A/N: Hi to all the lovely people of Fanfiction!:) This will be a Seddie story collaboration between the wonderful, LivelyMelody14, and I, ilove2shipseddie! This is the first time either of us has ever done a collaboration but we think you guys will really like it! This is the first chapter! We hope you like it and it would make us extremely happy if you guys reviewed! Enjoy! :D
"Alexis Faith Benson, get down here now," Freddie Benson yelled to his thirteen year old daughter. "We've been waiting on you for thirty minutes and we have to leave now!"
"Calm down, nub," Sam said, annoyed. "It's not like its an emergency."
"Sam, Carly wants us at the wedding rehearsal by 4:30," He said, running a hand through his coffee brown hair. "And it's already-"
Sam groaned, interrupting Freddie's rant. Freddie was about to retort when Alexis came down, her pink suitcase in her left hand, her Pink PearPhone in her right.
"I swear, Melanie must've really rubbed off on her." Sam mumbled.
"Mommy," Sam and Freddie's' five year old daughter, Kaitlin Olivia Benson, said, tugging on her mom's shirt. "When are we leaving? I think Caden and Taylor are falling asleep." She said, pointing to the twin boys.
"We're leaving now, Princess." Freddie said, picking up his daughter. "C'mon Alexis." He said as they all walked out and loaded the minivan. Sam buckled Caden and Taylor, who were asleep, into their car seats. Once Freddie made sure all their luggage was packed and everyone was buckled in, Freddie got in the drivers seat and drove out of the driveway. They were headed to California.
"The drive to California shouldn't be too long and if we stay on task we'll be there right on time to make it to the hotel and check in and get ready-" Freddie was rambling before his lovely wife, Sam interrupted him once again.
"Yeah, yeah it'll all be fine. Quit worrying." Sam said just to shut her husband up. Freddie scoffed and mumbled something incoherent under his breath.
"Mom, how much longer until we get there?" Kaitlin Olivia Benson asked.
"Honey, we just left." Sam replied turning around to look at her daughter, the only one who would probably ask "are we there yet?" a million times. Sam noticed Alexis in the far back with her headphones in her ears and her staring out the window, her blonde hair just like Sam's straightened like Melanie would do. Sam really was amazed at the fashionista daughter she had that was so unlike her but so similar to her best friend and her sister. Speaking of her best friend, Carly was getting married in two days to none other than Gibby Gibson. Sam can only imagine how that relationship began but Carly was happy and apparently so was Gibby and that made Sam happy. The car was silent besides the lightly tapping of Alexis's foot against the floor to the beat of the music pounding through her ear buds probably ruining her hearing as Freddie would say. Freddie had his eyes on the road and refused to have loud music playing while he drove. Sam glanced at him to her left, expressionless as he focused all his attention on the road.
"Wanna play a game?" Sam asked staring at Freddie with excitement in her eyes.
"Sam, I'm driving." Freddie replied, not removing his gaze from the road.
"Fine, you're no fun." Sam pouted. She turned around and looked in the back seat once again but this time focused her attention on her beautiful peacefully sleeping twin boys, Caden and Taylor. At least the one-year olds could sleep now rather than at night which Sam and Freddie would prefer. Kaitlin was now occupied by eating a snack of bacon bits that Sam had given her. Kaitlin's chocolaty brown curly hair and her and deep brown eyes made her the perfect combination of Sam and Freddie, with Sam's personality and Freddie's eyes Sam can really tell that she's their daughter. Sam smiled to herself while looking at her unusually obedient children, maybe it was the fact that it was 7:30 in the morning and Freddie insisted they leave A.S.A.P.
"Wanna play a game now?" Sam inquired to Freddie over again
"Fine,"Freddie said giving in, "What game?" He questioned.
"Yay! Hmm…" Sam said trying to think of a game they could play in the car.
"Ooh I got it! Truth or Dare!" Sam exclaimed.
"Ok but it's going to be more like truth or truth since we are in a car." Freddie replied.
"Well, how about, would you rather then?" Sam asked.
"Ok" Freddie agreed.
"Good. I'll start. Would you rather be trapped in a room with a thousand venomous snakes or let a thousand dogs lick your face." Sam smirked.
Freddie grimaced, "How long am I stuck in the room with the snakes and how long are the dogs licking me?" He questioned.
"Don't ask questions, just answer."Sam replied grinning.
"Fine, I choose the dogs because at least I won't die from that." Freddie answered.
"Haha, you're turn." Sam chuckled. Freddie loved how they could play games like this and have fun like when they were in high school. He knew it was rare for married couples to keep the same excitement and fun in their relationship after so many years. He smiled as he thought of one for Sam.
"Ok would you rather never be able to eat bacon anymore or never be able to see me again." He smirked and could guess what her probable answer would be.
"Well that's not fair. Did you die or something?" Sam complained.
"Sure." Freddie answered.
"Well I guess I would have to choose never being able to eat bacon anymore cuz you're kinda important to me" Sam mumbled.
"Awe I'm touched. You chose me over bacon." Freddie grinned broadly.
"Don't get used to it." Sam assured.
Freddie laughed, "Whatever, you're turn princess." Sam glared at him.
"No, I think I'm gonna take a nap now." Sam said reclining her chair back a bit.
"Whatever you say, princess." Freddie smirked. Sam closed her eyes and smiled, hopefully they would be to California, to white sand beaches and luxurious hotels when she woke up.
"Dad," Alexis asked, pulling out her headphones. "What's that whistling noise?"
"What whistling noise?" Freddie asked, frowning.
"I don't know where its coming from but-" Alexis' eyes widened, as she peered out her window. "-Dad! It's the tire! It's blowing out air!"
"What," Freddie asked, panicked, nearly crashing into the car in front of him. "Are you serious?"
"Does it look like I'm kidding?" She asked, rolling her eyes. Freddie pulled over to the nearest gas station, quickly exiting the car with Alexis.
Sam yawned, stretching and turning around. She frowned when the sight of the old, rusty gas station appeared in her view. "I have to use the bathroom. Alexis, watch the kids for me, okay?" When she didn't get an "okay" back, she turned around, only to find Alexis wasn't in her seat; she was outside with Freddie. Feeling a worried sensation come over her, she got out of the car and went to where they were standing. "Um, what's going on here?" She asked, confusion crossing her face.
"Dad got a piece of glass stuck in the tire and it has a hole in it," Alexis said.
"No, just listen. We have a spare. I told you to put it in this morning," Freddie said, relief blowing over him. When he saw the expression on Sam's face, he didn't ask anymore questions. "You didn't put the tire in did you?!"
"Here we go again," Alexis mumbled, putting her headphones back in. "While you guys argue it out, I'll be listening to music. And when we don't make it to Aunt Carly and Uncle Gibby's wedding rehearsal, I'm going to tell them its because you two were too busy arguing."
"No, Alexis," Freddie said, trying to keep his cool. "Your mother and I will solve this like adults. Let me use your phone." Freddie said, reaching for his daughter's phone.
"Here, I warn you though: my battery is about to-" Alexis started, but then her phone suddenly shut off. "Die" She finished.
"Sam," Freddie said, turning to his wife. "Where's your phone?"
"Oh, c'mon, you know I threw it at the foreign priest!" She answered. "Where's your dork phone?"
"I left it at home. I accidentally left it on the kitchen table when I fixed your 'requested ham sandwich'." Freddie said.
"Look, just go in the station and ask for a phone." Sam told him, obviously annoyed. "I'm sure they'd let you use it."
"Ugh, fine," Freddie started. "But what if-"
"Go," she demanded.
"I'm going." He said, walking off.