Okay, so this fic is only going to have a few more chapters. I had intended to make it longer and I was going to chuck in an accident for one of the characters (not telling who). But I've decided against it. Martha and Jack have already been through enough in this fic so I won't put them through anymore pain. They deserve some happiness. Also, I am starting to get sick of writing this fic. And I really want to start posting my next one soon. It's another J/M fic of course.

CHAPTER EIGHTY

When Martha and Jack arrived home with Laila, the others; the ones who stayed behind, practically swamped them. They were all full with kisses and cuddles, and nobody wanted to let Laila out of their sight.

Beth, Kit and Tasha had organized a late lunch and everybody sat down and they celebrated the return of the youngest family member. It was late afternoon by the time everybody went home and both Jack and Martha were exhausted. Neither of them had slept since Laila first went missing. But even with Laila now back they were both a bit nervous about going to sleep.

Martha and Jack were in their room lying down with Laila lying on the bed between them. They were playing with her tiny feet and hands, caressing her soft cheek. They couldn't seem to stop touching her. Martha was afraid that if she let Laila go; she'd disappear.

"I honestly thought we'd never get her back," Martha said to Jack.

"Well it doesn't matter anymore, because we did get her back," Jack started. "Everything is fine now. As long as the three of us are together; we'll be fine," he smiled across at Martha.

Martha nodded with a smile, but then started to frown. "Is she gone for good? Megan, I mean," she asked Jack.

"I don't think we have to worry about her anymore. She's going to be facing kidnapping charges and there's no way she'll be getting let off. I won't let that happen. She put us through hell and I won't let her get away with that," Jack began. "I'm not really sure what will happen to her; she could serve time in prison or maybe they'll put her somewhere where she can get help for her problems. I think it's safe to say that she has some sort of psychiatric problem," he explained.

"So she won't be hassling us again?" Martha wanted to know.

Jack shook his head. "I won't let her hurt us again. I promise," he answered.

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Martha sat at the edge of the bed. It was about one am in the morning and she still hadn't gone to sleep. She was looking over into her daughters crib; watching her sleep.

Martha was paranoid. She was so scared that somebody would come and take her away from them again while they slept. She'd checked the doors and the windows numerous amounts of times; making sure they were locked. She had even made Jack check them a couple of times, and Martha had even noticed Kit and Kim checking just before they went to bed.

"Martha," a voice whispered from beside her. She turned around to face Jack; he was now awake and sitting up. "What are you doing?" he asked her.

"I can't sleep Jack," Martha sighed. "I'm scared. I just can't sleep. I need to watch her at all times. Somebody could come along and take her. What if…..," she trailed off.

Jack wrapped an arm around Martha and pulled her towards him. "No one is going to take her. She's safe now," Jack reassured her.

"I can't help it," Martha exclaimed.

"I understand how you're feeling," Jack started. "But we have nothing to worry about. I told you earlier that I won't let anything hurt us ever again. And I intend to stick by that promise," he told Martha.

Martha nodded. She knew he was right. "Come on, lay down with me and go to sleep. I'll be right here next to you, and Laila will be fine," Jack said.

Martha smiled and lay back. Jack fell back down beside her and they pulled each other into a warm embrace. Jack gently brushed his lips across Martha's before she snuggled into his chest.

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Sorry it wasn't a very long one. Next one should be longer.

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