A/n: Stupid homework...

For sleeping arrangements, Jack would be sleeping with some of the older kids and Sam's brothers and brothers in law and Sam would be sleeping with the younger ones, her sisters/sisters in law. That much was decided over supper. The rest of the week went like this: the next day, Joyce and Jon would watch the kids with Michelle and Matthew, the next day the kids would be watched by Michael and Megan, and Mark and Rebecca. Jack and Sam would be looking after them the day after that. Jacob was due in on Christmas Eve.

Once the dishes had been washed and put away, the kid's went back to the TV, and the adults played twister, with two mats to fit everyone on. James, the oldest kid (12) was calling out where to put the hands, and Shawn, the second oldest (10). It didn't take long for the adults to get all tangled up. Jack had on of Sam's in-laws under him, unsure of whom it was. Sam was attempting to arch of Jack, who had a medium height crab-stance going on. Sam already had two feet on one side of Jack, and one hand on the other, and was suppose to get her hand on to another green, with her other hand. She took a deep breath, then switched her hands around. Sam had a perfect arc, her body curved enough that she could take to him. Jack never realized just how flexible his 2ic really was. Years of acrobatics left her doing whatever she wanted with her body, although she couldn't quite lick her own elbow.

"Ca—Sam, who do I have under me?" Jack asked, finally coming up with something to say.

Sam looked and smiled. "Jonathon's underneath you, but I think he's trying to get out...."

Jack lifted up his hand, and Jon came rolling carefully out, he had lost. He just wasn't careful enough. He rolled onto Michelle's hand, which made her lose her balance, and fell onto Mark's leg, causing a chain reaction, bringing everyone down. A flash went of: Shawn had found Joyce's camera.

Michelle looked around at her screwed up family, all complaining that they were to old for Twister. Her eyes fell on Sam. Sam's shirt had come up, revealing a very scarred stomach. Her mouth opened in shock.

"Sam what happened to your stomach?"

Sam shot a look at Jack. "Lab accident. Some one was playing with buttons they shouldn't have been playing with, and accidentally set off an explosion." Sam was looking at Jack while she said that. It was the best cover story she could come up with. She couldn't exactly talk about pain sticks now could she?