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Siana took a look outside of the window. She could see only big massive white clouds, but she smiled at the sight. It was something beautiful that a soul like hers just couldn’t ignore. She turned to the left just to see that the little Rado was still sleeping next to her in his seat. He got really tired from the flight, mostly because he didn’t stop rambling from New York to Berlin. It was crazy, but he loved having conversations with Samson. Siana looked at him; he was sitting next to Radoslav. Siana smiled at him, too. She was glad… no, she was happy to see that he was actually flying with her to Bulgaria for the wedding of her dearest cousin Daniela. She loved that girl; they grew up together, they had so many things in common and she just couldn’t miss that day so important to the woman. They had a few days until then, but Siana knew that she was going to feel the tension and the excitement as soon as she stepped into the airport.

The stewardess announced that the plane was going to land in fifteen minutes. So it was time for Siana to wake up Radosalv. He needed some time to become fully awake before going down of the plane. She glanced at him, but she quickly turned her eyes back at Samson. “How do you feel?” She asked him quietly, almost whispering. Sam knew that Siana’s parents were going to wait for them at the airport, and she wasn’t going to be surprised if he felt excited or even a bit nervous. That’s how she was going to feel if she was at his place. She did her best to make him feel comfortable, and she knew he would do the same for her.

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He looked down at Radoslav, who had woken up with Samson's quiet words. "Sorry," Samson told him, ruffling the boy's hair. People were shifting in their seats as the plane got closer the landing. "You get to see your grandparents, Rado," Samson grinned cheerfully. "Aren't you excited?"[/style]

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Siana inclined her head to right when she heard Samson’s response. She knew how he was feeling. She had traveled many times from New York to Sofia and she had always been thinking that she was going to get used to the differences in the time zones. But she never did. That was why she refrained herself from taking Radoslav with her on her flights for filming here and there. He was just a child and his body could hardly stand that regime. Siana was concerned about her child just like every mother would be. She looked down at her son as the boy woke up. His amazingly big eyes stared at Samson’s as the man asked him a question. Siana was standing next to them, simply looking at their conversation. Samson had a special way in catching Radoslav’s attention – something that not many people could do. Even though he was just three years old, the boy was a free wild spirit.

“I am excited,” the boy replied at Samson without taking his eyes off of his. Siana decided to check out the time on the display of her cell phone in order to let two of the three most important men in her life to have their conversation. The third man was her father that and she couldn’t wait to see him. Once Radoslav was awakened it was pretty hard to close his mouth. Actually Saina was glad to see that her little man was getting along so well with Samson. “Are you excited?” When the woman heard Radoslav turning back the question politely, she couldn’t help but chuckled quietly. But she didn’t make anything else to give a sign to Rado that she was actually listening to them. She wanted him to be that open to Samson even if it was just the two of them.

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[/style][STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-top: 5px; line-height: 12px;]Once the plane hit the ground, Samson put his hand over Rado's to make sure the child would not feel afraid. The movement it caused scared some children. Samson looked around before feeling that the plane had stopped. Radoslav was speaking to him about nonsense as many children did, but Samson happily responded to the boy's drivel and treated the conversation as he would treat any adult's. He loved children and the way the simplest things pleased them. He wished most adults could be that way, but the world was far different.

He got up to grab the bags for the three of them. He felt that each moment was becoming more dire, but he swallowed his nerves. He carried the luggage after handing Radoslav his personal backpack. He made sure that each of them had their items before leading them out. It was simply too inconvenient to let Siana out first; he did not want to make the others wait. It was crowded as they pushed out of the airplane and into the lobby that led to the main airport area. Samson gulped, smiling at Siana again and brushing her arm with his. His hands were full. Even if they weren't, he would have done something more subtle than holding hands. For some reason, those gestures seemed the best for their relationship.

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Siana didn't know how to feel about the whole situation. She couldn't say she wasn't nervous, no. She was feeling nervous mostly because Samson was feeling that way, too. But she knew that there wasn't going to have any problems about her parents approving Samson. He had all that they wanted in the man that was going to take care of their daughter. He could give her both safety and respect - things that would make them feel calm that their child was in good hands. Siana took in a deep breath before entering the airport, trying to remind herself that Samson's reason to come to Bulgaria with her wasn't just and only meeting her parents. The wedding. It made everything seem less official, if that was the word.

Siana couldn't help but smiled a bit sadly, when she saw her parents and the nervous smiles upon their faces. She missed them. But how could she not think about how they were feeling about that meeting? They were probably even more nervous than she and Samson. Radoslav noticed his grandparents as soon as his mother did, and he quickly started running to them. Siana brushed softly Samson's arm. She wanted to say words that would help him in one or another way, but words just didn't come. Instead she smiled at him and nodded quietly, her eyes were shinging. Radoslav fell into his grandfather's hands that tossed him in the air. Siana hugged and kissed her mother on the cheek, and then she did the same with her father. The man and the woman didn't wait for her daughter to introduce them. "You must be Samson," the woman spoke to Samson in French smiling widely at him. "I'm Vianne. It's nice to meet you." She reached out her hand for a handshake. "Todor," Sia's father spoke with his thick Bulgarian accent.

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[/style][STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-top: 5px; line-height: 12px;]Samson was mostly paying attention to Siana when he noticed Rado break away from them and go running. It scared him at first, but when he looked up he could see two people who were certainly Siana's parents. They looked calm but a bit nervous. He imagined them a bit differently and had no clue why they looked so uncertain. It made him break into a sweat. Had they been expecting a different man to be beside Siana's side? When they finally met in the middle, Samson set the items down. When he got up, a hand was held in front of him. He grinned with joy in his eyes when he saw familiar French features in Vianne's face. Her accent sounded mixed, but it was still similar to his own. He did not accept the hand, instead gently pulling her in my the shoulders and air-kissing the cheeks on her face. "What a pleasure it is to meet you," he said with a light in his blue eyes. "Elle a dit tant de choses sur vous."

He turned to Todor and realized that the man was rather intimidating in comparison to his gentle wife. Samson smiled almost sheepishly and shook the man's hands. Sam was clearly unnerved and had to stop himself from biting his lips raw. "Samson," he replied. That was obvious. "Samson Fletcher," he nodded, making eye contact with both of them. Rado clung to Vianne's leg and looked up at Samson. "What are we going to do next?" he bounced. Samson turned to his girlfriend. "When in Bulgaria, do as the French-Bulgarians do?" he winked with a grin.

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Siana took in a deep breath, looking at the awesome picture before her eyes – Samson meeting her parents. It wasn’t that she had dreamt of it. Well, honestly, it wasn’t that she hadn’t dreamt of it. Actually that was one of those things she had been thinking of while lying in bed before falling asleep. It was crazy that it was happening so soon, and the only thing that was helping her with still breathing as a normal human being was the fact that the wedding of her closest cousin was the main reason for their visiting. Just a small vacation, she added when she told him about the happy event. Oh, and by the way, he could meet her parents. Yeah, right. Nothing much, though she could feel her heart beating crazily, her hands sweating and her knees shaking. It was as if she was on an exam. She didn’t show it though. What if that made Samson even more nervous? She wasn’t going to forgive herself doing this to him.

Siana grinned back at Samson, and then she chuckled at his comment. “Well, I—“ She started talking to him, but she was suddenly interrupted by her son. “I’m hungry!” The little boy said. “Grandma made your favourite cookies,” Vianne replied to him. Siana looked back at Samson, “Maybe we should go home first. He’s hungry and I need to take a shower as soon as possible.” They were going to have time to do whatever they wanted to, so taking some rest wouldn’t made a big mess of their schedule. There was no schedule though. Todor and Vianne helped Samson, Rad and Siana with their bags – it didn’t matter what the ‘quests’ wanted to do; their items should be set into the family car. As they walked out of the airport, the sun seemed to shine brighter than usual. Siana couldn’t remember being that hot in Bulgaria before. Once they got into the car, Radoslav – sitting between Siana and Samson on the back seat – started singing quietly a song he had into his little head. “How was the flight?” Vianne asked them in English, so Todor could understand them. Siana couldn’t answer – she was busy with quietly singing a song along with Radoslav – something they loved doing while driving a car. Plus there was nothing bad in Samson interacting with her parents as often as possible.

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[/style][STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-top: 5px; line-height: 12px;]Samson heard Siana take a breath and took it as a sign of her relief. He felt like he had been anticipating this moment since the moment he and Siana met, some moment when he knew that he was going to be a part of her life for longer than a simple few weeks. The fact that she had decided to stick around after witnessing Delilah's wrath made him thankful. Samson laughed when Rado interrupted his mother, unable to help himself. Rado's shamelessness made him miss being a child himself, always speaking his mind instead of having to bite down words because of social conventions. Someday Rado would learn what courtesy was in order to fit in with adults. For now, he was free.

"Yeah, a shower sounds nice," he said, hoping that no one took that the wrong way. He didn't want her parents to think they were some sort of indecent couple who was going to be sleeping with each other every night. In fact, the two hadn't had sex yet. It was strange in a way; they were grown-ups who weren't giving in to that. Samson felt like their silent decision to be patient with making love made them more mature. Babies had no sense of self-control; adults did. Samson did not accept help from Vianne, politely declining. "Porter des objets lourds n'est pas un travail de femme," he grinned at her. Vianne was persistent, but Samson insisted that he could handle it and accepted Todor's help. Once they were on the road, Samson realized that he was going to really have to speak to Siana's parents. Why was he still nervous?

"How was the flight?" Vianne asked. Samson licked his lips, looking at Siana uncertainly before realizing that this was going to be a conversation between Vianne, Todor, and Samson. Siana and Rado were not involved. "It was fine," he replied. "I do enjoy the view of the sky in an airplane. Dieu est grand... God is quite an artist." He grinned at the rear-view mirror through which Todor was glancing at Samson. "How have you two been preparing for the wedding?" he asked, his French accent thick from the transition between French and English.

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Siana smiled warmly when she heard her mother’s instinctive exclamation before her answer. Vianne started talking about how long it took her to choose the color of her dress for the wedding, and how many efforts it took her to force Todor to buy an official suit. The man was a professor at a university, but he didn’t like wearing tuxedos and he was that way since Siana could remember him – always. Vianne didn’t stop talking all the way – she was talking to Samson about Daniela – the bride – and Siana; about that they grew up together in front of her eyes and about all the crazy things they did as children. She was instantly switching from French to English and vice versa which made Siana continue smiling warmly from the back seat. “Here we are!” Vianne cried as Todor parked the car in front of a white house. Sia’s parents quickly got out of the car. “Excuse her,” Siana told to Samson brushing softly his hand with hers. “I’ve never seen her that excited before,” she chuckled.

The house wasn’t very big, but it was more than huge for a family of three members, now only two since Siana lived in New York. Siana was really excited to show Samson the place she was raised at, the place she could heartily call her first home. And she loved it more than any other place on that huge planet. Sia and Samson followed her parents in order to help them with taking the bags off the car. Even Radoslav wanted to help with taking his own little bag which Vianne found really cute. Todor walked into the house first, unlocking the front door. “This is it,” Sia whispered at Samson as they were walking down a small alley in the front yard that was leading them to the house. It was as beautiful as she could remember it; as small, pretty and cosy as it was in her memories. It was crazy that the last time she visited that place was the day she met Samson – at the Industry Awards. She sighed quietly keeping that thought only for her, smiling sheepishly at Samson.

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[/style][STYLE=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-top: 5px; line-height: 12px;]Samson couldn't help but grin at Siana as he had the first time they ever met when she explained Vianne's unique excitement. "I think it's wonderful," he whispered back at his girlfriend, barely resisting the temptation to kiss her forehead. The experience felt so intimate to him. He was meeting the people who raised this lovely woman. Once they arrived at the house, Samson sucked in a breath, anticipating how much he would come to love the place. Already, he had no idea how he was going to happily leave Bulgaria.

The cozy building was almost like a thick, hospitable human being in the form of a building. It seemed to have wide open arms and a large smile. Samson helped grab their belongings as the group of five settled in. "What a beautiful home you have," he whispered. He was in awe. Obviously exhausted from his trip, Radoslav was quiet as he walked closely behind his mother. Samson glanced at the grass, imagining a little Siana running around with her dear cousin. He couldn't wait to meet the rest of their family. Todor promptly opened the door. Unexpectedly, a rush of a rosemary scent wafted in their direction. If that didn't smell like home, Samson had no idea what did. "Thank you, Mr. Todor," Sam nodded as he followed Siana's lead to the room where they were to put their belongings. Radoslav ran back into the living room to play with his grandparents. Samson and Siana stood in the room by themselves for a moment, and the thought that was lingering in the air slipped out of Samson's mouth. "Where exactly am I sleeping?" he asked her sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

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