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iChoose

Prologue – The Beginning

By: Hartful13 & Tech-Man


I had this great weekend all set up for them; the whole family was going to take advantage of the time off that I had finally managed to accrue. We were going to have a great weekend of family time. Apparently, Mother Nature, on the other hand, didn't like those plans and rained on our family's parade. So I am currently sitting here with my son Anthony and daughter Emma. They're just sitting in front of me just looking about as bored as they can be. The worst part of this whole mess is that my wife had to go into work early this morning. So here I am left with the two-person firing squad that I call my kids.

Oh, what a fun weekend we're going to have!

In our fifteen years of marriage my wife and I have always worked as a team, an odd team to be sure, but a team nonetheless. However, she left me here to be bombarded by the odd questions that twin eleven year olds are likely to ask. Questions such as: "how are babies born" or "is shit a bad word?" This whole mess just happened to be taking place during my family reunion. This just may prove to be more than I can handle; so I had to act quickly if I wanted to keep everything under control.

"So dad," Anthony started, "What are we going to do now?" His brown shaggy hair and brown eyes would bore into mine.

"Yeah Daddy," Emma would cry the same hair only a more wild looking flow to it; her brown eyes the same color as mine. She just made them look better.

The three of us were gathered around the kitchen table. The kids had just finished changing back into their normal clothes from the swimsuits they had on earlier. The guys over at the Weather channel didn't seem to be able to read the weather charts for anything the way that it was raining today. I should have known that Mother Nature had it out for me.

"Well kids," I said thinking about what we could do next. I could let them watch some PBS or maybe we could all play a board game? It was a never-ending string of possibilities; well maybe not endless, but I couldn't make up my mind.

"Dad," Emma called again looking worried. I was about to tell her I was thinking when Anthony answered for me.

"Don't bother Dad, I've seen this before. It's his "thinking" mode. That's what mom says when he makes that face."

It seems that my kids know me a little too well sometimes. "Okay, how about this," I started taking a deep breath. "How about we..." I stopped midway through my sentence. It seemed the kids were bracing for some type of "torture", as they would call it. I could tell by the way their eyes were all scrunched together, and they leaned into the back of their chairs.

For a moment, I almost debated on telling them we were going to watch some new documentary on the History channel. Then it occurred to me that my own crazy mother used to block every single fun TV channel when I was a kid. I used to be so bored when I was at home; that was the biggest reason I joined Carly and Sam to produce iCarly. It at least gave me something to do.

Then Anthony, being the lifesaver that he can be announced his plan, "Hey dad, you never told us how you met mom." Emma turned to look at her brother a familiar smile on her face.

"Yeah daddy, tell us how you met mommy," Emma chimed in joining her brother. It was one of those moments when you realize that no matter how much of their mother's personality they showed they still had their fair share of Benson blood running through their veins.

"You sure you kids want to hear that story," I asked trying to make the whole suggestion sound boring, but I guess the smile one my face belied my true thoughts.

"Yes!" they both shouted nearly bouncing up and down in their chairs. You know that I could never deny this kids anything. This was always a point that my wife enjoyed mocking me for, but I knew that she often caved as easily as I did; a fact that I took a great deal of care to keep to myself.

We all three stood up from the table; each kid pushed in their chairs like they had been taught. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed three Peppy Colas from the door. Looking over I caught the attention of the little rug rats. "Want one," I asked.

Both kids nodded their heads eyeing the soda's as I tossed one to each of them, keeping the third for myself. I dropped into my favorite recliner and the kids took over the couch. Once the twins took over the couch you might as well find a different place to sit. Each rested their head on one of the armrests stretching their bodies out the length of the couch. Their legs would then twist and curl around each other till they reached some kind of unspoken compromise. It was always something to watch.

"Comfortable," I asked reaching over and leaning back in my chair. I received a uniform "yes" in speaker before Emma reached over pulling the blanket on the top of the couch over. Once the two kids had covered themselves I took a deep breath readying myself for this story. At the very least it would keep them entertained and I would get a chance to walk down memory lane to where I found my true soul mate…


A/N: This is the first attempt at a collaborative work by Hartful13 and Tech-Man. This is just the introduction to the story. It will follow Freddie's POV as he tells the story of how he finally got together with his soul mate.

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