CHAPTER 1
It wasn't fair, though both Lucky Spencer and Sam McCall. Here they were in the Penthouse, the place Elizabeth had wanted to talk to everyone. She said that the news she had would not only affect Jason, but Lucky and Sam as well. What no one knew was how right Elizabeth was at the time.
"I know you guys might be saying that I'm lying to you all, but it's true. Lucky, you aren't the father of my baby. Jason is," Elizabeth informed them all again. Jason simply stood there, shocked by the news yet the only other person in the room that was happy. He was going to have a baby with Elizabeth. Jason couldn't count how many times he wished to be the father of Elizabeth's baby. He only realized his wish had come true.
Tears slid down Sam's cheeks, much to Lucky's dismay. He couldn't understand it. Why did Jason look happy with the news and not sad for the love of his life. Why didn't he feel angry for being lied to, like Lucky was. The woman lucky loved, his wife, the woman who gave him the riot act about everything he'd done wrong even before he started doing drugs, had broken every rule in the book of marriage. He couldn't blame her for cheating on him, because it was in retaliation for his own cheating with Maxie. But Elizabeth made me believe I was going to be a father only to be lying the whole time, thought Lucky. She was no better than the teenage girl. Maybe Jason was fine with it, but he sure as hell wasn't, and he knew Sam wasn't as well. Lucky turned to look at Sam again, who was now staring at Jason, no doubt seeing what he had seen moment earlier in the hit man's face. Joy.
She always seemed to be punished. Punished or hurt beyond measure. Sam saw the happiness in Jason's eyes, and felt not only sad and angry, but inadequate. They had been trying to have a baby for weeks now, and she couldn't get pregnant. Before Sam knew it, more tears started welling up. Liz was going to have the baby she would never had. Every time when things were good, it all fell a part. First Baby Lila's death, Hope being taken away, the kidnaping... too many obstacles for any love to overcome. She knew in her heart, that Jason and her were never meant to be. Sam was never meant to have and be loved. Once having that thought, Sam finally felt the pair of eyes on her and so she turned her head to face an equally distraught and heartbroken lucky. Lucky, she thought, poor Lucky. Here she was feeling sorry for herself, when not only did Lucky lose the love of his life but a baby that could of been, as well as the stepson he loved more than life itself. They both nodded at each other, for assurance and strength, and knew it was time to face the couple that caused their pain.