Title: Scenes from a Courtship
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just playing.
Summary: A series of scenes from Sam and Martin's relationship. In the same universe as "A Long Weekend."
Rating: If you are old enough to use the internet you are old enough to read this.
I Love You
It was a Saturday morning, Sam slipped out of bed quietly to avoid waking Martin. He and Danny had been following a lead in upstate New York and got in very late so she didn't want to wake him. She was thrilled with the fact that even though it was very late he had Danny drop him off at her place so he could sleep beside her. Just sleep, nothing else. He was too exhausted to do more than kiss her and fall right to sleep, but he wanted to be there beside her and she wanted him there.
Sam went into the kitchen to see if she could scrape together breakfast for when he woke up. She discovered that she had the ingredients for pancakes, plus she had fresh strawberries and canned whipped cream too. Granted she had had other plans for the berries and whipped cream, which work had interfered with, but this seemed like second best. She did stop and smile, letting her mind wander to what it might have been like if things had come off as planned and made a mental note to buy more berries and whipped cream.
All of a sudden, Sam's thoughts gelled into one conclusion. "I love him," she thought to herself. "I love him in a way; I've never loved anyone before. I have to tell him," the voice in her head said.
Pondering her revelation, Sam realized that never before would she have wanted any of the men in her life to bother coming by so very late at night just to sleep beside her. Never had they inspired her to cook breakfast with supplies she had originally bought for erotic bedroom games. Never had she admitted to be willing to consider having a family. Never before had she day dreamed about a little girl with her father's eyes and her mother's long blond hair or a little boy with his father's smile and dimples. She had fallen hard for Martin Fitzgerald.
Sam mixed up pancake batter. She sliced the strawberries. She set the table using the nicest things she could find. She looked at the clock and decided it was safe to start cooking. She started the bacon and poured pancake batter into the skillet.
Just as the bacon was finishing and the first couple pancakes where ready, a still sleepy looking Martin with adorable bed head, wandered into the kitchen in boxers and a t-shirt.
"Good morning, Sam. What is the occasion that warrants you making pancakes, strawberries, and bacon?" said Martin while he came up behind her and kissed her neck.
"Because I love you," said Sam. She hadn't meant to come right out with that. Sam started babbling, "It's too soon, I shouldn't have sprung that on you, I didn't plan to say it."
Martin pulled her even closer to him and said. "Shh, I love you too. I've been waiting to let you say it first because I didn't want to scare you off. He reassured her smiling brightly showing off his dimples.
Sam breathed a sigh of relief and replied somewhat shakily, "I'm so glad because I've never said that to anyone before."
"I know and I'm honored," replied Martin. Sensing Sam still need a little bit of time to pull herself together, he said "let's eat this 'I love you breakfast' while it's hot and we can talk more later."
They ate. They chatted. Then Martin suggested that adjourn to the bedroom so he could show her exactly how much he loved her. And they did.