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Disclaimer: I own this idea. Please don't steal it. However, feel free to steal the main characters such as Jesse, Maxie, Georgie, Dillon, etc, because in all honesty, there not mine. I borrowed them from ABC without asking and with no intentions of returning them. So, take them, leave me the rest, and please, please, please, don't take my idea, make some edits, and call it your own. It makes me want to punch someone. And I'm not so good at that. I always manage to end up more hurt than the person I was trying to punch. Alright, I'm going to shut up now because the disclaimer is longer than the actual story.

A/N: This is just a quick one shot. It was meant to be turned into a story with this as the prologue, but due to my current GH embargo, it won't be. I just wanted to post this 'cause I really liked the idea. I know that I said no taking this idea, but I wrote the disclaimer a while ago. The summary of what it was supposed to be is on the bottom as well as some clarification in case you're confused. Email me or lemme know in a review if u wanna develop this into an actual story. It's gonna be first come first served.

Jesse's POV

This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, short of my wedding day. This is the day that my son is being born. Brandon Max Beaudry. My wife and I had decided long ago to name our first son Brandon. The Max part came later. I wanted it to be his first name, but I remembered that we had decided on Brandon and I wasn't about to change something that we had decided on together. Max was after her. Beautiful her.

We had been through hell and back together. We had seen the bad times, and we had seen the good. We dealt with more than anyone should ever have had to. But all in all, we made it. We were married and we were getting a son. But we didn't really make it in all honesty. We didn't. Things had happened all wrong. Things had gotten screwed up.

It's supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Then why am I crying? Why am I blocking out the sounds and sights of this hospital, in this miracle ward, where new life enters the world. Why am I numb? Why can't I feel anything? Anything but dread at least.

After today, I get to take home a beautiful baby boy. I hope he has her eyes. God do I hope he has her eyes.

This is wrong, it's all so wrong. I hear the screams as she goes into labor. Into labor with my son. But it's wrong. Because it's the wrong she going into labor. It's her sister. My wife's sister's going into labor with my son. Her husband is holding her hand as she screams. I should be the one doing the handholding.

I didn't get her pregnant. It was in vitro. It was my sperm and my wife's egg, combined and put in her sister to make the baby that she carried. That was how my son was made.

After all, Maxie was dead.

A/N: Alright, who did I shock? Who did I make think at first that Jesse got Georgie knocked up? Come on, admit it. I hope that happened at least. That was my goal. And as a gift for reading it, here's your summary.

Summary: Maxie's heart condition finally gets the best of her, leaving her husband Jesse devastated. But the two made alternate arrangements, and thanks to in vitro fertilization, Jesse is getting the child they have always wanted after she is gone. Told through present day and a series of flashbacks into Maxie and Jesse's lives from different POV's.

So that's the idea, lemme know if you want it and how you plan on developing it. It goes to the first taker who presents it in a way that I actually like. After all, I don't want this to be turned into crap, lol.

-Leanna Ross