A/N: Well folks, this is it for this fic. I'm kinda sad that it's over but there's really nothing more to go with. I have a few ideas bouncing around about maybe doing a sequel but that won't be anytime too soon. I hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Thanks so much for all the reviews. And while I'm rambling, I highly recommend my new fic 'Oh, Brother'. :) Anyway, on with the update.

Chapter 21:

Weeks and months went by and things couldn't have gotten any better between Martin and Samantha. Of course, like all couples they had meaningless arguments and fights every now and then, but nothing big enough to break them apart. Samantha had never been so in love.

Martin was definitely one of a kind. He was compassionate, smart, caring, funny, and absolutely gorgeous. And he was all hers. She couldn't help but notice the looks of jealousy cast her way by other women while she was with Martin, but he never even acknowledged them.

She found herself smiling at those women as she passed. She used to be one of them.

Good men were getting harder and harder to find these days, and she couldn't have been happier to finally find one.

Martin was head over heels for her, and for the life of her she'd never understand why. But she wasn't about to complain. Being with him made her realize just what she'd been missing out on for so long, and she never wanted to go back to the days before him.

She had finally found him. He was the one.

Before Martin she never believed that there was one special person out there for everyone, but she knew that he was the only person for her.

Martin felt the same way.

He knew it was way too soon to even consider popping the question, but already he would imagine what their children would look like. Would they have brown hair like his or would they be blonde? Would their eyes be brown or blue? He would never admit it, but he hoped for a daughter with blonde hair and brown eyes, just like her mother.

He wanted a little girl, a little Samantha. And maybe they'd have a boy later that he could play catch with in the yard.

Staring at her from across the bullpen, he realized just how in love with her he really was. He couldn't wait to go home with her each night, and not just to sleep with her, but to be around her. To hear her laugh. To cook dinner with her. To watch her while she slept, a small smile settled on her face. He loved everything about her.

When he thought about his future, she was all he could see.

The corners of his mouth curved into a smile just thinking about it. He stood from his chair and walked over to her desk, propping himself on the edge. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes meeting his. "What's up?" She asked, dropping the pen she was holding.

"Nothing." He smiled, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. "I just wanted to see you."

"We've been in the same room all morning." She laughed.

"I know, but I wanted to see you see you." He explained.

They stared silently at one another for several moments, Martin's hand running through her hair. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She replied with a wide smile, leaning in and kissing him softly.

For the first time in a long time, she was completely, one hundred percent happy, and it was all because of Martin.

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A/N: Please tell me what you think. If you want a sequel, say so. I'll try to work on one :)