Romans & histoires Iwill Date Freddie Icarly

The groom's parents, John and Carla, sat next to Freddie. “It was almost perfect. Other than a few small things that got tripped up,” Carla replied, giving me a cold glance. I did my best just to smile politely. “I thought it was just lovely,” Freddie said quickly. “I'm so very happy for them both.” Both mothers turned and zeroed in on Freddie, suddenly noticing that there was someone unrelated at the table. “Are you Zoey's date?” Carla asked, looking him over suspiciously. “If only I were so lucky,” Freddie replied. He grinned at Carla. “I'm Freddie Prescott. It's a pleasure to meet you.”

Ace and Jacob, were shocked to hear Olivia’s approval for date with Freddie. Although, it was the least thing that concerned Ace, he didn’t like his friend to hangout with the girl, who was insane. “Are you really sure you want to be with her?” Ace made a disgusted face. “Oh, please don’t make that face, Ace.” Freddie shook his head. “Come on bro, you’ll get a better girl.” Ace tried to convince him but Freddie didn’t want to listen to him.

"But mostly, word will get around that Carrie went on a date, which is what she needs. Win-win." "Take me home," Chris sighed dramatically. "I want to go to my room and cry." "Fuck you," I laughed and put the car back in drive. "I haven't seen you in months." "Fine," Chris said. "Let's go to Falwell's, eat ice cream, and you can tell me what non-player shit you have been up to." *

"Scarlett where are you going on a date with Frederick?" "Oh, whatever Daddy," Georgia said confused, she didn't know of any good date spots anywhere because she never lived in New York City. "Ehmm, how about we have a date in a cafe and then after the cafe we ​​watch in the cinema," Frederick glanced at Georgia. Georgia looked at Frederick who was sitting in front of her, "A cafe date and a movie?? That sounds like a lot of fun, fine, it's up to you." Hearing the words of the woman he liked, Frederick snapped his thumb and middle finger, "So you agree with my idea?"

My voice was shaking at this point cause I was forced to remember things I thought I was almost forgetting, “If you don't love him anymore, then why are you checking up his I* moma” “Okay listen, when I was dating Fred he never allowed me to open any social media account, he kept on saying that he doesn't want other guys to take me away from him, I obeyed him and never opened a social media account, but after I got my phone yesterday, I decided to open an i*******m account but trust me when I say it was not because of my ex, I was just scrolling through I* when I saw pictures of people you may know and Fred popped up, I decided to click on his profile and check it out, and that's when I disc

Three years later… “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, dear Freddie! Happy Birthday to you!” My beautiful little boy—Frederico “Freddie” Dante Luciano—is three years old today. We’re surrounded by family, friends, and sugar-high toddlers, standing in a place I never thought we’d reach. Of course, the second we finish singing and Freddie blows out his candles, he immediately shoves his whole hand into the cake and shouts, “It’s chocolate cake! Mommy got me chocolate cake!”

I said. Will Emily love our date? ****

she blurted out with crushing certainty. I stood frozen. Pretending Riley was my girlfriend? It was an idea so absurdly risky it almost made me laugh, but the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. Frederick thought he could control me through my desire, through that sick tension we shared. Seeing that I had someone else, someone normal, someone he couldn't legally claim, would drive him insane. "A kiss in the hallway won't be enough," Riley continued, enthusiastic about her own plan. "We have to make it real. Tonight I’m staying with you at the mansion. I want to see Frederick’s face when he sees us having breakfast together tomorrow."