A/N: I'm bored and decided to write some drabble.

Disclaimer: Only the character of Sam's mom is mine.

Enjoy!

I never told you this enough.

I wish I had told you more, then things may have worked out different for us.

I know I told you the first time I held you. You were perfect, so tiny and so beautiful. I told you then. I held you close and I whispered to you, "I love you, my baby girl."

After that I didn't say it much, I wish I told you more.

I didn't even say it when you took your first steps.

I don't think I even told when you looked at me for the first time with your big brown eyes, you smiled and said "Mama" for the first time. The words "I love you" didn't pass from my lips, but I wish they had.

After your first day at school, you came running to me, your blonde pigtails no longer neat and your dress slightly stained. You waved a picture at me- you had drawn it that day. Your smile lit up the room- you were so happy. But I never said how proud I was of you or how much I love you. Your picture was beautiful, I stuck it on the fridge but I didn't tell you.

When you were in your school play you stood on that stage and you were amazing. I still didn't say it. I was though. I was so proud, but I didn't say it.

So many times I should have said it, I had so many chances. When you first rode a bike by yourself, the first time you read to me from your favorite book. I forgot to say it on most of your birthdays. I forgot to say it to you every night when I tucked you in. I kissed your forehead, pulled the covers over you, but I didn't say it. I should have said it.

I should have said it more, you deserved to hear it. Your dad never said it, I should have told you more after he left. I should have told you that I love you so much and that you meant so much to me, my baby girl.

But I didn't. I guess I forgot to tell you. I know that's no excuse, and I'm so sorry. And I hope that one day you'll be able to forgive me. Forgive me for forgetting to tell you. But I do, even though I didn't tell you.

Eventually you stopped looking at me hopefully, hoping that I would say it. You stopped waiting. Still I didn't say it. I did think it though, I just couldn't form the words, and for that I apologise.

I regret not telling you everyday, maybe if I had you wouldn't have tried to run. You came back though, and I was so grateful. I think I told you then, and that little bit of hope made you stay. But I didn't say it after that. Maybe if I said it again, said it more, we wouldn't have grown apart.

But we did and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

You went off to pursue your own dreams, have your own life. You left thinking that I wasn't proud and that I didn't love you. But I was so proud. You left and didn't look back, and to be honest I don't blame you.

I would have done the same.

Now I'm standing here by your hospital bed. You're alseep. You got shot in the leg during a hostage situation at a bookstore. They told me that everyone got out unharmed because of you. They told me that you did really good in there.

They said that you're going to be fine, but it was close. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't had the chance to tell you.

You're just waking up and you open your eyes, looking at me surprised.

So I'm telling you now. "I'm so so proud of you Samantha. And I love you so much."

There I said it, I just wish I had said it more.

Her eyes fill with tears, and she smiles at me. "I love you too."