Are We Meant to Be?

Chapter 27

~Miranda's POV~

"Sam. Come here." I motioned him to the bed. He climbed in with me. I looked him straight in the eyes. "I forgive you because there's a difference between you intentionally hurting me, and you not realizing you are hurting me. You didn't know how much you were hurting me when you told me you didn't want to date me. You didn't know it hurt to know you left me alone in my apartment until after I called you. We had a communication problem with the fight about dating. You didn't know it hurt me or that it came across like you didn't want Ethan. You didn't know it hurt me to know you almost got Dean killed. And especially now, you didn't know what you were doing or saying. And I also forgive you because I love you. That trumps everything."

"See, but that's the problem. I did know I was hurting you I just didn't care because I was so upset. I knew it hurt you that we weren't gonna date but I didn't care because I wasn't ready. I knew it hurt you to leave you alone, but I didn't want to deal with the pressure of you staying with us. I knew it hurt you to think I didn't want Ethan, but I wanted to think about things first. I knew it hurt you that I almost got Dean killed, but I cared more about my fear than anything. I didn't know what I was doing and saying this time, that is true, but you can't honestly sit here and say that I haven't been a selfish jerk during the entirety of our relationship so far."

"Sam." I started with tears forming in my eyes.

"I didn't mean to make you cry. See, there I go again."

"Will you quit it?" I asked almost angrily.

"What?" He asked confused.

"Quit sitting here feeling bad about yourself. I love you. Is that not reason enough to forgive you? You could shoot me in the face on purpose for all I care and I'm still gonna forgive you because I love you. Please don't actually shoot me in the face, but you get what I mean. I love you more than anyone in the world, Sammy. It doesn't matter what you do or how bad you mess up. I'm still gonna love you and forgive you."

"I won't shoot you in the face, don't worry. I love you too babe. It's just hard because I feel like I'm trying so hard to be this great guy and then I screw up and hurt you over and over again. And it hurts me to see you cry like you are now."

"I get it. You are a great guy already though, Sam. You don't need to try so hard, and we all screw up sometimes. Just know I love you." I said.

"Ok. I love you too." I went to the door and talked to Dean.

"Hey Dean. We're done talking. You can go to bed."

"You ok? You're crying."

"Yeah. It's ok. It's all worked out and everything is fine."

"Good. Goodnight Miranda."

"Goodnight Dean." I said before shutting the door and climbing into bed with Sam. I laid back down carefully since my back still hurt. Sam laid next to me with his head on my shoulder since putting my head on his shoulder hurt my back too much.

"I'm sorry. I really am. For everything." He said softly.

"I know baby. I know." I said before kissing his forehead. He was still crying a little. I just ran my fingers through his hair. "It's ok Sam."

"I love you."

"I love you too. We should probably get to sleep."

"Probably." He removed his head from my shoulder and laid on the pillow next to me. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips before he pulled me closer. I could feel his soft v-neck shirt on the side of my face as I leaned into him. We both fell asleep quickly and comfortably.