Prompt: Are you still taking ficlet requests? Andy is very pregnant with the twins and as she and Sam are buckling Bella & Noah in for a road trip, they realize that the truck is no longer going to work for them? I'm not sure who will be the saddest.

After Sam and Andy have both kids loaded into the truck, ready to head out to another of Bella's soccer games, Andy waits to open her door as a realization dawns on her. Sam notices that his wife has come to a full stop, and her hand on her passenger side door, preventing him from helping her in next.

"Andy... are you okay?" He says, placing one hand on her shoulder and the other on her very, very swollen stomach, fearing that there's something wrong with the twins.

"No, no I'm fine." She smiles waving his hand off of her stomach, assuring him the babies are fine.

She sighs, staring at the truck that has carted their family around for years. That he had long before they barreled into his life. But they'd made so many memories.

Their first camping trip to North Bay, all their sing along's on weekend road trips, Noah's big jam incident of 2016. The way Bella and Noah would fight over the seat behind Sam and share looks and smiles in the rearview mirror...

Andy feels the tears welling up in her eyes, and she rubs her stomach, of course still excited about the additions to the family, just unprepared for the changes.

She sniffles, and wipes the mess of makeup bellow her eyes, and Sam doesn't ask her what's wrong just yet, he just rubs her back, trying to help her calm down a little. It's really just the hormones. With the twins, he's had to be twice as careful with certain topics, but having been through it twice before, he had navigated around the landmines pretty well.

"You sure you're okay?" He asks.

She shakes her head no, but is getting more and more choked up, no matter how hard she tries to tell herself it's okay.

"Sweetheart, do you need to stay home? Get a little rest?" He asks, rubbing the typically sore spot on her back.

"No! I don't need rest! I wanna watch my girl kick ass!" She says, offended... but unclear on why. "I just... The truck."

She says it like he's immediately supposed to understand, so when she notices the vacant look in his eyes, she gets a little exasperated.

"We have to get an SUV or something, and we're not gonna have the truck anymore." She cries, finally falling apart the last little bit.

Sam puts an arm around her and waits to see if she really needs a hug or if she doesn't want to be touched right now. When she lets her head fall onto his shoulder, he wraps his arms around her one hand still on her back and the other smoothing over her hair.

"Andy, it's going to be okay." He whispers, taking a look into the truck to see Noah and Bella having an animated discussion. "It's just a truck."

"No it's not." She wails a little, slipping her arms around his waist now, big belly causing a bit of discomfort in their hold.

He checks his watch behind Andy and thinks they can spare a minute more. And then after about thirty seconds later, she tells him the hug is putting pressure on her bladder, and he pulls away, still rubbing her arms on either side.

She pulls her bottom lip behind her teeth and furrows her brow staring at the door again, and then back to her husband.

"Please don't get a mini van."