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He relaxed into the warm comforts of his bed on the chilli Christmas Eve as his wife drew lazy patterns on his bare stomach. There wasn't anything else to do. He was too tired to do anything anyway. Not that he would do anything. The holidays was the one thing that he use to love, mainly because the team would put aside whatever it was that was happening in their personal lives that seem to conflict and mess with othes and just, have fun. He missed them. All of them.
"An hour to Christmas Marty," his wife whispered sweetly in his ear dropping soft kisses along his jaw as she continued the patterns she was drawing on her stomach trying to relax him.
Martin smiled weakly pulling her closer to him for comfort dropping a gentle kiss on her temple as he looked up onto the ceiling wonder what his friends in New York were up to at that very moment. He knew for certain they wouldn't be missing him; they all hated him for what he did to her. But what was he to do? He promised to love this person forever and it was set on paper. The other woman, he just promised with his heart.
"Excuse me miss, do you need help?" Samantha asked spotting a brunnette woman scanning the bullpen evidently lost.
"Yes, I'm looking for a Martin Fitzgerald, he's in the Missing Person's Unit."
"Martin? Oh, he's out in the field."
"Do you know when he'll be back? I really need to talk to him."
Samantha scanned the woman intently. What was it that was so important that this woman had to come down ehre to talk to Martin. Her Martin. "I can leave a message for him if you'd like. He's in a stake out and won't be back for another three hours. "
"Oh, well then if it's okay, could you tell him that I need to talk to him and it's urgent? Here's my card. Just… give it to him okay?"
"Alright," Samantha said sticking her hang out reaching for the busness card that the woman had offered for her to give Martin. Reading the information stated she got curious. "Are you his cousin?"
"Oh no, I'm Jessica Fitzgerald, his wife."
" Alright, I'll be sure to tell him that you stopped by."
"Well thank you Agent… uhm…" "Spade. Agent Spade." "Thank you Agent Spade," she said as she left the bullpen Samantha in a state of denail. How could Martin have a wife? How could he not tell her? So Many things were running in her mind that she didn't know what the hell she should do now.
He remember her reaction clearly when he told her that he was choosing Jessica. Actually, he remembered everyone's reaction when he announced that he was moving to Chicago for Jessica had landed a job at the firm Maria also works in. He couldn't really run form the past, at least not completely. But even Maria seemed to know what he had done to Samantha.
"You still with me baby?"
"Yeah sorry, I was just thinking."
NEW YORK
"You know Danny, Christmas Eve is never the same without your spicy food?" Sam asked Danny, they were all in Viv's house celebrating Christmas Eve together with Viv's family. Danny cooked something very spicy that Reggie refused to eat since it was worse than eating one bag of Hot Cheetos Vivian cooked up the rest of the meal with Sam's help who really wasn't helping a lot since she got nauseous with the scent of more things than she would like...
"Ugh, I think I'm getting nauseous! I should just..." Sam cussed under her breath hoping that Vivian didn't hear her say that she wasn't feeling good in the kitchen. Viv smiled hearing Sam say that, she remembered her pregnancy days when she was pregnant with Reggie.
"You should just step out of the kitchen and help Reggie arrange the gift over at the Christmas Tree since you like that scent so much, it'll do good for you and the baby," Vivian suggested. Sam just nodded. There wasn't a point in arguing with Vivian especially when he feet are killing her and energy is begin drained from her body every second that she gets it back...
"Sam, you shouldn't be eating a lot of those, I remember when Viv here was pregnant, she got rid of Reggie by eating spicy food," Marcus commented as Sam chewed down the Mexican food.
"Sam, I think you're water broke," Elena commented looking at her feet being all wet. She sat next to Sam with Gracie. They all looked at Sam who suddenly had a pained expression on her face, she was going through labor...
CHICAGO
"You know, I never got to give you your present," Jessica whispered to Martin seductively, Martin swallowed his Adam's apple not wanting to 'make love' to the woman that he doesn't love.
"You're right, you didn't," Martin said. That line was rehearsed over and over again since he moved with his wife six months prior. Every month, Jessica would say that and every time, the only reply that Martin thought the answer would be was 'you're right you didn't' of course, it brought back memories...
"You know Marty, I never gotten my gift from you and it's my birthday," Sam whispered seductively into Martin's ear. It was the night after the Chelsea case, although they were exhausted with the case, Sam's birthday was nights before and they got interrupted by work like they always do.
"You're right, you haven't," Martin replied getting pulled into a passionate kiss from Sam that lasted what felt like minutes to them so they came up for air.
"Can I get it now?" Sam asked nibbling at his ear. Martin smiled and pinned Sam on the bed. She laughed uncontrollably as Martin tickled her while keeping her guarded on the bed and can't fight back.
"You have to earn it Agent Spade," Martin said tickling her furthermore...
"You want to snoop at the bottom of the tree or you want me to get it for you?" Jessica asked Martin sitting up. Martin sighed. He needed time alone to think about what he was doing with his life.
"You go get it for me while and get yours too," Martin told her kissing her temple and looking up at the ceiling once again, thinking of her...
NEW YORK
"Sam, you are going to be okay, just breath in and out, relax," Elena said making Sam copy her breathing controlled in and out. Sam shook her head after trying it several times.
"Sam, we went to all those 'pregnant women' classes and you still haven't learn to relax?" Danny asked her with a little humor but was met by a glare from all three woman.
"You don't want to go there, trust me," Marcus whispered to Danny taking him out of the delivery room. Sam has dilated 10cm which was enough for her to give birth with...
"I can't do it," Sam cried and shrieked, whatever she was going through hurt as much—or even more than her body hurt when she was shot. This was really painful. And now she knew why her mother hated her so much.
"What are you talking about Sam? You can do it!" Elena said not knowing how else to cheer Sam. She looked at Vivian. She knew Sam longer and would think of something to cheer her up and lift her spirits.
"Imagine that I'm Martin," Vivian whispered to her. The tears stopped running down Sam's face and there was a pause where she looked at Vivian and just nodded her head. Elena looked at Viv for more answers, she didn't know about the long story. She only knew the cliff notes version of everything.
"I can do that," Sam whispered...
A million shrieks and five minutes later, Sam gave birth to a beautiful baby.
"Looks like God gave you the best present we could ever give you Sam," Viv whispered to her as Elena carried the little baby in her arms making her laugh and Gracie hugging Sam's lower part.
"The baby was better when he was in there," Gracie pointed at Sam's stomach as the baby gave out a shriek . All of them got out of the room knowing what was going to happen next—breast feeding...
Sam looked down at the little baby as it yawned. Her daughter was sleepy now. Sam kissed her daughter's forehead.
"Merry Christmas kid, I promise to try not to screw up your life more than I should have to," Sam said smiling at the baby who opened it's eyes revealing a familiar blue color looking up at her. Sam looked down in woe that Martin wouldn't get to see her.
"I promise that even though you won't get love from you Daddy, we are all here to give you what he would and more," Sam said, yawning herself. She was sleepy from all of what she went through today...
CHICAGO.
Martin laid on his bed beside his wife sleeping exhausted from what they did. Martin was staring sideways at his badge, or rather at the hidden photo behind his badge.
"I hope you're having a Merry Christmas Sam, because I'm not having one without you," Martin whispered in the air hoping that Sam would somehow hear it...
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