Author's note: This is the final chapter, it's a bit short, but i think it sumed up the story. And sorry ifI totally screwed it up, but I'm writing this at midnight. Thanks to everyone for the AMAZING reviews, i probably wouldn't have finished the story with you guys:) I'm working on a few more stories, so they should start to be posted in a few weeks. Long live the Smarty love! Fairygurl
"Santa came!" Cecilia said as she jumped on her parent's bed. "Wake up! Presents!" Cecilia jumped off the bed and ran into the living room.
"It's sad what Christmas means to kids these days." Martin said as he and Samantha sat up.
"It's six in the morning." Samantha attempted to open her eyes.
"Want me to get the coffee?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?"
"Okay," Martin leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "Do you want me to get him up or should you?"
"I got it," Sam glanced over at the baby monitor. "It's nice that he's finally sleeping though the night."
Ryan Fitzgerald was four months old and was fitting in perfectly with the family. Cecilia, now six, had several friends in the first grade and almost completely forgot about the incident a year and a half ago. Samantha and Martin had been married for a little over a year.
"Let me guess: 2.2, white picket fence, golden retriever." They almost had that: Cecilia had her heart set on getting a dog, but golden retrievers scared her so she wanted a smaller dog. And Samantha was still convinced white picket fences were a conspiracy for brainwashing; Martin told her that his X-Files fascination rubbed off on her. She did agree that she was beginning to understand the show and why people had been obsessed with it for years, but no way was she going to name her son Fox.
Martin realized he couldn't make up for the lost time, the five years he spent wishing he could hand in his badge and gun and hop a plane to New York. But fate is a funny thing. Maybe if Martin had come home early, he wouldn't have realized how much he loved Samantha. Or Samantha wouldn't realize how much she needed Martin. Samantha never imagined herself like this, a wife and mother of two living in suburbia. But she was the happiest she'd ever been. She remembered the day Martin left, and the day he finally came back. And looking back on it, she wouldn't change anything. Because even after five years of being apart, she had found herself right where she always belonged: in Martin's arms.