Sam opened her eyes. She saw the blue ones right next to her.
"Morning, beautiful." Jason said, kissing her gently. She glanced at the clock, noticing it was almost 9 o'clock.
She sat up quickly. "Where are the kids?"
"They're fine."
"Why aren't they awake?" Sam asked, getting out of bed.
"They woke up late last night. I layed them back down. They're tired." Jason said, shrugging. "You worry too much." He pulled her back down onto the bed.
They both heard little feet hitting the carpet. The door was thrown open. "Mama!" the little girl looked at her parents. "Up!" Sam lifted her little girl onto the bed.
"Where's your brother?" as if on cue, the little boy came stomping in. He climbed on the bed.
Jason sat up. The two kids were put in between their parents.
"I hungry." Their son complained. Sam started to get up. She sighed.
Knowing she was tired, Jason put an arm around her waist and pulled her back down on the bed. "I'll go make breakfast."
"Me too!" Jason picked up his son and walked down the stairs with him.
Sam watched as her small daughter climbed onto her stomach. "Hi baby." the mother whispered to her little girl. She layed down on Sam and began to breathe slow, even breaths. Both of them fell asleep.
"Breakfast is ready." Jason said, walking back into his bedroom. He saw one of the most beautiful sights. Sam was lying on the bed holding the little girl. Their little girl.
He never thought it would happen. The doctors' had said she would never be able to have a baby. But then, 4 years ago, she had a baby boy. His baby boy. They had named him Mason Sonny Morgan. The doctors had said he was a miracle. He had fixed Sam; she could now have children easily and normally.
So they tried again. They got their two year old little girl. Sam couldn't believe she had had a little girl. She named the baby Emily Sophia Morgan. That little girl was Sam's baby.
His family. Jason loved the sound of that. Something that could be his and no one else's. His Son. His daughter. But most of all, His Sam. God he loved her. She was his pride. His whole world revolved around her. He knew that was where he belonged. Home with his beautiful wife and beautiful children.
"Daddy!" he heard from downstairs. Jason walked over and kissed Emily's forehead. He pushed Sam's dark hair out of her eyes and kissed her. Then he closed the door, going downstairs with Mason.
"Hello, Morgan men. Where are the ladies?" Carly asked as Jason let her into the house. She smiled at Mason.
"Hi Auntie Carly!" he exclaimed.
"Mase, why don't you go turn on cartoons?" Jason suggested.
"Okay." The 4 year old walked into the living room.
"Where's Sam?"
"Look." Jason led Carly upstairs. They both looked into the bedroom. Carly smiled at the sight in front of them.
"You are such a softie."
"I am not." Jason said.
"Yes you are. I knew it."
"I am not a softie."
"Jase, you're falling apart at the sight of your wife and daughter, like you haven't seen this a million times." Carly said, closing the door and leading Jason down the stairs.
"I haven't. If you haven't noticed, I'm at your house with Sonny more than I am here with them."
"I'm sorry. I'm going to talk to Sonny. You should be with your family more." She started for the door.
"Carly?" Jason called after her.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"Anytime, Jase. Anytime."