“Uh- I- like… like the wedding?” he asked, confused. “Because they want us to move back to Philly and that is definitely not happening. We have to keep working on them to come out here. The winters are so much better.”

She giggled, higher pitched and more girlish than normal. Which was also confusing.

“No, like everything, everything.”

And then it hit him. Because it wasn’t like they hadn’t been trying. She’d been off the pill for six months after they both decided that being parents would complete the happiness that they’d found in each other. She’d always said she didn’t know if she wanted kids, but half a year ago, when he’d asked her again, he was surprised to find that her face softened and she got this far away look in her eyes, and she said that maybe, just maybe, she could imagine herself as a mom.

“Syd… really? Because if you’re not, you shouldn’t make jokes like that. I might have to hand you my man-card, because seriously, I feel like I’m going to faint here.”

She nodded, her smile faltering. “You’re happy, right?”

“Happy?” he laughed, astounded. “Are you serious right now? I’m happier than my mom will be, and I’m sure she’s going to do a triple backflip when we tell her.”

“Just a triple?”

They stared at each other for a second longer, letting the shock sink in, and then he scooped her up in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist and he kissed her breathless.

After he came up for air, panting, a huge dorky grin splitting his face no doubt, he glanced from the woman he loved most in the whole world to her suitcase on the bed. “You know, if you take half that stuff, we’ll make it through the airport in double the time, which means that we might have time for five minutes of pre-marital bliss…”

She snorted, but her eyes trailed to her suitcase. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. There is seriously no science backing that up.”

He arched a brow. “No?”

She hesitated. Looked at the suitcase again. Looked back at him. Her hands came up to cup his face and her eyes darkened with hunger. “Yeah- on second thought, I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. I don’t need half that stuff anyway.”

She dragged his face back to hers and kissed him hungrily and he kissed her back. Their life wasn’t perfect but… actually, no. Their life, problems and all, the occasional fight they had, the morning breath, the growing pains… all of it was pretty damn perfect.

“Did I ever tell you that I love you, Mr. Samson?”

“I think so. Maybe a couple of times. I can’t wait to tell you that I love you. As Mrs. Samson.”

And it was all about to get that much better.

Because she’d picked him, and he picked her. Right from the start. It had taken them a while to get on the right track, but he’d keep picking her and she’d keep picking him right until the end.

The End

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