Meant To Be

Chapter 11: Epilogue

3 years later...

The twins were now 3 years old, and Sam was pregnant again. She was about 4 months along. But then, something happened. She miscarried. The baby died before it was even born.

The whole family took it hard, but it sent Sam into a deep dark depression. She hated herself. She even convinced herself that Danny hated her. Danny was aware of this. All she did was lay in bed and sob. Danny had to start bear hugging her against him to keep her in the bed at night, because she would go and sob in the guest bedroom if he didn't. She believe she had done something to kill the baby. She believed she had murdered it. She refused to go to the doctor.

She refused to stay in the same room with her children. She couldn't bear to look at them. She was afraid she would hurt them too.

Two months later...

Danny hurriedly got into bed and bear hugged Sam before she had a chance to escape.

"Let me go!" She screamed. Danny was unmoved, this had become a routine.

"No." Danny replied as he held back tears. It hurt him to see her hurt like this.

"Why do you do this Danny?! You hated me! I've seen it in your eyes, I've heard it in your voice. You think I'm evil for letting our baby die, don't you?! Just admit it Danny, you hate me!" She sobbed uncontrollably, burying her head into his chest.

He kissed her on top of the head. "You're wrong. If anything, this had made me love you more, if that's even possible. Sam, I love you like the moon glows in the night. I love you more than the stars that shine through the galaxies. I love you more than life itself. Yes, I am sad that the baby died but, I'm even more saddened by the fact that you think you killed it. I love you, Sam."

Tears were streaming down both of their faces.

"I'm sorry." Sam whispered as she kissed Danny. Danny returned the favor.

The next morning...

"Danny?" Sam was trying to awake her husband.

"Danny!"

"What?!" He sat up.

"I've got to ask you a question." Sam replied as she put her head on his shoulder.

Danny looked at the digital alarm clock. It read 4:37am.

"Can it wait til morning?" He whined.

"No!" Came the reply.

"Well, what is it?"

Sam sighed deeply. "Well, since we lost the last baby, can we try for another one?"

That threw Danny for a loop. "Well, I, uh, if you really want to. But we already have five kids in this house."

"Well, there's seven bedrooms. Plus the guest room." Sam replied, a huge smile on her face.

Danny blushed. "Well. If you want another baby then we will."