Haha surprise? I was looking through my computer and found this chapter that I never published. I wrote this over two years ago! I know OC fanfic has definitely died but I did write this so I thought someone should read it right? I have no idea if anyone ever will. But here is the finally chapter of my longest fic!

A tired Kirsten Cohen stepped into her home alone on a cold Friday night. The Range Rover was the only thing that occupied the driveway, as the boys were out with Marissa and Summer while Sandy had a late meeting. She head off to her bedroom, taking off her nice ironed suit. She removed her perfectly applied makeup and did the dance of lotions, cleansers and creams. She starred at herself in the mirror and smiled. Looking back at her was the real Kirsten Cohen. She had spent all day being fake and false, playing her Newpsie act and was relieved to finally be home. She changed into one of Sandy's old Berkeley sweatshirt, just barely covering her butt. She carved the comfort and safety of Sandy, but this would do for now. She slipped into her side of the bed, and waited in silence. Too tired to focus her mind and eyes on the words of her current novel. She pulled the sleeves over her hands and brought them up to her nose. She inhaled deeply the smell of their laundry detergent and his Irish Spring body wash. She smiled to herself because it smelled just like him. She loved that smell and could recognize it anywhere. She remember how in college, Sandy would give her his sweatshirt before he went home to the Bronx for the holidays. She'd bring it back to Newport Beach, and sleep in it every night. She knew how crazy and weird it looked but to Kirsten it made her feel safe. And when the moment when he was 2,804 miles away, she had some part of him that made it seemed like he was right there with her. Protecting her.

Sandy came into the house softly. He was upset that he had to work late, as it was a Friday night and the boys always went out on Fridays. He felt like he never got to spend time with Kirsten alone anymore. Somebody was always around, or needed something from them. Anytime they tried to start something Seth would walk in and begin scolding and show his activate disgust. He left his keys in the bowl and pulled his tie off as he went over to his bedroom. He walked in and couldn't keep the smile off his face. Sound sleep but propped up by pillow laid his beautiful wife under the covers. He walked over to her side of the bed and gently pushed a kiss to her forehead.

Kirsten slowly was stirred out of her slumber, she immediately noticed the familiar scent was strong then when she had first feel asleep and she opened her eyes. They immediately locked with the earnest soft eyes of her husband and she smiled.

"Hey baby" he whispered, as he watched her slowly get out her sleep. He had enjoy watching her sleep for a bit, he couldn't place his finger on it but she just looked for adorable when she was in her slumber.

"Hey sweetie. I missed you," she confessed.

"I did too. I'm really sorry I had to work tonight, it would have been I really nice night to spend together. I feel like we never do anymore"

"The nights not over," Kirsten reached for hand towards Sandy. She interlocked their fingers and place a firm kiss on his hand. "Come to bed". Sandy head over toward the closet, stripping himself as he walked. He slipped into a pair of boxers and a Yankee shirt, and curled up into bed with Kirsten. Kirsten wrapped her arm around him and ran her fingers slowly through his hair. Sandy rested his head on her breast, and was instantly calmed by her even soft breathing. He loved when she played with his hair, it always calmed him down. He felt so warm and soft in Kirsten's embrace.

"How was your day?" he asked, never letting there be much silence.

"I spent most of the day with the Newpsies today, planning the American Heart Association charity for tomorrow. They are so hard to be around sometimes. I use to be just like them and now it's like some days I feel like such an - outsider."

Sandy chuckled. "I don't think I can ever imagine you as full Newpise. I never saw you that way."

Kirsten smiled and laughed too. "I don't think I was ever full Newpsie, but I'm glad you didn't see me that way. Maybe that's why I don't fit in anymore"

"What do you mean?" Sandy asked curiously, tightening his grip around her stomach.

"I don't know, I guess every since I meet you, you gave me the opportunity to have a different life style. And to truly be myself, and I know since we moved here I haven't always been that same person since college… I'm still glad I can at least try to be the real me with someone."

Sandy moved her head to look at his wife, he stared in her eyes for a while, collecting his thoughts.

"Kirsten, I love you, no matter who or what you think you are suppose to be. I know who you are and I love her more then anything. You shouldn't have to be with people who don't love that person. Because she stole my heart and makes me a love sick teenager everyday."

Kirsten laughed at that and Sandy smiled big. "I love you so much Sandy"

He leaned in and kissed Kirsten for the first time that night. He kissed her with all the passion he possessed.

"I love you to the moon and back baby"