Chapter 49:
Going to say it here: thank you to the amazing MsEsmeCullen who has given me the greatest idea ever for the surprise for Claire – you are awesome!
Sam's POV:
Well, Myrnin kicked us out of Michael's own house and kept my phone. How great. So now I cannot ring Amelie to explain what's gone on and to get her to calm down (she's always been a little highly strung about things, especially replying to phone calls), which is just great. Thanks a lot, Myrnin!
"So what are you going to do, Granddad?" Michael asks me as he studies something ominous on the lab bench.
"I am going to go and apologise to my wife for Myrnin's behaviour. What are you going to do? Given I doubt you want to go home, but you aren't coming with me and you don't have a car," I say and he looks like he is deciding what to do. Then he darts off to the side and comes back with a set of keys.
"Claire's left her car – I'll use that to get to the shop and I'll grab my spare guitar and practise for the show tomorrow night," he decides – good man, for finding a solution to a difficult situation.
"Well good luck facing Claire when she realises you basically stole her car," I grin and he laughs, probably thinking that Claire won't get mad at him. Oho, I have to be there when she explodes! "See you later Michael," I say as I walk through the portal whereas he walks up the steps into the sunlight. The sunlight that is pretty darn weak given it's two weeks until Christmas and outside to humans it is freezing.
I take a deep breath and step through the portal to face my infuriated wife, who is shooting daggers at me. I move over to give her my customary kiss but she moves away from me before turning on me:
"Sam, why didn't you answer your phone? What if I was in trouble, or something?" She's really angry and shouting pretty loudly.
This instantly gets my back up – it's the first fight that we have had since getting married, so it's a little hard, but I still get angry.
"Why do I have to answer my phone all the time? I mean, it's not as if you do anything that is life-threatening so sue me for not fighting off someone one hell of a lot stronger than me to get my phone back," I answer just as loud, running my hand through my hair in frustration.
"I do nothing life-threatening?" she says icily, her voice shaking with anger. "Try fighting off my father, oh wait you were there so know just how hard it was."
Oh, she didn't just bring up that sore point did she. Yes she did.
"Incase you have forgotten, you were absolutely fine – your father would never have killed you. Incase you have forgotten, I was drained and thought to be dead for months before suffering for god knows how long, doing nothing because I would kill people!" I explode at her, anger consuming me. I turn away from her and swipe my hand across the cluttered (amazing isn't it, perfect Amelie has some mess somewhere) desktop, spilling it all on the floor. She simply stands here, looking angry and upset but also scared. Of what, I have no idea – she could crush me with one single finger.
"Do you think that I do not recognise that?" she asks coolly, going into ice-queen mode, as Shane so eloquently put it the last time I saw him.
"Urgh, for gods sake!" I exclaim, whirling around and trying to pull my hair out in anguish. "You do that every time, Amelie. Whenever someone contradicts you, or argues back and you know you're in the wrong, you go into this perfect, hard, ice-queen mode!" I chastise her and she changes her expression to being completely blank. She's at it again.
"I haven't got a clue what you mean, Sam," she says curtly, turning away from my and moving her hand to her face. She then turns back again, and although she has tried to hide it, she has just wiped away a tear – I know her face that well, I can tell instantly. But the fact she is crying doesn't do anything to soften my anger, in fact it makes it worse if she thinks that crying will stop this.
"You know exactly what I mean, Amelie," I say in complete despair. "God, sometimes you make it so hard for me to love you!"
She whirls around at this one and lets the hurt completely display on her face – the intensity of it completely shocks me.
"So go on then, Samuel, go ahead and walk out of that door. What exactly about me is there to love, if I'm just a completely cold person?" she gasps, completely breaking down. She moves closer to me slightly, and I know I'm moving towards her, involuntarily.
"I love the way that you look at me when you wake up," I burst out, "I love the way you swish your hair behind you because it makes you look so much younger. I love the way that you can cook and drive and do everything but pretend not to be able to, to look so much better. I love the way you know every detail about everyone in the town, all of the children and such, but don't let on that you care that much incase it is used against you. I love you, every part of you including the faults because they are what make you, you!" I finish passionately, and suddenly she is in my arms and I'm kissing her and I know at this moment our argument is over… (a – remind you of any couple in this FF? b- imagination time)
A few hours later…
I hug into her back and whisper into her ear:
"I love you." She wriggles slightly with delight at this and sighs before saying:
"Sam, I love you more than life itself. But how can we be together, when I'm so…hard to love?"
"Honey, how have we been together all of this time, if I didn't love you? People say that love isn't enough, but it is – sure sometimes you infuriate me to death and I get seriously sick of you but everyone experiences that. But when I don't have those very infrequent episodes, I cannot find a single fault in you – every single thing about you I love," I reply gently and she smiles.
"Oh Sam, I know just how lucky I am to have got you," she says, and turns around to face me. We lock eyes and in her pale grey eyes, I don't see hatred or animosity or any emotion besides love. No, wait, there is fear in there, fear that I will leave her.
"Amelie, seriously, please realise that I'm not going anywhere," I stress to her, wanting to see the fear leave her eyes, and only love remain. "Not now, not next year, hell not even next millennium! So stop worrying, and just focus on how much you love me!"
With this, the fear fades from her eyes, and only the intensity of her feelings remain – it's an exact replica of my own. I love this woman so, so, much, sometimes it hurts. But I would never trade it in – I couldn't survive without her.
So, there wasn't any Claire and Myrnin in there, but I felt like a good old Sam and Amelie chapter, whilst listening to Kate Voegele (really, seriously, check her out on YouTube, especially You Can't Break a Broken Heart and her cover of Hallelujah) and the inevitable ending of the chapter XD
Please review! We're not that far off 150 now, so we can make it before Thursday, I'm sure!
Vicky xx
