Words can't explain (Icarly/Seddie fanfic)

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"Mummy, mummy! Bloom won't stop pulling my hair!" Sam and Freddie's three year old child, Flora whined. "Well she took my Cuddle Me Katy Doll!" Bloom defended. "Oh, guys. You're twins! You shouldn't fight..." Sam sighed. "Well you always fight with Aunt Melanie." Flora stated out. "And this is the part when you walk out of my room, smiling." The girls giggled and ran out of the room, leaving Sam on her own.

Freddie and Nathan, their six year old, were spending their time at a Galaxy War convention and they had pretty much enjoyed themselves. Leaving Sam to look after her two little kids at home.

Sam lay on her bed and sighed. She had been feeling nauseous all week and it didn't seem to be going away. She was often dizzy or timid in such situations, that she had to go to the doctors. Of coarse, her doctor hadn't found the reason, so he told her to come back tomorrow to find out the details.

Her head was throbbing and she felt as if ten million knives were jabbing the lower part of her stomach. She cried out in pain and shed a few tears. Looking back, she grabbed a paper and pen and started to write. Sam knew it was crazy, but she had a really bad feeling. "I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" She muttered under her breath.

Dear family,
I know by now, I may be or may not be dead, but I feel the urge to write my will in case I do die. If I'm not dead, I'm sorry for being irrational and decided to write this will. But better early than late.

So I better start cracking before I waste the space on the paper. I will leave 25% of the money ,that I had saved in my secret bank account, to my only son, Nathan. I leave the other 50% to my beautiful twins, Bloom and Flora. I hope you guys share it equally... by that, I mean 25% each and if you don't, I'll come right out of my grave and make sure you don't spend a dime from that money. Also, I leave the rest to my husband, Freddie. Sorry I didn't tell you about my account, I just don't like the fact of a joined account. I need backup when I fall.

One thing I want you to do, two weeks after my funeral, is to burn all my clothes. I don't want them anywhere in that house because it'll be freaky and weird. Oh, yeah, I leave my famous fat cake wrapper, most valuable, to my child, Bloom. We've always had that thing in common. Please, for the sake of ham, please do not sell it. It means everything to me... plus its worth TEN THOUSAND POUNDS, BIGGER THAN DOLLARS YA KNOW!

I don't want anything given to my sister, Melanie. She's annoying, she's annoying, she is annoying... Ok, I'll leave her my condo in L.A... no parties or anything like that! I'm only giving that to you, Mel, because I don't want you to feel left out when reading the list.

I also forgot Carly. Oh, yeah! The thing you get is my jewellery that we got from the jewellery shop last year. Remember how much it cost? I remember Freddie scolding me for buying it... and soon scolding at you for making me buy it. Please keep it, it'll mean a ton to me!

Spencer and Gibby, I leave you that yat you've been trying to get off me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Don't think I forgot you, Pam. Yes, I said Pam! Who do you feel? Anyway, I give you the respect and honour you deserve. For sheltering me, feeding me and keeping Mr safe through all the rough times you, Mel and I had. I never thought if it, but you're the best mum anyone could ask for. Hmmm, chiz. Kay, I'll give you my ten thousand pound coin. I had been saving it for a while, ever since Freddie and I went on our first date at Pinini's. I remember bending down, picking it up and showing him what I found. Never thought I'd have it for so many years. Also, why not wait a while because it might be a ton when you are 42! Ha, fourth two... to young...

Well I guess that's it! I love you guys, especially my family. By family I meant you guys... for you Carly, always being there for me, you Spencer, for taking me as your own little sister, you Gibby, for being the weirdest, but most special friend ever, you Melanie, for always being the cherriest side of me, you mum, for being there and Freddie, for being my wall, my brother, my husband and mostly my friend.

From your friend,
Sam.

P.S if you dare touch my phone, just know that guilt will jeep rising...

Sam put down the paper, slid it in an envelope, signed it, put it in her little cabinet and fell. Fell on the ground.

It had been two hours till Bloom and Flora found out that their mother was dead. Obviously, traumatized, they called the cops and were able to reach their dad. Sam and her family were rushed to the hospital only to find out some news.

"Mr. Benson, your wife only passed out because she was pregnant! Lots of women go through that stage, I mean, she just gave birth to twins three years ago. It takes about five to really recover from that pain. It probably just hurt a lot..." Dr. Jones chuckled.

"Wait a minute, you're pregnant... again!" Freddie exclaimed. A lot was going on in his head and it soon felt like a waste after the news. "I didn't know either, so stop having cold feet!" Sam snapped. She rested in the medical bed and felt a sudden wave of nausea. "Oh, man..." She cringed whilst clutching her belly.

I guess that will was a waste of time... at least I have it done. Sam thought.

"So hoe long has she been pregnant?" Freddie asked. "It says for about four weeks. Mrs. Benson, haven't you been feeling anything different, like morning sickness or that kind of stuff?" Dr. Jones asked firmly. "Actually doctor, no. I have just been feeling queasy and sometimes nauseating, but nothing like that chiz..." Sam answered.

"It's probably just a coincidence. You are 26..." He replied. "Ok, well you are going to be having to take medications. Here is a subscription, just take it to the pharmacy down the street and they'll give it to you on the spot. That'll be £11 though..." He smiled and watched the family walk out.

"I can't believe your pregnant, again." Freddie exclaimed. "Is there a problem?" Sam frowned whilst clutching onto Bloom and Nathan. "No, just four kids in the house and you're only 26! By the time were 32 we'd have at least seven kids!" Sam chuckled as she saw her husband's impression.

"And come on. Have you SEEN Carly? She has only one child who is about seven now and he is, apparently, a while lot of trouble." Freddie chuckled. "Oooh, I'm tell-en!" Bloom sing signed. Sam smiled at her child, "But come on! Have you SEEN Angelina? The chick is only twenty nine and she has eighteen kids in her house. I think she has twins piping out every year!" She chuckled. "Actually, last year, they were triplets..." Freddie informed.

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"Sam, I'm so happy you're OK." Freddie smiled whilst pulling his wife closer. She giggled and buried her head into his chest. "Oh wait, I has he to get one of my documents. My boss wants them tomorrow and-HEY, what's that?" He asked, climbing out of bed.

"Nothing!" Sam cried as she got out of the bed. "I'd this a- gosh, no Sam! Are you serious?" He looked dead into her eyes and his face droop as if he was about to cry. "I- Freddie..." She couldn't say anything because he had walked out, into their bathroom.

"Come on, baby. It's not my fault... the thing was killing me and I-" Freddie cut her off. "Just stop... sleep or something." He couldn't believe this was happening. His wife had written a will, a freakin will!

Sam slowly climbed into bed and watched the door carefully. She felt tears rolling down her eyes and sighed.

After five minutes, Freddie finally walked out. He wasn't angry anymore and he was pretty peaceful. Everything Sam said was nice and kind, slightly funny, but still. He still couldn't believe what she had done, but why is he complaining? He doesn't know how it feels. So why judge a woman for doing something when your not even one?

He crawled into bed and watched his sleeping wife carefully. He looked at her naturally curled eyelashes, her little cute nose her blue eyes and her bright pink lips. He sighed and smirked slightly.

"Thank you, Samantha Bella Puckett, for being a wall, ny sister, my wife and mostly my friend." He hugged her and pulled her in. What a special lady I have.