Lotion

"So then I switched to this lotion," Gibby said, pulling a large bottle of lotion out of his bag and placing it on the Benson's coffee table. "Because I thought it would help the bottom of my feet. And I was right. Feel these babies!"

He put his bare feet on the coffee table.

"Gibby!" Sam snapped. "No one wants to touch you gross feet!"

"But they're really soft," Gibby's wife, Tasha, said, stroking her husband's feet.

"Um, I think we're still good," Freddie frowned. He looked at his watch. "What time are Emma and Quincy supposed to be coming over?"

"Emma told me noon," Sam replied.

"Well it's almost twelve thirty now," Freddie pointed out.

"Calm down, you know Emma's never on time to anything," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, do you guys know why they wanted to meet us all here?" Gibby asked.

"No clue," Freddie said. "All they told us was to have you guys come over because they wanted to talk to us about something."

"Wow, don't you love how we can have family meetings like this together now that our kids got married?" Gibby asked. "Isn't it great?"

"Fantastic," Sam said, her voice dripping in sarcasm.

Just then they heard the front door of the Benson's house open and Emma and Quincy came in.

"Hey," Emma said. "Sorry we're late. Quincy drive, like, ten miles an hour."
"I was going the speed limit," Quincy said. "And we still would've been here on time if someone would've woken up earlier."

Emma rolled her eyes and sat down.

"You guys want any coffee?" Freddie asked, holding up a half-filled coffee pot. "Made it fresh from some fancy Spanish coffee beans."

"Yeah, thanks," Quincy nodded.

"Um, none for me," Emma said. "But hey, are those almonds? Give me those."

"You hate almonds, I thought," Sam pointed out as Emma grabbed the bowl from the coffee table.

"Eh, they're not so bad," Emma shrugged, popping a few in her mouth.

"Hey, what did you guys want to tell us?" Gibby asked. "Wait, I know what this about."

"You do?" Quincy frowned.

"Of course!" Gibby nodded. "You heard that I switched lotions and you're here to see if the results were worth the change." He put his feet back on the coffee table. "I think you'll feel for yourself how smooth these-"

"They don't want to see you dang feet!" Sam yelled, swatting his feet off the table.

"So what's up?" Freddie asked his daughter and son-in-law. "Why'd you want us all here?"

"Well," Emma said. "We couldn't decide whose parent to tell first, so we figured it would just be easier to tell you guys at the same time."

"Tell us what?" Sam asked.

Emma smiled and Quincy put his arm around her. "I'm pregnant."

Freddie nearly dropped his coffee cup and Sam's eyes widened.

"Pregnant?" Sam repeated.

Emma nodded. "Yeah. We found out about a week ago. I'm two months along."

"Wow-That's-that's great!" Sam grinned, standing up to hug her daughter. "Congratulations, sweetheart!"

"Yeah, we're really happy for you two," Freddie smiled, hugging Quincy.

"Wow, can you believe it?" Gibby said excitedly as Tasha hugged Emma. "We're all gonna be grandparents together!"

"Yeah, well," Sam said, cringing slightly as that thought. "Freddie and I are going to make sure we're the favorite grandparents."

"Please," Freddie scoffed. "Like it's gonna be any contest."

"Um, excuse me, I have lotion," Gibby said. "I think we both know who the favorites will be."

"Yeah, the normal grandparents," Sam retorted. "AKA, us!"

"It's on you two!" Gibby said confidently. "Just you wait…"