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"When is momma getting back?" Dylan asked rocking in his seat.

"In a while," Suzie replied, pouring a glass of milk for herself and then the child.

"Will she be okay when she gets back?" he questioned curiously, head cocking to the side.

"She'll be fine, bud, she's doing fine right now. Absolutely nothing is wrong."

"You don't think we should get married?" Sam growled, rising out of her seat.

"Sam, sit down—"

"Benson, she's telling us who and who not to marry. I am getting married to that idiot if it's the last thing I do."

"Gee thanks." He muttered.

"Wait, Sam, let me explain," Mrs. Williams spoke up, motioning for the blonde to take a seat.

"What?" Sam asked quietly, reluctantly. She didn't want to hear the reasons she and Freddie shouldn't or couldn't get married because they might be true.

"I just don't think the two of you have the most loving relationship. You call each other names and fight each other constantly. That's not going to keep this relationship healthy. How often do you two fight?"

"Listen, you little skank, you don't know anything about me and Freddie. That's what couples do, they fight. We fight, everyone does it! Yeah, maybe we do it a little too often, and I do call him names a lot, and I may hate his guts at times, and maybe…maybe she's right…?" she muttered, her emotions sobering, a confused frown etched on her face.

"Sam—" Freddie began to protest, shooting out of his seat.

"She is right. You and I don't even fit. Why are we even together? Why do you even care about me? You never belonged with me, and I never belonged with you. Maybe being with each other was just a way for us to fill the empty voids in our hearts. Maybe you used me as a replacement for Carly after I told you she was gone. Maybe I used you as a replacement for Jason—"

"Who's Jason?"

She ignored him, looking at the white carpeting beneath her sneakers. "I think she might be right." she looked up at him with a hard expression, but tears built up in her blue eyes. "Thanks, Fredwart, I'll see ya around. Don't worry about driving me; I'll get a cab."

And then she was gone.

"What the hell was that?" Freddie sneered at the therapist.

"I was just trying to help." Mrs. Williams defended herself.

"Well, guess what, you didn't. What kind of therapist are you? Sam was already feeling awful and then you drop that bomb on her? You didn't even help her! You just made everything worse. If you think that this isn't a healthy relationship and that we have a lot of problems, you are absolutely correct. But the difference with our relationship compared to the others that have problems is that our fighting is playful. It's what we do. It's what we're known for. We're Sam and Freddie. We've fought all our lives and look how far we've come as friends and as a couple. Just because we fight, doesn't mean we don't love each other. We fight because we're in love. If you think our relationship is gonna go down the drain because of our fighting then fine, I'll take that chance. You should've stayed out of it. You didn't do anything to help, so I'm not paying the bill."

He stormed out of the room leaving the woman gaping in shock.

He let out a breath, running through the halls of the office to the front doors. He looked up and down the side walk for a sign of his blonde-headed demon, but she must have already gotten a cab. She was gone. He swallowed and ran a hand through his brown hair, ripping the door of his car open, and climbing in.

He had to find Sam. He had to make everything right between the two of them. He couldn't mess this up again. He had lost her twice ten years ago, he wasn't going to again.

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I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. -2 Timothy 4:7

-Rachel