AN-I got a request to do a follow up to last chapter where Sam talks to Emma about her first kiss. Hope you enjoy!
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Festival
"Emma," Sam said, knocking at the door of the room the twins shared with each other.
"Yeah?"
Sam opened the door. Emma was sitting on her bed watching an MMA fight. Sam smiled; of all her kids, Emma was the most like her.
"Your dad's having a panic attack downstairs," Sam said, sitting down at the desk chair.
"He has panic attacks every other day," Emma pointed out.
"Okay, true," Sam nodded. "But this one wasn't caused by me."
"Then why's he freaking out?"
"Because he assumed that you and Ashton were both still innocent little girls and had never kissed anybody," Sam said.
"Oh," Emma said, looking down at her lap.
"Yeah," Sam said. "He sent me up here to find out the name of this boy you've apparently been kissing."
"It was only once," Emma muttered. "It's not like I go and swap spit with him everyday. I don't know why dad's freaking out."
"He just doesn't want his girls to grow up too quickly and leave him," Sam told her.
"He still doesn't need to overreact," Emma said. "It's just a kiss."
"Em," Sam sighed. "You know he's just like that because he loves you. Look, my dad didn't even stick around to see any of the guys I dated. And if he did, I doubt he would've cared what they were like, so long as they got me out of his hair for a little bit. Heck, even now he doesn't care enough about me to see what my husband's like; I doubt he even knows that I'm married."
"I guess it's kind of nice that he cares so much," Emma mumbled.
"He loved Ashton's date," Sam told her. "So he's not too crazy about the whole thing."
"Of course he loved that nerd," Emma grinned. "I don't know what Ashton sees in him. I've been putting gum on the guy's gym shorts for years."
"Original," Sam nodded approvingly. "Okay, kid. Now talk."
"What do you mean?" Emma frowned.
"I came up here to find out who this boy is that you had your first kiss with it," Sam said. "Don't think I forgot."
"You-you don't know him," Emma said quickly.
"Honestly, you'd think you'd know how to lie better," Sam said. "Come on, who is he?"
"Ugh, you promise you won't tell anybody?" Emma said.
"Who am I going to tell that would even care?" Sam asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Yeah, good point," Emma shrugged. "Okay…it was Quincy."
"Gibson?" Sam exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Quincy Gibson, son of Gibby Gibson, was your first kiss?"
"Ashton already made fun of me enough," Emma snapped. "Though seeing who she's going out with I don't think she has any room to criticize me."
"I'm-I'm not making fun of you," Sam said, trying to keep a straight face. "It was just so…unexpected."
"It was at that stupid Renaissance Festival we went to with school last year," Emma sighed. "I bet him that he couldn't eat more turkey legs than me, so we got a bunch and then sat down at an empty picnic table to eat. I won, obviously, and then we were just kind of sitting there and… we kissed."
"But you ate more turkey legs than him?" Sam asked.
"Oh yeah. By like five," Emma nodded.
"Okay," Sam said. "I guess that's the most important thing…and you guys never did it again?"
"We swore we'd never talk about it," Emma said. "I mean, I told Ashton, because I have enough blackmail over her to make sure she doesn't talk, but that's it."
"Well, alrighty then," Sam said, standing up. She looked at the T.V. "Is this fight a re-run?"
"Yeah, but it's one of my favorites," Emma said. "It's the one where Garry Micheals gets knocked out by that dude with the glass eye."
"I remember now," Sam said. She turned to leave the room.
"Hey, mom?"
"Yeah?"
"Was it true what dad said downstairs?" Emma asked. "Did you really never kiss a guy until you were fourteen."
"Yup," Sam nodded.
"Oh…"
"But your dad didn't have his first kiss until he was fourteen either," Sam said.
"Really?"
"Uh-huh."
"At least yours probably wasn't with a total nub, like mine was," Emma said.
"Oh believe me, he was a nub," Sam said. "Still is."
"You mean you still know the guy?" Emma asked.
"Well I married him," Sam shrugged. "So yeah, I guess."
"Dad was your first kiss?"
"We both just wanted to get it over with," Sam grinned. "Have fun with your fight, Em."
She closed her daughter's door and headed back downstairs.
"So?" Freddie said the second he saw her. "Who is the kid? Did you find out?"
"Yeah, I found out," Sam said. "But Emma made me promise not to tell you."
"Sam! You're killing me! Can you at least tell me if he's a kid I need to worry about?"
"Trust me, the kid isn't much higher up on the coolness pole than Ashton's date," Sam assured him. "You lucked out; looks like our girls go for nerds."
"Let's hope it stays that way," Freddie said. "You're really not going to give me a hint?"
"Maybe you'll find out someday," Sam smiled, grabbing the remote from his hand. "Seriously, baby. Chill out."
"I need to get out of here," Freddie said. "I think I'll head over to Gib's. Watch some Sci-Fi with him. You know, that guys lucky he has all boys. He doesn't have to deal with any of this with Quincy, Huey and Kirby."
"Nope, guess not," Sam said. "Have fun with your Sci-Fi chiz."
"I'll be back in a couple of hours," Freddie said, giving her a quick kiss.
After he left, Sam tried to imagine having Gibby's kid as her son-in-law. She shuddered at the thought.
