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The girls didn't awake until gone lunchtime that Sunday. Freddie, Robbie and Gibby took Benji to Bots for lunch, and by the time they returned, Carly, Sam and Cat were finally awake. Carly was focused on watching Sam and Freddie, how they reacted towards each other and such. She found it fascinating how Sam was still in love with Freddie after all these years; it must be true love.
Sam was forcing Freddie to make her a triple-decker sandwich, as she was hungry, and mad at him for not taking to her to Bots. Even after he promised her he'd take her there for dinner, she still wasn't convinced. Freddie rolled his eyes, but made the sandwich anyway. Freddie was trying to act as normal as possible on the outside. He knew if he acted any differently, Sam would pick up on it and interrogate him. On the inside, however, he was really, really confused. Well, confused maybe wasn't the word. Or maybe it was. Freddie knew how he felt; he was in love with Sam. He was in love with Sam and all her beauty, inside and out, and the baby. He was going to be a real biological father, and that thought made him smile like a child on Christmas day. He was annoyed though, kind of. Sam and him had got this far; the baby was healthy, they were happy, and everything was perfect – except for the fact that they were not married.
Yes; Freddie would admit it to himself. He was in love with Sam and really wanted to marry her. Gibby's speech had made him kind of jealous; Freddie just didn't have the courage to do anything like that. He was scared, terrified even. He wanted to marry Sam, and the only thing he wanted more than that was Sam to be happy. He couldn't decide whether asking her to marry him would make her happy, or whether she only liked him as a friend.
It was going to be complicated to explain to the kids if they were just friends.
Freddie was also worried about one other thing; they hadn't told his mum.
He wanted to, of course; it was great news, but he was unsure of how his mother would take it. Sam being pregnant and her son being the father obviously meant that the two had done certain things to get to this outcome. Never mind her shock that her son was not clean anymore, never mind it was with Sam Puckett, but they were not married; and he knew his mum would disagree with that.
He decided to get Sam alone and talk to her about it.
"Sam?"
"What?" Sam groaned with a mouth full of sandwich.
"Can I talk to you, alone?"
"But I'm eating!"
"You can eat. Please, it's important."
Sam could see the look in his eye, and she agreed. Freddie couldn't help but notice the wink Carly threw at Sam just before they left.
Weird.
"What's up, Benson?"
"Erm, well you see, I've been thinking a lot and I was wondering if I could have your opinion on something."
"Have you been thinking about what last name to give the baby too? Cause I was thinking-"
"Well, no. But we can name the baby whatever you want. A double-barrel name would be cute. So, anyway. I've been thinking, we haven't told my mother about the pregnancy yet."
"Oh, Chiz. We haven't, have we?"
"Nope."
"Oh my God. We haven't told my mum either."
"Or Melanie!"
"I was so busy with all of this I didn't even think of them. Do you think we should invite them round?"
"I think we should. The schools are off for Halloween soon, so we should ask them then."
"Alright. Gosh, I haven't seen my mum or Melanie since I left."
"Really?"
"Yeah. This is going to be so strange."
"Are you going to feel okay with telling my mum?"
"Yes, she should take it okay, I think. Either that or she'll kill me."
"I'm sure she'll be okay. If not, there's nothing she can do about it."
"Awww, has little Freddie Benson all grown up?"
"Yes, Samantha Puckett. Yes he has."
"Fredhead!" Sam whined.
"I'm surprised you're not attacking me."
"It's kind of hard now, Benson."
"Ah, the baby."
"Yes, the baby!"
"How are you feeling at the moment?"
"Alright actually. Apart from the sickness this morning, I'm feeling good."
"Good."
"I'm probably going to pull your arm off during the birth though."
"I can't wait." Freddie smiled.

Carly and Gibby's relationship didn't change that much. Sure, they knew they were both in love with each other, but didn't want a relationship. As Gibby had said, they were just planning to get married, and not actually go out. It was up to Carly when that was, and Carly was convinced she wanted her wedding day when Sam had hers. Carly was also convinced Sam was getting married to Freddie.
Sam told her that was impossible and would never happen.
Freddie told Sam to never say never.
Sam told Freddie to stop quoting Justin Bieber.
Carly and Gibby were moving out in five days' time and were trying to sort out what to do with the apartment.
That's when Carly had an idea. "Cat and Robbie, why don't you live here?"
"In your apartment?"
"Yeah! Since we're going, you and Robbie could share it. Then, you will get more time to yourselves, and there's room for the baby!"
"That's a splendid idea." Robbie commented.
"I know! Sam, Freddie, do you agree?"
"Well, I guess we'll have to." Freddie shrugged.
"Yeah, we will need an extra room once the baby is born." Sam added.
"Yay!" Carly cheered.
Sam was worried. Now it was getting serious. Freddie and her sharing an apartment with two children… they were exactly like a family.
She loved him.
And Sam didn't know if she'd be able to wait much longer before telling him that.