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Silence descended once more in the room. During the process of telling her story Sam had moved out of Martin's warm clasp and now she was sat at the bottom of the bed, arms wrapped tightly around her knees.
"I don't quite know what to say, I never would have guessed. I can't believe you haven't mention any of this before." Martin said, finally.
"I haven't told anyone before, at least no-one in New York or in the FBI."
"Not even Jack?"
"Not even Jack," she replied.
"Why me? Why are you telling me your secret," he asked.
"Because if I can't tell the man I love who can I tell?" She turned to look at him and he stared deep into her solemn brown eyes.
"Love", he thought, "she loved him, this was the moment he had been waiting for ever since they had first started dating, and here he was glued to the spot with nearly two metres of empty bed between them." He shuffled down the bed and placed his arms around her shoulders. She leaned back and buried her head in his neck and he could feel her silent tears on his skin.
"Is this reason you're so against having kids, you're scared it'll happened again?" He asked.
"I just can't love a child that much only to have it snatched away from me again."
"But the chances of it happening again are so small, they must be almost insignificant."
"I suppose so, I never thought it through properly." She gazed off into the middle distance and the two sat in contemplative silence.
"So maybe, possibly, it may be feasible that in the far distant future you might consider having another child?"
"Maybe." She looked up into his eyes and smiled.
The End.
Author's note: So there it is, finally finished. I promised some fluff and I always keep my promises. I even might write a lovely christmasy fluffy thing but it's gonna have to wait until at least the end of the week coz I've got college and pretend revision to do.
Thanks for the great reviews please write some more coz they're really encouraging.