I'm not really into all the "teen pregnancy" stories for seddie because honestly I don't think they'd have that issue so I decided to write one when they're older and married. Because they're good kids, and they don't roll like that.

Also I don't own anything so please don't sue, I still have college loans to work off

Chapter 1

Freddie Benson struggled with the lock on the door of his new apartment. He knew how to open a door, he'd used keys his entire life but for some reason this lock hated him. Sam didn't seem to have trouble with it so he decided it was because the lock was cursed. He gave up and knocked on the door hoping his new wife would answer it.
"Who is it?" He heard her call from inside.
"It's me, the door lock won't let me in," he explained sheepishly.
"Me who?" She called back.
"Just open the door Sam," he groaned. A few seconds later the door opened to reveal Sam wearing remarkably short overalls and a tank top. She had a streak of orange paint smeared on her forehead.
"Had a productive day?" He laughed leaning in to kiss her.
"Dining room's finished," she said linking their arms leading him across the apartment.
"You finished this today?" He asked sounding impressed.
"I might have called Spencer and asked for some help," she admitted.
"I'm still proud of my girl," he said wrapping an arm around her shoulder and kissing her cheek.
"You're such a sap," she complained with a smile pushing him off.
"Isn't that why you love me?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows.
"One of the reasons," she shrugged walking back into the kitchen. "So how was work?" Freddie had recently become the youngest regional managers of Seattle's pear stores.
"Same old, and you?" He asked.
"Since the show closed we haven't really been doing much, taught some preschoolers how to twirl." Sam was a dancer at the Seattle ballet and was recently the swan queen in their production of swan lake.
"How'd that work out?" He asked.
"They were surprisingly talented," she told him as she took a packet of ham out of the refrigerator. The metabolism on that girl, Freddie thought as he shook his head. "I'm taking a break from the ballet though for a bit," Sam told him walking towards their bedroom.
"What? Why?" He asked, Sam loved the ballet.
"It wasn't really my decision," she explained. "You see after I told Lisa I was pregnant she-"
"Woah," Freddie said grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face him. "You're pregnant?"
"Yeah."
"And you told your boss before you told your husband?"
"I thought I mentioned it," she said lowering her eyes.
"This isn't something you just mention, Sam this is a baby."
"I know that."
"When did you find out?"
"A week ago," she whispered.
"A week? Who else did you tell before me?"
"Just Carly, who probably told Brad. And Spencer who probably told Sasha, and I might have mentioned it to your mother…"
"You don't even talk to my mother?" He exclaimed.
"I ran into her in the lobby and we got to talking."
"Oh my God," Freddie said sinking into an arm chair as he ran his hands through his hair.
"Are you mad?" She asked kneeling beside him.
"No," he muttered closing his eyes.
"You can tell me the truth," she said stroking his arm.
"Are we ready for a baby?" He asked.
"Where we ready for each other?" She joked earning a small smile from Freddie.
"I will never be ready for you Samantha Benson," he said pulling her to him.
"We'll be alright," she promised as he kissed her hair.

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