Chapter 9

MS-MS

One bleary eye opened and then the next. A glance at the alarm clock by the bed told me it was almost 9:00 am. For one panicked split-second I thought I was terribly late for work. No, I thought a second later, it was Saturday morning and the warm and strong arm around me told me I was fine. I sighed relieved as I rolled over and smiled at Martin, his handsome features slackened and softened in slumber.

With my fingertips I ruffled his dark hair. I didn't know how he hadn't waken up with my movement, for as small as it was he always woke up. I shrugged the thought away and focused back on his handsome sleeping face. I love you, I wordlessly said to him. My fingers drew patterns on the light patch of dark hair on his chest and my hand stopped there, flatenned it, my fingers gently caressing the soft skin of his bare chest.

As I kept there, just staring at him, eventually his eyes slowly opened and I met with the amazing beauty of the blue of his eyes. He brought one hand to his eyes and rubbed then as a yawn stopped the smile his mouth held. "Hey."

I smiled back at him and lay over his body, my face only inches from his. I immediately felt his arms wrapping themselves around me body, keeping me to him, almost as if he was afraid I'd leave. "Hey." I said back and placed my lips over his, very slowly and gently kissing him. I pulled away and right in the middle of my smile I sneezed.

Twice.

Damn.. I can't kiss him if I sneeze...

And just when the words came in my mind I coughed.

"I think you got a cold." He whispered and put one warm hand over my forehead. "I don't think you have a fever, though."

"Of course not." I mumbled and got off of him, laying on my side. "I don't have a cold hence I don't have a fever."

"Ok, fine. Maybe you don't have a cold but you're beginning to have one. We better take care of it before it gets worse."

"I'm fine!" I was not sick. I didn't have a cold. He was making it bigger than it was. And I swore if he tried to keep me home with loads of clothes I'd kill him. And damn it! What the hell I start sneezing when I was kissing him. This was not good.

"Of course you are." He put his lips on my head to place a kiss there, but he kept them longer the it was needed then pulled away. "I'll make breakfast. Why don't you go take a warm bath then I'll make tea and bring you a couple of aspirins?"

I sighed and lay back giving him a stern look. "I told you I'm fine."

"I know. No one's saying otherwise." He said softly and flashed me one of his smirks just before leaving the bedroom.

I smiled to myself after he was gone and stayed in bed a little longer. Well, if he wanted to spoil me I wouldn't complain.

MS-MS

"Thank you." I said to Martin as he handed me the cup with mint tea. It smelled very good and Martin was really good in the kitchen so the tea could only taste as good as every thing else he did. I closed me eyes as I breathed in the sweet fume coming from the cup and felt the couch moving so I opened my eyes to smile at him as he sat beside me.

"The aspirins." He opened his hand and revealed two small white pills. I took them and held them in my hand as I took a sip of the tea. "Careful. It's still hot."

I nodded and slowly took a sip. Though it was mint, the tea was very sweet and felt really good on my tongue. I sighed satisfied and gulped the two pills at once with another sip of the tea then, when I felt his arm gently creeping around my shoulders I snuggled into him letting out a breathy happy sigh. "I love you."

He put a small kiss on the top of my head and rested his chin there. "Me too." He said back and tightened the hold his arm had around my shoulders.

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The living room was quiet except for the crackling of the fire in the hearth and the sound of me drumming my fingers on the desk. I sighed as I put my briefcase over the table and sat heavily on the chair. I had load of paperwork to do, one that I let aside for too long and now it had accumulated and it'd hard to get this done with to the next day. It was extremly boring.

How do you sum up a life in a few paragraphs? I had faced that dilemma myself every time I had to fill in a report.

I opened the briefcase and faced the first paper of the pile inside. Opening my pen I started the torturous task of writing. It was really difficult to focus on my work at hand. Now and then my mind would drift to wonderland, remembering of something e and martin did the day before or something funny he had said and I would start laughing for nothing.

When I had come to my senses, I realized I had stared at the paper in front of me for twenty minutes with only three lines filled, just when his soft voice stopped me and made me look up. "Hey."

Sweet Lord in Heaven...

That was one of the best visions ever.

Martin was drying his hair off, chest still bare and humid and all muscular, hypnoticly calling for me, wearing only black swetpants. Oh My God... give me the strength to keep myself focused on my job... "Hot." I couldn't stop myself from muttering. When it comes to him my body works on its own will.

A smiled formed over his lips and he gave my his boyish smile and winked flirtatiously at me, then stopped drying his hair, letting the towel hang around his neck as he walked to me and and, as he got closer, his smell hit me with full force. He put his arms around my neck and embraced me behind then placed a small kiss, soft kiss there. "What are you doing?"

I sighed again, pleased by his proximity and leaned back in hs touch. "Reports. I need to hand them to Jack tomorrow."

"All this?" He hand't taken his mouth from my neck, so when he spoke his breath went straight to my neck and warmed it. I don'know if I'd ever stop feeling the electric tingles running through my body, but feeling it now I truly believed I'd never stop feeling that. It was Martin the one who gave me that and as long as he was with me, they'd never go away.

"Yeah..." He pulled away and begam to massage my neck. Bending my head forward, I groaned in appreciation. His fingers began to knead knots out of my shoulders and I made a low sound in the back of my throat. "That feels wonderful."

He kissed the top of my head and a few minutes later he stopped his ministrations. "You need to finish this now. We don't want Jack saying that I'm the one responsible for your delay."

I laughed and turned to look at him. "I'm sure he would."

He shook his head, failing to stop a smile of his own. "I'm going now."

"There's food done. You just need to re-heat it."

"Thanks." He said back, his voice muffled by the kitchen walls.

He put a steamy mug of coffee over the table, right in front of me and two pills of aspirin. "I made some coffee, but this mug is the only one you're going to drink. We don't need a very wake Sam. She's not a nice person to put up with. If you want to drink more, there's cinnamom tea, ok?"

"Oh, thank you, Martin. So much." I immediately grabbed the mug and drank a well, big gulp of the black liquid. He was so sweet that sometimes it scared me.

"I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late." He whispered onto my mouth just before giving me a tiny, sweet kiss.

"Good night. Love you."

"Me too." He smiled and started walking away. "Good night."

It was almost midnight and I had finally finished all my paperwork. I was so tired I could sleep on anything I could rest me body on. I slowly opened my bedroom door, carefully not to wake Martin if he was already asleep and the triangle of yellow light peeked out as I opened the door fully, letting me know he had let the lights on for me.

I switched off the light and the room seemed too dark to me, a room that strangely smelled of him, a room in which I could hear his breathing. I slide into my crisp cotton sheets that while clean, were already smelling of him, of his skin and shampoo and soap. He had fallen asleep halfway through some old black and white movie I could notice as I looked at the turned on TV just before turning it off, and somewhere in the middle of his sleep had had made himself more comfortable.

I moved closer to him, my head resting on his shoulder, my sleep-pliant flesh molded to his. I slept hugged to the front of his body feeling the heartbeat in his chest, nuzzled my nose into the soft skin of his neck. Automatically, his arm wrapped around my back and he buried his face in my hair, breathing deeply my clean, womanly smell. I couldn't stop a loving smile from forming over my lips as I felt his invluntarely moves.

It was so good to sleep with the familiar press of human flesh against my body. It hadn't been too long since I had slept like that, but it had been shamefully long since I had slept with someone I truly loved, someone I felt the way I did about him. I was surrounded entirely by him- the smell of male night-sweat, the soft rumbles of snores from his nose, the softness of his arms around me, unconsciously keeping me protected.

I smiled to myself. I couldn't stop feeling happy when I was with him, I couldn't stop all my feelings coming up to the front, showing fully. Every day we worked hard to save people, to find them and bring them back to their families, but sometimes we couldn't. We needed to see the worse and bad side of everyones, their dirty secrets, the wronge things they did and sometimes it affected us more them they should. It was impossible to not feel down seeing all the bed shit of the world and going home without being able to help anymore than just find the missing persons.

But the truth was that in the end, the only thing worth getting out of bed and engaging in the world for was love. I almost laughed at my stupidity, that the real answer to the emptiness that had plagued me for so many years had been literally under my nose.

MS-MS

I sneezed for the tenth time and brought one white tissue to my nose. "Damn cold." I muttered with my cold nasal sound voice. I made a ball of the tissue and threw it on the garbage can next to my desk. I had a light headache and the nausea kicking in wasn't helping matters. I sneezed again and one more time I had to use the tissue.

"Did you go see the doctor?"

I looked up startled by the sudden voice interrupting the calming silence. Martin had rested his side on my desk and was looking expectantly at me. "Yeah. I did. I made a few exames. I'm supposed to go see the results tomorrow. It's just the flu, you'll see."

"Well, I hope so, because this is getting ugly. You're worse each passing day."

"Thanks for cheering me up." I gave him a half hearted smile and he chuckled, then bent down to kiss the top of my head.

"I just want you to get better."

"I know..." I started to speak but just then the phone rang. He gave me a a smile and nodded his head as he walked away, giving me time alone to talk on the phone. "Spade"

"Hi, Samantha. It's Dr. Kelley."

"Oh, hey." I cringed at the sound of her voice. Well, you know, doctors didn't usually call with good news. And surely she hand't called just to say I have the flu because I'd go get the results of my exames tomorrow. Suddenly I started to feel nervous.

"You've got to stop using your pills."

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion as I tried to register her words. "What? Why?"

"You're pregnant, Samantha."

I am what.... Oh my God. The room suddenly lost its focus as I felt the blood drain from my face. My head started to spin and I placed a hand on the desk to steady myself. I ventured a glance over at Martin, who was thankfully absorbed in a conversation with Danny. Finding it difficult to catch my breath, I attempted to calm my voice but I wasn't too sucesful as I hear the shaky tone in it. "Are you sure? How's that possible?"

"I'm sure. We needed to make some safe blood tests to make sure you could take certain medicines and it was positive."

I took in a deep breath and swallowed hard as I casted a quick glance at Martin, still talking with Danny. I turned back to face my desk and lowered my voice even more, afraid that someone could hear me. "But I've been careful."

"Welcome to the one percent."

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TBC. So, two more chapters and I'm done with this! The last scene I just got the idea from a X Files fanfic, that had things similar. I just thought it would be cool to use it.

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