Wrote this at my brother's soccer game. How fitting. I felt just like Sam
WARNING: Use of the word 'ass' and minor language. Read at YOUR own risk.
STOLE JAX FROM THE WRTRINME! So sorry! Again, I'm so sorry and I'm gonna go die in a hole.
Sam Puckett groaned as the only team scored a goal. There was only 15 minutes left and Jax's team was loosing. Sam called her son over.
"Yeah, ma?" Jax asked
"Jax, you're loosing." Sam said.
"I'm aware. So?"
"Tell your team to get off their lazy asses and kick!" Sam said. Jax ran over to where his team was.
"Alright, Jackson. I'm sure your mom gave us a word of advice." Jax's coach said.
"Yes, she said we need to get off our lazy asses." Jax said. The team nodded.
"1 2 3 KICK BUTT!" The team cheered. There were few applause as the team walked back onto the field.
Seven minutes later and Jax's team was still loosing. "COMON! YOU'RE GETTING YOUR ASSES WHIPPED!" Sam yelled. A coach walked up next to her.
"M'am, I'm going to have to ask you kindly to leave."
"Sam, how'd you get kicked off a soccer field?"
Sam looked at her husband, who was giving her a very disapproving look.
"Well EXCUSE me! I didn't know that, while some people can talk about their personal lives, I can't say 'Ass' without getting kicked out." Sam said. She took another sip of the water Freddie had left out for her. Freddie looked over his wife one more time before calling for his son.
"Jackson!" He called. Freddie liked to call Jax by his full name, much to the disapprovale of Sam.
"Yeah, dad?" Jax asked.
"You know, if you still want to play soccer, I can bring you to your games." Freddie said.
"No thanks." Jax said. "I don't really like soccer."
"You don't?" Freddie asked. Jax nodded. "Then, why'd you sign up?"
"Cause, you told me to." Jax said. Sam smirked. Freddie appeared falbergastered.
"What? No, I didn't." Freddie said.
"Yeah, you did." Jax said. Sam stuck her tounge out like a two year old.
"Oh, so you think this is funny?" Freddie asked his wife. Sam crossed her arms smugly and smirked.
"Acually, I do." Sam said.
"Oh, you know what I think is funny?" Freddie asked.
"What would that-" Sam was cut off by Freddie kissing her. His tounge slipped past her teeth and Sam moaned. She pulled away.
"Do you really wanna make another Jax IN FRONT OF Jax?" Sam asked, whispering in his ear.
"Later." Freddie said, smirking at his adorable wife. Sam smiled again and went to pick up Jax.
"Comon Jax, before daddy has a problem in his pants." Sam said.
"A pee-pee problem?" Jax asked.
"Yeah." Sam said, smiking at her husband.
"EW! Daddy, that's gross!" Jax said.
"Yeah, daddy. It sure is." Sam said, giving her husband a peck on the cheek. She walked into the kitchen to make dinner. Freddie laughed. He followed his wife into the kitchen.
"Oh, so mommy doesn't like it when daddy has a pee-pee problem, does she?" Freddie asked, walking behind Sam. Sam had put Jax to bed, so it was just Sam and Freddie. Sam laughed.
"Oh, mommy likes it. But I don't know who grandma would react." Sam said.
"You invited my mom?" Freddie asked.
"Yes I did." Sam said.
"Why?" Freddie asked.
"So you wouldn't be able to talk about what happened at the soccer game." Sam said.
"How do you know that I won't?" Feddie asked.
"Because, you wouldn't say ass, would you?" Sam asked. She walked away.
That night at dinner, Sam, Freddie, and Marrisa sat at the dining room table eating Sam's delicous dinner. Sam was unusally smug about how Freddie and his mother had nothing to talk about, probally because she was there.
"So, um, Samantha. It's almost Jackson's birthday. What are you planning on getting him, so I don't get the same thing." Marrisa said. Sam laughed.
"Mrs. Benson, I highly doubt you could get him the same thing. Plus, his birthday is five months away." Sam said.
"What are you getting him?" Marrisa asked.
"The joy of another brother or sister." Sam said.
"Excuse me?" Marrisa asked.
"Freddie didn't tell you? I'm pregnant and the due date is Jax's birthday." Sam said.
"Ah." Mrs. Benson said, understandably. They continued eating thier food in silence. When they talked again, it was Freddie who talked.
"Very nice meal, Sam." Freddie said.
"Thank you." Sam said.
"Mom, you wanna stay?" Freddie asked.
"No, no I can't. Thank you for the offer. I really have to go home." Marrisa said. She got up and ran out the door. Sam started laughing.
"Wow, she really hates me, huh?" Sam asked.
"No it's not that. It's just, that." Freddie said. Sam stripped down to her underwear and climbed into bed.
"Night." Sam said.
"Good night, Sam." Freddie said. He turned out the light.
I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! Please review, it's my longest oneshot EVER!