AN-I'm glad so many of you liked the idea of Quincy and Emma together last chapter. Perhaps I will build on that in the future...In the meantime, I still have several requests to get through, but I promise, you'll see more of them in the future.

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Twin

"Man, I love it when we both get days off on the same day," Freddie said, his arms wrapped around his wife.

"Yeah, nice little coincidences, don't you think?" Sam smiled up at him, putting her head on his shoulders.

"You hacked into the studio's computers and made this happen, didn't you?" Freddie said knowingly.

"Maybe," Sam said playfully. "But come on, baby, we had a lot of fun today while we had the house to ourselves with the kids at school, didn't we?"

"Hey, I'm not complaining," Freddie said. "But speaking of the kids, don't you have to go pick up Tyler soon?"

"Oh, yeah," Sam said, glancing over at the clock. "And then I have to drive Jason over to the DMV right after so he can try for the third time to get his license."

"Tell him I said good luck," Freddie laughed.

"I will," Sam said. "The twins should be home in about ten minutes. If I'm not back by five, you'll have to drive Emma to her soccer game."

"Got it," Freddie nodded.

After Sam had left, Freddie had just begun watching an old episode of Celebrities Under Water, when he heard the front door of the house swing open.

"Mom!" he heard one of the girls call.

"She's picking up your brothers and then going take Jason to get his license...hopefully," Freddie said as the girls walked into the living room.

"Why?" Emma said. "He's just going to fail again.

"When's she going to be back?" her twin sister, Ashton, asked. "Soon?"

"I don't know, it's probably going to be crowded at the DMV," Freddie said. "Why do you need her?"

"We need her to teach us something," Ashton replied.

"Well I can do it," Freddie said. "What is it? Something for school?"

"Kind of, but not like math or history or anything," she explained. "It's-It's just we found out today that the seventh grade dance is going to have some slow songs."

"Which is why I don't want to go even more than I didn't want to go before," Emma said. "But her and Clarissa are making me."

"We sort of wanted mom to teach us how do dance," Ashton told her father. "Like...slow dance."

"As in with boys?" Freddie asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ashton nodded. "I really want this one boy to dance with me, dad, he's so cute!"

"He's uglier than Quincy," Emma said, rolling her eyes. "And that's saying something. Don't worry, dad," she added. "I'm not doing any slow songs."

"But I heard Mikey Liriman was thinking of asking you to dance," Ashton said, grinning.

"Um, who's Mikey Liriman?" Freddie asked, but neither of his daughters seemed to hear him.

"He is not," Emma said, though her cheeks were turning red.

"I heard it from Zach Bryant, who's like, his best friend," Ashton said. "Trust me, it's true."

"Fine, I'll slow dance," Emma said, rolling her eyes, clearly trying to hold back a smile. "But if mom's not back soon, we won't even have time to learn! The dance is tomorrow night!"

"Hey, you know," Freddie said. "I can teach you."

The girls stared at their father.

"You?" Emma said. "But you can't dance!"

"Yeah, daddy, this is really important," Ashton nodded. "Mom has more experience with dance than you."

"Hey, I learned a few moves for my wedding," Freddie said. "I know my way around a dance floor."

Emma choked back a laugh. "Yeah, sure you do, dad."

"I'm serious!" Freddie said. "Look, as much as you two dancing with...boys kills me, I'm willing to teach you girls how to slow dance. You're both growing up now, and, well, I just have to get used to it. So come on."

"Come on where?" Emma asked.

"The basement, there's more space," Freddie said.

He led the twins down to the basement, which over the years had become something of an entertainment room, but there was still a large empty space that would be perfect for dancing.

"Okay," Freddie said, going through a pile of CD's by the stereo. "First thing you should know, is that the guy leads and the girls-"

"I'm not going to let the guy lead!" Emma said indignantly.

"Just think of Mikey," Ashton said, and Emma fell quiet.

"Seriously, who is this kid?" Freddie frowned. "Alright, never mind. Anyway," he put the CD into the stereo and a slow song began to play. "The dancing isn't actually to difficult. Em, come here."

Emma stood in front of her father.

"So the girls usually put their hands on the guys shoulders-"

"I can't reach your shoulders," Emma said.

"Fine," Freddie sighed. He crouched down a bit, and Emma put her hands on his shoulders.

"Good," Freddie said. "Now the guy usually puts his hands on the girls waist. But make sure his hands stay there! Don't let his hands go down or up. If you do, Emma, beat him up, Ashton, call Emma to beat him up."

"Sweet," Emma grinned.

"Okay," Freddie said. "Now you just sort of step and step back in a nice little rhythm. Ashton, come here."

Ashton took her sisters place and Freddie began to step to the music with her.

"There you go, you're doing good!" Freddie encouraged her.

"No I'm not, I keep stepping on your feet!" Ashton moaned.

"Well any boy you're dancing with will have smaller feet than me," Freddie told her. "So you won't have to worry about that."

"Let me try," Emma said. Freddie danced with her as well, and though Emma proclaimed the whole time that she thought dancing was stupid, Freddie could see the slightest of grins on her face.

As Freddie danced with each of his daughters, he suddenly realized just how much they both looked like Sam. They each had long blonde hair, though theirs was pin straight in contrast to Sam's curls. But they had the same facial features, the same expressions (especially Emma), and they were both relatively short in stature. The only thing, appearance wise, that they seemed to have inherited from him were their eyes. And he knew that unfortunately, many boys were bound to find them attractive.

"I can't wait for tomorrow night, daddy!" Ashton said excitedly. "I have to go call Clarissa!"

"Yeah, and I have to go eat something," Emma said, rubbing her stomach.

As Freddie watched his two girls head back upstairs, he couldn't help feel a pang of sadness. For it seemed like just yesterday that the thought of dancing with boys would've disgusted them. He let out a sigh. They really were growing up.