Chapter 2

"Morning, Princess," Freddie yawned. Sam and Freddie Benson were laying in their California king size bed.

"Good morning to you too, nub," Sam said. "So, Spencer's refusing to spill too?"

"Yup, called last night and he wouldn't let out a peep," Freddie sighed. "Didn't even bother to try Colonel Shay after I heard that."

"Well, hopefully she comes around soon. I don't really blame her, but it doesn't feel right being left in the dark," Sam said. "Do you think she's still jealous that we're filthy rich?"

"I would be, and of course you would actually say that we're 'filthy rich'," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"Well, we are!" Sam retorted.

"If we had actually worked for our wealth, then she probably would be much less jealous about it, and we're not sure she is at all," Freddie realized.

"No offense to Carly, but tough noodles! It was just luck of the draw!" Sam said. "Besides, it has had some other good results besides all the extras. Jonah, Rodney, and Norm can't touch us now!"

"Yeah, I heard that they're still doing alright in there though," Freddie said. "Let's just hope that no new evil plans are being thought of."

"Speaking of that, when are we gonna tell the kids about the kidnapping?" Sam whispered.

"I think we should still wait a couple more years, Sam," Freddie suggested. "We'll have to choose a random date."

Just then, Sam and Freddie began to hear techno music coming from another room.

"There's Gladys listening to her nerdy stuff again!" Sam moaned, but chuckled.

"Sam, we figured out that she has the most of my genetics a long time ago," Freddie said.

"I know, I know. It's kinda cute, actually," Sam admitted.

"Forget about your morning threat for me to make you bacon?" Freddie asked. "I'm very glad you still think my nerdiness is cute."

"Mama never forgets. And don't tell anyone what I said about your nubbiness!" Sam said, finally rising from the bed and walking to the bathroom.

Freddie started to say something, but shook his head as he got up. He noticed Sam's phone vibrating. She was getting a text from Carly.

Carly: Meet me at the Groovy Smoothie!

Sam: This is Freddie. Be there in 20.

Carly: Great. We need to talk.

"SAM!" Freddie shouted.

"What, Freddork? I'm not in the mood for taking a shower together!" Sam shouted back.

"We need to meet Carly at the Groovy Smoothie!" Freddie said. "Hurry up!"

Sam didn't even have to question Freddie about why they were going to the Groovy Smoothie to talk to Carly. She immediately turned the water off, threw on one of Freddie's T-shirts and a pair of shorts, and some sneakers.

"Ready?" Freddie asked.

"Do I look like I'm ready?" Sam asked.

"Yes you do, because you're Sam. My Sam." Freddie smiled.

"Oh shut up, Fredward," Sam grinned as she called Melanie to ask her to babysit.

"Alright, Carls," Sam said. "Let's hear it."

"Well, Gibby told Tasha that they could remain friends, but made it clear that he's staying with me. She apologized for crashing our wedding. She got a little annoyed when he told her that she couldn't be a bridesmaid at the new wedding."

"So, it's all fixed?" Sam wanted to clarify.

"Yup, we're back to normal. We were wondering-" Carly started.

"-if we would pay for the new wedding?" Freddie finished.

"Uh...yeah," Carly mumbled.

"Sam and I talked about this earlier today. We aren't saying you are, but if you're jealous of our lives, please don't be. It was just luck. Paying for a wedding is a big favor, Carls," Freddie said.

"Even if we're still making money in addition to what we won, we still have to keep track of our financial stuff, though Fredwart does most of that. Plus, the house, Freddie's work position, and my ability to work from home are all extras, Carls. We were very grateful that the cash could help the triplets grow up. That was the most important part."

"H-how'd you know?" Carly stammered.

"You've been ever so slightly more distant from us since we won the lottery the second time. The way you acted around us changed when we won first," Freddie explained.

"Is that why you left me out of the whole kidnapping ordeal?" Carly questioned.

"That's the reason," Sam said.

"Yeah, we'll get back to you on the wedding. When's the date?" Freddie inquired.

"It's in six days," Carly asked. "Please give it some thought, guys. I've got to pick out a new dress. I'll be on the lookout."

"Later, Carls," Sam said as Carly exited the Groovy Smoothie.

"I'd say that went pretty well," Freddie began.

"I was waiting for you to say that, since you didn't say shit on the way back," Sam said.

"A geek has to think!" Freddie indignantly said. "Did you pay Mel yet?"

"Once again, she tried to stop me from giving her money, but I insisted," Sam admitted. "At least she's not being like Carly is."

"Yeah, she's done a lot for us over the years since she came back to Seattle," Freddie said.

"Freddie, would you rather pay for Carly's wedding or Melanie's wedding?" Sam questioned. "I'd probably pay for Mel's wedding without giving a thought about it."

"We still have to be nice to Carly though. She's been there during all the bad times in our relationship, even though there were few of them," Freddie said.

"I get that, Fredward. Let's go play with our kids, shall we?" Sam said, grabbing her husband's arm.