AN-Hey, I just started my summer vacation, so I'm hoping to have chapters up for all my stories a little quicker now! I have 22 more requests after this one, so again, if you sent in a request, it's going to take some time for me to get it up, but I WILL put it up. Also, feel free to send in more requests if you want; I love hearing ideas! Also, a few readers have suggested that I make a new set of oneshots about Sam and Freddie's kids. The only reason I don't think I'm going to do that is because it will just be too confusing, and it's a lot easier for me to just have all my oneshots in this one story. However I do get that a lot of the oneshots lately have been just focusing on the kids, and not so much Sam and Freddie. I just got a bunch of requests for those all at once, which is why there are so many of them. So what I'm thinking I'm going to do is from now on when I upload a chapter that's centered mainly around the kids, I'm going to post a second oneshot with it at the same time that's focused solely on Sam and Freddie. That way if you're not too big a fan of the kid chapters, you'll still have something to read that you'll hopefully enjoy, and if you do like the kid chapters, well then you just get two chapters per update!
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Update
"-And then my mom decided that she would buy me these kakis," Gibby said, showing off his new pants at the Benson's dinner table. "Because they have better seams."
"Wow, I think that was probably the lamest story I've heard in my life," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
The kids at the table all laughed.
"Sam," Freddie sighed. He turned to the kids. "You guys all know that saying something 'lame' isn't nice, right Sam?"
"Um yeah, sure," Sam mumbled.
"So your mom seriously still buys your clothes for you?" Carly asked Gibby, frowning.
"Um, duh," Gibby nodded.
"Isn't it just the cutest thing?" Tasha said, smiling at her husband dreamily.
"Sure, if by cute you mean la-I mean, dumb," Sam said.
The kids giggled again.
"Mommy said dumb!" Sam and Freddie's five-year old daughter, Emma, grinned.
"Sam!" Freddie hissed.
"Oh come on, 'dumb' isn't a bad word!" Sam defended.
"Still, I don't think we should be exposing the kids to that type of language," Freddie said. "Especially not when Carly and Gibby's kids are here too!"
"Um, so how about I help clean up these plates?" Carly said, quickly getting to her feet. Years of practice had trained her how to diffuse a couple's fight between Sam and Freddie in a matter of seconds.
"Yeah, you do that and I'll get some ice cream for everyone," Sam said, heading into the kitchen.
Once Carly had cleared the table, Sam placed large bowls of chocolate swirl ice cream in front of everyone.
"So Gib, did you ever manage to replace your Pear Phone?" Carly asked as everyone dug into his or her desert. "I mean, it was pretty much destroyed after that little stunt of yours."
"Hey, that wasn't my fault!" Gibby defended. "It was the monkey's! But yes, the people at the Pear Store happened to be very understanding of my problem and they gave me a replacement."
"Hey, speaking of Pear Phones," Freddie said. "Who wants to see the new update I just installed onto my phone? I can download apps three times faster and-"
"No one wants to see your lame update, nub," Sam said, spooning ice cream into one-year old Tyler's mouth.
"What does lame mean?" Ashton asked.
"It means not cool, sweetie," Freddie said, glaring at Sam. "And mommy really should know better than to use those hurtful words."
"Hey Quincy, guess what?" Emma said to Gibby and Tasha's son. "You're lame!"
"I am not!" Quincy whined.
"Emma, we don't call people lame," Freddie said sternly.
"Mom calls you lame all the time though," Jason pointed out.
"Nice going, Sam," Freddie said.
"Oh calm down," Sam said. "Don't get your Galaxy Wars boxers in a knot."
…..
Later that evening, Sam was upstairs putting Tyler to bed while Freddie and the others sat in the living room, watching a movie.
"So, what did you do to tick Sam off so much?" Carly asked Freddie.
"Yeah, she seemed pretty wazzed off at you during dinner," Gibby nodded.
"Eh, she was just being Sam," Freddie sighed. "You know, flinging insults out at me like it's her job."
"Ah," Carly nodded.
"Hey, is that Tyler's baby monitor there on the coffee table?" Gibby asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, it is," Freddie nodded. "Sam must've left down here. I'd better run it back upstairs."
"Wait, wait, wait, hold on," Gibby said. "I hear something coming from it!"
"That's Sam," Carly nodded, listening to the noise coming from the baby monitor.
"Yeah, the other monitor's in Tyler's room," Freddie nodded. Suddenly a grin began to creep across his face.
"You gonna eavesdrop on what your wife is saying?" Gibby asked.
"Shoosh yeah I am," Freddie nodded.
"You know that's sort of, oh, what's the word? Wrong!" Carly spat.
"You don't have to listen," Freddie pointed out.
"Oh just move over," Carly said, sitting down next to the boys in front of the baby monitor.
…..
"Alright, Tyler," Sam said, pulling her son's pajama's over his head. "Time for you to go to bed."
Tyler happily cooed as Sam scooped him up off his changing table.
"Mom, where's my dinosaur book?" Jason asked, coming into his brother's nursery.
"Probably in your room where you had it last," Sam said. "Do you want to read it to Tyler again?"
"Uh-huh," Jason nodded.
"Mommy, Emma keeps sticking her tongue out at me and calling me lame!" Ashton complained, rushing into the room with Emma at her heels.
"Both of you are lame," Jason said.
"You're lamer!" Ashton snapped back.
"Hey, I don't want to hear any of you calling each other lame again, got it?" Sam said firmly.
"But you say it," Emma said.
"Well when you become a grown up you can say it all you like," Sam said.
"But you kept calling dad lame downstairs tonight," Jason said. "If you can do it why can't we?"
"Er…" Sam frowned.
"Mommy?" Ashton said. "Why do you call daddy lame?"
"Because daddy…he sort of is…well, he's actually-um…don't you guys have other things to be doing?"
"Mommy," Emma said. "Why do you call daddy lame even though daddy said it's not a nice word?"
"Yeah," Jason nodded.
"What is this, twenty questions?" Sam mumbled, sitting down in the rocking chair with Tyler.
"I thought mommies and daddies were to supposed to be nice to each other all the time because they love each other," Ashton said.
"Hey, I'm nice to daddy…occasionally," Sam said.
"Do you love him?" Emma asked.
Sam showed a small smile. "Okay you three…what you're going to hear right now never leaves this room, got it? Can we keep this our little secret?"
The kids eagerly nodded.
"Well then," Sam said. "Yes. I love daddy. Very, very much. No matter how many times I laugh at him, or call him names, I still love him. I don't think I could go one day without having him around me, or kissing him, or having him hold me. Which is why I have to give him suck a hard time; because if he knew that, he'd get a pretty swollen ego, and I don't want to deal with that."
"Gross," Ashton cringed. "You like kissing daddy?"
"Yuck!" Emma and Jason exclaimed.
Sam chuckled. "Hey, you guys asked."
…..
After Sam got Tyler down, she headed back downstairs into the living room where Freddie, Gibby and Carly were all staring at her with big smirks on their faces.
"What?" Sam frowned, sitting down.
"You love me," Freddie said happily, grinning at his wife.
"What?" Sam said, narrowing her eyes.
"You love me," Freddie said again.
"Okay…and you keep saying this because?" Sam asked.
"Sam," Freddie chuckled. "It's okay. I mean, just because you can't go a day without having me around you-"
"What did you say?" Sam growled, getting to her feet, her face turning bright red. "How did you-Hey! Is that Tyler's baby monitor? Did you- You were listening to me up there?"
"Um, well, I think we'd better go," Carly said as her and Gibby jumped to their feet.
"Um…yeah?" Freddie said, his grin finally fading. "But-But-"
"You-You-lame nub!" Sam snapped, grabbing a cushion from her seat and throwing it at her husband. "I can't believe you! I am going to kill you!"
"What why? Because I caught you admitting to our kids how much you love me?" Freddie chuckled.
"Ugh! Shut up!" Sam snapped.
"What's the big deal?" Freddie asked, amused. "I tell you I love you all the time!"
"Yeah, because you're the weak emotional one in this relationship," Sam said.
"True," Freddie said, leaning down to give Sam a kiss. "Which is why when you do admit that you love me, it's really special."
"You know I just don't like saying it," Sam mumbled.
"I know baby," Freddie grinned. "And hey, I love you too."
"Yeah, yeah," Sam said rolling her eyes. "I'm still mad at you though, by the way."
"Of course you are," Freddie said, shaking his head.
