Sam Puckett was a very smart woman. Smart in the terms of knowledge, life, but also people; and there were four people she knew particularly well. Carly Shay: Sam knew her all too well - they had known each other a very long time. Cat Valentine: also very easy to read. An amazing best friend to Sam. Benji Benson - Her son, a smart little boy, yet Sam knew him like the back of her hand. And last (but defiantly not least) Freddie Benson. Sam knew Freddie better than anyone. She could tell when was happy, sad, lying or annoyed, and she could also tell when he was hiding something.
1) He was acting suspicious - he was literally creeping around, eyeing certain objects weirdly, like they were about to come alive and attack him.
2) Whenever Robbie spoke, he watched him carefully, and looked like he was about to pounce any minute.
Sam decided that maybe, just maybe, he was worried about the un-born baby, or something like that. However, Sam knew him better than that. On the other hand, he could be stressing over Christmas. It was only one week away, and they had invited everyone round for the occasion. Everyone except Sam's mum, that was.
Carly, Gibby, Mrs Benson, Spencer and Melanie all arrived on the 23rd December. They all walked in together, and at that moment, the Benson-Puckett apartment was alive with the Christmas spirit.
Presents were placed under the tree and sleeping arrangements were sorted out. Benji was to sleep in the baby's room and Carly and Gibby slept on his bunk bed. Melanie had the spare bed in Cat and Robbie's apartment, and Spencer slept on their couch. Mrs Benson was to sleep on the couch in Sam and Freddie's apartment.
The day went by quickly, and soon enough Sam was awoken on Christmas Eve morning with a light shake. "Hmm?" She moaned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"It's Christmas Eve!" Replied an excited whisper. Benji was stood next to the bed, a gigantic smile on his face. "Only one more day 'till Christmas!"
Sam chuckled as she used her spare hand to ruffle his hair. "I'm excited too kid. But you know who else will be excited? Grandma! Go wake her up!"
"But Grandma's weird."
"That gives you more of a reason to wake her up!"
"Did you really have to make him wake up my mum?" Freddie chuckled as he got up.
"Yep." Sam grinned. "It was the perfect opportunity to annoy her without actually doing anything myself!"
"I thought you liked my mum now anyway?" He said, helping Sam up and out of bed.
"I do." She said. "Just sometimes, I love to annoy the people that I like."
"I know that all too well." Freddie kissed her.
Freddie started to prepare the food for the next day's meal, Christmas dinner, whilst everybody else watched 'Elf', their favourite Christmas movie.
Sam was placed right in the middle of the sofa, taking up the most room. She had her head on Cat's shoulder, who was still pretending to be pregnant with a giraffe stuffed up her jumper. Sam groaned in pain as her back started to ache again. It had gotten worse over the past few days.
She groaned again.
"Sammy, are you alright?" Freddie asked from the kitchen. Sam blushed. Even after all this time, he made her cheeks go red frequently. She loved the pet names and the gentleman-ness of her boyfriend.
"Yeah." Sam smiled at him, re-assuring him she was fine. Once he turned back, she groaned again. Cat copied her.
"Sam, honey, are you sure you're alright?" Mrs Benson asked her. "Do you want me to take you to the bathroom?"
"I'll take her, Marissa." Carly offered.
"Thanks." Sam grinned, though still in pain.
"I still can't believe Sam's going to have a baby." Spencer sighed. "I'm way older than her and I still don't have a baby."
"You don't even have a girlfriend, Spencer." Freddie reminded, coming to sit on the couch with them.
"Hey, there is a valid reason for that." Spencer said.
"And what is that?"
"Well… I…"
Freddie laughed. "Right. Anyway, I'm sure you'll find someone soon!"
"So, what's up?" Carly asked.
"I just keep having all these pains, but like really bad."
"Do you think it's nearly time?"
"Not until February." Sam replied.
"She could be early." Carly suggested, taking a tablet out if the cabinet.
"God, don't scare me." Sam chuckled. "I'm sure they just get worse as you go along. I might just have to kill Freddie to help me survive."
"Sam, killing your boyfriend/future husband is not the answer to everything."
"It is." Sam smirked. "Carls, before you get pregnant, just think about the pain that comes with it." Sam informed, sitting back on the toilet seat.
"I'll try." Carly giggled.
Cat knocked on the door. "Can I come in? My back hurts. I swear, this giraffe will be the death of me."