Love and Marriage
Chapter Fifty-Seven
The next day seemed to drag on forever for Sam since it was her last day in White Collar and also the fact that she was anxious to take the pregnancy test that she had bought on her lunch break. While she had debated with herself about taking the test at work, she quickly decided against that. There were too many chances and opportunities for other people to accidentally stumble across her while she was taking the test and she wanted to keep this quiet.
Her co-workers had been told about her transfer this morning before they started with their individual paperwork. To her surprise, her co-workers all expressed sadness to her about her departure from the team. They told her that they would miss her and that they wanted her to keep in touch. That would have meant more to her if it wasn't all phony.
But she knew that her co-workers didn't really care about her or that she was leaving. In fact, they were probably overjoyed to see her go. Maybe now they could find someone that would fit in better with them.
She did know of a few people at work that truly would be sad to see her go. By now, she was sure that Viv and Jack knew she was leaving. Even if Martin hasn't told them, Danny probably has. He's always been notorious for spreading news around. He wasn't necessarily a gossip though. He just couldn't keep a secret—especially if it was about her and Martin. She knew from prior experience not to tell Danny any kind of important news if you don't want your friends to know about it before you get a chance to tell them yourself.
Danny walked into the bullpen on a Monday morning and saw Martin and Sam. They were huddled together and talking softly. "So how are the lovebirds today?"
"Fine." They both looked over at him. Both were wearing goofy grins on their faces.
Danny noticed the goofy grins and smirked. They were either up to something or something was going on, and he was determined to know what it was. "Alright. What's going on?"
"What do you mean?" Martin asked, playing it off as if he didn't know what Danny was talking about.
"You guys look really happy and are acting weird." Danny noted. "Something's going on. I think you should tell me what it is."
Martin and Sam looked at each other again, silently debating whether or not to tell him that they had gotten engaged over the weekend. Originally they had decided to wait and tell the whole team about their engagement. But Jack was in a meeting with Van Doren and Viv was running late, leaving Danny as the only team member there right now. After communicating using only facial expressions, Sam turned to Danny. "Well we wanted to tell everyone at the same time, but since you're here and they're not, we'll tell you. But you have to promise not to tell anyone. We want this to be a surprise that we spring on Viv and Jack."
"Ok." He promised. If they were making him promise, it had to be something juicy and he couldn't wait to find out what their news was.
"Swear you won't tell." Martin interjected.
"Ooh, it must be rally juicy and important if I have to swear!" Danny exclaimed.
"Just swear it!" Martin repeated.
"Ok, ok, ok." Danny held up his hands in mock defeat. "I swear."
"Good." Sam smiled. Her left hand had been concealed because she was standing with her arms crossed. So she uncrossed her arms and stuck out her left hand towards Danny. "Notice anything different?"
Danny's eyes widened immediately at the sight of the diamond ring that now rested on her finger. "Are you serious?" He exclaimed happily. "Is this for real?"
"Oh believe me, it's for real." Sam laughed.
"I can't believe it!" Danny smirked.
"Well believe it." Martin told him. "Because I'm counting on you to be my best man."
"I'd love to." Danny nodded, still not over the shock. He was amazed that Martin had actually gotten Sam to agree to marriage. There were times when he doubted that Sam wanted that kind of commitment with anyone. But they looked happy together and that's all he ever wanted for them. He first hugged Sam and then embraced Martin. "You guys, this is great news!"
"We think so too." Sam smiled as Martin wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
"What's good news?" Jack asked, approaching the bullpen with Vivian right behind him.
Without thinking, Danny said, "Martin and Sam are getting married!"
"Danny!" Martin and Sam both yelled at the same time. Martin lightly punched his arm, while Sam smacked him up the side of the head.
"Oops." Danny winced. He suddenly remembered that he wasn't supposed to tell anyone because they wanted to be the ones to announce their engagement. "Sorry guys."
She smiled at that memory. Viv and Jack were very happy for them and they all shared hugs and congratulations after Danny's outburst. It was a good time and remembering that made her start to miss them already. Her phone started ringing so she picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hey there." Martin greeted.
"Hey." She greeted back, picking up a nearby pen and nervously tapping it on some papers that were lying around.
"Are you busy right now?" He asked.
"I'm supposed to be." She confessed. "I'm supposed to be doing some paperwork, but I'm not."
He chuckled at her apparent lack of work. "Are you playing solitaire again?"
"Not this time." She corrected him. "This time I'm just staring into space."
"Well can you spare a few minutes?"
"Is something wrong?" She wondered aloud.
"No. Nothing's wrong. I just would like to see you." He told her.
She stopped tapping the pen and the wheels in her mind started to turn as she wondered why he wanted to see her right now. "Ok." She relented.
"Good. Can you come down here and meet me in the break room?" He asked. "I want to get some coffee and I'll just wait for you there if that's ok."
"Ok." She agreed. "I'll be right there."
"Great." He enthusiastically replied. "I'll see you in a few minutes then."
Sam hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment. Martin sounded really happy on the phone and she wondered what had happened to put him in such a good mood. Well there was only one way to find out. She got up from her desk and headed for the elevator.
