It was a quarter to five when Martin opened the door. The house was fairly dark, and Martin thought that maybe they had left already. Then, Cecilia came into the living room pulling a duffel bag. "Hi. Do you need help with that?" Cecilia shook her head, "no, I've got it. Carrie and her mom should be here soon. Carrie is my friend. I'm staying at her house with weekend."

"Weekend? I thought it was just tonight?"

"No, it's for her birthday. We're going to go to a hotel with a water park in it."

"That sounds like fun."

"Yea. They're here. Bye Mom!" Martin could hear Samantha softly saying 'Goodbye.' to her daughter. Martin leaned over and hugged his daughter. "I'll see you when you get back."

"Okay. Bye dad!" Cecilia carried her bag to the minivan and climbed in. Martin closed the door and walked toward the back of the house where he had heard Samantha earlier.

"Sam?" He opened her bedroom door and saw Sam sitting on the bed. "Cecilia left."

"I know."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Martin walked toward her bed. Samantha just sighed. Martin sat down next to her. "You can tell me."

"Did you find an apartment yet?"

"No, I haven't really looked yet. Do you want me to?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you want me to look for an apartment?" Samantha leaned into Marty.

"No." That didn't really seem surprising for Martin, but he was relieved that she had said that.

"I don't want to either." Martin put his arms around Samantha and pulled her closer.

"Sam. I'm not going anywhere."

"I know you aren't. You shouldn't have even gone in the first place. They could have found someone else."

"We can't do anything about that now."

Samantha curled up in Martin's arms; she wanted that moment to last forever.

"What do we do now? I mean, now that you're back. We can't just start off where we left off, things aren't that easy."

"We could make it easy," Martin smiled, "What do you want, Sam?"

"I want you to stay here. With us."

"Then I'll stay here." Samantha smiled at Martin's answer. So much had changed within the past five years, but Samantha still felt the same about Martin. She still loved him after all those years. She had been angry at him for leaving at first, but she understood he didn't really have a choice, and she had to stay calm for her coming baby.

"I couldn't find your number in Denver." Martin was confused, "What?"

"When I first found out I was pregnant, I tried to call you and tell you. But I couldn't find your number." That explained a lot to Martin, the way Samantha seemed guilty for not telling him, she felt bad she couldn't find him.

"I wanted to tell you. I knew…I knew you'd be happy. And I knew you'd want to come back. I really wanted you to come back. I just couldn't find you."

"I would have come back," Martin paused, "Did you ask Jack?"

Samantha sighed, "I didn't want him involved."

"Oh." Martin opened his mouth to say more, but Samantha cuddled into his arms more and her breathing got deeper. She was asleep. Martin kissed her head and pulled a nearby blanket around them. In a matter of minutes, Martin was asleep also.