A/N: Thanks to everyone's reviews, I'm back for one last chapter lol. Hopefully this chapter will make sense, though I haven't really planned. Plus, I just realized that Sam's niece has the same name as Martin's cousin… but oh well! This chapter is probably going to be quite short, sorry!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it… not a sausage… zilch!
As she watched her sister laughing on the phone, Samantha smiled, realizing just how lucky she was. Lucky to have friends who arranged surprises like this, lucky to be auntie to a beautiful kid like Ava, lucky to be dating Martin, even lucky to be 30! She'd completely forgotten about the argument Martin and she had had, and didn't flinch at the fact that he had her arm around her shoulders, and that everyone could see.
"You look cold," He murmured, slipping her jacket over the top of her work blouse,
"I was… thanks,"
Ava began to stir on her auntie's lap, and opened one sparkling green eye, looking up at Samantha. Grinning, Sam helped the little girl to sit up, running a hand through the child's blonde curls. Ava yawned. I guess it has been a long day, Sam thought, holding out her niece's sweater whilst she stuck a skinny arm through the hole… the wrong hole. Laughing, Martin gently pulled Ava's arm out of the hole for her head, and back into the sleeve.
"Thanks Uncle Marty," She'd said it before Sam could stop herself, a huge grin spread across her face.
"I like your badge Auntie Samantha, what does it say?"
Whilst Sam explained what was on her FBI badge, Martin stood up and crossed over to where Bree had just hung up the phone. She was looking across to her sister, watching with a beaming face.
"I wish we didn't have to go back to Australia,"
Martin nodded, "She's going to miss you guys,"
"I promised I wouldn't stay over here too long though, Clarke will go mad if I leave Harry with him much longer though," She sighed, "We'll have to visit again, when Harry's a little older. He's too young to come all this way,"
Martin moved his eyes from the happy scene going on in front of him, and back to Breanna. Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she was keeping them back, sniffing every so often, "I know she'd like that,"
"Who would?"
Bree and Martin turned at the same time to see Samantha stood behind them, Ava in her arms, a sleepy look across the 4-year-old's face. Taking her daughter from Sam, Breanna walked away, leaving the couple alone. But not for long.
"Sam, Martin, I just wanted to say how happy I am that you guys are together, cause hey I care about you both a lot, and I've never seen you happier than when you're together," Danny squeezed in between them, an arm round each of his friends.
"Ummm thanks Danny…"
She waited for Danny to leave before turning to Martin, "You told them didn't you? How could you Martin!"
"I… I didn't… they guessed… I swear,"
Strangely, now that their secret was revealed, and all her friends had assured her that they weren't going to say a word, Sam felt much better than before when she had had to hide the fact that she was happy. It had been different when she was 'with' Jack, it was frowned upon and it'd been awful it had gotten out. This also could have a bad effect on Sam's job if it got out, but at least everyone was glad for them, even Jack.
"They are staying for a week, in a hotel downtown," Sam explained, sitting almost on Martin's lap in the back of a cab.
He studied her face, "You're really going to miss them when they go, aren't you?"
Nodding, Sam snuggled into Martin, not wanting to discus her sister and niece's leaving just yet. She didn't know when they were going to go exactly, or when they'd be back, but she did know one thing; that she was going to miss them more than she could ever imagine. Not knowing that Ava was even born had been bad enough, but that way she hadn't been missing her, just missing Beech, but now it was worse.
"Marty,"
"Yes Spud?" He chuckled, remembering Sam's slightly odd nickname.
"Thank you,"
"For what? I didn't do all of this you know, Danny and Viv helped and Jack…"
Sam placed a hand on his mouth, "Shhh,"
He did as she said, kissing the top of her head, both of them closing their eyes. It may have been the best birthday ever, but Sam was looking forward to the best sleep ever, she was pooped out from all that partying and excitement. Ready for the short journey back to her house, Sam fell asleep in Martin's arms, the fact that she'd just turned 30 a complete blur to her.
THE END
