Surfboard and Smile – Part 2
Hi, I just want to say a huge thank you to those who have commented, I really appreciate it! I went on a little writing spree last night due to the lack of Sam and Dylan on screen.
Chapter 2
As she was standing there, she spotted the corner of the picture sticking out. It was lying in a disregarded pile of ED documents as if it was nothing. She would recognise that photograph anywhere, it was the happiest day of her life and a day that she thought would be the beginning of her life with her husband. If someone had told her on that day 5 years later that she would be hiding the fact that she was married and the day would have caused Dylan so much embarrassment she would have thought twice about the vows that she made.
When the photo was pulled out in the middle of the ED she could hardly believe that one of her colleges could be so cold hearted to have sought out the image and then use it to humiliate both her and her husband. It was moments like that when she longed to be back in the safety of her army barracks, a stunt like that towards a Major would never be tolerated but within this department it seemed to be completely acceptable to mock someone in such a cruel way.
She took the photo from the pile of papers and couldn't help but pull it close to her chest and think about that day which had meant to much to her.
When he had first proposed to her it came as such a shock to her, Dylan had never seemed like the marrying sort and they had never discussed getting married before.
The day that it happened, it was after a particularly long shift in their previous ED and they decided to relax with a bottle of wine on the sofa in order to unwind. As she lay across his chest with his arms wrapped around her, he pressed light kisses onto her forehead as a means of comforting her.
There had been a major disaster scene which Sam had volunteered to attend, he had always called her his 'action girl' behind closed doors. Out at the scene there had been several casualties and even a few colleagues had been injured which had thrown Sam off her game which resulted in her putting herself into danger but had been lucky to avoid injury herself.
As Dylan had attempted to work through patient as a means of distraction the only thing which he could think of was her, Samantha being out at the scene alone, hurt and that was when he decided that he could never risk losing her again. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
When she was lying there beside him he just blurted it out that they should get married, make their relationship official. It wasn't a lavish proposal but in their relationship it was fitting and in Sam's eyes it was simply perfect. Her engagement ring was a simple vintage diamond set on a white gold and platinum, it had been a family heirlooms passed from his grandmother to his mother and onto the love of his life. When she left him that day she had tried to give the ring back to him but he had insisted that she should keep it as there would never be another woman who he would want to wear it.
The wedding ceremony was a family affair, in a church in the village where Sam had grown up. They had opted to keep it small, making the day special to them exactly what they wanted. Even Dervla had a part in the day, although if Dylan had his way the daft dog would have been his best man, instead he had to settle for the dog being in the majority of the photographs taken in the beautiful grounds of the church were the ceremony had taken place.
The vows which they recited to each other were traditional, as much as neither of them were keen on communicating they were both more than happy to say the words to each other. Each line was said from both of them with suck passion and it was the only time which Sam had ever saw him cry.
The young medic continued to grip the piece of paper as if her life depended on it. When she had said 'til death do us part' she truly meant it and could never imagine loving another person as much as she loved Dylan. She allowed her legs to go from underneath her and she slid to the floor, still leaning against the lockers, and allowed the tears to fall from her eyes. The one thing which was floating around her head was if she had just not went out that night, got drunk and ended up in bed with her Lieutenant Colonel then she would still be living on their house boat with Dervla and she would be perfectly happy.
Thank you for reading, place comment good or bad :) Part 3 will be updated tomorrow!
