Resolution
"This going to be so much fun!" Carly grinned as she pulled a few DVDs out of her bag. "Just the three of us hanging out, relaxing, just like the old days."
"Yup, all the kids living on their own; we have the place to ourselves," Sam said. "I'm gonna order a pizza, what do you want?"
"Oh, no pizza for me," Carly said. "My New Years resolution was to eat healthier, so I'm cutting out junk food."
"Carls," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "There's no such thing as a 'healthy' relaxing night in."
"Ugh, fine," Carly said. "Get me pepperoni."
"That's my girl," Sam said. "Yo nub, what do you want on your pizza?"
"Pepperoni's fine," Freddie replied as he entered the room. "Did you girls pick a movie yet?"
"I brought a good variety this time," Carly said, handing him the pile of DVDs she had brought. "I've got comedy, romantic comedy, plain romance, tragic romance-"
"Put in the comedy," Sam said at once. "I'm not sitting through another movie where the characters just spend the whole time talking about how 'lovely their love is'."
Just then, the front door of the Benson's home opened up, and Sam and Freddie's grown daughter, Emma, walked in.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Freddie asked.
"Just stopping by," Emma replied. "What are you all doing?"
"Watching a movie," Sam said. "If you wanna wait twenty minutes, we just ordered pizzas."
"Eh, can't," Emma said. "I have a date with Quincy, and I'm gonna assume I'm gonna get food on it. I don't really know where we're going."
"He didn't tell you?" Carly asked.
"Nah, he said he wanted tonight to be some special surprise, or some chiz like that," Emma shrugged. "So that's why I came over here. Mom, can I borrow that gold locket you have? It would look good with this dress."
"Um yeah, sure," Sam nodded. "It's on my dresser."
"Thanks," Emma said as she hurried upstairs.
"Hey," Freddie said softly to Sam. "She's going on a special date with Quincy? Think tonight's gonna be the night he-"
"Holy crab, that's right!" Sam exclaimed. "It has to be! Oh my God!"
"What?" Carly asked.
"Okay, Carls, we'll tell you," Sam said. "But you have to act calm and cool, okay? Emma can't know yet."
"Alright, alright, what?" Carly demanded. "Tell me!"
"Quincy's gonna propose to Emma," Freddie grinned.
"What?" Carly exclaimed.
"Shhh!" Sam hissed. "Quiet!"
"Oh my God!" Carly whispered excitedly. "This is so huge! But wait, how do you know?"
"A couple weeks ago, Quincy came over and asked Freddie for permission to ask her," Sam explained.
"Aw! That's so romantic!" Carly smiled.
"Just don't give anything away when Emma comes back down," Freddie said. "We don't want to ruin the surprise."
"Don't worry, I'll be totally cool," Carly said.
"Okay, well, I'm out of here," Emma said, returning back downstairs wearing the necklace she just borrowed from her mother. "I'll see you later."
"Bye, have fun tonight," Sam said to her.
"Yeah, and, you know, we'll probably be up for awhile here," Carly said. "So you know, if you wanna come back here after your date and give us some…details, that'd be great."
"What?" Emma frowned as Sam elbowed Carly in the ribs.
"Nothing," Freddie said quickly. "Have a good time sweetie."
"Way to almost give it away, Carls," Sam said once Emma had left.
"I can't help it, okay?" Carly grinned. "Your daughter's getting married! To Gibby's son! I can't wait to start all the wedding preparations. I mean, she will let me help with that, right? Oh, now I'm too excited, I need some diet soda."
"So," Freddie said to Sam as Carly ran off into the kitchen. "This is then…our baby's gonna get married."
"Yup," Sam smiled. "She is."
…
It was close to one later that evening, and Sam, Freddie and Carly were still sitting in the Benson's living room.
"Emma's been out for almost seven hours," Carly mumbled as she handed Sam a fake hundred dollar bill from landing on her property in the game they were playing.
"Chill, Carls," Sam said. "You're freaking out about this more than Fredpus and I are."
"Maybe they'll tell us tomorrow," Freddie suggested, rolling the dice and moving his race car piece.
"But I want to hear the news now," Carly pouted.
"Poor Clarissa when she gets engaged," Sam chuckled. "Carly's gonna want to be right there with her when it happens."
"Ha, ha," Carly said dryly.
"You don't think Quincy chickened out?" Freddie asked. "Or-Or Emma said no do you?"
"No!" Carly gasped.
"Oh come on," Sam said, rolling her eyes. "Just because Emma hasn't run back here yet to tell us Quincy proposed to her and they're gonna get married doesn't mean it didn't happen. I mean when we got proposed to, Carls, we didn't run home and tell our parents, did we?"
"No," Carly admitted. "I guess that's true. I mean after most people get engaged, they go somewhere close by and romantic and-"
"Ahem!" Freddie said loudly.
"Hug," Sam finished for her. "They hug."
"Well, either way," Freddie yawned. "It's getting pretty late, and I'm exhausted, so I think I'm-"
But just then the front door slammed open and Emma came running in.
"You guys!" she said excitedly. "Good, you're all still up. Guess what?"
"What?" Sam asked, smiling as she noticed that her daughter had one hand in her jacket.
Emma pulled out the hand she had been hiding, revealing a sparkling engagement ring. "Quincy proposed," she smiled.
"No way!" Sam exclaimed, pulling Emma into a hug. "Congratulations, sweetheart. I'm so happy for you."
"So am I," Freddie said, hugging his daughter as well. "Quincy's a really lucky guy."
"So…now I'm allowed to freak out, right?" Carly asked.
"Sure, Carls," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"Thank you," Carly said. "Oh my God! Emma! This is huge! You're getting married!"
"I know," Emma laughed.
"Hey, where's Quincy?" Sam asked.
"He's waiting for me over at Ashton and Clarissa's apartment," Emma replied. "We went over there first to tell them the news, since the beach where he proposed was only ten minutes from them. I'm heading back over there now and we're all going out to celebrate, but I just wanted to come over here and tell you guys the news first."
"Well thanks," Freddie said, kissing the top of her head. "But don't keep the others waiting."
"Tomorrow your dad and I will take the two of you out for dinner," Sam told her.
"And I'll drop off some bridal catalogues for you," Carly said.
"Thanks," Emma grinned. "I'll see you all tomorrow then, I guess."
"Bye, Em," Sam replied as Emma hurried out of the house again.
"Oh, you guys, you must be so proud," Carly said, turning to Sam and Freddie.
"Yeah," Freddie smiled. "We are."
