Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, don't sue me.
A/N: Sorry this took so long to come up.
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"Is she going to be okay?" Jamie asked, genuinely concerned.
Larry nodded. "She will be."
"Was she happy to see you?" Sam asked, wearing a large grin.
Larry smiled at his son. "You know buddy. . .it was better than I had expected."
"Can I go see her?" Sam asked.
Larry glanced at Jamie. "Sure you can." Jamie replied, half-heartedly.
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"Ally!" Sam shouted, running up and hugging her tightly, causing her to wince slightly.
"Gently. . ." Larry said, pulling Sam back slightly. "Sorry. . ." He said to Ally.
"It's fine." Ally replied softly. "Hey! How are you?" She asked, ruffling Sam's hair.
Larry watched them talk, and sat down on the seat beside the bed. He hadn't realised until now how much he had missed her. More than he could have possibly known.
". . .dad's missed you too." Sam finished, glancing at Larry. Larry's eyes grew wide.
"Sam!" He warned. Ally smiled.
"Ally, I--" Maddie walked in, stopping abruptly at the sight before her. "Oh, sorry. . .I. . ." She started to back out of the room.
"Maddie, come here." Ally called. Maddie entered the room, shutting the door behind her. Her eyes fell on Sam.
"So you're Sam." She said, more to herself than anyone else.
"Yup. Maddie, huh?" Sam questioned. She raised her eyebrows. "My dad told me about you."
"Oh." Maddie replied, glancing at Larry.
"You two go buy some Doritos." Larry said, handing Maddie a handful of money. "I need to talk to your mum." He added.
Reluctantly, Maddie headed for the door followed by Sam. "Try not to abuse the machine!" Larry called after her.
"I don't know if I can do this." Ally said, as soon as Larry met her eyes again.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Talk about this. . ." She said. "I haven't moved past it yet, much less talked about it."
"Then it's about time, don't you think?"
"Larry. . ." Ally started.
"I freaked out." Larry interrupted, startling her. "I got scared, and I ran. Turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life."
"Why did you get scared?" Ally questioned. It had started out as a topic she didn't want to visit, but not that they had started, she had a lot of questions.
Larry hesitated. "An omen." He said simply.
"An omen?" Ally replied, confused.
"An idiotic waiter!" Larry exclaimed.
Ally's eyes grew wide, completely baffled.
"Never mind." Larry said, shaking his head. "What matters," He said, standing up beside her, "Is that I never stopped loving you."
"Wait. . .tell me about this waiter who screwed up my life!" Ally exclaimed.
Larry sighed. Instead of speaking, he pulled out the ring in his pocket, holding it in front of him. Ally gasped. "He put it in the wrong fruit cobbler." He explained softly.
"An omen. . ." Ally said, understanding. "I can't believe you didn't tell me."
"I'm superstitious, Ally. . .or at least I was." Larry stated. "And I know this. . ." He indicated at their situation by waving his arms around. "It wasn't coincidence. So if I have to be superstitious about anything, it's this."
Ally didn't know what to say, instead looked down at the ring. "You carry it around with you?" She asked, unable to say anything else.
"Everywhere. . ." Larry replied.
"I don't know if I can do this again. . ." Ally managed to let out.
"Can we try?" Larry pleaded with her, and all Ally had to do was look into his eyes to be convinced.
"I don't know if I could take you leaving again." Ally repeated the words she had spoken years ago.
Larry smiled. "I'm not going anywhere." He said. He held out the ring.
"Too fast." Ally warned.
"This isn't a proposal. It's. . ." He paused. "A promise."
After a moment, Ally nodded, holding out her right hand. He slipped the ring gently onto her finger, then held her hand tightly in hers.
"Don't mess this up this time, Mr Paul." Ally said, only half joking.
Larry gave her a wry smile. "Not a chance." He muttered, leaning forward and embracing her. He let out a relieved breath as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled gently. Omens were a thing of the past. He didn't need a sign to tell him that this time, it was going to work.
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The End
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A/N: Sorry this took so long to come up.
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"Is she going to be okay?" Jamie asked, genuinely concerned.
Larry nodded. "She will be."
"Was she happy to see you?" Sam asked, wearing a large grin.
Larry smiled at his son. "You know buddy. . .it was better than I had expected."
"Can I go see her?" Sam asked.
Larry glanced at Jamie. "Sure you can." Jamie replied, half-heartedly.
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"Ally!" Sam shouted, running up and hugging her tightly, causing her to wince slightly.
"Gently. . ." Larry said, pulling Sam back slightly. "Sorry. . ." He said to Ally.
"It's fine." Ally replied softly. "Hey! How are you?" She asked, ruffling Sam's hair.
Larry watched them talk, and sat down on the seat beside the bed. He hadn't realised until now how much he had missed her. More than he could have possibly known.
". . .dad's missed you too." Sam finished, glancing at Larry. Larry's eyes grew wide.
"Sam!" He warned. Ally smiled.
"Ally, I--" Maddie walked in, stopping abruptly at the sight before her. "Oh, sorry. . .I. . ." She started to back out of the room.
"Maddie, come here." Ally called. Maddie entered the room, shutting the door behind her. Her eyes fell on Sam.
"So you're Sam." She said, more to herself than anyone else.
"Yup. Maddie, huh?" Sam questioned. She raised her eyebrows. "My dad told me about you."
"Oh." Maddie replied, glancing at Larry.
"You two go buy some Doritos." Larry said, handing Maddie a handful of money. "I need to talk to your mum." He added.
Reluctantly, Maddie headed for the door followed by Sam. "Try not to abuse the machine!" Larry called after her.
"I don't know if I can do this." Ally said, as soon as Larry met her eyes again.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Talk about this. . ." She said. "I haven't moved past it yet, much less talked about it."
"Then it's about time, don't you think?"
"Larry. . ." Ally started.
"I freaked out." Larry interrupted, startling her. "I got scared, and I ran. Turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life."
"Why did you get scared?" Ally questioned. It had started out as a topic she didn't want to visit, but not that they had started, she had a lot of questions.
Larry hesitated. "An omen." He said simply.
"An omen?" Ally replied, confused.
"An idiotic waiter!" Larry exclaimed.
Ally's eyes grew wide, completely baffled.
"Never mind." Larry said, shaking his head. "What matters," He said, standing up beside her, "Is that I never stopped loving you."
"Wait. . .tell me about this waiter who screwed up my life!" Ally exclaimed.
Larry sighed. Instead of speaking, he pulled out the ring in his pocket, holding it in front of him. Ally gasped. "He put it in the wrong fruit cobbler." He explained softly.
"An omen. . ." Ally said, understanding. "I can't believe you didn't tell me."
"I'm superstitious, Ally. . .or at least I was." Larry stated. "And I know this. . ." He indicated at their situation by waving his arms around. "It wasn't coincidence. So if I have to be superstitious about anything, it's this."
Ally didn't know what to say, instead looked down at the ring. "You carry it around with you?" She asked, unable to say anything else.
"Everywhere. . ." Larry replied.
"I don't know if I can do this again. . ." Ally managed to let out.
"Can we try?" Larry pleaded with her, and all Ally had to do was look into his eyes to be convinced.
"I don't know if I could take you leaving again." Ally repeated the words she had spoken years ago.
Larry smiled. "I'm not going anywhere." He said. He held out the ring.
"Too fast." Ally warned.
"This isn't a proposal. It's. . ." He paused. "A promise."
After a moment, Ally nodded, holding out her right hand. He slipped the ring gently onto her finger, then held her hand tightly in hers.
"Don't mess this up this time, Mr Paul." Ally said, only half joking.
Larry gave her a wry smile. "Not a chance." He muttered, leaning forward and embracing her. He let out a relieved breath as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled gently. Omens were a thing of the past. He didn't need a sign to tell him that this time, it was going to work.
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The End
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