It's almost finished!
"Did you have fun?" Freddie asks, taking a sip from his coffee mug.
The woman sitting before him grins. "Yes, a lot of fun."
"Good," Freddie smiles.
"So, what do you need help with, babe?"
"I need a ring."
"What kind of ring?" the woman rests her elbows on the café table and leans forward.
"Diamond."
Freddie's lunch companion purses her pink lips and back in her chair, running a hand through her long, straight hair. "Done."
"I'm home!" Freddie grins, swinging the door to Sam and Dylan's apartment open.
He heard Sam's laugh and Dylan's giggle coming from the kitchen and jogged to the room. He shakes Dylan's brown hair, messing it up and sneaks up behind Sam, wrapping his arms around her waist. He rests his chin on her shoulder and looks down at the pot on the stove in front of them.
"What smells so good?"
"Corn?" Sam chuckles.
"No, that's not it…" he dips his head in and puts his nose at the base of her neck, breathing her strawberry scent in. "It's you." he grins into her neck.
Sam rolls her eyes and shrugs him off.
Ten minutes later she, Freddie and Dylan are laughing at the dinner table, like a family.
Sam looked over at Freddie when his phone rang. He picks it up and answers. He holds up a finger top Sam, signaling he'll be a second, and left the room.
She could hear him chuckling as he said something every few minutes. Then his voice lowered into short, small, whispers. She takes a deep breath, to keep her old, eavesdropping self down, deep inside her, and pours the cocoa that she was heating into the mugs on the table. She sits down and waits for Freddie to finish his call.
"Trouble at the set?" she smiles at him as he sat down across from her.
"Marcus hasn't found a new director yet." he groans.
"Why don't you do it?" Sam suggests.
"I might have to. But it'd take a lot of time away from you and Dylan." he explains.
"Oh…" she nods.
"Well, I gotta get home." he declares after he finishes his cocoa. He stands, places the mug in the sink and kisses her forehead.
"Can't you stay here tonight?" she pouts, staring up at him with big, teary, blue, eyes.
"Sam, I've been sleeping at here every night for the past two weeks." he chuckles, running a hand through his brown hair. "I might as well be living here."
"Well, why not?" she says softly.
He sighs and looks away from her.
"I mean, you come straight here after work anyway. You sleep here every night too." she lists and continues in a whisper, "We were going to do it someday anyway, right?"
He looks over at her again and kneels down next to her chair, resting his arm on the back of it. "I'll think about it." he tells her honestly.
She nods and he kisses her.
"Love you." he smiles at her, heading to the door.
"Love you too." she replies.
"What about…frogs?" Dylan asks Sam as she unlocked their apartment door.
Sam looks up in thought. "No, I don't think frogs have teeth…"
"What about camels?"
Sam laughs and shrugs, opening the door. She freezes when she saw dozens of boxes scattered around the living room.
"Wha-"
"Are we moving?" Dylan asks, looking up at his mother.
"I'm home!" a voice says.
Dylan and Sam look over at Freddie, who has his arms open wide with a giddy, grin plastered on his face.
"You're moving in with us?" Dylan grins up at him.
"How do you feel about that?" Freddie asks unsurely.
"Awesome!" he cheers and starts bouncing around the boxes.
"You're moving in?" Sam asks incredulously.
He smirks at her and holds his arms out for a hug. She grins and wraps her arms around his neck pulling him into her.
"Awesome." she whispers in his ear.
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Romans 8:38-39
And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God's love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God's love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.
-Rachel