Sam rolled her eyes as Dylan continued to hum the wedding march. "Quiet, kid, I'm working," she chuckled, typing the finishing touches of her review on a restaurant she'd just critiqued.
"Can we do something after you're finished with work?" Dylan asked, hopping up on the chair next to Sam's.
"Sure, what do you want to do?" she chuckled again, shaking her head, a few stray blonde curls falling from her messy ponytail.
"Um…can we make cookies?" Dylan grinned.
"Why not," Sam smiled, lifting him off the chair, spinning around in a circle.
Sam put him down and got out the ingredients, and then helped the little brunette up onto a chair next to the kitchen counter. Sam threw all the items into the bowl in order the recipe said, with much help from her little man, and Dylan mixed the batter, using all his might as the cookie dough got thicker. Sam mixed stirred in the chocolate chips and held up one of the mixer's beaters to Dylan. He took it from her hand and began sucking on it.
"Is that good?" Sam chuckled, scooping the cookie dough onto the parchment paper and baking sheet in even scoops.
"Hm-mm," Dylan nodded, licking the remaining batter off of the beater.
Sam tossed the beaters into the sink and shoved the baking sheet into the preheated oven. She then put the remaining batter in the refrigerator.
"Who's Spencer?" Dylan asked, looking through the small oven window.
Sam perked up and her head whipped around to look at the boy. "Um, where'd you here that name?"
"I heard you and Freddie talking about him." The brunette shrugged.
"Oh, he's um…an old friend of mine and Freddie's." Sam replied.
"An ex-boyfriend," Dylan questioned.
"No." Sam said immediately. "Just a friend; he's almost ten years older than me."
"Oh. Is he coming to the wedding?" Dylan looked away from the cookies and to his mother.
"I don't know; he'll come if he can make it."
"Okay," Dylan nodded.
"How long until the cookies are done?" the boy asked after a few minutes of silence.
Sam looked at her wrist. "About ten more minutes."
"You're not wearing a watch…" Dylan grinned up at her.
Sam shrugged smiling.
After those ten minutes were up Sam pulled the baking sheet out of the oven and set it on the counter to let it cool. She poured Dylan and herself glasses of milk, and then they sat down with a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies between them.
"Something smells good," someone said from the next room.
"Kitchen," Sam calls to Suzie.
"Hey, Sammy; 'sup, kid?" the blonde smiled, bouncing into the room.
"Hey, Suz," Sam greeted, getting up to pour her friend a glass of milk.
"Skim," Suzie pointed to the glass Sam held out to her.
Sam nodded and took her seat, leaning back as Suzie took a seat at the end of the table next to Dylan.
"How do you feel about a date night with Freddie this weekend? Marcus and I'll watch the big boy," Suzie asked, ruffling Dylan's brown hair.
"Well, we weren't planning on going out; we have the wedding to plan." Sam took a sip of milk.
"Take a break." Suzie shrugged.
Sam took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Fine, I just don't understand why you want us to go out; he lives with us. If he didn't have a job, he'd be here, hanging with us."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever; couples always need a date night, it keeps the relationship strong. You two need it; especially with the wedding coming up."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Absolutely nothing," Suzie shook her head. She stood and looked at the stove digital clock. "I'll see you guys later, Freddie will be home soon."
With a quick kiss on the cheek for Dylan and a wink at Sam, she left the apartment.
"Alright, kid, you want to help me with the dishes?" Sam asked, setting the empty cookie plate in the sink, along with the glasses.
"Nope," Dylan ran out of the room in a flash.
Sam gave the spot he'd just been a deadpan stare and turned to the sink. Sam could here Dylan yelling 'commands' to fake people as he shot the wall the fake Fazer Freddie had given him. Sam chuckled smiling. He and Freddie were so much alike. He and Gibby were a lot alike too; as was him and Carly. Tears pricked Sam's eyes and she roughly wiped her eyes across her blue shirt sleeve. Sam looked out the window above the sink and memories of the night she heard Carly and Gibby had been in a car accident entered her brain, playing over and over again.
"Calm down, Dylan," Sam told the baby in the backseat. She took a sharp turn into the hospital parking lot and parked. Practically ripping Dylan out of the car, she ran through the hospital's sliding double doors. Cleaning supply aromas filled her nose, almost causing her to gag, but she was too focused on her friends to pay any attention.
"Carly and Gibby Gibson," she said hurriedly to the clerk.
"Are you family?" the clerk as nicely.
"I'm Carly's sister," Sam lied, growing even more anxious than she did before.
"I'm sorry you can't see them right now,"
"Where are they, lady?" Sam growled down at the girl, anger flaring in her blue eyes.
"Room 127," Sam knew she'd break under pressure.
Sam bolted for the room at the end of the hall and burst past the doctor walking out of the room.
"Hey, you're not allowed in there." He said, following her into the room.
Sam didn't say anything, she just set Dylan's car seat down and walked slowly over to the bed Carly laid in.
"They were hit by a semi truck. They didn't have time; I'm sorry." The doctor explained and left the room quietly.
Sam took a seat in the chair next to Carly's bed and stared at her lifeless body. No tears entered Sam's eyes as she sat the emotionless.
My best friend was dead. Gibby's dead. Dylan's parents were dead.
Those were the only thoughts streaming through her head.
It was then that she noticed Spencer's huddled up form next to Carly's bed. His face was streaked with tears and his hand clasped hers tightly. Then she heard Dylan's quiet whimper as he shifted in his seat, drifting slowly to sleep. That's when she broke down. The tears she'd held in all those years of high school. The ones she'd held in when she and Freddie broke up, and when he never came back from college. The ones she had held in when she and Carly had arguments. The ones she had held in when she thought she was going nowhere in life. The ones she'd kept in just to be brave for her friends and family. All those years of tears poured out uncontrollably. Spencer didn't do anything. All the life, humor and child like happiness had left his eyes. They were now filled with hurt, sorrow and regret. Sam knew he blamed himself for this even though he had nothing to do with it.
The water shut off and strong arms wrapped around Sam's waist.
"You're just standing here with the water running, what's wrong?" Freddie murmured into her neck.
Sam swallowed and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
"Hey, you okay?" the brunette turned her around to face him.
She looked at the floor and the salty drops fell to her purple sneakers.
"Hey, Freddie," Dylan grinned running into the room, oblivious to his mother's tears.
"Hey, kid, can you go to your room for a few minutes? I need to talk to your mom." Freddie shoved him gently toward the door.
"Nothing," Freddie assured the boy and took Sam's hand, guiding her into their room down the hall.
Freddie removed his tie and shoes and sat down on the bed he shared with Sam, pulling the vulnerable girl into his lap. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. Sam buried her face in the crook of his neck and cried.
"Can you tell me what's wrong?" Freddie whispered after a few minutes of silence.
"I was just thinking about Carly and Gibby," she sighed, pulling away from her neck.
Freddie nodded and placed a kiss on her ear.
"Suzie wants you and I to have a date night this week." The blonde told him, shifting on his lap but not moving off him.
"Why?" Freddie's arms tightened around his fiancé's waist when her legs straddled his.
"I have no idea," Sam rolled her puffy eyes.
"When," Freddie asked.
"I don't know, maybe Friday or Saturday." She shrugged.
"I don't think I can wait that long," he growled lowly.
He leaned forward and kissed her, deepening the kiss instantly. Sam's hands flew to his hair; pulling herself closer to him. Freddie pulled the hair tie from Sam's hair, releasing the curls, the strands cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. Freddie's lips left Sam's and she gasped for breath as he moved to her neck. Sam's hands slid down the brunette's neck, then his shoulders, and then landed on his chest. Her fingers worked on undoing each button of his shirt from top to bottom slowly. Freddie didn't protest when his shirt was suddenly on the floor, his hands simply moved to the hem of his shirt.
"Momma," Dylan knocked from the other side of the double doors.
Sam and Freddie broke away. Both were breathing heavily with swollen lips and mussed up hair. Freddie was shirtless and Sam's shirt was half way up her torso.
"Just a minute, kid," Sam called back, moving off Freddie's lap.
Dylan didn't anything else and left the door.
"How is it you make me lose my breath with a simple kiss?" Sam asked breathlessly.
"That wasn't a 'simple kiss', baby." Freddie pointed out, kissing her throat gently.
He got off the bed and picked his discarded shirt off the floor.
"Were you this hot in high school?" Sam stared at his toned torso with raised eyebrows.
Freddie let out a deep chuckle, slipping the shirt on, but he didn't button it. "Not quite." He replied.
Sam hopped off the bed, straitening her shirt and ran a hand through her hair. She skipped into the bathroom and grabbed a brush, dragging it through her hair.
"Freddie!" she growled angrily, stomping back into the room.
"Yeah?" he turned to her with a raised eyebrow, his shirt halfway buttoned with his chest still in clear view.
"You gave me a hickey?" the blonde screeched.
"Oh, yeah…" he smirked, brushing her hair off her shoulder so he could see it better. "It makes you look so sexy."
Sam raised a bored eyebrow at him before leaving the room to find Dylan.
"Oh, come on!" Freddie called after her.
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