9 hours earlier…

The door to their room slammed open with authority, their minds only locked on one thing as Brayden pinned Harper against the wall as they were still half naked and his hands trailed up her body, her bra unclipping and being tossed aside.

"D'fhéach sé ró-diabhal!" Brayden growled lowly by Harper's left ear as he trailed his lips up and down her neck, Harper's heart rate increasing again as Brayden pulled her skinny jeans down and trailed his hand down her spine, pressing her closer to him as she yanked his jeans down after unbuttoning them.

"Rinneamar araon." Harper whispered, Brayden letting out a low growl of approval… something in him just went through the roof whenever the younger woman spoke in the language both had known too well.

The dark haired man playfully tossed his girlfriend onto the bed and she out a light laugh as he climbed on top of her.

"So good to me, Miss Eckert…" Brayden whispered, lightly kissing Harper's left shoulder and neck as she closed her eyes and tossed her head back… she moved her hips to him and tried to grab onto his hair but he kept her pinned down as he pulled her satin panties off.

With a final tug of his boxers and the rest of the clothing disappearing into the darkened room, Brayden reached over on the nightstand and took a condom out of the box left in their room and he put it on… Harper's pulse was at immeasurable levels as he moved forward, the two losing awareness of everything around them.

She tossed her head back and moaned out as she felt his fingers dig into her hips, the two moving faster once the shockwaves of unadulterated bliss hit them harder.

By the time they crashed from the high they were on, there was nothing left of their voices left after the screams… opening his bright blue eyes, Brayden looked down at Harper, who's hazel eyes slowly opened and she looked up at him with an exhausted smile.

Once in each others arms and tangled up in the ivory bed sheets, she rested her head on his right shoulder as his left hand rested on her hip.

Harper Eckert was a restless soul at times and Brayden Lavery knew that all too well, the half Scottish, half Irish man glancing at her.

Eckert was all he knew her as, they were the family that raised her… and it was taking him time to get used to her biological family much like he was hoping to forge some kind of friendship with his own brother he hadn't known about until November.

With the exception of Drew, who hated Brayden, Harper and Jason from the minute they set foot in Port Charles, Brayden had no ill will against her families… Sly treated him like family and so did Jason.

But the aforementioned mobster had no idea up until late September that he had another sister… and he was taking his time getting used to her boyfriend.

Harper was trying to get used to Jason's overprotective nature, hoping to enforce that there was a difference between herself and the twin she was separated from as a newborn.

The woman in Brayden's arms looked at him before they smiled and kissed.

"Is breá liom tú." Harper whispered.

"Is breá liom tú freisin, mo ghrá." Brayden responded in a quiet tone before they kissed again and fell asleep.

The snow raged on in the February night as Jason drove around on his motorcycle, looking for Harper.

She had told him about the incident at the Metro Court where she felt like she had to intervene in an argument between Carly and Nelle when it seemed to her that the women would turn physically violent… not for Nelle's sake but for the baby's.

Jason wasn't all that shocked that Carly had gone off at Harper, perceiving her interference to be betrayal… but he could tell that Carly was already trying to throw Harper out of Jason's life.

And there was no way that Jason would lose his little sister… he had already lost years with her…

Present time…

The faint sunlight fluttered through the curtains of the room, a pair of blue eyes opening… and Brayden looking at a still sleeping Harper.

Her left arm rested on him, half of her face obscured by her shoulder length brown and blonde hair… he reached over and lightly brushed it out of her face, Harper unfazed by it except for making a small noise that meant that she wasn't ready to wake up yet.

And he wasn't ready to start the day off either.

Brayden pulled Harper closer to him and kissed her on her neck before settling back into sleep.

The rest of the world could wait.