Chapter 17: iWhatNow?

Hi! More than one year later… here's an update… If y'all are still interested, lol!

Disclaimer: I am not a man and I do not go by Dan. Also, any brand names all belong to their rightful owners. Thank you.

SAM POV:

We arrived back to Seattle and I, as I'm sure everyone on that flight was, jet lagged. I slept mostly the entire plane ride, and when I woke up I was hangry (It's seriously a real thing people!). The flight attendants didn't know that they were doing when they told me they didn't have ham. Freddie held in his laughter as I yelled at them.

"Mrs. Benson. Please understand that we don't serve ham to business class." I was slightly taken aback by the "Mrs. Benson" but something else stuck out to me… business class? They have ham, and they're keeping it from me? Wrong answer.

"Excuse me? Business class? As in you have ham ad you're withholding it from me?" I said visibly upset. It took everything I had not to stand up and punch the platinum blonde, fake tanned, ten pounds of make-up Barbie in her face. It helped that Freddie was holding me back… and sitting in between her and I. He looked and me and said,

"Baby… I'll buy you a honey ham when we land. Pinky promise!" he smiled at me, letting it reach is eyes, as he was clearly holding in his laughter and winked at me. I couldn't help but catch his contagious smile… so I sat back down forgetting the flight attendant was even there. But of course, she had to live up to her stereotype, she leaned into Freddie and patted him on the shoulder and said,

"I'm so sorry Mr. Benson, Your wife must be so hard to love, however, if you're ever in the big apple and want to know what a real woman is like, give me a call, " She said while tucking a napkin, with what I'm assuming has her name and number on it, into his pocket, she looked at me and winked then looked back at him and said, "As for now, you might want to control your wife for the remainder of the flight." I was about to unleash my fury onto this plastic, fake Barbie when Freddie looked at me, squeezed my hand and then faced her with an expression I've only seen once before, when he stood up to my mom for me. Was it protectiveness? He looked calm but his eyes, his eyes held a fury that could kill. He smiled and said,

"For your information," he started then looked at her name tag. "Brittani with an I. Wow, if that's not living up to your stereotype right now, I don't know what is… oh wait… yes I do. Let me be the first to tell you Brittani, my beautiful wife is very lovable and at least she has enough morals and self confidence in herself that she's not fake dying her hair blond, fake tanning to live up to society's standards and NOT hitting on HAPPILY married men. So, please walk away and never come back unless you want the wrath of my beautiful, loving and amazing wife upon you." He smiled at her, ripped up the napkin she handed him and gave it back to her. He then turned to me nodded his head, smiled that knee weakening smile and kissed my forehead. It took me by surprise so much that I almost didn't notice the Barbie scoff and walk away. The other passengers that watched everything unfold started clapping and whistling for us. I even heard the woman behind us slap her husband's arm and say, "See Dan, that's how a real man does romance!" I chuckled to myself.

Never in my eighteen years of living would I have imagined a plane full of people would be cheering on my love and me for our faithfulness and loyalty to each other. It's me for goodness sake! I smiled all the way to baggage claim, with my hand in Freddie's and Mrs. Benson on my other side. We saw Barbie walking very quickly passed everyone. A part of me felt sorry for her, but a bigger part of me still didn't like her for coming on to my husband right in front of me. I was so lost in my thoughts that I nearly missed Carly throwing her arms around my neck and then slapping Fredhub in the arm.

"OW! What the hell Carly! What was that for?" he said, rubbing his arm.

"How could you let this happen?" she angrily asked

"Uhm, Well... Sam and I…" he started but was interrupted.

"DON'T ACTUALLY ANSWER THE RHETORICAL QUESTION! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH FU… oh… hello, Mrs. Benson." She stopped yelling at Freddie and smiled innocently at Freddie's mom.

"Hello Dear, to which Mrs. Benson are you referring too?" she stated while winking at me, making me laugh. Carly looked like she was about to blow a gasket. Which only made me laugh harder.

"Chill Carls, It's all going to work out. Promise." I said taking Freddie's hand in mine. "Now, let's grab our bags and go home. This Mrs. Benson needs a ham." I said walking up to grab mine and Freddie's bag.

"UGH! I don't understand! You guys have to come over and explain EVERYTHING!" Carly stated.

"Yes, mom!" Freddie and I said at the same time. We looked at each other and started laughing. Carly stormed out mumbling about how she doesn't understand. I smiled inwardly enjoying this feeling.

FREDDIE POV:

As we drove back to Bushwell Plaza in my mom's minivan, I couldn't help but stare at Sam, she is so beautiful and she's been my constant through this whole thing. I'm so glad it was her I woke up to instead of Wendy, Laura or even Carly. My mind was on overload with questions still. I'm hoping our friends can piece together the rest of the missing pieces to how we became us. I was still confused on how my mom was so okay with all of this. Speaking of moms… I wonder when we'll make the trip over to see her mom to tell her. We still have everyone at the high school to tell… good God. Speaking of school… I wonder if I missed much homework. Geez Benson, you're such a nerd. Sam pulled me out of my thoughts when she pulled her hand from mine and said,

"We're here." She smiled shyly at me and looked at me with scanning eyes.

"You okay?" she asked narrowing her eyes.

"Yeah love, I'm fine, just a lot on my mind. That rhymed. I should start raping!" I smiled at her, and she let out a laugh.

"Only you Benson, only you." She smiled again as we made our way out of the van and followed my mom who was already booking it to talk to Lewbert about the apartment next to my mom's.

When we approached the counter, we heard my mom and Lewberts discussion heating up.

"YOU EXPECT ME TO LET THE KIDS WHO CAUSE ME TROUBLE TO LIVE TOGETHER TO PLOT MORE SCHEMES AGAINST ME?" Lewbert shouted causing a large scene.

"Lewbert, dear, there is no need to shout and cause kids to go deaf. Samantha and Fredward have recently gotten married and…" she started but was interrupted.

"WHAAAT! Finally. BUT WHAAAAT? THOSE TWO ARE TROUBLE TOGETHER." He yelled.

"Now, now, Lewbert. We just want to rent an apartment. I know that one is vacant because Martha, Bill, and Jenny just moved out. Also, I want a discounted rate and the fully furnished option for them. No negotiations, they're newlyweds, without jobs, right now, and they need to save for college. Oh and Lewbert, don't make me say the thing that I know, that I know you know I know, if you know what I mean." She winked at him. Ew! I wonder what that means.

As Sam and I watched them exchange words he looked as if mom had beaten him down enough and soon enough, he obliged to her demands.

"8-F" was now mine and Sam's fully furnished apartment. Lewbert made our rent affordable and said that he would let me work around the building as I.T. and work it off. I off course obliged.

Sam and I walked into our new apartment with my mom in tow. "WOW!" Is all we could keep saying. Apparently the people who lived here before didn't take anything with them when they moved back to Europe, so, we get to have all of their old stuff. They were extremely wealthy apparently because this apartment looks like it belongs in a magazine. You walk into the dining room with a table set for four. Then you walk into the kitchen with stainless steel appliances and the updated real granite tabletops and an island with barstools in the middle. Then you walk into the living room with a beautiful white couch and matching chair, it has a large flat screen TV and a super cool coffee table. The living room breaks off into the master bathroom and bedroom, the second bedroom and bathroom, the laundry room (with the latest model of a washer and dryer!) and it has access to the balcony. Both bedrooms have beds, the master has a king and the secondary has a queen size bed. Each room came with its own set of bedside tables and dressers. The master bedroom has a walk-in closet, where the secondary has just a normal closet. Sam and I couldn't have walked into a better deal, this apartment is awesome! I won't lie though, I'm nervous she won't want to sleep in the same bed as me if there is an option in a different room. I just don't think she's completely grasped this whole situation yet and I don't think she quite believes me yet that I'm completely in love with her.

SAM POV:

WOW! This apartment is seriously fantastic and it's far better than anything I have ever imagined for myself. Pam Puckett can suck it! Ugh… speaking of her… I wonder when Freddie is going to ask me to go talk to her… she needs to know, but I WILL put it off until he asks me about it. I hate that women. As soon as she finds out that I have this place and I'm in a successful, stable relationship she is going to come and try to mooch off of Freddie and I AND I don't want that for him, for us. I WANT this to work, more than anything I've ever wanted. I did notice the extra bedroom… I think I might stay in there until I'm comfortable with all of this… besides, I still feel like I'm not sure about all of this. I want this, yes, but I can't help but to think it all happened so quickly. As I was lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed Mrs. Benson putting a picture frame on the coffee table.

"What's that?" Freddie asked.

"It's a little something that I got you both to remind you what this marriage is actually based on. Maybe you can hang it up!" she smiled sweetly. Freddie walked around to look at the picture. He sucked in a sharp breath, causing my heart to beat a little harder. I was curious but I didn't want to seem like it, so I nonchalantly walked to look over Freddie's shoulders and I immediately wanted to cry. His mom had compiled a few pictures of us and put it into a frame to hang on the wall. They were pictures I haven't seen before, like she cropped them or stole them off Splashface. It made Freddie and I look like we've always belonged with each other.

"Friendship and love. No matter what." He said. I smiled and hugged Crazy.

"Thank you." I said, and she smiled.

"Well, I best be going so you can settle in. School does in fact come tomorrow, and married couples still have to go." She warned. And there is the Crazy I've been waiting to see. I rolled my eyes at her.

"Thanks, mom. Bye!" Freddie started shoveling her out of the door.

"Love you both." She smiled and walked out.

"Wow. Okay, Fredhub. I'm hungry." I said to his back as he stared at the door. My words caused him to turn around and look at me.

"Well Princess, what do you want to eat? Pizza?" he asked as I blushed. Curse him.

"Okay." I said in more of a whisper than my normal voice.

"God, you're cute. What kind? Canadian Bacon?" he winked.

"MMMM…YES!" I said as my mouth watered. He ordered from his phone, and we sat on the couch to wait. "So… uhm… what do you… how do you want to… uhm… sleep?" why can't I speak to this human? I did not use to have this problem.

"Well… it's up to you Wifey. We can 110 percent sleep in the same bed, but I know you, and something tells me that option scares you right now." He said honestly.

"uhm… I …." I sighed. Why does this boy know me so well?

"Can we just ease into it?" I said, embarrassed. He grabbed my hand and smiled.

"Of course, Sam." His smile is intoxicating, so, of course, I smiled back.

We sat in a comfortable silence as we waited for the pizza to arrive. When it did we ate at the dining room table and cleaned our plates afterwards. We found some beer in the fridge and decided that since it was in our fridge, we could drink it. We were laughing and joking all night. When the clock hit 11 PM, we decided it was time to go to bed. As we bid our goodnights and I let him kiss me on the forehead, we heard a knock on the door. Confused we walked over and he looked through the peep hole, he jumped back like the door was on fire. I looked at him confused. He took a breath and looked at me with confused, unhappy eyes.

"It's your mom…" he breathed.