AN-This is a sequel to chapter 227, where Sam and Freddie find out that Emma and Quincy are dating.
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"I still can't believe it," Freddie said as he slid underneath the covers of his and Sam's bed. "Our little Emma…dating Quincy Gibson."
"Yeah, I know," Sam nodded, sliding into bed next to her husband. "It's a little…weird. I mean, if someone had told you way back twenty years ago that our daughter would be dating Gibby's son, you'd be a little freaked out, wouldn't you?"
"I think I'd be a little more freaked out about finding out you and I had a daughter together in the first place," Freddie pointed out.
"Okay, true," Sam agreed. "But it's still weird. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad Emma seems happy with him, but still; Quincy?"
"It's no weirder than us," Freddie said.
"Dude, you're being a little too calm about this," Sam frowned. "You freak out when guys even look at one of the girls."
"I know, and I'll never be thrilled about the fact that those two have to date," Freddie said. "I still like to think that maybe one day they'll surprise me and announce that they're going to become nuns or something so I can stop worrying about all their stupid boyfriends. But if Emma's going to insist on dating, I'd much rather her be dating Quincy, my best friend's son who I've known since he was born, than some random dude off the street."
"I guess," Sam sighed. "But still…Gibby's son? I'm telling you this now, Fredlump, if those two get married and have kids, we're gonna make sure we're the favorite grandparents, got it?"
"Got it," Freddie chuckled.
"Man," Sam said, leaning back on her pillow. "You know, I wonder how long those two would've kept this whole thing hidden if we hadn't caught them at the restaurant tonight?"
"Who knows," Freddie said. "When'd they say they first got together again?"
"During that blackout last month," Sam replied. "When they were locked in our basement together when they were getting flashlights and-Holy chiz! Dude!" she grabbed Freddie's arm.
"Ow! What?" Freddie winced.
"I think I totally walked in on them that night!" Sam said.
"Really?" Freddie frowned.
"Yeah, remember how long they were down there?" Sam nodded. "Didn't you think it was weird that they didn't yell for help or call us on their cells? And when I went down there they seemed sort of…friendly."
"Oh man…I never thought about that," Freddie said. "How long were they alone down there? They better not have done anything more down there then a-a kiss on the cheek!"
"That's the overprotective nub I know," Sam smiled.
"Dang it, I thought I was actually going to be okay with her dating," Freddie said.
"Eh, you'll never be okay with it," Sam said. "But hey, like you said, better Quincy than some stubrag like that Chase kid she used to date."
"Yeah," Freddie sighed. "I mean, I guess I still like to think of her and Ashton as my little girls who said that they'd never get married because they never wanted to leave me. Sure, I knew at some point I'd have to let them go, but they just both grew up so fast. This dating thing is a big leap for them and me, and as much as I'd like to keep them locked up away from boys, I'm just going to have to-"
He was interrupted by a snore, and he looked down at Sam to see that she was fast asleep.
"Of course," he said, rolling his eyes.
