Samantha was tidying up the living room when the paper airplane sailed down the stairs and hit her in the arm. When she glanced at it, she smiled. "Who ever finds this, I love you. P.S. Please bring me a pencil." it read.

She'd seen it before, of course, but this time it was different. Darrin no longer had the magical powers that she'd bestowed on him just two days earlier and as far as she was concerned, all was right with the world. Well, except for the fact that her dear, sweet and wonderful husband was confined to their bed with a sprained ankle. Oh, if only she'd used her witchcraft to lock the back door, Darrin would have never gotten out of bed and fallen down the stairs to lock the door the mortal way.

The moment she'd set the house up to cooperate with Darrin (which meant giving him powers, albeit temporarily) is the moment their lives were turned upside down. She realized almost immediately she'd made a very big mistake. Suddenly, Darrin was insistent on giving her lavish furs and jewelry, trips around the world and things she didn't even want! The next thing she knew he had quit his job and was planning on retiring! In a sense, she'd created a monster.

Couldn't Darrin see that the only things she wanted were love and happiness? They had a wonderful marriage, a beautiful house and were happier than any couple had a right to be. The last six months had been a dream come true with no witchcraft necessary. Her parents might not have been happy with her choice of husband but Samantha certainly was.

When Darrin finally realized the error of his ways, Samantha was very happy to bring him back to two days earlier, before she'd made the terrible decision to give him powers.

"SAMANTHA!"

She smiled at his voice as it floated down the stairs and she picked up the pencil, contemplating for a second if she should sail it back up to him. But to do so would put them right back to where they'd been just two days earlier. First, the lecture on how she shouldn't use witchcraft and then offering to give him powers. When would it end? She was content to walk up the stairs for the twenty- eighth time if it meant making him happy.

"Here's your pencil." She said, handing it to him along with his cigarettes, a lighter and a stack of magazines.
"Thank you, Sweetheart. You look tired."
"I'm fine!" She replied, hoping the lie sounded somewhat truthful.

"Have a seat."

Her face fell. "A-are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. I'm running you ragged and I'm sorry."

"It's all right, Darrin. Really. I'm glad to do it."
"No, it's not all right. And it's my fault for falling down the stairs in the first place. I shouldn't be such a burden on you."
"Darin Stevens, you listen to me. You could never be a burden! I love you!"
"I love you too, but you know what I mean. I wish there was something I could do to help."
"There is. Just get better and I'll take care of the house."

Samantha considered-really considered-giving him powers again. She was exhausted, but it would only mean disaster for everyone.

And so accepted his kiss and left him to his crossword puzzle while she went downstairs. Any moment now, she'd be making her way back to their bedroom for the twenty- ninth time.

(Two days later)

Darrin was much better; well enough to come down the stairs to his office, albeit very slowly. She was straightening the bedroom when the phone rang. She went to pick it up, but realized that Darrin had beaten her to it. She knew she should have just hung up, but when she heard the word "house", she covered the mouthpiece and listened.

"Show your house." The man's voice said.

Swallowing hard, Samantha quietly hung up the receiver. She looked around the bedroom and wanted to cry. She didn't want to leave this place. She loved their home. She'd loved it from the first moment she'd visited it with her mother and they spent the afternoon trying out furniture in the living room and the dining room. She couldn't believe that soon their house would belong to someone else.

When the doorbell rang a short time later, she gasped. They were there already. But when she went to the door, no one was there. She heard rustling in Darrin's office and went to him.

"Who was at the door?"
He smiled and that's when she noticed the long white box with the pink ribbon around it. "What's that?"
"This…" he said picking up the box. "… is for you."

She already knew what was inside, but her heart beat in anticipation. As she lifted the lid, she gasped, as though seeing the beautiful pink roses for the first time. The scent surrounded her with love. "Oh sweetheart, they're beautiful."

"There's more."

Then she spotted the familiar box; one that was so small it could only hold one thing. She hated that she knew what was in it and hoped that she appeared to be surprised. But she needn't have worried. As soon as she opened the box, tears filled her eyes. The watch was even more beautiful than she remembered. She turned it over and read the inscription;

I love you every second.

"Darrin…"

"I know it's not as nice as the other jewelry you have and I bought it not too long ago, although it feels like it was a long time ago."
Tears slid down her cheeks and she kissed him again and again. "Oh Darrin, it's the most wonderful thing I could have ever imagined. Thank you so much."
"Thank you, Samantha. For marrying me."
"I love you every second." She said, quoting the inscription on the watch. "Happy six month anniversary."

He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her again. "I love you too, sweetheart. Here's to many, many more."

~Fin~