This is a mini chapter just to tie things up at the end.
incidentally, youguys may be interested to learn more about the flowers mentioned throughout this story - especially lilac. Suffice to say, it's not a coincidence that lilac was the flower of choice in this scenario.
Hope you enjoyed!
It was spring once again, and as he enjoyed his morning cop of earl grey, Foyle was surprised by a loud, familiar knock at the door. It sounded urgent.
'Sam, what's wrong?' he asked after rushing to the door.
Sam's face was flushed and she seemed out of breath, but her grin seemed even wider than usual this morning.
'Mr Foyle – I'm sorry to startle you – but I think you should come see what's happened in the garden." She was breathing so heavily at intervals that he wondered if she had run here.
'Now?' he asked dubiously. Her smile faded a little, and he immediately regretted these words.
'No, of course, I didn't mean-'
'Alright, Sam, let's go then,' he said, grabbing his hat and jacket and closing the door behind him. The smile returned to her lips, and they quickly climbed into the Wolseley.
'I take it something good's happened?' Foyle asked, trying to hide his amusement as he followed Sam's bubbly lead through the kitchen and into the yard.
'You'll never believe it, sir!' she chirped as she held the door open for him.
Then walked out to the flowerbed, where Sam gestured triumphantly toward a small, cone-shaped cluster of flowers on the lilac bush.
'Isn't is wonderful, sir?' she chimed.
Foyle was shocked, and soon he was smiling almost as widely as she.
'That's wonderful, Sam,' he said. 'I knew you could do it. It seems to be thriving.'
'It's grown a whole foot since New Years,' she said, happily. 'I was so worried about it, though. I couldn't have forgiven myself if I'd killed your lilacs.'
Foyle rested a hand on her arm reassuringly.
'Sam, this is your lilac now, not mine. I'm glad to see it's being cooperative.'
Sam lowered her gaze back to the shrub, and ran her arm through his. His smile deepened slightly, and he rested his hand over hers. As he turned to look at her, he was taken in by her expression - it was one of utter bliss. He then rested a gentle kiss on her cheek, and rested his forehead against her.
'Congratulations, Sam,' he said softly.
Sam's heart beat slightly faster, yet she was completed and totally at ease.
'Thank you, sir,' she murmured in response.
She couldn't stop smiling.
