Alright, guys this is going to wrap up the story. Now that we have Sam and Freddie married and having kids of their own, it's time to say they definitely have their happily ever after. Read on and see how things end up for them.

Chapter 25

Sam and Freddie returned from their honeymoon trip late the next Thursday afternoon.

"So how are Mr. & Mrs. Benson?" Monica Shay asked while her husband went upstairs to tell David his parents had arrived.

"Couldn't be better." Sam replied, sitting down on the couch next to Freddie. "Except this stupid morning sickness. I swear, it was horrible the whole time we were in Canada."

"I keep trying to tell her it's because of all the rich food you were eating." Freddie shook his head. "Especially all the Canadian bacon at breakfast."

"Do you hear him trying to tell me my girls aren't going to like Canadian bacon?"

He put his arm around her shoulders and made a suggestion. "No baby, not saying that at all. But just maybe with the two of them in there getting bigger every day, your system would be a better off with something a little more, shall we say, less greasy. Something a little easier to digest, maybe something with some fiber or something green."

Sam made a gaggy face.

"I hate to say it, but he might be right. You know how much I love bacon and sausage, which is really ironic because I was raised Jewish, but I couldn't touch the stuff when I was carrying either of my kids." Monica agreed. "My mother tried to tell me it was because I wasn't keeping my family's faith or some crap. But, seriously, it was like, my whole last trimester, I could hardly even eat any kind of meat at all."

"Aw, crabs! First I start to swell up like some kind of road killed beach ball, now you tell me I'm going to be stuck eating salads for three months. Dude, what the chiz did you do to me?" Sam shoved Freddie away from her.

Freddie just looked at her funny.

"The hormone swings are bad enough but I can't go that long without meat. My brain will get all soft and I'll start acting like Cat Valentine. Hi-ii! I'm Cat. I like pink sweaters, dying my hair red and purple giraffes. Do you know how to use a toaster? That thing confuses me." Sam tried to do her Cat imitation by talking in a high-pitch.

"Daddy!" Little David ran across the room from the steps toward his father.

"Hey, Buddy." Freddie hugged the kid. "Did you have fun staying here?"

The boy nodded and turned to Sam and hugged her. "Can I ask you a question?" He said quietly.

Sam nodded. "Anything, kiddo."

"Do I still have to call you Aunt Sam, or can I call you Mommy, now?"

"Aw, Sweetheart, you can call me anything you like." Sam replied and hugged the kid again, trying to hold back a tear. Those pregnancy hormones were definitely making her a little more emotional than usual. That this child waited anxiously to be able to call her mom, made Sam realize that she wasn't just going to be a great mother to her own kids, but she already was to him.

"Just don't call her late for dinner." Spencer cracked. "Or breakfast. Or if there's pudding."

"Ha. Ha. That's so original." Sam told the artist dryly, still hugging the kid. "I missed you, Buddy. And I'd love it if you could call me mom."

"Come on, you two. I think we need to get home. Tomorrow's a school day and I'm sure there's a ton of mail to go through."

"Ah, the mail can wait, Frednuts. We need to hit the grocery store. I'm sure there's nothing in the house to eat. And we need to swing by Chick'n Hut. Mama needs some fried chicken."

"And here I thought we'd all stop for an early dinner at the Chinese buffet." Freddie smiled. "It's rib night."

"Ribs it is! Well, thanks for keeping David." Sam said to Monica and Spencer as she jumped up and quickly headed for the door. "Don't forget, I want you guys to come over for Sunday dinner. I have this huge beef roast I want to thaw out."

Over the next months, the twins' due date drew closer and, as promised, Carly returned to Seattle for their birth. Her job allowed her to take a couple of weeks off to spend with Sam.

"Are you sure it wasn't a real contraction?" Carly worried as her and Sam sat at the Bensons' kitchen table eating frozen yogurt at three in the morning. "You've been having pains since you got up this morning and the babies were due days ago."

"Nah. I've been having these false labor pains for a couple of weeks now. The doctor said it's normal. From what I hear I'll know it when the actual labor starts."

"I'm beginning to think Freddie's mom was right, Benson babies have a longer gestation period." Carly giggled.

"Yeah, well you know how Marissa is. She probably willed herself to keep Freddie in there for an extra two months because she couldn't let go. I mean, she confessed to me that breast-fed him till he was four for God's sake." Sam agreed.

"You know that's physically impossible, right? Babies can't stay in there for as long as she claims."

Sam shook her head. "Well I'm beginning to think this pair's going to stay on board until Christmas."

"Sam? Is everything alright?" Freddie worried as he approached the kitchen, wearing his typical sleeping attire, boxers and a t-shirt. "When I woke up and you weren't in bed I got worried." He had come down stairs in search of her and saw the light on in the kitchen. He Couldn't hear the girls talking quietly.

"Aw, geez, what are you doing up, Carls?" He asked and tried to cover his lower body by standing behind the breakfast bar.

"Relax, Freddie. I've seen you in your boxers before." Carly rolled her eyes.

"Everything's fine, Freddie. Just false contractions. I couldn't sleep anyway." Sam continued to dig into the fro-yo. "Hey, shouldn't you be trying to sleep, too. You get up for work in two hours."

"Only when I'm going into the office." He replied and took a seat beside his wife. "I'm on paternity leave, remember? Telecommuting for the next two months. Mind if I have a little of that?"

Sam fed him a spoon full of the cold treat. "You get one bite, the rest is ours."

"Gah. Coconut!" He make a funny face. "Why are you eating coconut fro-yo. You hate coconut worse than I do.."

"It's not so bad." Sam shrugged. "It's cold and sweet and since I can't eat bacon, I have to eat something."

"Don't worry, baby. As soon as the twins are born, I'm sure you'll be eating anything you want again."

"I sure hope so."

He kissed the top of her head. "I'm going back to bed."

Two days later and Sam finally felt what she thought were real contractions and after more than fifteen hours of labor, the twins were born. Ally was first, and less than 30 minutes later, Lilly. Both were deemed healthy and perfect and even though she was still tired and sore Sam was more than ready to get out of the hospital as soon as possible.

Of course, Freddie spent the night in Sam's hospital room until the time came for her and the girls to be discharged. Carly kept the house in order and, with the help of Marissa, looked after David for the three days until his parents and sisters came home.

"They're so little." David said, peering into the girls' cribs as Carly laid Ally down from feeding a few days later.

"Yes they are." Carly agreed. "So tiny and so cute. Just makes me want one of my own. Some day."

"You wouldn't say that if you went through what I just did. They sure didn't feel little on the way out." Sam replied from her chair in the corner of the nursery which was set up in David's former play room. "My crotch feels like it's on fire five days later."

"Still beats a C-section." Carly told her. "Monica was laid up for weeks after both of hers."

"I remember, she couldn't even go steps. Good thing there's an elevator in their apartment." Freddie replied from the doorway. "Come on, David. Time to get ready for bed."

"Why do I have to go to bed so early, I'm a big brother now. My bedtime should be at least an hour later."

"Hah! Don't think so, kiddo." Said told him. "As long as it's a school day, you still go to bed at eight. And after all the excitement around here the last week, it should be a half hour earlier."

"Aunt Carly left me stay up until nine." David informed his parents.

"Hey! Thanks for ratting me out." Carly huffed. "That was supposed to be our secret."

"So, I was thinking. It's time for me to get back in the kitchen. How about a nice big breakfast tomorrow. You know, waffles, scrambled eggs, sausage, fried potatoes."

"Sam, don't you think it's a little soon to be standing in the kitchen cooking all morning?" Carly asked.

"Well, maybe if you guys give me a hand it would go quicker. Besides, I want to see how real food works for my system."

"You did alright with the meatballs last night." He reminded her.

"And the fried chicken you had me sneak in while you were still in the hospital." Carly agreed.

"That was chicken and meatballs, this is sausage. Far more important. Like, the first step on the way to eating bacon, and more importantly, ham again."

"I still can't believe you didn't insist on some kind of pork as soon as the girls were out of your belly." The brunette helped Sam to her feet as she stood up to leave the nursery.

"How about a couple bags of microwave popcorn and some TV time?" Sam suggested. "You're making me hungry."

"And here I thought you'd be ready to turn in. You need your rest, Sam."

"What I need is a snack."

By the time their girls were turned three, Sam had just began her second full year of teaching and Freddie was now a senior software developer at his company, supervising several teams of engineers. Sam had been thinking about the subject of another child for a while now. With Carly' just telling them about her own pregnancy, the opportunity to discuss the subject with Freddie had presented itself.

"I can't believe Carly's finally having a kid." Sam remarked as they were preparing for bed one evening.

"I know. She's practically been afraid of the whole idea for years."

"Right. And being there while I was in labor didn't help matters any."

"You've done your best to let her under the impression you were in agony the whole time."

"I was. You try to pull a grapefruit out of your nostril and see how it feels. With your low threshold for pain, it's a good thing you'll never experience anything like childbirth. You complain when you have a solid poop. My girly parts felt like they were stomped on by a horse for months."

Freddie just shook his head. He distinctly remembered her pressuring him for sex long before the six week waiting period her doctor advised was up. And enjoying herself.

"You ever think about us having more?" She simply asked. "We're not getting any younger, the girls are three and David's almost nine. I don't want to be like some of those moms I see at school and still be popping out kids when I'm in my forties."

"What are you trying to say?" He gently touched her stomach. "Is there something you need to want to tell me? Are you . . . "

Sam scoffed at his implication. "Psh! No. I'm not. But it's just that . . . I think I might want to try." She put her arms around him.

"Well, we practice, like every other day." He said with a smirk, grabbing her butt from their position of holding each other. They had never managed to get over their desires for each other. "We shouldn't have to try very hard."

"Yeah, we do it a lot, but I mean really try, doofus. Quit taking the pills, get in a routine, make sure we do it at the right time of the month. The whole deal."

"I guess, and by the time another kid gets here the twins should be out of diapers. Heck they might even be close to starting school."

"Right. Like it'll take that long. You're little swimmers are pretty powerful. I'll probably get knocked up the third time we do it once I'm off the pill."

"Just have to wait and see. What about work and all? You just started your second year."

"Don't get me wrong, I like teaching, but I was sort of thinking that maybe after this time, I might just try working part time. Maybe sign up to be a sub or something. I didn't like having to put the girls in day care when they were so little. I could always go back full time after number four starts school."

"Whatever makes you happy my dear." He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "I've always told you, you don't need to feel like you have to work. But do you think since we're getting ready for bed and neither of us really seems all that sleepy, we could um, well . . . ?"

"Since you brought it up, I suppose we could slip in a little more practice."

You can decide for yourself how long it took them to make another baby.

This has been a really fun story to write and I thank everyone for coming along on the ride. Certainly turned out a heckuva lot longer than I thought it would when I started it.

I have been given an idea for a story by a faithful reader that I'm thinking about and working on. It might be a while before it gets posted, but if I get an inspiration for a one shot or something fluffy in the meantime I'll put it up.