And finally, the mini-series, 'Confession', comes to an end.

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Confession Part 3: A Fitting End

How was it that Mariam could never find anything when she really needed it? It's different when you only want something. Then, you can just grudgingly give up your search because it's not necessary that you find what you're looking for. When you absolutely need something and you can't find it, on the other hand, you've got to find a substitute and, if you can't find a substitute, life's suddenly a whole lot harder.

"Any luck?" Max asked, joining Mariam in their bedroom.

"None whatsoever." She placed her hands on her hips in an annoyed manner. "It's driving me up the wall." She looked around the room that she'd just spent fifteen minutes disheveling only to come up short. "How about you?"

"I looked everywhere and couldn't find a thing." He, too, surveyed the room. His eyes came to rest on his wife's bookshelf. "Did you check in there?"

"Why would it be in there?"

"Maybe one of the boys hid it." Max shrugged and went to work pulling out all of her books.

Mariam rolled her eyes and went to work straightening up the bedroom.

As Max tossed a pile of books onto the floor, a piece of paper slid out of one of them. Apprehensively, he glanced over at Mariam and was relieved to find that she hadn't noticed; she was busy putting their bed back in order. Quickly he swiped the folded sheet and stuck it in his pocket. Little did he know that she had just found an unmarked envelope hidden in his pillowcase and stashed it underneath their comforter on her side of the bed. Neither one told the other of their discovery; as a rule, you should always read your spouse's secret letters before confronting them.

A few minutes later, Max triumphantly held up what they'd been fruitlessly searching for – the pacifier. Mariam smiled gratefully; she would have never checked the bookcase. Motioning for her to stay put, the blond left to quell the desperate wails that had begun to sound again from the nursery.

Only when he handed over the pacifier did Mazel, their first baby girl, see it fit to calm down. She watched him with quizzical, green eyes as he sat in the rocking chair and unfolded Mariam's letter.

Once Max had gone, Mariam took the envelope she'd found out from under the duvet. She finished the short letter quickly, but she was nearly in tears by the time she did. She had no idea Max had been that infatuated with her back then. If she had... Well, who could really say what might've been? After his confession, she would've definitely sent hers along.

Deciding that it was better late than never, she strode over to her books. To her surprise, when she opened the book she was positive she hid her letter in, it was gone.

"Max," she murmured with a smile, putting two and two together.

"Mariam."

She turned around to see Max in the doorway.

"Sorry, Mar. I read your..." he trailed off, recognizing the envelope she held.

"We were just a couple of lovesick kids, huh?" Mariam wiped a few stray tears away.

Max's eyes shown bright for he was also on the verge of tears.

"Mar, if I'd have known-"

"Me too."

After a moment of silence, in which they both sniffled multiple times, Mariam ran over to Max and kissed him with more passion than she had in a long time. They pulled apart, out of breath, and spent the rest of the night telling each other everything they never had before, because there was no telling what a difference it could make.

A/N: Twentieth drabble! It seems like it's been going on for so much longer than twenty chapters. By the way, we're steadily crawling up to one hundred reviews. So if you want those requests, why don't you go ahead and leave a review?

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