"Mom finally found her wedding dress, Freddie!" Leah said excitedly as Sam, Carly and the twins entered the old Benson apartment.

"Really?" Freddie grinned.

"It's beautiful," Carly said, taking off her coat. "She looked stunning in it."

"Can't wait to see you in it then," Freddie said, getting up to give Sam a kiss.

Sam smiled, but as she turned to kick off her shoes, Freddie noticed something off about her.

"Whoa, cool!" Kira said, looking at Freddie's fencing equipment, which was still by the front door. "What is all this?"

"Oh, that's my fencing gear," Freddie explained. "Spencer came by and the two of us went to the gym and had a few matches."

"Fencing?" Leah frowned. "That weird sport with the swords?"

"That's the one," Freddie chuckled.

"I didn't know you fenced," Kira said.

"Oh yeah, him and my brother used to be obnoxious with that," Carly said, rolling her eyes.

"It's the only sport you were ever good at, baby," Sam said playfully.

"Is it hard?" Kira asked.

"Not once you get the hang of it," Freddie said. "If you want, when we get back to New York, I can teach you."

"Really?" Kira said. "Can you?"

"I want to too!" Leah said.

"Sure," Freddie nodded. "It will be fun."

He looked over at Sam and saw she was heading into the kitchen.

"I'll be right back," Freddie said. He followed his fiancé, hoping she was okay.

"Anything bothering you?" Freddie asked as Sam took a bottle of water from the fridge.

Sam didn't reply right away. She took a few sips of her drink first before opening her mouth.

"If you teach the girls to fence, make sure you don't get too competitive with Leah," Sam said, looking out the window. "She needs to watch her physical activity, remember? And Kira hates it when people let her win at things, so whatever you do, don't do that."

"Okay," Freddie said gently. "But…is that really all that's on your mind?"
Sam sighed as shook her head.

"Marshall's lawyer's office called me while we were out," she told Freddie. "A court date has already been set up about the custody arrangement."

"Are you-Are you serious?" Freddie frowned.

"If I don't show up, I'll just get put in contempt," Sam said. "So I can't get out of this…I guess I need to find my own lawyer. I have a few contacts from work I can try."

"When's the court date?" Freddie asked slowly.

"Day after New Years," Sam replied grimly. "Just about a month away…I know the law, though. He still can't have any contact with the twins, not unless he winds up getting awarded custody…which he won't. If he goes near them, he'll just get himself in trouble, which works for us. But he's too smart for that…"

Freddie didn't know what to say.

"Still," Sam said. "I don't want the twins to be by themselves at all in New York. I'll drive them to school and drop them off on my way to work, you'll pick them up. They aren't allowed to go out with their friends unless there's an adult there, okay?"

"Okay," Freddie nodded. "Are you going to talk to the girls, though?"

"I don't want to," Sam mumbled. "I try to keep him out of their lives as much as possible…but if it reaches a point…I know I'll have to. I just hope we don't get there."

"I hope we don't too," Freddie said, stepping over to her and wrapping his arms around her.

…

Sam, Freddie and the twins returned to New York about a week later. Now that Sam's dress was picked out and most of the other final plans had been made, the wedding seemed closer than ever.

"Okay girls, get to bed," Sam yawned as they entered their apartment. "You have school in the morning."

"I can't believe our plane got delayed four hours," Freddie said as Sam dropped her suitcase by the front door. "It's almost one in the morning now."

"I know, and I have to be at work in seven hours," Sam said.

"Er, Sam?" Freddie said as she started towards their bedroom.

"Yeah?"

"Um…not to sound controlling or anything," Freddie started. "But, um, don't you think maybe going back to your job as a cop where you run around with guns and criminals and all sorts of other chaos might be a little too, you know, dangerous with you being pregnant and all?"

Sam laughed and rolled her eyes. "Calm down, I'm obviously not gonna go back out into the field. I talked to my boss a few nights ago and I'm already assigned desk duty for my entire pregnancy."

"Oh," Freddie said. "Right, well, um, okay then. Sorry, I should've known you already handled it."

Sam smirked as she walked back over and kissed him. "You coming to bed?"

"In a little bit," Freddie replied. "I have some work I need to have in by the end of the week I should get started on."

"Okay, good night," Sam said.

"Night, love you," Freddie said.

Sam turned and headed to their bedroom, closing the door behind her. She kicked off her shoes as she pulled out her cell phone, quickly dialing.

"Hello?" said a voice on the other line.

"Hey, Caleb," Sam greeted her partner. "Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, Vivian and I decided to go out tonight and we're just getting back," Caleb replied. "So I'm guessing you finally made it home then?"

"Yeah, I just got back too," Sam said.

"Good," Caleb said. "Glad to have you back. I've been partnered with that transfer from robbery while you were gone and I can't stand the guy."

"Um, you may be with him a little while longer," Sam told him.

"What? You're not coming in tomorrow?"

"No, I am," Sam said. "But I'll be on desk duty for a long time. I'm sort of pregnant."

"Whoa! No way!" Caleb exclaimed. "Congratulations! Hey, tell Freddie I said the same."

"I will," Sam said. "But, um, there's something I really need to talk to you about. You remember Marshall?"

"Marshall?" Caleb said slowly. "You don't mean-Not the girls father?"

"Yes, him," Sam sighed. "He's been released."

"You're kidding," Caleb said heavily. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, it's Kira and Leah I'm worried about," Sam said quickly. "He's already filed to regain his custodial rights for them and I need to be in court right after New Years to make sure that doesn't happen. You know a bunch of lawyers, can you hook me up?"

"Y-Yeah, of course," Caleb said.

"Fine me the best one," Sam said. "Money's not a problem."

"Okay," Caleb assured her. "I'll have a number for you by the morning."

"Thanks," Sam said. "I owe you one."