I stared side-eyed at Tucker and propped my elbow up on the kitchen table of the apartment that he and Jazz shared. My sister was still at work and, so, Tucker had no fear in putting the ring box on the table in front of me. I kept staring at it. I shouldn't have been surprised. It wasn't like we were kids anymore. Twenty-five was a perfectly reasonable fucking age to be asking your long-term girlfriend to marry you. I just wasn't ready for Jazz and Tucker to be that grown up yet because I knew that I was still lightyears behind in maturity. Fuck, Sam and I had barely started to live together and she was probably thinking of moving out, all because I couldn't keep her houseplants alive.

"I don't know, man," I said. "This feels like the kind of conversation you should be having with Dad."

"Jazz would kill me if I asked Jack for permission. She'd probably say 'no' because of it."

"Right, and asking her younger brother for permission is so much better."

"It's not, like, permission," Tucker said. "But you're my best friend. It'd be weird to do it without telling you."

"You know what sucks for you," I said, "besides the fact that you're going to be Mr. Jazz Fenton?"

Tucker's lips twitched. "What?"

"You're actually going to be my brother."

Tucker grinned. "Well, isn't that how we've always been?"

"True," I said, knocking my fist against his. "When are you going to do it?"

"Sometime on our trip. I figure that's romantic, right? New place, surrounded by friends …"

"I guess so. Don't give Sam any ideas," I warned him.

Tucker snorted. "Like anyone gives Sam ideas."

It was true. It was why I loved her and probably why she loved me. She didn't listen to any of the shit that anyone told her. Which was great most of the time and sucked when it was me she wasn't listening to.

"Do you have a day picked out?" I asked.

We were all going to New Orleans for a week. The occasion was supposed to be Gavin's birthday but it was more just to get away from real life for a while. Sam would have gone no matter what, to visit with Tara, Leslie, and her parents, but it was only by chance that Jazz, Tucker, and I had decided to go with her. Well, no, that wasn't true. I probably would have followed Sam around anyway. Even after all of these years, we found it hard to be apart from one another. We could, we'd done it, but we didn't like it, especially once night fell and we were alone. When she had first gone off to college, there had been countless nights where we had fallen asleep still on the phone with each other, just because we needed to be able to hear the sound of each other breathing.

"No, not really. Not when we land because we'll all be tired, not the day after because that's the party and who the fuck proposes at a kid's birthday party? We've got those down days in the middle, so I figure she and I will just … go to lunch or something like that and I'll do it there, when we can be alone."

"What? Don't want an audience?"

"Don't want her to feel like she has to say yes because of one."

I snorted. "Like Jazz would. Also, my sister loves you so much it makes me uncomfortable, so I really wouldn't worry about it, Tuck."

"I'm going to worry about it," he decided, and I laughed.

"All right. Well, good luck," I said. "And, I hope she does say yes."

"Thanks. Tell Sam 'hi' for me."

I gave him a salute and then disappeared, flying out the apartment window. I zipped along the street. Jazz and Tucker barely lived halfway across town from Sam and I, though, to my dismay, Jazz was planning on moving away from Amity once she was finished with her residency. It shouldn't surprise me and it wasn't like she was talking about leaving the state, I just didn't fucking like it. I liked having everyone around so that I could be creepy and peek in on them, even though there was no danger and I had cut my visits to Vlad's cell down to once a month. Walker still rolled his eyes when he saw me but we had entered a truce and he was actually kind of a helpful partner. He gave me a chance to focus on my human life by reining in the young ghosts that were getting out of hand. After they had spent a while stewing in the jail and not become too strong, I would come in and try to get them to cross over. Most of the time it worked. Most of the time, there was no need for me.

Not that I spent too long away from the paranormal. I was working with Mom and Dad, tinkering with things and testing gadgets on my ghostly self, even though Mom freaked when I did it and Sam always yelled at me. Just because Amity was mostly safe didn't mean that the rest of the world was and FentonWorks was going global. It was now considered the number one place to get the best and new ghost hunting equipment and demands were up the ass. It meant that we had to keep creating better and new things and that we couldn't fall behind. I wasn't going to let them fall behind.

I sidled into our apartment. Sam was curled on the couch, drawing absently on her tablet. She was probably working on her newest eco-friendly house design. She stayed pretty busy too but, since my hours were definitely more flexible and she could work from home a lot, it wasn't like we never saw one another. I became tangible and sat on her feet. To her credit, Sam didn't even jump when I appeared in front of her. I wasn't able to scare her anymore. She always said that she felt the air change when I was in a room.

"How's Tuck?"

"Tuck's good. He's … making some life changes."

"Did he finally buy Jazz a ring?" Sam asked. "She's been wondering."

"You can't tell her."

A satisfied grin slid across her face. "When we go home?"

"I thought this was home."

"You know what I meant."

"Yeah," I said, though I wasn't sure if I did. I knew she loved it in Amity but she went to New Orleans at least five or six times a year, especially once her parents had moved back. Sometimes I wondered if she'd ever ask me to leave Amity, really leave, not like on the trips that she liked to plan. We'd been to Egypt, India, Italy, Greece, Spain, and I was happy to follow her anywhere as long as I was able to come home to Amity afterward. It was Amity that I belonged in. "And, yeah, that's when."

"I was hoping he would."

Sam tapped on her tablet and then shoved it to the side, digging her toes further underneath of my thighs and reaching for my hands.

"What'd you do today?"

"Played with different concentrations of ectoplasm in the lab," I groaned. "It was boring."

"So, you skipped out and went on a date with Tucker?"

"It wasn't a date. We just stayed in at his place."

Sam laughed and reached for me. I flipped on my back, my head resting on her stomach, and my body between her legs. She brushed my messy hair out of my eyes.

"Oh, just so you know, we got Gavin a train set for his birthday. He's apparently been bothering Leslie for this specific one."

"Cool. Got it down." I grinned. "Why haven't you kissed me yet?"

"Distracted." Her fingers touched my cheeks.

"I'm too hot for you to handle, I get it."

Sam laughed. "That and … Oh, Danny, you can see it from this angle."

I tried not to let her see my eye roll. "Scars aren't going away, Sam. You can't do this every time you see it."

"It still makes my stomach hurt. It still makes me think that I'm not really over it and, then, what? It's … it's close-ish to being ten years and, so, what makes me think that I'll be okay when we actually hit ten? Twenty? Sometimes it still hurts."

"I know." I'd heard her nightmares like she heard mine. We held each other's pain, listened to each other cry. But it was my downfall that I thought that she had really been moving on because she hadn't spoken of the cell of the imprisonment for a very long time. "Do you want to talk about it all again?"

"What kind of a person does it make me that I'm still carrying this inside?" she asked, glancing away from my face, even though I could do nothing but watch her.

"You're Sam. You're beautiful and wonderful and kind and sweet and passionate and exciting and driven and it's all good things. It really hurt us and the fact that you're still healing isn't a poisonous thing. You're still amazing." I grabbed her hand. "What brought all this back?"

"Mom carried around things. Things that made her a distant mom who didn't try to understand me, sometimes, and who didn't really see me half the time. I … I don't want to be that person who can only see themselves."

"Sam, you're definitely not. And what's your mom got to do with it?"

"You don't answer your phone."

I rolled my eyes. "Now I'm really fucking lost."

Sam's fingers were in my hair again. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"We haven't talked much about, like, a life plan."

"Jazz needs a life plan. We need a dinner plan. Come on. I love you, you love me. When it seems right, things will happen. Why? Do you want to make a life plan?"

It sounded like the most boring way to possible spend an evening but, whatever. If it made her happy. Sam and I were just going to be together. I didn't know how to look further than that. I'd never thought that I'd had to.

"Do you think Tucker and Jazz are young to get married?"

"Nah. Not if they want to. I mean, I guess the way I always thought about it was after mid-twenties, you're probably who you are and so if someone can put up with that shit, then they're probably always going to be able to put up with that shit but, who knows? I'm probably really fucking wrong."

"I like putting up with your shit … most of the time."

"Thanks," I said. "I really love putting up with your shit."

Sam bit down on her lip. "Um, we … kind of did something."

"What? Did we leave the milk on the counter this morning?"

"Uh, something a little more permanent than that," she mused. "And I'm holding you to that 'when it seems right, things will happen' nonsense."

"All right, fine." An idea was growing in my mind and I tried not to say anything. What if I was wrong? I didn't want to get excited if I was wrong.

"I peed on a stick today –"

"Like a random stick or a pregnancy stick?" I asked, unable to keep my grin off my face. I was right!

"Like a pregnancy stick!" Sam said, laughing and swatting at my shoulder.

"Are we going to have a baby?" I asked her.

She nodded. "I'm gonna have your baby."

I sat up, leaning over her so that I could kiss her. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Are you happy?"

"Fucking ecstatic," I said. "We're going to have a baby! Aren't you happy?"

She nodded quickly, her head bobbling up and down. "I didn't know I wanted a baby yet but I … I want this baby."

"Well, we're going to have it." I kissed her jawline and then her collarbone, all the way down to her stomach. "Hi, baby, we know you're in there. You should be so excited. You've got kickass parents."

"No swearing around the baby!" Sam said, though she was laughing.

"Aw, come on, he doesn't know any better yet!"

"She."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

"Do you think the baby will have ghost powers?" Sam asked.

I laughed and then my face fell. "Oh, god, an invisible baby? No way. No way. We're not hated by the universe that fucking much."

"What if it comes out invisible?" Sam asked and we both cracked up.

"He'll come out perfect."

"She."

I stretched out along the couch beside her, wrapping my arms around me. "Whatever."

Sam cuddled into my and I ran my fingers over her stomach. There was no hint of a baby bump, no hint of the life that we knew was there, but just holding her and thinking of that, I finally felt every single piece of my life fall together. I had her and she had me and we loved each other.

There was nothing better than that.

Finally, the last chapter of Superman! As per usual with this series, there is a follow-up one-shot that will be coming out next Wednesday!

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