Weird
"Aw, Emma, she's adorable!" Ashton cooed, looking down at her new niece.
"Duh, she is," Emma said.
"She looks just like you," Clarissa grinned. "Except for her eyes; she has Quincy's eyes."
"Yeah, that's true," Carly agreed, looking down at the baby. "And speaking of Quincy, where is he?"
"He went to go get Tasha and Gib," Sam said, holding the baby in her arms. "Their car broke down after Gibby tried to change the motor oil himself, and would up filling it with shoe polish."
"And where's dad?" Ashton asked. "He's missing seeing his granddaughter for the first time!"
"He said he's getting off from work as soon as he can, so he's probably on his way home now," Sam said.
"Well can I at least hold my niece, mom?" Ashton asked. "You've been hogging her for the entire hour she's been here."
"Fine," Sam mumbled, handing the infant over.
"I think she's hungry," Emma said. "I'll go make her a bottle."
"Nah, sit," Sam said, getting to her feet. "I'll do it."
"I'll help," Carly said.
The two headed into the kitchen.
"So," Carly said. "Is it weird, being a grandma and all? You feel different?"
"I feel old," Sam muttered.
"You're not even fifty," Carly said, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, I know, but I bet when Clarissa has her first kid, you'll feel the same way," Sam smirked.
"Probably," Carly sighed. "But she just broke up with her perfectly good boyfriend last week, so who knows when I'm gonna get grandkids."
"She's only twenty three!"
"Not the point," Carly said. "The point is-"
"Hey, are they here?" Freddie asked, hurrying into the kitchen from the back door.
"Yeah, they just got here an hour ago," Sam said, giving him a quick kiss as she screwed the top on the bottle of formula she just made. "Come on, you've got to see our granddaughter, Fredlump."
She led Freddie back into the living room.
"Hi dad!" Emma said, giving her father a hug.
"Hey, Em," Freddie smiled, kissing the top of her head. "I'm so glad you're here! I've missed you so much."
"And here's your granddaughter," Emma smiled, taking her daughter from Ashton. "Say hello to Savannah Michelle Gibson."
"Hi Savannah," Freddie smiled down at the newborn. "I'm your grandpa."
"Isn't she so cute and tiny?" Sam said, handing her husband the bottle so he could feed her.
"Yeah…she's perfect," Freddie nodded. "I forgot how tiny they are when they're only three weeks old…of course if someone would consider moving back to Seattle, I would've seen her when she was even tinnier. I'm telling you, Em, the housing market here is really booming, much better than stupid old Oregon's. You and Quincy could find a place here in no time."
"Dad, we're not moving back to Seattle," Emma said, rolling her eyes.
"Well I can dream, can't I?" Freddie sighed.
"So Clarissa," Carly said, taking a quick pic of Freddie and Savannah on her Pearphone. "Just a rough estimate…when can I be expecting my first grandkid?"
"Ugh! This again?" Clarissa moaned. "For the millionth time, mom, you'll get grandkids when I'm good and ready!"
"But can't you just-"
Just then the front door of the Benson house opened, and Quincy walked in, along with Tasha and Gibby.
"Alright! Let's see this grandkid!" Gibby said.
"Dad, not so loud, you'll scare her," Quincy said.
"Wow, look at her!" Gibby said, sitting down next to Freddie on the couch.
"I know, right," Freddie nodded. "She's really something, isn't she?"
"And she's ours," Gibby grinned, putting an arm around Freddie.
"Um…let's-let's not say that ever again," Freddie frowned, shrugging Gibby's hand off him. "Hey, you and Tasha want to hold her?"
"Yeah we do!" Tasha grinned.
"Yeah, come on little Savannah," Gibby said, taking the baby from Freddie. "Come over and meet your favorite grandparents."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Sam said. "What makes you think you guys are her favorite grandparents?"
"Please," Gibby scoffed.
"Um, you can 'please' all you want," Freddie said. "There is no way you are the favorite grandparents. That title would belong to us."
"Shoosh yeah, baby," Sam said, high-fiving her husband.
"Oh my God," Carly said, shaking her head.
"Well we happened to bring her an awesome present," Gibby said triumphantly. "Show them, Tasha!"
"Here you go, Savannah!" Tasha smiled, pulling a bright pink teddy bear out of her bag. "Isn't it pretty? Just like you, sweetheart!"
"Aw, isn't that cute," Sam said. "Too bad it's gonna look like nothing next to our present. Fredward! Bring it out!"
"On it," Freddie said, hurrying over to the closet underneath the stairs, where he lugged out a huge stuffed purple puppy that was half his size.
"Whoa, that's a big puppy," Ashton said.
"Um, guys, this-this is getting out of hand," Quincy said. "Savannah doesn't have any favorite-"
"What are you doing?" Emma hissed, covering his mouth quickly. "You realize how much stuff we can probably get out of the four of them during this little feud."
"Smart," Clarissa grinned.
"You know," Carly said to her daughter. "You won't even have to have any crazy fights like this for me to spoil any grandkid that I-"
"Mom! Enough!"
"Well," Gibby said, glaring at the giant puppy. "When-When you get older, Savannah, grandpa Gibby will be able to hook you up with as much liquid soap as you want from my connections…think about it. Any scent, any color…all yours!"
"What kid wants liquid soap?" Sam snapped.
"Yeah," Freddie agreed. "Savannah, we both know that when you're older, what you're really gonna want is technology. And since your grandpa Freddie works for the Pear Company, he can get you the latest Pearphones, Pearpads, Pearbooks and other Pear accessories. And since your grandma Sam works for a T.V. company, she can get you to meet all sorts of celebrities."
"Yeah, beat that!" Sam said to Gibby and Tasha.
"Well…grandma Tasha works for a modeling agency!" Gibby said. "So she can make you a famous model!"
"Um, dad, I don't think we really want our daughter to be a model," Quincy frowned.
"Well you don't have a say in this!" Gibby snapped.
"Okay!" Carly said loudly. "You guys don't need to fight over who Savannah's favorite grandparents are. First of all, she's three weeks old; she probably doesn't even know who you guys are! All she knows right now is that there are four crazy people yelling around her! And second, even when she does get a little older, she's still not going to have any favorites. She's going to love all four of you guys equally. Now Jason and Tyler and Kirby and Huey will be here in a few hours to see their niece, and you guys can enjoy having your whole families together to celebrate the beautiful new addition that Emma and Quincy have brought to you. You don't want to be worrying about who can out-grandparent each other during that, do you?"
The four were silent for a moment.
"What time are Tyler and Jason getting in?" Freddie asked Sam.
"Four," Sam replied. "Which means…"
"We have enough time to run to Baby Empire and buy out the toy section!" Freddie said.
"Not if we get there first!" Gibby said, jumping to his feet, handing Savannah to Quincy.
"Did you not hear a word I just said?" Carly exclaimed.
"You got the credit cards?" Sam asked, grabbing her purse.
"Yup, let's move!" Freddie said.
"I think I kind of like this," Emma smiled. "It's pretty entertaining."
"Yes, why would you want a peaceful family dynamic," Quincy said, rolling his eyes.
"You knew what you were marrying in to, Quince," Ashton laughed.
"Yeah, we really couldn't expect anything less," Carly sighed, shaking her head. She turned back to Clarissa. "Seriously, can I at least set you up with my dentist's son? He's cute and-"
"Mom!"
