Wow, haven't written a Seddie oneshot in a while...haha. I was watching 'iSpace Out' whne this idea come to mind. That mysterious little girl looks SO much like Sam...

Anyway, this is just a weird little oneshot. Not my best work. Hope you like it anyway.

"The Talk"

"Mommy? Daddy?"

Jennette Layla Benson waited patiently for her parents to answer. They were on their way to Uncle Gibby's and Auntie Carly's new house.

"Yeah, Jenn?"

"How was I made?"

Fredward Benson clutched the steering wheel tightly in shock, while his wife, Samantha, chortled in laughter. He was certainly not expecting this for quite some time.

"Uh," Freddie hesitated, his voice high. "Why do you ask, honey?"

"Well, Colin from school told our whole class that he had a new baby sister, so I asked him how he got her, but he didn't know!"

Sam looked at her husband, a wide smirk plastered on her face. "Well, Freddifer? How did we make Jennette? "

"Um… uh…" Freddie panicked, barely able to concentrate on the road. "A big bird called a stork came and brought you to us!" he finally answered. Both his wife and daughter looked at him in disbelief.

"Daddy," Jennette sighed, "Don't tell me the stork story! Ms. Martha told me that, but I know that it's not true!"

Freddie smiled sheepishly as his wife also shot him a reproachful glare.

"STORK? That was the best you could do, you nub? And turn left there…" she scolded, pointing ahead.

"What? I panicked!" he replied, turning on his blinker. "I wasn't expecting her to ask us that till she was seven!"

"Well, she's asking us now, so why don't we – I don't know- TELL HER?" She asked, glancing at the GPS as her husband took a sharp left onto the Gibson's private property. "She's a Puckett- she'll be able to handle the explicit details!"

"Yeah, but she's also a Benson!" he retaliated. "And my mom didn't give me the talk till the middle of 8th grade!"

"That sure explains a lot."

Freddie shot the blonde a pointed glare, and she laughed. "Oh, relax. I'm just kidding, honey. You are very good in bed, don't you worry."

"SAM! Jennette can hear you!"

Rolling her eyes, Sam turned around in her seat to face her daughter, who was watching them with wide eyes.

"Mommy, how was I really made?"

"Well, sweetie, when a man and woman love each other very much-"

"OH HEY, LOOK! WE'RE HERE!" Freddie interrupted, knowing that, judging from his wife's expression, he would pay for cutting her off.

Getting fed up with her parent's constant fighting, Jennette cut her mother off just as the car pulled up to her aunt and uncle's driveway and her father cut the engine. "You know what, Mommy and Daddy? Just forget it. If you didn't know, all you had to do was tell me!"

Sam and Freddie stared at their child in disbelief as she unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car. They watched her skip over to the door and ring the doorbell. The brunette turned to face his wife, shock etched onto his face.

"…Did that really just happen?"

Sam nodded her head proudly. "She's just like her momma…"

He sighed. "That's what I was afraid of… kidding!" he added, seeing the fire in her eyes. "…I love you?"

She scoffed. "Uh huh… you better."

Freddie chuckled, and soon Sam joined him. They continued to laugh until they heard their daughter's voice echo from the doorway of their friend's new house.

"Auntie Carly? Uncle Gibby? How was I made?"

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