Carly Shay was the most important person in Freddie's world. If only she felt the same way. Freddie shook his head. He was about ready to give up on Carly. He should have years ago, when he was sent away from her. But he didn't. No, Carly Shay remained in his thoughts. Now, at twenty, it had been four years. Four years since everything had happened. Four years since he had been separated from his best friends. Four years since he had last looked into Carly's eyes. iCarly had kind of died without him. He had figured it would but it had broken his heart to see it happen on top of everything else.

Now Freddie was going back. He was going to see every one again and discuss the past. He was going to make sure that everything was okay. Freddie was going home.

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Carly leaned back against the couch, tired from another long day. Today was four years. Four years since the worst day of her life. Four years since her pain caused her to do the stupidest thing she'd ever done. Sam had told her how stupid it had been over these four years. Carly didn't need to be reminded.

"He says I can go."

Carly was pulled out her trance, by her favorite little boy in the world. Jamie Shay was three years old. A perfect image of his father with his brown hair, brown eyes, and his father's adorable smile; except for his colorful personality which so resembled his favorite Uncle Spencer.

Carly laughed and reached out to pull him onto her laugh, "Now what did I tell you, Jamie?"

Jamie leaned his head against her shoulder, "Today is Jamie and Mommy day."

Carly tickled her son, "That's right. Tell Uncle Spencer that Mommy gets to keep you all day."

Jamie wiggled out of her arms, "Uncle Spencer…"

Carly shook her head, laughing. He was so much like his dad.