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Alright, for this epilogue, we have traveled 15 years into the future. I don't know why I chose to do my epilogue this way, but I've had a craving to write the iCarly gang in the future :D

This definitely isn't needed, but I figured you might want to see how Sam and Freddie are doing at 30.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy look what I drawed!" I moved my eyes from the television to look at my three year old daughter. Her long brown curls bounced as she ran to sit next to me on the couch.

"It's a turkey mommy. Just like me." she said with a smile as she jumped up by my side. She handed me her picture.

Sure enough, it was a turkey. She had traced her hand, and had made a hand turkey. She even scribbled in the feathers on it's back made from her fingers "It's beautiful sweetie. Just like my little Turkey." I complimented as I pulled her into a hug.

"Sam," I heard come from the kitchen as my husband came into view "her name isn't Turkey. It's Amelia."

Amelia yanked out of my grip to face her father "Nu-uh dabby!" I smiled. She couldn't pronounce 'daddy' for some reason. I remember the first week she started calling Freddie dabby. For the next month I was calling him Dabby Duck. He was just too much fun to mess with.

Freddie walked over to Amelia, and kneeled by her "Honey, your name is Amelia."

My daughter crossed her arms "But I like Turkey." she pouted.

"It's Amelia sweetie." he said back nicely.

"Turkey." that's my girl. Standing up for meat.

"Amelia hon."

"Turkey!"

Freddie was about to call her Amelia again, but I cut in "Frederly. You do realize you are arguing with a three year old, right?"

"Well, she thinks she's been named after meat. What, are we going to be at her wedding in twenty years and the minister will be all 'Do you Turkey, take the Steak?'"

"I said 'I ham' instead of 'I Sam' at our wedding. You don't have to get you antibacterial underpants in a twist over nothing."

"Sam, she thinks her name is Turkey. That is not nothing."

I sighed and stood from the couch and looked at my daughter "You know your real name is Amelia right?"

She nodded with a smile at me.

"You just like being called Turkey though?" I continued.

She again nodded with a smile. I turned to my husband "See. There's not a problem. Now that that's solved, how are we doing on dinner?"

"What do you mean 'we'? I've made the whole meal by myself!" Freddie argued.

"You know you don't want me to help. You can't have it both ways." I shot back.

"Of course I don't want you to help. You'd eat everything in sight before the kids even got there!"

I smiled. That was very true "Well, how long till we eat anyway? I'm starving."

"When aren't you starving?"

"It's not my fault I need to eat constantly. You knew this when you married me!"

The oven timer went off, stopping our conversation, and Freddie said "Oh, gotta get that."

I smiled as he ran into the kitchen and out of site. He was still a dork. But he was my dork.

I turned my attention back to my daughter. She had busied herself with a string in her shirt. I chuckled lightly. I don't know why, but she reminded me of what I thought Carly was like as a small child.

"Dad!" I heard an earsplitting scream echo through the house. Stephanie, my nine year old daughter came rushing into the living room, followed by a very worried Freddie shortly after.

Stephanie was infuriated. But I could definitely see why. Her long hair that mimicked mine looked like it had been stuck together and hair sprayed so much it was frozen permanently. And it was sticking up in all different directions.

"Oh my God honey! What happened?" Freddie asked worriedly.

"Forrest! He put glue in my shampoo bottle!"

Ah, Forrest. He was my nine year old boy. Yes, Freddie and I had had twins. And they were a boy and girl. So we thought what better names for them than Stephanie and Forrest. Not to mention the fact that Forrest looked almost exactly like Freddie and Stephanie looked almost just like me, but of course, Forrest had gotten my personality, and Stephanie Freddie's. So they looked like us but had opposite personalities. Talk about the perfect names right?

"Forrest! Get out here!" I called.

My son arrived shortly, and as soon as his eyes fell on his sister, he cracked up laughing.

"Forrest." Freddie began calmly "Why did you put glue in Stephanie's shampoo bottle?"

As Forrest's laughter calmed, he said "Because I thought it would be funny. And I was right." he started to laugh again.

"It is not funny! You ruined my hair!" shouted my blonde child.

"Quit being a girl about it."

"I am a girl!"

"You don't have to act like one."

"Well how is it supposed to come out of my hair!?" screamed Stephanie.

"Whoa dude, relax. It's washable."

"Not out of hair!" screeched the girl as she made a move to attack her brother. Alright, I admit she had a little of me in her.

Freddie restrained her and said "Come on Steph. I'll help you get it out of your hair." He then looked up at me "Will you set the table for me Sam? Oh, and can you deal with Forrest for me?"

I sighed heavily. Setting the table meant work and effort. I motioned for my son to come over to my side, I had to do this for Freddie too.

"What up mom?"

"Look, the prank was good, but can you please not drive your sister up the wall?"

He smiled "Sorry."

"Well, go set the table. That's your punishment."

"Weren't you supposed to set the table?" he asked me.

"Yes, but you needed a punishment, and I don't want to set the table so everything worked out didn't it?"

He laughed and headed to go complete his sentence.

I plopped back down on the couch next to Amelia, and continued to watch the food network.

"Mommy! It's a turkey!" squealed Amelia next to me, referring to the TV.

I chuckled "Yup, that's a turkey." I pulled her onto my lap and as she became fascinated with her shirt's string again, I refocused on the TV.

Just then, Forrest came into the living room and sat next to Amelia and I.

"You get the table set?" I asked lazily, not moving my eyes from the television.

"Yup. So I'm off the hook right?"

I smiled and looked down at Forrest "I suppose. Just try to leave your sister alone, alright? I swear I'm going to go deaf if that girl screams one more time."

Forrest looked up at me "You don't like her?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course I like her. I love her too. But even though you love someone doesn't mean they can't drive you crazy once in a while. Take me and your dad for example. No, that's a bad example. We constantly get on each other's nerves."

This made my son laugh "Hey, what were you guys like when you were younger?"

"Pretty much exactly the same. We'd bicker and fight, but in the end, we still cared about each other."

"There," Forrest and I heard "Your hair's all clean."

Freddie came walking out with Stephanie, her hair still wet, but she was looking much better.

"How'd you get it out?" I asked with curiosity.

Freddie looked at me "You remember when you put ranch dressing in my shampoo bottle?"

I smiled at the memory "Of course."

"Well, I had to buy this special brand of shampoo to get rid of the smell, and I've been using it since so I just washed Steph's hair with that. And now she's glue free."

Stephanie hugged and thanked her dad, then came rushing over to sit next to her brother "Hey Forrest." she said as she bounced onto the couch.

The relationship with the twins was unbelievable. They could hate each other one minute, then be best friends the next. Kind of reminded me of my relationship with Fredweeb. I could insult him but then two seconds later we would be friends again.

Just then, the oven timer went off, signaling another food item for dinner was done.

"Oh, dinner time." Freddie said as he ran into the kitchen.

"Alright," I began as I lifted Amelia from my lap and set her on the floor "Let's eat!"

Stephanie, Forrest, and I walked over to the dinning area, while Amelia dawdled behind us. It's not that she couldn't walk well, she just liked dawdling.

Once my kids and I had made it to our destination, we sat down.

Then I realized Amelia had to be lifted into her booster seat.

I looked at Forrest "Go put Amelia into her seat."

"Psh. I set the table. You do it."

"I'm your mother. I win. Now help your sister."

Forrest was about to spit another comment at me, but Stephanie cut in "Don't fight about it. I'll help her." ah, my little peacemaker. Yup, she was definitely Stephanie alright.

"Tank you Setanee." Amelia said and gave her sister a kiss on the cheek.

"You're welcome Turkey."

As Stephanie sat down, she looked at me "Mom, how come Amelia can say mommy and Forrest, but she can't say daddy or Stephanie?"

"She gets her point across. She'll learn in time." I defended.

"Here comes dinner." Freddie suddenly announced as he came in with a few food dishes and set them on the table. He was always the cook, he didn't trust me to not eat the food while I made it. Smart boy.

"Where's the ham?" I asked, making Freddie roll his eyes.

"I have to get it-"

"Go." I ordered before he could even finish his sentence. Forrest and Stephanie smiled.

After a few seconds, my husband returned with the best food in the world. Ham.

As Freddie sat down he said "There. Sam has here ham."

I shushed him "You're ruining the moment."

"What moment?"

I sighed, aggravated "The best food in the world was just set in front us! Keep up Freducation!"

We basked in the ham's glory for a few more seconds before I said "Time for mamma to eat." as I rubbed my hands together eagerly.

But out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stephanie's hand reaching for the ham. My ham.

"Touch it and your grounded!" I screamed.

"But mom." whined the girl.

"We've talked about this. Mamma always gets the first piece of ham…and the last."

Stephanie rolled her eyes "You're so strange mom."

"And that's just the way I like it."

"I don't wanna go to bed!" I heard Amelia say from her bedroom, as I sat in the living room with Stephanie and Forrest.

"But you have your big girl bed now." Freddie attempted once more to get Amelia to go to bed.

"But dabby! Setanee and Forrest get tuh be arake."

We all heard the man sigh as he came back into the living room.

"Trouble?" I asked.

"Will you get her to go to sleep?"

"It took you ten minutes to ask for my help?"

"Sam, will you just…"

"I'm coming I'm coming. Don't cry about it."

I made my way to Amelia's room. Once I got there, I saw she was sitting Indian style with her arms crossed in the middle of her new 'big girl' bed.

"Hey Turkey. How come you don't want to sleep?"

"I'm not tired."

"Well can you go to sleep for me? Please, for mommy?"

She was quiet for a moment "Otay." she said with a small sigh.

"That's my girl." I whispered with a smile as I kissed her in the forehead and tucked her in "Night my little Turkey."

"Night mommy."

I flicked off the lights and went in the hall where Freddie was waiting for me. He gave me a kiss on the lips before pulling me into a hug "Thank you. But how come she doesn't listen to me but she always listens to you?"

"Because she's mommy's little Turkey."

"Still."

"Well maybe if you would get her the puppy she's been wanting-" I started as we began to walk back to the living room.

"The puppy Amelia's been wanting, or the puppy you've been wanting?"

"I don't see why we can't have one!"

"Because they pee everywhere, and they chew up everything."

"Only for like the first week."

"I wish! It lasts until we're done potty training them, and then there's the accidents. And they chew on everything until they stop teething."

"Don't be such a baby." I spat as we entered the living room and sat on the couch.

"Hey dad?" Stephanie asked, interrupting our conversation.

"What is it Steph?"

"Are we old enough to know the story?" Forrest cut in.

"What story?" I asked.

Stephanie and Forrest walked up to us, and handed me a picture frame.

The picture frame. When Freddie and I got married, we took the notes the real Stephanie and Forrest gave us, and put them in a picture frame which we set on the nightstand next to our bed.

"You think they're ready?" Freddie whispered.

"I don't know. It involves me dieing." I said in the same quiet tone.

"But we've never told anyone. Not even Carly."

"True, but they just want to know who they were named after and how we became a couple."

"Are you gonna tell us or not?" Forrest blurted.

I sighed.

"It might be kind of scary. And you probably won't believe us." Freddie warned slowly "Are you sure you want to know?"

The twins looked at one another, then back to us. They both nodded.

"Alright sit down." I instructed "Now, before we tell you, you have to promise never to tell anyone else."

"Promise." the twins said in synchronization.

"You want to start?" Freddie asked me.

"Sure." I looked at my kids. I was about to tell them…everything "When I was fifteen, I loved pranking your nubby dad. So, one day…"

And that's it! I hope you liked it and it seemed realistic.

As you may have realized, I didn't do anything futuristic. Sorry about that but I just wanted it to seem familiar, plus, I have no idea what homes will be like in the future ;D I hope the 'mom' Sam was believable. Still lazy but cares about her kids, yet she still has to pick on Freddie. Also, I think it was okay for Sam to have twins since she is a twin herself so it probably runs in the family. Thank you so much for reading!

One final note:

Do you guys know where I got the name Amelia from?

If you guess I'll tell you if you're right or not, but for those of you I cannot contact, I will edit this author's note in about a week with the answer ;) Love you guys!

-iCarlyFanFreek825

EDIT: SuP pEoPlEs!? The answer for the trivia question is: Amelia is the little girl who gave Freddie her teddy bear in the park in chapter 14.

Dr. Weymin's #1 fan - If you see this, thank you so much for that review. It was so nice. And to answer your question, I am a girl (as stated in my profile :D). I'm so happy you liked the story so much, and I can't believe even though you rarely review, I got one from you! I love getting reviews after a story has ended. As your favorite author said 'A story should live on its own now, bringing in reveiws without writing anymore chapters', and when people do that, I really feel happy :)