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we may only have tonight,

"Radoslav, you must be very quiet for me," Samson told him, feigning seriousness. The young boy fidgeted in anticipation of seeing his mother. Molly smiled gently at the older man as he put the finishing touches on his picnic. The scene was right outside of stone mountain where there was a perfect view of the small town below. It was on a mountain top that could be reached on a drive. As much as Samson enjoyed hiking, he had set up lights around the picnic table in order to let it shine in a romantic starry night. Hiking shouldn't be done at night. He was just imagining Siana's face when she saw her little boy, his caretaker, and her boyfriend when she was just thinking about work. Knowing selfless Siana, she had probably forgotten her birthday. Samson had made sure to send her flowers to assure her that she wasn't a forgotten one, but he hadn't told her anything about his travels. He was now right outside of Atlanta, and he was going to head to the set to surprise her while Rado and Molly went back to Atlantic Station and spent the day there. Samson was going to pretend like nothing was going on until nightfall came, then he would surprise her by taking her to see her son. More surprises came with this special day, but the man was focusing on this part first.

When Samson finally reached the Atlantic Station where Rado was spending his day with his babysitter, Samson kissed Molly on both cheeks and patted Rado gently on the head. He felt like they were going to make this the best birthday the woman had ever experienced, and he was sincerely excited beyond comparison. "She'll love this," Molly grinned at Samson. Radoslav frowned a bit. "You'll be able to see her. I promise," Samson smiled. A part of keeping her to himself for the day was wanting to hold out the best part of the surprise, but even he knew that he just wanted to spend some alone time with his girlfriend before he had to get back to his job in Chantilly, Virginia. It was nice to have a filming break momentarily, but he couldn't stay longer than a day in Atlanta. Instead, he would have to head back to Chantilly in order to continue filming a high-budget film with some top-notch actors and actresses. The excitement was nice, but he just wanted to see his girlfriend; her simplicity was more than adequate to make the hours of a road trip worth it. Organizing the entire arrangement had been enjoyable for him, and seeing her reaction would make every second of hard work worth it.

Though Samson was a bit tired from driving after a few sleep-deprived nights, he stuck it out. The drive to the set in Atlanta wasn't far, and he had contacted the director to make sure he was aware that he had a visitor. As a friend of most, Samson was able to find his way through the whole ordeal and figure out what was best. He was surprising Siana right after work. He parked his Subaru in the grass. In the daytime, Atlanta was scorching hot, but the man wasn't too concerned. In desert boots, khaki shorts and a dark green button-up, he looked dressed but relatively cool. He walked with a long stride into the bustle of the set. He knew where to find some crew members, but he was being discreet, so he blended with the others. When he finally spotted Siana, he made sure to come up behind her. "I think my make-up needs a touch-up," he told her.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] that's part of it all PART OF THE BEAUTY OF FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS THE FEAR YOU WON'T FALL Siana was a hard-working woman. She could do anything that her job required from her, even if it meant to eat too much of her time up. It was hard to not being able to see and spend as much time as she wanted to with her closest people. She could honestly say that it even hurt in some way – she was a mother after all. And she was far away from her only child for so long that she could hardly stand it. But she had to – someone had to earn money for her little family. Siana was not that type of women that were waiting for their men to be the breadwinner of the house. She was independent since she was a student in London, and probably even before that. And she was happy and proud of herself about it. She wanted to spend much more time with her son though. She desperately wanted to be around Radoslav, when he needed her. Of course, he was in safe hands, while she was working somewhere around the USA – Molly was the best babysitter a parent could find, plus, Siana’s mother and father helped her by visiting Radoslav in New York, when Siana was away. She was endlessly thankful to them about it, but she knew that there were those times when the kid needed not anyone else, but his mother indeed. She was not able to do anything else, but catch the first flight to New York just to spend her day off with him, and then quickly fly back to the location where she was filming with the other part of the crew. If we don’t count this, Siana loved her job and she was doing it with pleasure. She almost forgot that today was her birthday – the first thing that reminded her about it was the flowers from Samson that greeted her in front of the front door of her hotel room. They brought a smile upon her face and made her start the day positively. People could honestly say that she was not walking, but flying above the ground. The rest of the crew was warmly united, so when she arrived at the location of the shooting, they surprised her with a small chocolate cupcake with one candle on it. Which was one of the cutest things they could do about her on that day. She thanked them, blinking in order to prevent her tears from falling down her cheeks. Soon they all got back to work – Siana had a birthday, but it was not a day off for them. The woman didn’t do anything else special today. She wasn’t even dressed in a special way. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a grey top and a red checked shirt; she was on her work place, so she wanted to feel as comfortable as it was possible. Her chocolate colored hair was gathered in a ponytail, and she didn’t have any make up as usual. So she felt completely ugly, when she saw Samson, not to mention how surprised she was. “Samson!” She instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, blinking against him and wondering if he was real or not. Was he really here? For her? Just and only for her? Suddenly she wrapped her hands around his shoulders pressing his body in the tightest hug she could make. “I can’t believe you’re here!” A bit nervously, but completely happy, she laughed into his ear. When she stepped back and looked him in the eyes, her own shining as the scorching sun outside, she couldn’t stop smiling widely at him. “Господи! Не мога да повярвам, че си дошъл!“ Bulgarian words were gushing out of her mouth as they did every time when she was that excited. “You are… I’m so… Oh, Lord!” She covered her mouth with both of her hands again. She couldn’t say anything else. She couldn’t even breathe. She totally forgot that she was on set and that Samson shouldn’t be here. tagged !

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It was safe to say that Siana's face lighting up in front of him was the best part of his day -- so far, at least. He never got tired of her face. “Samson!” she cried. Her look of shock warranted laughter on his part, and he quickly reciprocated the loving hug she rewarded him for coming onto the set, the least likely place for Mr. Fletcher to come to. Of course, he wouldn't be able to distract her for long, but he would be sticking around on the set and checking out the director's work and if he was doing a good job. Since he dropped the project of Keani's, he wanted to make sure the work was in good hands. He released his girlfriend and looked at her again, unable to tire of her smile. A stream of Bulgarian words were falling from her lips. That was something he didn't see himself getting used to, though the words were becoming a tad bit more familiar. "Shh, you'll scare your co-workers," he teased. He removed her hands from her mouth and kissed her on the lips. Maybe they were in public, but who really cared? It was her birthday. He wasn't going to let her get away without twenty-eight birthday kisses. That was only the first.

He crushed her into another hug before pulling away and finally taking a deep breath. "You don't understand how nice it is to see you, Siana," Sam confessed. She looked gorgeous, as always, but casual this time. Samson loved that look the best on her. It made him see a future with the two of them. For some reason, the elegance of it all irritated Samson at most points. He hated high heels and excessive foundation. He liked the natural parts of women. He appreciated them for what they were and what God made them to be, not what they could appear to be. In his opinion, Siana was daringly stunning without a speck of make-up. That was how she looked best because he didn't have to worry about staining his white t-shirts or wondering what she would look like without it on. There were no true secrets between them, not even when Delilah put herself in the middle. For that, he was endlessly grateful.

He grabbed her hands and began rocking them to the sides. "After work, I'm taking you out," he explained to her. "Your director knows I'm here..." He looked around for him and waved when the two made eye contact across the span of the bustle. It was difficult for Samson to conceal the fact that Radoslav was only miles from his mother's location. He felt like a criminal who was hiding stolen goods in a secret place. He didn't like hiding things from Siana, but the time would come. Her reaction was going to be worth every ounce of effort he put into the surprise. He had been thinking of the details for more than a month now. Birthdays were never taken lightly in the Fletcher house. As an only child, he had been spoiled beyond compare. He had gotten everything he ever wanted. Now that he was older, he wanted nothing but the necessities. He made sure to give Siana a gift that would survive in memory, something that could not be measured by monetary value. She was more to him than that.

"I know you have only a little while, but I want to know about what you did today so far. Has everyone been treating you well? What have you been doing?" he asked her. He always liked to know what Siana was doing. Of course, it was not an issue of trust -- he only wanted to imagine her going through her daily routines. It made him feel closer to her when he was far away. He wanted to know so, when he had to leave, he didn't have to wonder what she would do for every day they were apart. The two were in the same industry but in two different parts of the country. At one point, he feared, the two might make it big and be on two different places in the world. The thought gave him chills before he cleared his throat and focused back on the shorter figure in front of him. He beamed at her.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] that's part of it all PART OF THE BEAUTY OF FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS THE FEAR YOU WON'T FALL Samson’s kiss took away a few pretty important beats of Siana’s heart. For a moment – which seemed as long as an eternity to her – the world started spinning around and there was nobody else, but only the two of them. Nobody else on set mattered. It would not be wrong to say that Siana had the feeling she could stay forever the way she was – into Samson’s hands. Feeling some kind of honored, the woman looked down and chuckled quietly after the man’s confession. “No,” she shook her head still looking at her shoes. She was honest – she didn’t feel good enough for Samson; and she had – in her opinion – an irrefutable evidence about that – Samson still had a thing for Delilah. It was expected, though, and Siana was prepared for it – that was why she wasn’t doing anything to win him on her side. He was a grown man, he had feelings and he had the right to solve them on his own. “No,” she repeated again before looking up at him, “You don’t understand what it is to see you.” Nobody could understand that, she was sure. "After work, I'm taking you out. Your director knows I'm here..." Siana raised her eyebrows in a surprise. She could only listen to him and watching him waving at the director of the movie. She laughed quietly; it was still hard to believe that Samson did what he actually did, and that he was here, in front of her. She squeezed his fingers, trying in that way to express everything she could not to express with words. She looked again at the director of Seven Years of Solitude – the man waved back at Samson, which made Siana wonder for how long the man knew that Samson Fletcher was going to visit her… and – more important – for how long Samson had been planning this? Was she really that blind or was she naïve? Or just too hard-working? “And he didn’t tell me anything. I’m going to kill him,” she said, jokingly mad at her boss. Knowing that Samson wanted to know how she was spending her days made her feel truly appreciated – a feeling she could hardly remember even to know before meeting the man who was standing in front of her. “Oh, they were all so kind!” She looked around meeting the eyes of some of her co-workers who were watching the cute scene between the two. “They gave me a cupcake with just one candle on it – pretty appropriate, if you ask me,” she shrugged. She was just kidding, of course – first of all, reaching twenty-seven was not a big deal to her; and second of all, in her opinion, age was just a number and no one could make her thing the opposite. “It’s over there,” she pointed at the place where the bags of the crew members were piled up. She didn’t have the time to eat the gift, even though it looked really delicious. She didn’t even have time to give Samson a call, so she simply texted him to thank him for the beautiful flowers. “Keani even came to thank me personally. You were right, she is so sweet!” She almost cried. “Rado called me, too… Well, with a little help from Molly,” she smiled a bit sad, desperately wanting to hug and kiss her child. The thought that Samson could’ve been the director of Seven Years of Solitude didn’t leave her since the man got another project. It was pretty shocking and disappointing, but it was something that Siana did not want to show him – she didn’t want to look like a sticky girlfriend. She sighed. She wanted to ask him how his travel was, but her job was weeping for her. “I have to go back to work, Sam,” but how much she didn’t want to! “See you later,” she said and lightly kissed his lips, trying to thank him in that way. She chuckled, when, taking a palette of eye shadows in hands, she saw them still shaking from the shock and the surprise of seeing her boyfriend. She didn’t stop beaming during the whole time of doing her job, glancing at Samson for seconds and then going back to work. tagged !

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Samson couldn't believe that he and Siana had been dating since April. He felt like they were already closer than most couples could ever dream of becoming. Of course, the chemistry between them had begun with a bang. Of course, that was almost always a bad sign; passions burned out like doused fires. Indeed, most relationships started out well and went downhill, but he and Siana were a different breed. Though he had not yet told her that he was actually falling madly in love with her, he felt like the way he looked at her said it all. It seemed like everyone could tell. Various members of her family had told him that he had a look in his eyes that they had only seen on fifty-year anniversaries. What Samson felt for Siana was timeless. Untainted by any past loves, he felt like he and Siana were actually meant to be. Maybe he was in over his head, but life was too short to sit and doubt it. Siana was made for him. He just knew it. The words spilling from her lips just confirmed his thoughts. “You don’t understand what it is to see you.” He grinned, almost unable to resist her. "I think I do," he nodded. He felt the same way.

Samson was an enthusiastic surprise weaver. He was all about spoiling people who deserved to be spoiled. Obviously, Siana was worthy; she was an incredible mother, dedicated friend, talented make-up artist, and a devoted girlfriend. What could Samson do but show her how much he appreciated her? He didn't get to see her face enough. “And he didn’t tell me anything. I’m going to kill him,” the woman joked. Samson widened his eyes a bit; it was probably the most vicious sentence she had ever uttered. Siana's innocence and kindness always struck Samson as peculiar, especially after having gone through so much. He was still surprised that she wasn't running the other way after Delilah tried to ruin the relationship between them. "I'm glad he didn't... It's too nice to see that shocked look on your face."

Hearing the details of her day just made him wish he could be there with her. They wouldn't have to be like strangers when they were apart. He hated not knowing what she was wearing or what was making her smile on a daily basis. Of course, when he was on the job, she wasn't constantly on her mind, but she came up whenever he got back home and put the keys on the counter. She was the last thought in his mind before he went to bed and the first when the sun woke him from his slumber. "Everyone misses you so much," Samson told her quietly. He felt the eyes on him, but he paid no attention; what the co-workers thought did not matter to him, though he knew their approval was evident. "It sounds like a great birthday. I'll guard your cupcake while you work!" he offered valiantly. "I am still your knight, my queen!" he bowed. They had so many inside jokes at this point that it was impossible to bring them forth.

Samson almost grabbed her once again when she laid a kiss on his lips, but she had to get to work, and he pecked her on the cheek before stepping back. He introduced himself to a few of the crew members and made his way to the director. While Siana worked, he toured the set and watched the way the actors reacted to directions. The film was in good hands, of course, but Samson couldn't help but want to reach out and tweak a few of the techniques the actors were using. He mentioned a few tips, obviously irking the director at some points, but the two ended up discussing their jobs and how to incorporate some new methods. Once the filming was done for the day, the crew members began packing. Samson barely noticed the shift in activity as he helped load the items up and pack them into trucks. When he looked at the time, he saw that it was the beginning of Siana's true birthday. He scoped her out in the mass of people and scooped her up into his arms. "May I take you to your birthday surprise?" he asked her with a snobbish grin on his face.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] that's part of it all PART OF THE BEAUTY OF FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS THE FEAR YOU WON'T FALL Siana already had her items on their places – in bags and small suitcases which every make-up artist should have. She looked around for Samson, but she could not see him through the mass of people that were preparing themselves for the end of their working time. She tightened her ponytail, and then winded up the cloves of her red checked shirt. She understood that it probably was not the best outfit in which Samson could see her at her birthday, but she also knew that he did not mind clothes that much. He liked her the way she was – even when she did not wear any make up (which was like most of the time?), and she knew that he knew that this was the exact outfit in which she was feeling comfortable to do her job. Plus, it was not as if they did not work together on the same project a few weeks ago. She was starting to get nervous of Samson’s absence, though nothing of her posture or her manners revealed what was going on into her mind. She locked the last suitcase with tools, when suddenly Samson appeared from the nowhere. Startled Siana cried, but then quickly covered her mouth with her own hands. She looked Samson right in the eyes, her own sparkling as if they were two suns. Her cheeks became reddish, but when she felt the heat all over her face, she hid it into the man’s chest. The wide smile upon her face was still there, and Siana could honestly say that she was feeling as if this smile was never going to fade away. And she did not want to. She rested her forehead on his chest just for a second before she looked up at him. “I though you are my birthday surprise,” she said a bit confused. But the shining smile was still upon her face. She realized that she was always smiling when she was around Samson, and one offensive conversation with Delilah could not take that away from her. She was really scared at the beginning, but now when Samson was still with her, she did not even think of it anymore. And things with Delilah were pretty good now after the other woman apologized for what she had done to Siana and her son. Siana did not want to think if forgiving her was a mistake or not. She knew that Delilah was a good person; even Siana herself had made many wrong decisions before, so she tried to understand Samson’s ex-wife. She clearly understood that all those years of the amazing love they had could not be that easily forgotten, and, in fact, she did not even want that from them. But that was their past. What was now was more important. And now Samson was with her. And she was into his hands. He had to be with her; they were just meant to be together. And now Delilah was not an obstacle anymore. Siana gave Samson a long and warm kiss. It felt so good that she did not want it to come to an end. She nuzzled her nose into his face, feeling his breath all over her skin. She closed her eyes, smiling dreamily and completely forgetting where they were and what they were going to do. tagged !

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A few of the crewmen seemed to understand the whole surprise, so Samson spotted them at the Subaru with all of Siana's work items. "Don't be so embarrassed," he joked as she buried her face in his chest. She was so easy to please that it made him wonder if he would ever run out of surprises for the wonderful woman. Siana was pretty young when compared to Samson, but she had his maturity outside of her relentless enthusiasm. He loved the childish parts of her; they made him feel a little less serious. Samson wasn't stressed; he had good way of handling that. His seriousness, however, all came from the fact that it was his way of life. He wasn't a jokester because he wasn't particularly funny. He took many things seriously because he thought it was necessary. Siana made him feel better about that. He didn't need to be all uptight around her, and she made him laugh to loosen up. He grinned down at her bare face, wondering how he could be so lucky.

Samson couldn't wipe the thought of Delilah when he had amazing moments of Siana. Whatever the woman had intended was working. Most good moments were spoiled by the thought that the smiles Samson constantly put on her face could be negated by someone like Delilah. He understood that she had apologized to Siana because he had been in the same room, but he didn't fully believe it. If anything, Samson was hiding from Siana his belief that Delilah had much more to the story than wanting to reconcile. He knew Delilah better than anyone else on the planet. There was no way she was going to play the innocent card without wanting to do something terribly and cruel. Delilah was one of the reasons why Samson had some very dark days, days when he lost hope in humanity because of their falseeness and technological progression that drew them so far from anthropological soundness. He was suspicious of the woman, but the words wouldn't come out of his mouth when he looked at Siana's face.

Samson didn't reply to her confusion before she laid a kiss on his lips. He pressed his face to hers, not wanting let go. "Get a room!" a fellow make-up artist called to Siana. Samson chuckled as he released Siana from the kiss. He finally set her on the ground and took her hand to lead her to the car. He made sure all of the belongings were in the car before opening Siana's door and taking a seat. He was excited for her to see the area outside of Stone Mountain; the selection was perfected for her particular tastes. Luckily, Siana wasn't too picky and adored nature as much as Samson did. Her natural beauty was just a shard of the million pieces that represented how well she reflected Samson Fletcher. He was beginning to wonder where she had been all of his life.

"It's a bit of a drive," he told her before turning on the car and discussing with her the ins and outs of his latest projects. Working with some of the highest-paid actors and actresses was an honor, and it was going to be feeding into his pockets. He couldn't help but wonder if he could spend that money on a house for Siana and Rado one day. He dreamed that the three of them could be a family one day, yet he felt insane for that vision. Was it crazy? Was it too soon? They were adults, after all, and they had been through enough to know what they wanted in a partner. Samson knew that she was what he wanted.

When they finally arrived, Samson opened the trunk and handed Siana hiking boots that he had once purchased for her. They weren't so tight that they were uncomfortable in hot weather, but they were strong enough for protection against waterlogging. "It's about a mile up," he told her. At their pace, it would be fine, considering they had been on a few hikes together. He had been sure to get Molly and Rado their via a taxi. He had given them his own money after a great deal of insistence. With that plan, there wasn't a car at the parking spot. Siana couldn't be suspicious about their presence. Samson closed his trunk, locked the door, and showed her the trail before making his way up with her by his side.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] that's part of it all PART OF THE BEAUTY OF FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS THE FEAR YOU WON'T FALL Well, uhm… You know, I… I’ve mentioned this countless times before, but I think it is appropriate do to so again – Siana really, truly, honestly loved the time she was spending with Samson. There was something in this man that was making her to want to spend as much time with him as it was possible and even more. Justo to be with him. No kissing, no making out, no dirty business. Not even touching. It might sound weird, or even creepy to some of the readers, but it was the whole truth – Siana was glad just to spend time with Samson, just to be with him, just to be looking at him. She had never felt like this before. Even when she was with Charlie. The whole thing between her and the other man started on a complete physical attraction level, and just then they fell in love with each other. But it was years ago and at that time Siana was not what she was now. She probably had nothing in common with the woman she was before. Not she was totally satisfied with just sitting and – not even talking to him – listening to Samson. She wanted to know everything about him and since she could not know everything from his past as if she was into it, she was trying her best to do so now. She was asking him questions about his new project. It was not on an examination on a professional level. Siana just wanted to know every detail Samson did on daily basis – now he was shooting a movie. It was not because Siana did not believe him, or because she was some kind of a creepy jealous psycho girlfriend. Plus, there was something else that added more excitement to her current excitement and it was the fact that Samson was filming with one of the closest people to Siana – Edward. What were they doing, where they getting along well – things she was honestly interested in. Siana had always been a nature lover. Even in her darkest periods she never gave up on her connection with the environment. She was raised that way – as a happy healthy child running free all over the big green yard of her family house. She wanted to give that to Radoslav, too. She could not though. She was taking him away as often as she could. And the main reason for which she chose exactly the apartment they were living in was the fact that it was just a few crossings away from Central Park. She smiled widely as Samson handed her the boots – it was not too hot, neither was it too cold, so the hiking would be easy and – more important – it was going to be a complete pleasure to them. Siana and Samson went on a few hikes before, they saw many beautiful views when Siana was getting goose bumps and her eyes were filling themselves with tears; those sights were leaving her speechless every single time. And that was another evident that she was a nature lover just like Samson. He always picked the right places to take her on hikes or vacations – she liked them, all of them. Probably it was because she was not hard to be impressed and she was not picky. Or it was just that she and Samson liked the same locations which… honestly, was every place that was outdoors, because that was the only requirement they had – to be outdoors. “So you’re not going to tell me where we’re going?” She asked Samson without stop walking. She chuckled quietly at herself. To be honest, she was glad from the fact that Samson did not give her time to change her clothes, because she was going to be a pretty funny picture if she was with a dress instead with the jeans in which she was now. She looked around, smiling warmly at the beautiful plants around the small path they were walking on. Suddenly she grabbed Samson’s hand, and pushed herself to him. “Tell me!” She looked like a little girl and Samson was her father that was leading her to a circus without her knowledge – she did not know where they were going, but she had a good feeling. Because she trusted him. She always did. “Please, Samson, tell me!” She was so curious to find out everything. She did not even expect what was waiting for her at the top. Or who. tagged !

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After kissing her forehead and leading her up the steep hiking trail, Siana persisted. Along their hike, Siana didn't let up with the begging. Samson was so tempted to tell her -- it was hard to say no to that face -- but swore to the heavesn that he would not ruin an incredible plan. He could just imagine the shock on her face when she saw her son and his nanny. Birthdays, in Sam's opinion, were all about intimacy. They weren't about the gifts. At one point on his life, young Samson had seen the world as an object for his taking. A director of a well-to-do French family, he had always been spoiled with the riches of an heir. As he grew older, however, he came to understand the need for human affection and impact in the world. He made it a point to make sure others could understand the sentimentality of all things. His compassion toward others came from knowledge and deep analysis in his numerous readings. As a religious literature fanatic, he knew a great deal about inner-peace and how to find it. He felt like Siana's inner-peace revolved around her one and only son, and he wanted to be sure that the two would be reunited on a day of her rebirth.

Sam and Siana transcended physical needs. Instead, the two focused on sharing their spiritual ideals and their life goals. Sam could truly say that he could never find someone whom he could connect with on a higher level of thinking. Though the woman was younger than him by quite a few years, he felt as if her maturity easily trumped his when it came down to his shaky former addiction to cigarettes and his frustration at work. When he brought these topics into their conversations, she was the calm-headed one. She was even-tempered at all times, even to the point where she could be a pushover. When he was flawed, she found a way to paint over the blemishes. Then, she would go back and find a way to fix them. What she did for him could not be put into words; he never wanted to leave her side and could not bear the imagine a day when she would walk away from him.

As they neared the cliff where her small picnic and family were waiting, Samson's excitement grew. He lifted her onto his back and jogged for the last few yards of their small journey. He gasped before rounding the trees that shielded their view. He set her down on the ground before turning around and holding her to make sure she didn't move. Light music drifted from the camp location as he whispered to her. "You must close your eyes, Siana," he said urgently but softly. He kissed her eyelids playfully before he took her by the hand and led her around the corner.

There, Radoslav and Molly stood together and grinned. "Surprise, mommy!" the small boy exclaimed as he ran toward her. He wrapped his arms around her legs in excitement. He began spewing words, but Samson left the scene to make sure that all of the arrangements on the table were perfect. Candles were lit, as the sun was setting very soon. Hiking in the dark was dangerous, so he made sure that they had a clear path on the way down. The second path was the downward slope that was clear of trees. He had been sure to mark the path meticulously and keep the lanterns lit on the way down. Now, however, the focus was on Siana. Her face was unbelievably shocked. When he turned around, he couldn't help but chuckle. He and Molly shared a glance of full confidence that they had created the best birthday surprise. Samson came back to her to kiss her on the cheek and lead her to the table where all of her favorite Bulgarian dishes sat. "Your parents helped a great deal. Molly and I worked from their recipes and she put the finishing touches on them before coming here." The food was still warm and rather fresh. He waited for his girlfriend's full reaction. "Good job, Radoslav," he smiled as he high-fived the boy.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#f4f4f4; width:400px; padding:8px; border: 8px solid #9b6464;] that's part of it all PART OF THE BEAUTY OF FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU IS THE FEAR YOU WON'T FALL Siana’s heart stopped beating for way more than just a second or two. She forgot to breathe, and her brain was not functioning anymore. And how could it? Samson, the love of her life (if before she was not sure to say so, now she was), had made such a surprise just and only for her and her birthday; he gave her the biggest gift one could give to a loving parent like her – he brought her son. The whole arrangement of the picnic and the place, the nature surrounding them, the lights of the city they could see from that point – all of this was breathtaking itself. But Radoslav’s simple presence there made everything hundreds of times better and unforgettable – Siana was sure she would never forget this birthday of hers, and it did not matter how the rest of the night would go. Siana was holding Radoslav, pressing his little and fragile body into her arms. She was thinking that she did not want to let him go. He was everything she needed to be happy; this little human being made her life worth it when nobody else seemed to do so. And he continued doing so. The memory of when she gave his birth passed through her mind for a few long seconds, and she remembered the first time she held him into her hands and that she swore that from this time on she would do anything for him, she would give everything she had just for his well-being. And she was doing it. Siana could not stop the tears that started falling down upon her chicks, and probably for the first time ever in her life she did not feel ashamed of crying in the presence of other people. “Mum? Why are you crying?” Radoslav’s thin voice reached his mother’s ears when she finally released him from her tight hud. Siana’s shaking hand touched his soft face. “Because I love you,” she whispered. As she saw the confusion into his big sparkling eyes, she smiled warmly at him – that was enough. She could not even imagine what was going through his little mind; she probably even scared him. She did not want to do that though. "Your parents helped a great deal,” said Samson, when he got back to Siana and Radoslav. “Molly and I worked from their recipes and she put the finishing touches on them before coming here." Siana opened her mouth widely moving her eyes to the table and the other woman and then backwards. “Why didn’t you tell me,” were the only words that came out of her mouth. Molly chuckled quietly, answering that it was Siana’s birthday surprise, and as such, it had to be kept in secret. She received a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. They told her about the whole plan and everyone’s secret participation in it – even her parents’ part. Radoslav was really happy to taste the Shop’s salad – the only meal he ate without unwillingness. Samson himself got really impressed by the musaka – a traditional Bulgarian meal made with potatoes, meat, eggs, tomatoes, milk and flour. Just for the record, Siana promised him to teach him how to cook it, because the man himself would not do it correctly without being patiently guided into the secrets of the Bulgarian cuisine by her. “Samson,” Siana spoke quietly before she got into the car. Molly and Radoslav were already in it. The woman took the man’s hand into hers. “I had an amazing time. Radoslav, Molly, the place, the whole… everything. It was perfect.” She could see her own eyes shining into his. “The best birthday I’ve ever had.” She kissed his lips slowly. “Thank you, Samson. For everything.” She really did. tagged !

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