AN-So the request for this actually came with another sort of subplot, but due the the aging I have all of the Seddie kids at, it wouldn't have really worked. So I'm going to upload the rest of the request next chapter.

Dealing

"No!"

"Jason, come on," Sam said, trying to wrestle the four-year old's Galaxy Wars action figure out of his hands. "You need to pack up your toys!"

"I don't want to move!" Jason said firmly.

"Honey, it's not even that far away," Sam said. "We just need more space for when the babies come in a few months."

"They can share my room," Jason said.

"I don't think you're going to want your two baby sisters in here once you realize how much they wake up at night crying," Sam smiled.

"I'm not moving!" Jason said again.

"You know what," Sam sighed. "I'm letting your dad deal with this when he gets home."

"I want to stay here!" Jason said, sitting himself down on his bed.

Sam left her son's room and headed into the small living room of her and Freddie's two-bedroom apartment, where she began to pack away more of the family's belongings.

"Hey," Freddie said, walking through the door. "How's-Sam! I told you not to worry about packing! I'll do it! Go sit down and rest."

"Freddie, for the love of chiz, I'm pregnant, not diseased," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"Pregnant with twins," Freddie pointed out. "That's double the strain on you. Seriously, baby, any other time, you'd be more than happy to sit on the couch while I did all the packing, why are you changing the system now?"

"I'm only packing my special vintage Girly Cow figurines," Sam said. "You know, the important stuff. Don't worry, I left the hard things for you."

"Good," Freddie said, kissing her. "So, is Jason finally starting to pack some of his things?"

"Nope," Sam replied. "He still refuses to move."

"He does realize that we're moving about ten minutes away, right?"

"I've told him," Sam said. "But he says he doesn't want to leave his room, or the balcony, and his friends in the building. Go fix it."

Sam sat herself down on the couch and turned on the T.V.

"No, no, no," Freddie said, grabbing the remote from his wife. "I'm not doing that alone. You're coming with me, Sam."

"You just told me to rest!"

"Is talking to a four-year old really that straining?" Freddie asked, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, this is serious. Jason's obviously going through some real problems regarding the move, and it's important for both of us to sit down and discuss the issue with him."

"Oh my God, please stop reading every book your mom gives us," Sam moaned.

"There's some good stuff in there," Freddie defended.

"Alright, alright," Sam sighed. "Let's do it."

Freddie helped her to her feet and the two of them walked to their son's room. Jason was sitting on his bed, flipping through a picture book.

"Hey, Jason," Freddie said as him and Sam sat down at the edge of the bed.

"Hi, daddy," Jason said, looking up from his book.

"So," Freddie said, looking around at the empty boxes scattered about the room. "Your mom tells me that you don't want to move."

"Uh-uh," Jason said, shaking his head. "I want to stay right here."

"But Jason," Freddie said. "You know there's not going to be enough room for five people in this tiny apartment."

"Yes there will," Jason argued.

"Sweetie, you know that's not true," Sam said.

"Yeah, those two little babies are going to take up a lot of space," Freddie said. "And you saw our new house; that place is plenty big. You'll get a much bigger room for all of your toys, plus a back yard with a pool. And maybe I can try and build you a playground out there too."

Sam scoffed, and Freddie shot her a look.

"But I'm going to miss my friends," Jason said.

"Well you'll still see them," Sam said. "You'll still go to your same preschool, and I promise, even though I hate most of their mothers, I'll set you up play dates and deal with the whack jobs."

"Sam," Freddie sighed.

"What? One lady has dresses her poodle up in a special little outfit every day!"

"Anyway," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "The point is, Jason, is that even though we're going to be moving to a new house, things will still be the same. We promise. The only difference will be that in two months, you'll be a big brother. And you're excited about that, aren't you?"

Jason nodded.

"And you know," Sam said. "I think I saw some kids your age playing outside the last time I went to the house. Maybe you could make some new friends."

"Did they look like they like Galaxy Wars?" Jason asked thoughtfully.

"Um, I don't know," Sam said. "But, despite what daddy may say, Galaxy Wars isn't the most important thing to look for in a friend. It's what type of snacks they have, and I'm pretty sure I saw these kids eating giant chocolate chip cookies."

Jason's eyes widened. "You did? I want some!"

"Well then you better start packing your toys so we can move," Sam laughed. "Come on, daddy will help you."

"Uh-huh," Freddie nodded. "Let's get this stuff packed."

"And in the meantime," Sam said, getting up. "Mommy's going to take a very long nap..."

Freddie waited until she left the room before turning to his son.

"Okay, Jason, don't listen to mommy on that whole Galaxy Wars thing," he said. "If those kids at the new house don't like it, invite them over and I'll show you guys the trilogy and we'll make them learn to love it."