Because many of you seemed to think an epilogue would be a good idea, and because I absolutely love writing these two, I have decided to do one final chapter as a sort of farewell/tribute thing :) Enjoy and please review! X

"Samantha, allow me to do my job!"

"I would if you did it properly!"

"I am perfectly capable of doing this on my own. Why are you even here?"

"Because I knew that I could do it better than you!"

Noel smiled to himself, unperturbed by the raised voices inside one of the cubicles. The entire team had long since realised that interfering in the Keoghs marriage was not to be advised – they usually sorted it out in the end.

"Right, that is it. Get out. Get out, Sam. Now!"

The receptionist glanced sideways to see a flushed and irate Sam marching off towards his desk, where she grabbed a patient's file and pretended to flick through it. Stifling a laugh, Noel continued about his business, fully aware that the show hadn't even started yet. If nothing else, Sam and Dylan certainly entertained those milling around the ED so early in the morning.

Dr Keogh returned to his patient, growling something unintelligible under his breath as he began stitching up the gaping wound on a rather nervous looking patient. Almost seven months since he and Sam had finally reconciled, and they were already bickering like crazy. Nothing out of the ordinary then, he thought as he looped the thread into a knot and snipped the end with his scissors.

"Very neat," he commented as though trying to convince himself that he was just as good as his skilled wife.

"That's a matter of opinion."

He sighed and turned his head to see her leaning over his shoulder, looking rather unimpressed at his handiwork.

"There is nothing wrong with it," he replied with just a hint of annoyance in his tone. How did she manage to get under his skin so easily?

Sam moved him aside to take a closer look and then shrugged. "It's not bad."

Dylan watched her smile sweetly at the patient and then at him before sidling back out of the cubicle, fully aware that she had just insulted him, no matter how subtle it had been. He placed the needle carefully back in the tray, exited the cubicle and yanked the curtain round. He didn't want anyone witnessing yet another domestic between him and his wife.

She was back at the reception desk, realigning the files in an orderly fashion and whistling quietly to herself. His eyes travelled along her slender neck, the gentle slope of her back and the curves of her waist and hips. Even when they were rowing, he was still completely under her spell. She was beautiful.

Shaking the thought from his mind, he marched over to stand beside her, their arms just touching as he tried to sort out the mess she was making of the files.

"I can do this, Dylan. Go find another patient."

"Why don't you let me do this, and you go find another patient," he replied rather childishly, attempting to take another file but had his hand slapped instead.

"Because I was here first," Sam countered, smiling at him teasingly.

Dylan simply sighed and took a step back to look at her properly. "How long till I get rid of you, then?"

She laughed and punched him lightly on the arm. "Another three weeks, darling. I know you're going to miss me terribly."

"What gave you that idea?" he asked, but a smile was already tugging at his lips as she shuffled forwards, stretching up on her tiptoes to look him in the eye.

"You'll have no one to correct your shoddy needlework, for a start," she said quietly, kissing him quickly before he had a chance to deny the accusation. He rested a hand on her cheek, deepening the kiss for a second before breaking away, knowing this was neither the time nor the place to make up properly.

"I don't think you want to get on the wrong side of me, Dr Keogh, considering I'm the one who'll be bringing home a wage while you put your feet up," he teased, chuckling as she glared at him.

"I would happily trade places with you if I could. I'm going to be so bored for two whole months!"

He shook his head. "No more stress. Listen to your very own, personal doctor," he replied, his hand now gently rubbing the side of her protruding stomach.

Sam sighed and placed her hand on top of his, before giggling when they both felt a kick. "I think he agrees."

"Of course he does. He knows his father is always right," Dylan said matter-of-factly, avoiding another punch with a quick sideways step.

"I want two strawberry cheesecakes for that remark!" she called after him as he tried to sneak off down to the end cubicles.

He turned, gave her a quick wink and then blew her a kiss, watching as she caught it with a small smile. He glanced at her one last time, unable to understand why this strong, beautiful woman had decided to stay with him, before disappearing inside the cubicle.

Noel watched as the young, female doctor rubbed her stomach gently and then turned to continue with her work. He thought about commenting on how well she looked, or ask about the baby, but in the end he chose a far simpler comment instead.

"You look happy, Sam."

She lifted her head, a little disorientated after being submerged in her own little world, and then gave him a grateful smile which he gladly returned.

"I am, Noel. I really am."

I am now 99% sure this is the end, though you've twisted my arm once so I'm sure you could do it again ;) However, I have at least 3 other fics involving these two which I would love to get started on, so there will be plenty more Sam/Dylan popping up soon! Thanks for all your lovely reviews, alerts, favourites etc. and I hope you enjoyed this final instalment x