Hey guys. So, I meant to say this a few chapters ago, but kept on forgetting. As of October 10, this year, Hold Your Hand is now one year old! I can't believe how much this story has progressed! This story is like my baby; I started it over a year ago, watched it grow, and now, here we are, with a combined total of fifty four chapters! Yay!
I can not stress enough how thankful I am for your wonderful reviews, Favorites, Alerts, and kind words on twitter; I would have never gotten this far, if it wasn't for you; you guys are my inspiration to write. This story still has a long way to go though, and i'm so excited for you guys to see what I have in store for Sam, Rachel, Olivia and Harmony :).
Warning: this chapter is rated M for sex, and strong language.
Now on to chapter fourteen
Hold Your Hand: Part Two
Chapter Fourteen
Rachel woke up, the next morning, to the feeling of ample lips lightly pressing against her nose, and a hushed, "good morning," into her ear.
"Good morning," she whispered back, snuggling into her husband's bare chest, "you know…" she giggled as she ran her hand over the comforter, "I've never slept under a Star Wars comforter, before."
"You just love to make fun of me, don't you?" he sighed and shook his head, "Nga tsa'u nga yawne lu oer."
"You're such a dork," she smiled and kissed his chest, right above his heart, "but you're right; I am lucky that you love me; to be in a relationship that not only means the world to me, but to the other person as well; to be honest," she gently pushed the blonde bangs out of his emerald green eyes, "you are the only man that has ever reciprocated my love."
"You deserve to be loved, Rae; not just by anyone, but by someone who is able to treat you right."
"Which is why I have you," she leaned up and pressed her lips against his, "so…" she murmured, her finger gently playing with one of his three chest hairs, "what are we doing, today?"
"Well," Sam began to absentmindedly run the pads of his guitar calloused fingers up and down her shoulder, eliciting a tiny giggle from the short girl, "the girls are staying here with my mom and dad, while I show you around."
"Hmm…" she pressed her lips against his ear, "I think I'm going to enjoy myself… I've never been anywhere with a personal tour guide, before."
"Babe, c'mon, don't do that…" he shivered, "our kid's right over there…"
"Sorry," she buried her face into his neck, "Sammy?"
"Mmm hmm?"
"I love our life… I love our home, I love our kids, I… I love us."
"I love it too, baby…" he looked down at her, and then at Harmony, who was still fast asleep in her crib, "you girls make my life complete."
"When did you decide that you wanted me back?" Rachel asked.
"Since the minute I left you," he looked up at the ceiling, "it took me a while to realize that I wanted to get to know the baby, and be around her; I… I guess that... it… it took me a long time to realize that I couldn't live without you… and that my life wasn't worth living, if I didn't have you with me…"
"Why?"
"Why what?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Why couldn't you live without me?"
"Because I love you."
"Why?"
"Is this some kind of game, or something?" he shook his head in confusion.
"No," she took his hand in hers, "I… I'm serious… why do you love me so much… what's so great about me?"
"Rach, I'm really getting tired of the self loathing; it's really starting to break my heart."
"No," she shook her head, "it's… it's not like that… I… I'm just curious… what about me do you like so much?"
"Your eyes," he pressed his lips against one of her eye lids, "your voice…" he kissed her throat, "the fact that no matter how much you love me, you'll never hesitate to put me in my place, when you need to… the way your cheeks turn the prettiest shade of red, when I give you a compliment…" he kissed her cheeks, "how you don't care about what anybody else thinks about you; I love how the girls are slowly becoming… well, you; smart, strong willed, sweet, beautiful; I'm crazy about you, baby," he pressed his forehead against hers, "you know… I never liked mornings, until I moved in with you… I love waking up to you; having your beautiful face be the first thing I see, when I wake up; those big brown eyes looking up at me; my life is perfect, and I don't ever want it to change."
"Me either, Sammy," she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Oe ma nga set si krr."
"Damn," he smiled, "I love it when you say stuff to me in Na'vi."
"Don't say that I don't make an effort to make you happy," she smirked.
"I don't recall ever saying that to you," he kissed her ear, "I know that you put everything you have into our marriage, and I do too; I know how happy I make you, and don't take a second of it for granted."
"Sammy?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"Kiss me."
.X.x.X.x.X.
"So," Rachel smirked as Sam pulled up into the Dunkin' Doughnuts parking lot, "I have to say, I'm a little disappointed, Samuel; since we have Dunkin' Doughnuts back in New York, I was sort of hoping for something a little relax."
"Ha ha, very funny," the blonde boy sighed and rolled his eyes, "this isn't part of the tour; I just wanted to buy my beautiful wife a coffee; sorry if that bugs you."
"Ah," she nodded in understanding, "now I see; you're very sweet," she kissed his cheek.
"I'll be right back," he quickly squeezed her hand before hopping out of the Jeep and walking into the store, "he may be a dork… but at least he's a dork with a hell of an ass," she mumbled to herself, "I still can't believe that that body is all mine to look at."
The small girl looked out her window; the weather was pretty nice, considering that it was still pretty early in April. She opened the passenger seat door, got out, and sat down on the hood of the army green Jeep. Smiling, she tipped her head back a little bit, letting the sun's rays heat up her creamy white skin.
Rachel moved the hair out of her face, trying to get a clear view of the tulips that had been planted in front of the store across the street.
"How's it going," she heard a voice, smooth, with a bit of a southern twang to it (one of the things she loved most about her husband's voice; the twang to it was small, and barely noticeable, but it was there), interrupt her thoughts.
The brown eyed girl looked away from the flowers to see a boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes smiling up at her, "may I ask what a beautiful girl like you is doing here, all by herself?"
Rachel sighed. Wasn't it bad enough that she had to go through this, every day, with Finn? And then Sam's cousin yesterday; he was a pain in the ass, too. She was just tired of having to deal with people not respecting the fact that she and Sam were married.
She wasn't trying to be self righteous; wasn't saying that men were knocking down her door, or coming up to her, whenever she and Sam went out. But she saw the subtle ogling; saw the way some men would check her out; it was disrespectful, with or without the fact that it was clear that she was with Sam.
"Look," she rolled her eyes, "why don't you just leave me alone? I'm not interested."
"What's wrong?" he raised an eyebrow.
"If you must know, I'm married," she crossed her arms.
"Is there a reason why you're being so rude?" the blue eyed boy retorted.
"I just think that hitting on a married woman is a little low; don't you agree."
"How was I supposed to know, that you were married? I saw a pretty girl, sitting alone, so I decided to talk to her; I didn't know that was such an offense; you should work on your attitude problem," and with that, the boy walked away from her and into the store.
.X.x.X.x.X.
Sam sighed and smiled as he added the amount of sugar that he knew Rachel liked, into her coffee. Even just the thought of the petite brunette had the power to make him beam like a crazy person.
"Evans?" he heard a familiar voice ask behind him.
"Travis?" the green eyed boy turned around to face his old friend.
"Hey, man," the dark haired boy smiled at Sam, "long time no see."
"Yeah," Sam chuckled, "it's been a while."
"How've you been?" the blue eyed boy asked.
"Good," he nodded and sighed, "great, actually. How about you?"
"I've been fine; well, up until…" he thought for a brief moment, "here; do you see that girl over there?" he pointed to Rachel from the other side of the large window.
"Yeah," Sam smiled to himself, "she's beautiful."
"Yeah, I know. Well, just a few minutes ago, I walked up to her, and started flirting with her; not in some gross, disrespectful sort of way; I was being friendly."
"And what'd she say?" he held in a laugh.
"She started bitching about how she had a husband, and she was "so offended" that I came up to her; one of those girls, you know."
"Yeah," this time, Sam let his chuckle slip, "I bet you twenty buck that I can get her to kiss me."
"Come on, dude, why would you even bother? She's already taken, and even if she weren't, it doesn't look like she would budge."
"Then it looks like you have nothing to lose, huh?"
"But wait," Travis raised an eyebrow, "aren't you married, now?"
"Meh," Sam shrugged, "my woman won't mind; trust me." He walked out of the store.
"Hey," he smiled at her, carefully helping her off of his Jeep.
"Hey," she smiled up at him as she picked up his hand and laced her fingers into his, "where's the coffee?"
"Kiss me," he murmured, pressing his forehead.
"But why don't-"
"Just kiss me," he placed his hand on her cheek.
Giggling, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his larger ones and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Mmm," he hummed when he felt their tongues collide. A few seconds later, he broke apart from her, placing one final, tender kiss on the side of her lips, "there's someone I want you to meet," he tucked a lock of his wife's chocolate brown hair behind her ear.
Taking his hand in hers, they walked into the store, and up to Travis, "how the hell do you do it, man?" he shook his head in disbelief and chuckled, handing his friend a twenty dollar bill.
"Ha ha," he smiled, "and by the way; I don't think you've met my wife, Rachel," he gestured toward the petite brunette, "well, properly, anyway."
"Who is he?" Rachel whispered into his ear.
"This is my friend, Travis," he moved his hand out of her to wrap his arm around her waist.
"Oh…" she bit her lip, her eyes widening in shock, "I… I'm so sorry… I mean… I didn't… if I knew that you were friends with Sam, then I wouldn't have-"
"Don't," Travis shook his head, "I'm the one who was hitting on my friend's girl; I shouldn't have called you rude, without getting to know you, first," he sighed, "so… this is the famous Rachel, huh? This guy is crazy about you, you know," he gave Sam a friendly punch in the arm, "wouldn't stop talking about you, when he came back here; every day, it was "Rachel this" and "Rachel that"."
"C'mon dude, stop," the blonde boy muttered.
"Oh hush, Sammy," Rachel let out a light laugh, "I don't mind you talking about me."
"Yeah, well after a while, we all were starting to mind; then finally, I told him to stop bitching and whining about how much he missed you, grab himself by the balls, and go get his girl back."
"Then I guess I owe you a thank you," she grinned, "if it weren't for you I… we would have never gotten back together."
"She's good for you, Evans," Travis shook his head and smiled, "don't let her go."
"Trust me, man," he pressed a kiss on Rachel's forehead, "that's the last thing I'm planning to do."
.X.x.X.x.X.
"May I ask what we're doing here?" Rachel asked, squeezing Sam's hand as they walked through an open field in a park.
"I used to come here, all the time."
"Aw," she smiled, "I can just imagine you, swinging on the swings."
"Not really," he shook his head, "most of the time, I would come here to just… think. You see that tree over there?" he pointed to a large tree, "I used to sit under it, and draw."
"I wish you still drew," she sighed, resting her head on his arm, "you're… you're just… you're really talented, Sammy; and I don't want you to give it up, just because of us… we'll all leave you alone, for a couple of hours a day, so you can draw, then we won't hesitate to-"
"That's the absolute worst thing you could do to me," he interrupted her, wrapping his arms around her waist, "what the hell would make you think that I would want to be away from my family?"
"I don't know, I just…"
"Don't you dare say that you want me to be happy," he brushed his lips against hers, "because that wouldn't make me happy; it'd make me miserable."
"Don't you ever get tired of spending all your time with a bunch of girls?"
"Absolutely not."
"Never?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Never," he pressed his lips against hers.
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Where are we going?" Rachel asked as Sam led her up a wooded hill.
"You'll see," he smiled down at her, taking her hand in his as they continued to walk uphill. A few minutes later, he stopped.
"Here we are," Sam sighed, giving his wife a little while to take a while in. Among the many trees, there were a few specific ones with tiny white flowers on them. Along said trees there was a small pond; the water was clear, so it was easy to see the small orange fish that were swimming inside of it. The pine trees gave off a discrete, but pleasant scent.
"What do you think?" he murmured, looking down at her hopefully. He didn't know why, but he still got nervous, when it came to impressing Rachel; he knew he didn't have to, and that he shouldn't, really; marriage was a hell lot more than just extravagant, spectacular gestures; he had already won her over, seven years ago; he shouldn't be trying to impress her.
But that was just kind of his thing; extravagancy; grand gestures were how he expressed his love for her; he knew they weren't needed; hell, Rach said so herself; but he wasn't exactly a 'low key' kind of guy, when it came to love; especially when it came to Rachel. Because that's what she deserved.
"I..." she was still at a loss for words, "it's beautiful, Sam, but... Why are we here?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"I mean... What's the story, here? Did you come down here to draw?"
"No," he shook his head.
"Then what did you come here for? It obviously must have meant something to you; you know the way here pretty well, which means that you came around here a lot; and that really says something, considering how much of a bitch it is just to get up here."
For a minute, he just looked up at her and smiled. It was that damn sundress that always got him. That yellow, knee length, sleeveless sundress that complimented the way the sun beamed down on her shoulders; the way her loose chocolate curls would fall around her shoulders; actually, he just liked her in the color yellow, in general; she looked radiant in every color, but yellow was his favorite.
"Do... Do you remember when I went to Tennessee, during spring break, back in high school?"
"Yeah," she nodded her head.
"Well; I was kind of just walking around the park, one day, when I found this place; and... I... I decided that... This was the place that I wanted to propose to you."
"You," she smiled brightly, "you were planning on proposing to me, back then?"
"Yeah," he sighed, apprehensively.
"When we're you planning on doing it?"
"Right before graduation. I was planning on taking you down here, renting a hotel room -because there was no way in hell I was going to let my family meet you and hurt the chances of you saying yes- and bring you up here. But then my dad lost his job, we lost the house, and had to move away; fucking ruined everything," he shook his head, "I had a ring picked out, and everything."
"You bought a ring?"
"No; but I picked it out, and started saving up for it. Even when my family went bankrupt, I took a little money from my paycheck, each week, and put it to the side."
"What did it look like?" she asked with genuine curiosity.
"You're wearing it," he shot her a little half smile.
"What? But..." she looked down at her engagement ring, "how?"
"There's more than one Tiffany's out there, Rae... Went to the one on 54th street, and they had it shipped in from Tennessee; thank god it was still there."
"Sam, I... I don't know what to say, I... I can't believe that you would do all of that for me."
"I'm sorry that we didn't have a big wedding, at a venue, or a church; I was planning on it, but... I just... I couldn't afford it."
"Our wedding was perfect," she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I wouldn't change a thing about it."
"Really?"
"Really," she nodded, before pressing her lips against his, her tongue colliding with his. After a few minutes of kissing, she felt his hand move up her leg, sliding under the skirt of her dress.
"Do you want to?" Sam whispered when they broke apart.
"Yes," she nodded, her fingers playing in his golden blonde hair. Rachel pushed him onto the ground, falling down with him, "Sam?" she asked as she began to unbutton his plaid shirt.
"Yeah?"
"Are you glad that you proposed to me when you did?"
"Yes, baby," he nodded, "wouldn't take it back for the world."
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Why am I carrying you, again?" Sam asked as he walked through the park, carrying his wife, piggyback style.
"Because I spent a total of eighteen months carrying your children around in my uterus, then another sixteen hours pushing them out… plus… I'm tired."
"Yeah," he smirked, "I really tired you out, didn't I?"
"Maybe," she muttered, "I don't want to feed into your sexual ego, though."
"Ha ha, very funny," he rolled his eyes as they reached the parking lot, "did you have a good day?"
"Yes," Rachel kissed his cheek, "I had a great day."
"Alright, babe," he sighed when they reached the Jeep, "you gotta get off, now."
"Aw, no," she pouted, "I kind of like this… how about you just walk me home?"
"I don't think so, babe," he chuckled and shook his head.
"Fine," she sighed and slid off of him, before moving into the passenger seat of the Jeep.
After moving into the driver's seat, the green eyed boy took a minute to look around; he remembered when his parents had first gotten him the Jeep; it was right before they had moved to Ohio; Sam remembered how excited he was, when he saw it; it didn't matter if he was a dork, or got slushied, every so often; he still had the coolest car in the school parking lot, which was perfect for driving the prettiest girl in school home.
Now though, the Jeep was probably the farthest thing from "cool"; there was now a D.V.D. player installed in the truck; which would have actually been pretty sweet, if the D.V.D. that was currently sitting in it wasn't the Backyardigans; two of the three seats I the back were occupied by car seats; the rest of the space was filled with toys, sippie cups, and many baby socks that had been lost in between the seats. Football playing, teenager Sam would have thought that it was the lamest, most embarrassing truck in the world; but Daddy Sam loved it.
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Sam?" Rachel whispered as she placed her hand on the empty spot next to her, in bed. She shook her head in confusion, her eyes straining to see in the dark room; she couldn't find him anywhere.
Sighing, she threw the Star Wars comforter off of her body, and walked out of the room. The small girl checked the bathroom; when she saw that he wasn't in there, she walked down the stairs, taking a quick look in the living room, kitchen, and dining room, before walking outside, her eyebrow rising in confusion when she saw her husband sitting on a chair on the porch.
"Sam," she gently placed her hand on his shoulder, being careful not to startle him.
"Huh?" he looked up, "oh. What are you doing up?"
"I could ask you the same thing," she smirked, running her hand up and down his arm.
"Dually noted," he nodded.
"So… what are you doing up?"
"Couldn't sleep," Sam stated simply, "it's so weird being back here, and sleeping in my old room, especially while spooning with you," he paused for a moment, "you know… back when I was living here… I… I was holding a lot of emotions in, for the first couple of months; still pretty emotionally raw, from leaving you, I guess… there was… there was just a lot of hate, I had… towards… well, mostly toward myself…. Finally, one day… while I was sitting out here, by myself, at night, I started thinking about you, and… I… I just broke down…"
"You cried?" she asked, running her fingers through his golden blonde hair.
"Yeah," he sighed, "pretty hard; for a long time, too. A year; I only got to be with you for a year, Rae; and then you were… you were just sort of… ripped away from me; it… it sucked, baby."
"It was pretty bad for me, too," she kissed his hair, "but… none of that matters anymore… we have each other, now… and there's nothing on this earth that will ever stop me from loving you," she pressed her lips against his, resting her small hand on his cheek.
Sam smiled into the kiss, his hands moving into Rachel's hair. He traced his tongue along her bottom lip, moaning slightly when she opened her mouth, granting him entrance.
He looked up at her when they finally pulled apart, with an expression that was unreadable due to the darkness of the porch. "If you stay here much longer, I'm going to take you right here on this porch, you realize that, don't you?"
Heat flashed across her face as she imagined them doing what he had just said. She cupped his face in her hands, kissed him on the nose and said, "That sounds delightful."
His eyes went wide momentarily, and then with a growl he grabbed her and crushed her down to him, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He pulled her onto his lap in the armless chair and they sat that way for a moment, grinding against each other. With only the thinness of their undergarments to separate them, the feeling was intense. Rachel's head was thrown back as Sam kissed her cheeks, ears, neck, and collarbone. Not giving a flying fuck about where they were, he grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head. She looked both ways, remembering that they were outside when the cold night air assaulted her. "No one can see you," he whispered before palming on breast in his hand and sucking the other one between his teeth.
Rachel slowly untangled herself from Sam's grip, much to his confusion. But when she sank to her knees and reached her hand inside is boxers, he threw his head back. It was the first time her lips had ever made contact with him there, in a while and the moment when her warm tongue met the head of his dick, he groaned and wrapped his hands in her hair. She nibbled up one side of his length and down the other. She nibbled around the base and down over his balls. He grunted, whispering, "tease" and tried to guide himself fully inside her mouth. She resisted the pressure and gently, deftly placed a kiss on the very tip. "Rachel…for fuck's sake…" Before he could get the rest of his complaint out, she sucked him into her mouth and didn't stop until her lips met the skin of his pelvis. Guiding her head, he slid himself in and out of her mouth until he felt like he could hold it no longer. He popped himself out of her mouth, palmed his dick in his hand, leered at her naked form and whispered, "climb on," squeezing her ass when she sat down on his lap.
Holding his dick steady, Rachel positioned herself over it and then slid down on him. They both cried out in loud whispers when he sank into her to the hilt. She began rocking her hips, moving in a way to ensure that his dick his just that spot with every thrust. She reached up and grasped his hair in her hands, tugging lightly, "Mmm, Sammy."
"Fuck, Rachel!" he shouted as he felt her ripple around him. She was impossibly fucking tight. He gritted his teeth, pressing deeper into her. His hand traveled down her body, grabbing her ankle and lifting her leg up from where it was wrapped around his waist. Throwing it over his shoulder, he pushed himself all the way in. Rachel was mewling and rocking into him over and over again. She clenched around him, and Sam thought he was going to lose it right then. Closing his eyes and thinking about anything other than the fact that he was buried inside Rachel, he took a deep breath. Focus, Evans. This is your girl. Don't fuck it up and look like an idiot! With determination, he dropped his eyes to her breasts and began pistoning his hips slowly, drawing himself out until just the head remained inside her before pushing back in. Rachel trembled on top of him, biting into his shoulder as their hips continued to rock in a perfect unison, her eyes clenching shut.
"Goddamn," he gritted, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of her wet core sliding around him. "You are insanely fucking tight…Rachel," he groaned, thrusting inside her roughly. She arched and he let out a low grumble. Shoving in hard again, her eyes popped open and she looked at him. He leered at her, thrusting as deep as he could go with a guttural grunt.
Rachel pushed herself up on her arms, bowing her hips up to him in an invitation to go even deeper still. "Sam, please, " she moaned, their eyes still connected.
"Fuck, Rachel…this is…shit," Sam wanted to say something amazingly romantic. He wanted to lean down and whisper poetry in her ear. Instead, he could only look at her in amazement and swear in response as she begged for more on top of him. Sam felt like the breath was being sucked from his lungs as he looked at her. I still can't believe that she's all mine. They moved together, sliding in tandem, in a rhythm that was slow at first. Rachel's head rolled back and forth as her hands slid up and over his chest, relishing the slickness of his sweaty skin. She was making tiny little squeaky noises in time with his thrusts and he groaned, trying to ignore the hot little sounds coming from her throat. When Rachel slid her leg off his shoulder and down his back, she pressed her lips against his, her nipples brushing against his chest. He groaned, feeling his balls start to tighten, and picked up the pace of his thrusting. He snaked his hands between them, his finger massaging the spot just above and to the left of her clit. He felt her tighten and grow even wetter around his shaft and knew she was about to come. He'd wanted to make love to her for hours but knew he only had seconds left. He held it there just for a second, focusing solely on the fiery heat surrounding him, and Rachel let out a moan of complaint. Looking down, he saw her brow furrowed in frustration at the lack of friction. When her eyes were on him, he slid slowly back out before jerking his hips hard, slamming back in to her.
"Sammy…almost….ohhhh," she cried, pressure building inside her quickly.
"Rachel…baby…fucking cum, Rachel," he pleaded, his orgasm beginning its race through his body.
She shuddered, his words the final push to send her spiraling towards bliss. Rocking against him one last time, she flooded him with wetness as she convulsed around him. Her inner walls caressing and squeezing him, Sam gave up the fight, emptying himself inside her with a final thrust.
Dropping down against her, he licked the sweat from her collarbone and then slid his mouth up to kiss her. She was panting, her heart racing, at the incredible feeling of him still throbbing inside her.
"Wow," he whispered, pressing kisses against her collarbone, "that… that was…"
"Incredible," Rachel finished, her body beginning to shiver when she felt a cool breeze move against them, striking her bare body as goose bumps began to pop up over her porcelain white skin.
"Oh damn," Sam muttered, holding her closer to him, "I should really get you inside."
"I'll be fine," she leaned up and pressed her lips against his, "Sammy?"
"Mmm hmm?"
"I love you."
He rubbed her shoulders, "I love you too."
.X.x.X.x.X.
After putting his underwear back on, and slipping Rachel's nightgown over her body, Sam carried Rachel back inside his parents' house, up the stairs, and into the bedroom. He gently placed her under the covers, before slipping in next to her, and wrapping his arms around her petite body.
"I'm glad you had fun today," he whispered into her ear."
"Mmm," she hummed happily.
"Tomorrow I'm taking you horseback riding."
"Sam," she shook her head, "I have absolutely no idea how to-"
"I'll teach you," he cut her off, "don't worry, it'll be fun…" he paused for a minute, and looked at his desk, "I… I wanna give you something." He got up out of the full sized bed and walked up to his desk, picking up a piece of paper, "here."
"What?" Rachel's eyes strained to see the paper in the darkness. It was the picture of her sitting on the couch, that she had discovered, the day before; only this time, Harmony's face was drawn in, and Olivia was sitting next to her, "Sam, I… I… wow… I… when did you do this?"
"Right after dinner, when you and my mom were talking."
"Oh," she nodded in understanding, "well… it's beautiful… I love it…"
"I'm glad," he kissed her temple, "you know… this trip wasn't as bad as I expected it to be… thanks to you… now everybody in my hometown knows that I'm married to the prettiest girl in the world. I've gotta say, I'm pretty proud."
"Goodnight, Sam; love you," she mumbled and kissed his lips.
"Love you too, Mrs. Evans."
I hope you guys liked it; I'm sorry that it's only been fluff for a while, but I promise, that there's a lot more drama to come.
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