I know nothing really happened in the last chapter. Sorry, it was just kind of a filler.

Don't own.

Seddie.

I have no idea what that thing next to the faucet is that you can like spray with? So it's a sprayer. Yup.

X

"I can't believe how…mature…you're being." I said slowly. Sam turned around.

"That's a dirty word." She growled. I laughed. We were in the kitchen since Sam had insisted on inviting my mother over.

"Oh relax, beautiful," I was making lasagna and Sam was washing all the dishes before we put them away. I was surprised, she had actually volunteered to do that part. Maybe mommy fever had made her grow up, though she still couldn't cook.

"I'm hungry," she complained.

"Well you're the one who decided to invite the demon over here," I shrugged. She splashed water at me.

"I'm the demon. Don't even compare me to her," she said. I shook my head and watched her. It was like time stood still, "don't even think it, Fredward." She dropped the rag in the sink and half turned towards the livingroom. I walked towards her.

"I'm pregnant," she laughed. As if that would stop me.

"Mmhmm," I mumbled.

"Freddie," she warned, grabbing the sprayer.

"Oh just relax, I just want to hug you."

"You're a terrible liar," she turned the water on and held the sprayer in front of her, "back off, Benson." I pushed the sprayer away and kissed her, then picked her up over my shoulder. It's usually how it went. If she splashed me, I stuck her in the shower and turned the water on.

"Freddie! This isn't cool! The food is gonna burn!"

"We have a good 20 minutes before that happens."

"Come on! I love you!"

"I love you, too." There was a knock on the door.

"Put me down so you can answer the door,"

"Nah, I think I'll answer the door just like this. Can't be anyone important,"

"Could be your mother."

"Again I say it can't be anyone important."

"Just put me down before I bite you,"

"Oh baby."

"Fredward." She was getting mad now so I put her down then walked to the door. I opened it and walked away. I didn't get this. I was still angry, and I wasn't sure which part I was angry about. To me, I guess it felt like when she blamed Sam she blamed me. We both had part in Cassie's life before birth.

"Hello Freddie," she was trying to be nice but I had no interest.

"Hey," I took my phone out of my pocket for no reason, just to have something to do other than talk to her. Sam hit my arm and I looked at her.

"What?"

"Stop it, you're supposed to be the grown up in this marriage." I rolled my eyes.

"Freddie, I'd like to talk to you."

"That's nice. I'm busy ignoring you."

"Fredward, she was my granddaughter! I know that you're angry, but you aren't just angry with me."

"No I am just angry with you. You have NO IDEA what it was like! You weren't there every single day! You didn't go to the doctor's appointments, you didn't see her on the monitor, you didn't hear her heartbeat! You didn't paint her room or decorate it or put together her crib or do any of that! You weren't there! You weren't there when they put that thing on Sam's stomach and it was silent! You weren't there when we heard the words nobody should ever have to hear in their whole lives. You weren't there! Just because I had a child doesn't mean that automatically she means the world to YOU. She was MY baby. Mine and Sam's. And we did EVERYTHING for her. The whole world was hers before she was even born and we don't get her. So yeah, I am only mad at you for even thinking of saying something so stupid. Sam and I are a team. When you tell her she killed Cassie you tell me that I killed her and trust me, there wasn't a damn thing I wouldn't have given that day to hear her cry. I would have traded my life for hers. I don't even understand how you think things could be normal again. I don't. Even when I was most angry with you I would have NEVER said anything that disgusting to you."

"Freddie—"

"And you know what? Sam never caused trouble. Never. She's NEVER been a problem. She did things the way that I should have been doing them. So what if she went into a mental hospital? So what if she got a tattoo from a hooker? Who cares? At least she's acting like she cared about Cassie. And you know what? What the hell have you done for either of us since April 26? All you did is come to the hospital, hold Cassie, and leave. You didn't even stay long enough to help us. You didn't talk to either of us for God knows how long. You never cared. You were too busy being pissed off about whatever to even give a shit how we felt about it."

"Fredward where is this even coming from?"

"There's something about having your heart ripped out that does this to you. Do you even know what color Cassie's room was? Do you even know what outfit we had picked out for her to come home in? Do you know any of that? No. That was MY baby girl. MY world. I would have given anything for her. You have no idea the kind of hell Sam and I went through. You have no idea what it was like for me to watch Sam cry and scream and pretend it was all just some sort of nightmare. You don't know what it was like to watch her go completely insane and not be able to do anything about it. I couldn't save my daughter and I couldn't help my wife. And after all was said and done and things were finally getting back to as normal as they could be after everything you turn around in fifteen seconds and say something as stupid as I should leave her for killing Cassie. You can't take it back. Sam may be able to see something that I don't. I don't care. Sam and Cassie and the twins are my life now, and whenever you say something stupid or hurtful to or about them you aren't just saying it to or about them, you're saying it to and about me." For once I felt relaxed. I hadn't realized just how much of me had been kept hidden after Cassie's death. Sam put her hand on my arm.

"Freddie, we need to start fresh. We both knew it was a mistake and we both know I didn't mean to say anything like that. It's not common for me to say things out of anger. If Sam and I can now get along then there should be no reason we can't. I want to be there for you and for Sam and for the new babies. I want to be more productive in your lives than I was with Cassie. You are my son and you always will be. I love you very much, and I want you to understand that I don't blame you or Sam for anything that happened to Cassie and that if you ever need anything you can come to me." I sighed and the whole room was silent. It was stupid. I knew both Sam and my mom were right. I didn't know what I was doing, I had never taken care of a child before and babies didn't come with instruction booklets.

"I love you, too, mom." I hugged her. No matter how old I was or how mad I was or whatever I would always need my mom. I hated to admit that all the crazy things she had done when I was growing up had made me the person I was. She did everything on her own and it taught me to value every person that walked into my life. She held out some sort of scrapbook.

"I was hoping you would forgive me so I could give this to you."

"What is it?"

"You can look at it later. I think your food is burning."

"Shit!" I tossed the book on the couch and walked into the kitchen. Sam laughed. I knew she never intended on having dinner here because the timer was still on 20 minutes and the lasagna was shot.

"Or we could go out somewhere." I sighed, setting the tray on top of the stove.

"Good idea." Sam grabbed her coat and put her shoes on. We followed her out the door.

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Samantha