni?" Cat asked.
"No." Sam denied.
"Let me smell your hands." Benji said accusingly. He sniffed them. "You DID eat the peperoni!"
"I was hungry! There's another one in the fridge, anyway." The pizzas were quickly finished, and ready to be eaten. Sam kept her eye on Benji so he didn't pretend to be a T-rex again. He didn't. They then watched a film, and then it was time for Benji to go home.

"DADDY!" Benji ran in and hugged his son. "WE MADE A PIZZA FOR YOU."
"What? Oh- That's great Benji." Freddie forced a smile. "How was it at Sam and Cat's?" He got up off the sofa to carry his son.
"It was great!" Benji smiled. "I love it there!"
Freddie gave his son a sympathetic smile. "Why do you like it so much?"
"I don't know, just Sam and Cat are funny. And we make good things. And Sam's really nice. And Cat."
"Shall we go up to bed then?" Freddie asked. He carried Benji up the stairs and washed him, brushed his teeth, and put him in his pyjamas. "Good night Benji."
"Daddy?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you thought about adopting Sam yet?"
"I don't think it would really work, Benji."
"Oh, you could adopt Cat, too! Then Sam won't be lonely!"
"How old are they?"
"I think they're 22."
"Benji, I'm 23. Wouldn't it be strange to have daughters one year younger than me?"
"You could marry them!"
"Both of them?"
"Yeah. But if you had to choose just one, make it Sam."
"Night night, Benji." Freddie chuckled as he closed the door.
"Night."
Freddie closed the door shut."
"Daddy!" Benji called.
"Yeah?"
"Have you thought about adopting Sam yet?"