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"Mommy?" Four-year old Jason asked his mother, climbing up next to Sam on the couch. "Can my baby brother or sister come now?"
"Sorry kid, you've got another month to wait," Sam smiled, kissing the top of Jason's head. "But hey, put your hand right here on my stomach. You feel the baby kicking?"
"Yeah!" Jason said excitedly. "I feel it!"
"Pretty cool, huh?" Sam chuckled. He stomach gave a growl suddenly. "Yo, Fredwad?" she yelled into the kitchen. "What's taking forever with my sandwich?"
"I'm coming! I just have to add the last layer of ham!" Freddie called back.
Just then, there was a knock at the Benson's door.
"Can you get it for me, Jason?" Sam asked. "It's your Aunt Melanie."
"Okay," Jason said, hopping down and running to the front door.
"Hi, Jason," Melanie smiled as the child opened the door.
"Hi Aunt Melanie," Jason replied. "Mommy said I have to wait another month to see my baby brother or sister."
"Sorry, kiddo," Melanie smiled. She put her hand on her own swollen abdomen. "But if it makes you feel any better, you only have to wait two more weeks to see your baby cousin."
She sat down next to Sam. "What have you been up to all day?"
"Nothing, just making Freddie make me a bunch of food," Sam said, leaning back in her seat. "That's one of the best things about being pregnant…I can command him to do anything, and he has to do it because I'm carrying his kid."
"You make him do stuff anyway, even when you're not pregnant," Melanie pointed out, rolling her eyes.
"True," Sam shrugged. "But now he can't give me sas about it. Hey, I'm bored."
"Then put the T.V. on," Melanie suggested.
"Nah, there's nothing good on," Sam said. "But I have an idea…you wanna have some fun?"
"What sort of fun?" Melanie asked slowly. She learned long ago that 'fun' with her twin usually meant doing something illegal.
"Let's prank Freddie," Sam said, grinning mischievously. "You think he can tell us apart?"
"He can tell us apart, Sam," Melanie reminded her. "He does it all the time."
"Sure, when we're right next to each other," Sam said. "But if I leave the room…besides, now that we're both pregnant, he's been having a little bit of trouble lately. So has your husband."
"That's true…" Melanie said thoughtfully. "It would be sort of cool to see if it would work…"
"Exactly!" Sam said, getting to her feet. "Now come upstairs! It will be a dead give away if you keep that frilly girly shirt on. Put one of mine on."
The girls hurried upstairs and headed towards Sam and Freddie's bedroom.
"Mommy?" Jason asked, poking his head out of his room. "What are you doing?"
"Me and Aunt Melanie," Sam told him. "Are gonna play a prank on daddy. You want to help us?"
Jason nodded eagerly.
"Well, we're going to make daddy think that Aunt Melanie's really me, and we're gonna see how long it take him to realize it's not," Sam grinned. "Sound like fun?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Good," Sam laughed. "So how about you go downstairs and make sure daddy doesn't come up here, okay? And make sure you don't give our plan away."
"Okay!" Jason said, running downstairs.
"Think he can really keep the secret?" Sam asked.
"Probably not for too long," Sam admitted. "So hurry up. Here," she tossed her twin one of her shirts from her closet. "Put that on and go downstairs."
Melanie did as she was told, taking off her light pink dress shirt and throwing on one of Sam's t-shirts.
"Sam!" the twins heard Freddie calling from downstairs. "Where are you? I have your sandwich!"
"Um, coming!" Melanie called back down.
"Don't blow it," Sam told her. "And make me look good, will you?"
Melanie rolled her eyes as she headed downstairs. Sam sat down at the top of the stairs so she could see Freddie, but he couldn't see her.
"What were you doing up there?" Freddie asked Melanie, thinking she was Sam, as Melanie entered the living room. "The doctor said you shouldn't be climbing the stairs too much."
"I was just, um, using the bathroom," Melanie said lamely.
"Oh, well, here's your sandwich," Freddie told her, sitting down on the couch next to her. "Extra ham, just like you asked."
Sam frowned from her spot on the steps…Melanie was a vegetarian.
"Um, thanks…nub," Melanie said, trying not to gag at the smell of meat. "But I'm not really hungry anymore."
"Wow," Freddie chuckled, shaking his head. "You and your cravings, baby. Anyway, who was at the door a few minutes ago? I heard a knock."
"Um, it was just a salesperson," Melanie replied quickly.
Sam glanced over at her son, who was sitting in one of the armchairs, trying not to laugh.
"You okay, Jason?" Freddie asked.
Jason nodded, obviously not trusting himself to talk.
"So hey, I was thinking you and I could go out to dinner this weekend," Freddie said. "Since we only have a few more weeks until the baby comes…You think Melanie could babysit for us?"
"Yeah, I'm sure-" Melanie started, but at that point Jason burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Freddie frowned, confused.
"Daddy, that's Aunt Melanie!" Jason giggled.
"What?" Freddie exclaimed. He looked at Melanie, examining her.
"M-Melanie?" Freddie asked, finally realizing that this was not his wife. "But why-? How did-? Sam!"
"Yes baby?" Sam said brightly, coming downstairs.
"That was funny, mommy!" Jason said, still laughing.
"I know, wasn't it?" Sam grinned.
"Why'd you do that?" Freddie demanded.
"Because I was bored," Sam shrugged. "And I don't think you get to be the mad one here, Mr. I-Didn't-Know-I-Was-Talking-To-My-Wife's-Twin."
"You know I can tell you two apart," Freddie said, rolling his eyes. "When you're together and I'm expecting it! Plus, I'm running on three hours of sleep since someone kept waking me up to make her food last night."
"Yeah, which is why I forgive you," Sam smiled, giving him a quick kiss. "This time."
