AN-Alright, well, I spent a lot of time working on this oneshot, trying to make it as PG as possible, since the rest of my oneshots have been along that rating. It's not really bad, it's just that some might consider it for a more mature audience. Just wanted to warn you.

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"Daddy, I thought we were going to go out for breakfast?" four-year old Jason Benson said, following his father around the living room.

"We are, Jason," Freddie said, lifting one of his and Sam's newborn twin girls out of their playpen and into their carrier. "Just as soon as mommy's ready."

"But I'm hungry!" Jason moaned.

"I know, but you can have all the pancakes you can eat at the restaurant, okay?"

"With syrup?"

"Yeah, but you're not going to put it on yourself this time," Freddie said firmly, lifting the other twin out of the playpen. "Not after that sugar rush you got last time..."

"When's mommy going to be ready?" Jason asked.

"That's a good question," Freddie said, looking at his watch. "Alright, you keep an eye on your sisters for me, and I'll go see what's taking her so long."

Freddie headed upstairs to his and Sam's bedroom.

"Sam, you almost ready?" Freddie asked, poking his head into the room. "Jason's all-Sam! You're not even up yet!"

He walked into the room, stopping at his wife's bedside. "Sam, it's almost ten thirty! You promised yesterday that you'd be up early enough to go to the restaurant!"

"Freddie, just leave," Sam moaned, burying her head in her pillow.

"Look, the restaurant stops serving breakfast at eleven," Freddie said. "Which means if we're going to make it in time, we need to leave now. Come on, I got Jason up and dressed, and I have the twins in their carriers. We're all just waiting on you now."

"Go without me," Sam mumbled, pulling her covers tighter around her.

"But it's an all-you-can-eat buffet," Freddie frowned. "You've never passed up on one of those."

"Well I am now," Sam snapped.

"Baby, are you okay?" Freddie asked, sitting down next to her on the bed, concerned.

"Freddie, can you just please go?" Sam asked. "I just want to stay in bed for a little, okay?"

"Are you sick?" Freddie asked, feeling his wife's forehead. "You don't feel warm, but I think you might be a little clammy...want me to get you some medicine?"

"It's not that type of sick," Sam groaned.

"Well then what is it? Headache?"

"No."

"Um, allergies?"

"Freddie, for the love of chiz, can't you just leave in peace for like an hour?" Sam said.

"Sam, I just want to make sure you're okay," Freddie said gently, stroking her hair. "Why don't you just tell me what's wrong and then I can-"

"Freddie," Sam sighed, rolling her eyes. "Look, I was there with you in health class in high school. What happens to girls about once a month that makes them irritable and crabby so they just want to sit in bed and do nothing?"

"I don't know," Freddie said. "Um, is it something to do with the weather?"

"How can you be such an idiot?" Sam said, shaking her head. "Think, you moron!"

"Sam, I don't know," Freddie said. "Can't you just-wait...oh."

"About time, genius," Sam mumbled.

"So-So you're...you know?" Freddie frowned.

"Yes, so can you just leave me alone?" Sam asked. "Please?"

"But we've been married for five years," Freddie pointed out. "And you've never been...like this."

"It's usually not that bad," Sam muttered. "I can usually just deal with it. But the doctor said that usually right after you give birth, it gets really bad for the first few times after. I was fine after Jason, but I guess since I just had twins..."

"Is it really that bad?" Freddie asked softly.

"I think I'll be fine in a few hours," Sam said. "So can you just take the kids to breakfast on your own, baby?"

"Well it's not fair that you have to stay back," Freddie said, rubbing her back. "So how about we all just stay and you can rest up here and I'll make Jason breakfast downstairs."

"No, he's been wanting pancakes all week," Sam told him. "Besides, I don't think we really have any food for breakfast in the fridge anyway. I'll be alright here, Freddie, you guys go ahead."

"You sure?" Freddie asked.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"Do you need anything?"

"Just sleep," Sam yawned, turning over on her side.

"Alright," Freddie said, leaning over to give her a quick kiss. "I'll get the kids and leave now then."

"Thanks," Sam said.

"Feel better," Freddie said, getting up. He left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

"Where's mommy?" Jason asked as Freddie returned downstairs.

"Mommy's not feeling to good right now," Freddie said, picking up the twins carriers. "But she said she wants us to still go to breakfast anyway. You ready to go?"

"Uh-huh," Jason nodded. "Can we bring mommy back some bacon?"

Freddie chuckled. "I'd bet she'd love that, Jason."