Samantha was sitting at her desk in the newspaper office reading the latest poem by unknown when Portman walked in carrying James Dean in his arms.
"The softest kiss I long to feel
And know true love is something real
Is there such thing as destiny
A place in time where we're meant to be
You'd be by my side with just a call
For that one thing I'd give up it all
I whisper my deepest loving emotions
You murmur back undying devotion
I long to have you by my side
A love that spans the end of time
I guess it's just a silly dream
You will never love me
But still I long for that kiss
It would be the sweetest"
She read aloud.
"Can you imagine why anyone would be ashamed of that?" She asked putting the paper down on her desk
"I don't know, maybe they're just embarrassed or something." Dean dropped his hockey bag off his shoulder and sat down at a table in the center of the room
"Anyway, Hi Dean why aren't you at hockey practice?"
"Orion's giving everyone involved in this marriage project a day off of practice to work on it, I didn't know about it until I just went to the rink. Today was my day so here I am. Wanna hold your son, you haven't seen him all day."
"One second, I have to get something before we get started." Sam got up and crossed the office to fetch the local paper "We need to find a place to live."
"Alrighty, what job were you assigned?"
"I'm a dental hygienist. You?"
"I'm a real-estate agent." He answered.
"Great so we're an upper middle class family, I think we should get a three bedroom house." She unfolded the paper and opened it to the section she was looking for
"Three, why three?" Portman raised his eyebrows and they disappeared under his bandana
"Well incase we have company stay over night, or if we have another child." Samantha's eyes scanned the classifieds
"Another kid, gee it might take me more then one try, but I don't think that'll be a problem."
Sam snorted a laugh that was the type of comment she had expected from a muscle headed hockey player. However she could tell from the tone in his voice that he didn't truly think that highly of himself that he was kidding.
"Did you just laugh?" There was an air of teasing in his voice
"No." Samantha replied hiding her face
"Yes you did I heard it, don't worry I won't tell anyone our super serious editor and chief has a sense of humor."
"It's Editor in Chief. Has anyone ever even told you, how amusing you are?" Samantha let a small smile crease her face
"Amusing no. I've gotten Portman you're gorgeous, Portman you're charming, Portman you're a great kisser. Never Portman you're amusing."
"There you go again just when we're starting to get along, you revert back to pig headed athlete."
"I resent that, my hockey has nothing to do with my pigheadedness." Samantha shook her head at him, the fluorescent light gleaming off her shiny dark hair.
"So… I've been calling you Dean right along but everyone else calls you Portman. Does that bother you?"
Portman shrugged his shoulders while he rocked the "crying baby" which made Samantha giggle.
"Dean's my name, has been since the day I was born, I kinda like hearing someone say it. Sometimes I almost forget what it is, I have no problem being Dean. What about you, can I call you Sammy?"
"Not if you don't want me to be a widow."
"Oh come on Samantha's to long to say over and over. I got it since we're married I'll call you honey."
"No you will not."
"Princess? Baby? Sweet Pea?"
She shot him a glare that said "no cheesy pet names" and he threw up his hands.
"How about Sam?"
"Sam's fine, I could live with that." Her green eyes sparkled; she had to admit, Dean Portman seemed like a nice enough guy. Still not deep enough for her to ever consider dating, not with Ryan Snow waiting in the wings and the unknown author floating unseen through the Eden Hall halls.
"Well Sam Portman, what do you think of this three bedroom ranch in Duluth?" Her husband pointed to an ad that caught his eye
"How much?"
"125,000 dollars"
"Wow I never realized how expensive houses were, no wonder my father was always off working for the magazine." Sam leaned further over the table to look at the information
"Your dad was a writer too?"
"Photographer actually, the highest paid in the state."
"I never saw my old man much either."
"Really? What did he do for a living?"
"Before or after prison?" Dean asked flatly
"Oh I'm sorry." Same draw back partially "I shouldn't have asked
"Nah it's alright, unless you got a problem with havin' jail bird in laws." Portman teased
"No, no, of course not." Samantha's face bore a greatly serious _expression and Portman thought she was even more beautiful when worked up.
"Maybe we should write this stuff down, where we're gonna live and stuff." As cute as he thought the look on her face was he changed the subject to ease her mind.
"Do you have any paper? I don't?"
"We're in a newspaper office." Portman looked at her like she had ten heads.
"I don't have the key to the print room, I didn't bring my backpack with me."
"Neither did I, I'll go find some." Dean got up leaving his leather notebook with he always kept with him on the table
"Can't we just take a piece from in here?" Samantha's glance fell on the cover of it
Dean shot back across the room and slammed his hand down on the cover just as she was about to open it. His heart was pounding and the blood was rushing in his ears.
"Please don't open that."
Samantha looked at him strangely and was about to ask what the problem was about opening it when they were interrupted by the world's most infuriating creature on the face of the Earth.
"Portman, there you are. I've been looking all over for you." Sierra ran at him full speed and jumped into his arms
"Um, hi Sierra." Samantha greeted with a biting tone
"Samantha. Come on Portman you promised to take me skating today." She bounced in his grasp.
"I guess we're gonna go Sam. I'll talk to ya tomorrow." Dean dropped Sierra to her and she clamped on his hand like vice as they headed to her door. She had seen the way Portman was looking at Sam when she walked in and be damned if she was going to give up her man to a goody two shoes like Samantha Wyatt.
"The softest kiss I long to feel
And know true love is something real
Is there such thing as destiny
A place in time where we're meant to be
You'd be by my side with just a call
For that one thing I'd give up it all
I whisper my deepest loving emotions
You murmur back undying devotion
I long to have you by my side
A love that spans the end of time
I guess it's just a silly dream
You will never love me
But still I long for that kiss
It would be the sweetest"
She read aloud.
"Can you imagine why anyone would be ashamed of that?" She asked putting the paper down on her desk
"I don't know, maybe they're just embarrassed or something." Dean dropped his hockey bag off his shoulder and sat down at a table in the center of the room
"Anyway, Hi Dean why aren't you at hockey practice?"
"Orion's giving everyone involved in this marriage project a day off of practice to work on it, I didn't know about it until I just went to the rink. Today was my day so here I am. Wanna hold your son, you haven't seen him all day."
"One second, I have to get something before we get started." Sam got up and crossed the office to fetch the local paper "We need to find a place to live."
"Alrighty, what job were you assigned?"
"I'm a dental hygienist. You?"
"I'm a real-estate agent." He answered.
"Great so we're an upper middle class family, I think we should get a three bedroom house." She unfolded the paper and opened it to the section she was looking for
"Three, why three?" Portman raised his eyebrows and they disappeared under his bandana
"Well incase we have company stay over night, or if we have another child." Samantha's eyes scanned the classifieds
"Another kid, gee it might take me more then one try, but I don't think that'll be a problem."
Sam snorted a laugh that was the type of comment she had expected from a muscle headed hockey player. However she could tell from the tone in his voice that he didn't truly think that highly of himself that he was kidding.
"Did you just laugh?" There was an air of teasing in his voice
"No." Samantha replied hiding her face
"Yes you did I heard it, don't worry I won't tell anyone our super serious editor and chief has a sense of humor."
"It's Editor in Chief. Has anyone ever even told you, how amusing you are?" Samantha let a small smile crease her face
"Amusing no. I've gotten Portman you're gorgeous, Portman you're charming, Portman you're a great kisser. Never Portman you're amusing."
"There you go again just when we're starting to get along, you revert back to pig headed athlete."
"I resent that, my hockey has nothing to do with my pigheadedness." Samantha shook her head at him, the fluorescent light gleaming off her shiny dark hair.
"So… I've been calling you Dean right along but everyone else calls you Portman. Does that bother you?"
Portman shrugged his shoulders while he rocked the "crying baby" which made Samantha giggle.
"Dean's my name, has been since the day I was born, I kinda like hearing someone say it. Sometimes I almost forget what it is, I have no problem being Dean. What about you, can I call you Sammy?"
"Not if you don't want me to be a widow."
"Oh come on Samantha's to long to say over and over. I got it since we're married I'll call you honey."
"No you will not."
"Princess? Baby? Sweet Pea?"
She shot him a glare that said "no cheesy pet names" and he threw up his hands.
"How about Sam?"
"Sam's fine, I could live with that." Her green eyes sparkled; she had to admit, Dean Portman seemed like a nice enough guy. Still not deep enough for her to ever consider dating, not with Ryan Snow waiting in the wings and the unknown author floating unseen through the Eden Hall halls.
"Well Sam Portman, what do you think of this three bedroom ranch in Duluth?" Her husband pointed to an ad that caught his eye
"How much?"
"125,000 dollars"
"Wow I never realized how expensive houses were, no wonder my father was always off working for the magazine." Sam leaned further over the table to look at the information
"Your dad was a writer too?"
"Photographer actually, the highest paid in the state."
"I never saw my old man much either."
"Really? What did he do for a living?"
"Before or after prison?" Dean asked flatly
"Oh I'm sorry." Same draw back partially "I shouldn't have asked
"Nah it's alright, unless you got a problem with havin' jail bird in laws." Portman teased
"No, no, of course not." Samantha's face bore a greatly serious _expression and Portman thought she was even more beautiful when worked up.
"Maybe we should write this stuff down, where we're gonna live and stuff." As cute as he thought the look on her face was he changed the subject to ease her mind.
"Do you have any paper? I don't?"
"We're in a newspaper office." Portman looked at her like she had ten heads.
"I don't have the key to the print room, I didn't bring my backpack with me."
"Neither did I, I'll go find some." Dean got up leaving his leather notebook with he always kept with him on the table
"Can't we just take a piece from in here?" Samantha's glance fell on the cover of it
Dean shot back across the room and slammed his hand down on the cover just as she was about to open it. His heart was pounding and the blood was rushing in his ears.
"Please don't open that."
Samantha looked at him strangely and was about to ask what the problem was about opening it when they were interrupted by the world's most infuriating creature on the face of the Earth.
"Portman, there you are. I've been looking all over for you." Sierra ran at him full speed and jumped into his arms
"Um, hi Sierra." Samantha greeted with a biting tone
"Samantha. Come on Portman you promised to take me skating today." She bounced in his grasp.
"I guess we're gonna go Sam. I'll talk to ya tomorrow." Dean dropped Sierra to her and she clamped on his hand like vice as they headed to her door. She had seen the way Portman was looking at Sam when she walked in and be damned if she was going to give up her man to a goody two shoes like Samantha Wyatt.