World

Sam yawned as she pulled back the covers to her and Freddie's bed. It was past midnight and she had only just gotten her newborn twin girls to sleep. She slid underneath the sheets of the bed, and even though she was exhausted beyond belief, she couldn't fall asleep. She glanced over at Freddie's side of the bed, cold and empty.

Freddie had been in Chicago for the past three days, and since he left, Sam had not gotten a full night's sleep.

Stupid nub's grown on me, Sam thought to herself. There was a clash of thunder, and Sam heard rain teaming down outside.

"Mommy?"

Sam raised her self up onto her elbows and saw her and Freddie's son, Jason, standing at her doorway.

"Jason, it's after twelve," Sam said.

"The thunder woke me up," Jason replied.

Sam showed a small smile. She knew Jason was terrified of thunderstorms, and that it was taking all his courage to keep from crying.

"Come here," she said, patting Freddie's side of the bed. "Want to sleep here tonight?"

"Um," Jason said. "Well…" He didn't want to look like a baby.

"I'm sort of scared of the thunder, you know," Sam whispered. "Maybe you could keep me company?"

Jason nodded eagerly. "Okay!"

Sam laughed as Jason quickly scrambled under the covers as there was another clash of thunder.

"When's the rain going to stop?" Jason asked in a squeaky voice.

"I think it's supposed to go on all night," Sam said, putting an arm around her son. "Just close your eyes and try not to listen, okay?"

Jason obliged and laid his head on Freddie's pillow.

Sam watched her son's gentle breathing. She couldn't help but smile as she noticed how much he resembled his father. Sure, he got her blonde hair and small stature, but he also had Freddie's big brown eyes, his adorable nose and his chin. Heck, he even wrinkled his nose while he slept just like Freddie did.

Sam sighed. Freddie and their three kids were her whole world; she didn't know what she would do without them. When she was growing up, she'd never thought she would be the type of mother who would just sit and watch her child sleep. When Jason was first born, her and Freddie used to do that a lot; just sit for hours by his crib and smile down at him. They did if for the twins as well, and Sam was sure if any more little Benson's were to come, they would receive the same treatment.

"Mommy?" Jason said suddenly, his eyes still closed. "I miss daddy."

Sam stroked his hair gently. "Me too, Jason. He's going to be home in just two days, though."

"Do you think it's raining in Chicago?"

"Probably not," Sam chuckled.

"That's good. Because daddy's a big chicken with thunderstorms."

Sam laughed. "He sure is. But you know what? I love him anyway."

"Me too," Jason yawned. "Goodnight, mommy."

"Night, sweetie," Sam said, kissing the top of his head.