May 11, 1990

"Make a wish baby girl." He said as she blew out the 10 candles on her birthday cake. He couldn't believe his little girl was 10 today. He smiled as he looked at his daughter and all her friends then he looked at his mother and his sister grateful to have both of them there to celebrate this day with them. The only thing Julian could have wished for, for his daughter was that her mother was here.

May 13, 1980

Upstairs in his room at his parents house Julian heard the doorbell ring. His curiosity got the best of him as he found himself headed downstairs to see who was there.

"Dad? Is that what I think that it?

"Yes son, It's a baby"

"Where did it come from? I Mean whose is it?

"I have no idea, when I opened the door it was just sitting here smiling at me."

"Have you told mom yet?"

"No, will you go get her please. Oh and call the police too."

"Okay Dad."

"Daddy, Daddy, Father, Dad" she said trying to get her father's attention before finally yelling "Julian Victor Jerome."

"What, Yeah Sam what's wrong? Is everything okay?" finally snapping out of it running to his daughter checking her over making sure she is okay.

"Dad, I'm fine, are you okay? Where were you just now?"

"I'm fine, What did you need."

Noticing he blew off her question but deciding to wait until later to pick him apart for answers. " I just wanted to let you know we were going to the pool."

"Oh, okay sweetie, I'll be out there in a few. I'm going to clean up a bit in here."

Sam was almost out the door before she turned back running to her father and throwing her arms around his neck "Dad, I Love you. Thank you for never abandoning me."

When Julian was done cleaning up the living room he went to the fireplace and picked up his favorite picture off the mantle. The first picture taken of the two of them after he found out Sam was his daughter. He took the back of the fame that revealed a piece of paper all folded up. He took it out and began to read it even though he knew it word for word.

"Dad, there is a letter in this diaper bag."

"Well don't just stand there, read it. Hopefully it tells us why this baby is here."

"Okay, here goes nothing."

"Dear Julian, My name is Alexandra and we met at McCoy's bar in August and you may not remember but we had sex that night in the back of your car and well I got pregnant. Here is your daughter, her name is Samantha Jerome. DO NOT try to find me. It will not end well for you or our daughter. Sincerely Alexandra."

"I don't know if I believe this Dad."

"Well what do you want to do, get a DNA test?"

"That's the only thing I can think of that will tell me the truth."

"What do you do if Samantha isn't mine?"

"We will figure that out if we get there okay. Let's just see if the baby I'm holding is my granddaughter or not."

"Okay, lets go."