iBelieve this is it
(Freddie's POV)
(3 days later)
I was an absolute wreck on the inside. People couldn't tell from the inside because I'm very good at hiding my feelings from the outside world. Heck, I did it when Claire died.
Sam was leaving today. Something told me to stop her, but another part of me told myself to let her go.
Our pathes would cross again, right? They already have this many times. But all the way in Paris? I don't think so. What time was it? I looked at my watch. 5:42 PM. Sam's flight was in an hour. If I left now, I could stop her. But that's silly. Her future, her destiny is in Paris. That restraunt made her a successful and somewhat, wealthy woman. She wouldn't just throw that all away for me. Especially all the hell we've cause each other our whole relationship. I looked at my watch again. It's now or never. My eyes went straight to my coat.
"Well." I thought out loud. "I guess it's now." I said as I headed out the door.
...
I ran inside the airport, literally sprinting until I got up to the front desk. Whoa, Benson, you really need to start running more. I stood at the desk, out of breath and ready to pass out.
"Sir, are you alright?" One of the receptionists asked from behind the counter.
"I'm f-...I'm fi-...I'm fine. D-do you know where S-S-Sam Puckett is?"
"What flight is she on?"
"Flight 239 to Paris. When does it leave?"
"They're about to board-"
"Thanks!" I cut her off and darted in the direction of the gates. I dove through crowds of people until I got to the gate.
Was I too late?
Nope. I saw Sam in line, about to hand her ticket to the flight attendant. Her bags sitting next to her as she ruffled to get her passport. I ran towards her.
"Sam! Stop! Don't go!" She stopped looking for her passport and turned in my direction.
"Freddie? What the hell are you doing here?"
"Just let me explain!" I struggled to catch my breath once more. When I regained focus, I began to speak.
"Please don't go. I love you. So so much. No, scratch that. I'm in love with you, Sam. I always have and I always will. Please, you can stay in Tulsa with me. Me, you and little Sam can live a happy life!"
"Freddie...I'm sorry but, I can't. I just can't. I'm so sorry." She handed her passport and ticket to the flight attendant before dissapearing from my sight and heading onto the plane.
...
I trudged home in the rain. Not even bothering to take a cab back home. A good 2 hour walk is what I needed to cool down from that whole situation.
Maybe it was a good thing she got on the plane. Possibly, we weren't meant to be. She'll be living it up in Paris with some rich French guy and little Sam and I'll be stuck here, alone once again, and be a hermit for the rest of my life. Throwing my keys on the coffee table, I checked my messages on my answering machine. I sat on the couch at the thing beeped. Indicating that I had a new message.
"Hi Freddie, it's me." It was Sam's voice. "I just got back on the plane. And I just feel awful. That is so not how I wanted things to end with us. It's just that I wasn't expecting to see you and all of a sudden you were there and saying all of these things and I'm just, sitting here. Thinking of all the stuff that I should've said and I didn't. I didn't even get to tell you that I love you too. Because of course I do. I love you...I love you." She kept repeating it.
"What am I doing? I love you. I've gotta see you. I've gotta get off this plane."
"Oh my god." I gasped.
"Excuse me." She called the flight attendant over. The flight attendant and her kept bantering about letting her off the plane.
"Miss, I can't let you off the plane." The flight atendant said.
"Let her off the plane!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Knowing, of course, that they couldn't actually hear me.
"Please Miss, you don't understand!" Sam pleaded.
"Try an understand!" I blurted again.
"Oh come on miss. Isn't there any way you can just let me off the-" The machine beeped and ended the message.
"NO!" I yelled. I leaped up to fast-forward the tape while muttering to myself 'did she get off the plane?'
"I got off the plane." This voice said behind me. I turned around. There she was.
"You got off the plane." I echoed.
She nodded. We both stood there in awe before I ran over, cupping her cheeks in my hand and giving her the most passionate kiss ever.
"I do love you." She said as her voice began to crack.
"I love you too and I'm never letting you go again."
"Ok, because this is where I wanna be. Ok, no more messin' around. I don't wanna mess this up again."
"Me either. We-We're done being stupid."
"Ok, it's you and me, alright? This is it."
"This is it."
And it was...
...
(Epilogue)
(2 years later)
"One more push, Sam!" The doctor announced as Sam groaned once more. Gripping my hand as tight as she possibly could. Trying my best not to pass out from the extreme pain in my hand, I gripped the side of the bed and kept encouraging her to push harder. As a cry filled the room, I looked over at Sam and kissed her forehead as they cleaned the baby up.
After Sam came back from the plane, we agreed to never be apart again. She gave the opening of Puckett's pit in Paris to Huuang. Eric went with her since they were dating. Yeah, Eric and Huuang. Who knew?
About 1 month after she was back, I proposed to Sam. She said yes of course. We got married about a year later in a chapel near Seattle next to the park where we first met. Just like Little Sam predicted. She brought Oliver too. They were 'dating' now. So cute. Our wedding night was filled with antics (including her mom getting arrested, again, and my mom getting drunk and trying to seduce Spencer.) We had a special toast for Carly and Gibby, who we were sure were up in heaven. Smiling and shining down on us. Our wedding song is actually a cover of the song "Need to be next to you" by Sara Evans that Carly did during the senior year of high school.
Sam found out she was pregnant 7 months after we were married and well...here we are today. The nurse brought over the little bundle of joy. Sam scooted over so I could lay on the bed with her and the baby.
"What it is?" Sam asked the nurse. The nurse told me as they brought her over.
"A girl." I said. Sam looked at me then the baby. I smiled at them both.
"Hi baby girl." She cooed. "Isn't this great Freddie? Now we have a daughter."
"Don't you mean 2?" I said as she handed the baby over to me. I cradled her in my arms before looking over at Sam. Her mouth formed an 'O' shape and she layed there speechless.
"How did you know?"
"Are you kidding me? She's like your twin, well, 'cept her eyes. Those are mine 100%. She's gorgeous. I'm a smart cookie, Puckett. Don't underestimate me and my ways."
"Benson, actually." She corrected me and smirked.
"Well, whatever. Were you never going to tell me?"
"I guess not."
"What about little Sam? When are you going to tell her?"
"Probably when she's older and she can understand it better."
"Sam, this whole little Sam being my daughter thing's why I got drunk that one night and...did what I did. I was scared of being a dad. I was even more scared that you'd never forive me for moving then"
"Freddie, that's why I never told you. You wouldn't have moved and you wouldn't be successful."
"But I'd rather be with my beautiful wife and our children." I said in a babyish voice. Sam facepalmed herself as I chuckled. The baby giggled with me, which made me laugh harder.
"What are we gonna name little Miss Giggles over here?" I asked as the baby wrapped her hand around my finger.
"Hmmm.." Sam took her back from me. "How about Claire?"
"Sam, you don't have to..."
"Well, it's either Claire or Shaquiqui."
"Claire sounds nice." I chuckled at her obvious joke.
"How about Claire Carlotta?"
"Claire Carlotta..." The baby giggled as Sam said the name. "I think she likes it."
"What if I said I wanted Shaquiqui instead?" I pondered out loud.
"Well, I would've done this!" She punched my arm, hard. For someone who just gave birth after 26 hours of labor and was holding a baby, she sure was strong. I let out a yelp then laughed. Neither of us has changed ever since we were kids.
The nurse knocked on the door and brought in some flowers. Lillies to be exact.
"Mr and Mrs Benson? These are for you. I didn't catch the name of the young lady who sent them. She said she had to 'get back up there before the lord banished her to hell' or something like that." Sam looked at me, bewildered-like as the nurse exited the room after putting the lillies by the bed. All I did was look up at the sky. I knew who sent them.
Thanks Claire and Carly. I love you guys. I thought.
Looking over, I saw Sam had fallen asleep with Claire in her arms. I looked up once more, gave a little half-smile and blew a kiss up to heaven.
...
Lives end and begin everyday. Life goes on. And most importantly...your loved ones, even from up above, will always have your back. Even in your darkest moments.
Do I believe in miracles and signs? Yes. Why? Because if I didn't
This wouldn't be happening. Sam and I? Through this whole think, I realized something.
We're not Ross and Rachel
We're Sam and Freddie.
And that's who we'll be
'Til death do up 'part.