Sam and Emily's happy ending

Sam parked outside his home and walked into the house. He saw a plate of cookies so he grabbed one and put it in his mouth.

Walking into the lounge he saw Emily sitting on the couch, facing away from him. She was looking out the window.

"Em?" he asked quietly. Emily looked up and saw him. She had tears in her eyes and

Sam automatically ran around the couch and kneeled in front of her, placing his hands on her knees. He looked down and saw her holding a white stick in her hands.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched for his reaction, as if she was afraid of how he would react. Holding her face in his large hands, he used his thumbs to wipe away her tears.

"Baby, is that what I think it is?" he asked her softly. Emily nodded, her eyes still watching his face. "And? Are you?" he pleaded. He needed to know if his girl, his soulmate, was carrying his child.

Emily watched his face in silence. It was torturing him, her not answering.

"Em please," he begged. She nodded, still watching his face. Sam broke into a breath taking smile as he leaned forward and placed his lips against hers. She kissed him back. He pulled back and rest his forehead against hers.

"You're not mad?" Emily asked quietly but she had a small smile on her lips. Sam laughed softly.

"Of course not," he promised, taking the test out of her hands and put it on the table.

Then he stood up and picked up her giggling form from the couch. He almost ran to their bedroom so they could celebrate.