Lucky sat alone on the cotton blanket, admiring the sight unfolding in front of him. The two women he had come the most chased his son happily, jogging slowly after the rambunctious toddler. Lulu's golden blonde hair glinted in the afternoon sun, reminding him even more of his mother than usual. Everything about his younger sister's physical appearance imitated Laura Spencer, from the graceful way she carried herself to how she crossed her arms around her body in a weak form of protection to the gentle smile apparent in her eyes as she watched Cameron.

Cameron, his son, the one true thing he could believe in. Every day, he looked more and more like Zander but acted more and more like a Spencer. Lucky liked to think that he had picked up the best traits from all three of his parents. He admired Cam's innocence, how he had not yet been tainted by the many travesties life has to offer. With head full of dark curls and eyes as wide as saucers, Lucky couldn't imagine ever loving someone as much as he loved that little boy. He truly was the best thing that had ever happened.

And then there was Sam, beautiful and amazing Sam. She was his unexpected blessing, someone that he could have never seen coming. He had spent the last fifteen years incredibly in love with Elizabeth Webber, but that youthful romantic was gone. He had lived the life he had always wanted and had an amazing son to show for it. Now, he was falling in love all over again. Taking it slow, learning his way around her, she was like a puzzle he couldn't wait to solve.

"Family is pretty amazing," Nikolas commented as he collapsed next to his younger brother on the plaid blanket. His own eyes drifted toward the pocket of grass where Emily was swinging a giggling Spencer around in circles. "Sometimes I can't believe I got so damn lucky. I mean, look at them. That breathtaking woman and incredible little boy, they're mine. We belong to each other."

Lucky nodded thoughtfully as Sam scooped Cameron into her arms and Lulu dug her fingers into his ribs, setting off a wave of laughter. "It's important to belong to someone," he agreed. "After I lost Liz, I never thought I would find a place to fit in again. Looking at our little sister out there with Sam and Cameron, I know that I belong there. I belong in this family with them and you, Spencer and Em."

"Daddy!" Cameron cried out suddenly, doubling over as he fell onto the ground. Lucky could spot a trickle of blood running down his left leg. "Daddy, it hurts!"

Jogging toward his son, Lucky bent down to inspect Cam's knee. The scrape barely broke the surface, but the sight of the toddler's tears made him feel like it was the deepest cut in the world. "Hey, buddy, let's get you cleaned up," he murmured as he lifted him easily off the ground. Allowing his son to bury his face in his shirt, Lucky hurriedly carried him back toward the blanket with Emily close behind. "Lucky for us, Aunt Emily here is a doctor. She'll know exactly what to do."

"Let me see your knee," Emily ordered gently, helping to unfold his small leg to look at the abrasion. "I'm going to go get a first aid kit from the car, Cam, but you're going to be just fine. Why don't you tell your dad about the new game you want?"

The simple request was enough to take Cameron's mind of his bleeding knee. He excitedly started to talk about the new baseball game he had seen at the toy store on a visit with Audrey a few days before. By the time Emily returned with the tin box full of medical supplies, he had completely forgotten about the scrape.

"Okay, Cameron, I'm going to wipe your knee with some peroxide. It might sting a little bit," Emily warned. "I want you told hold onto your daddy's hand while we do it. He once told me when I was a little girl that if I looked all the way into those blue eyes of his, I would forget about the pain and hear the ocean."

Lucky smiled silently over his son's head at Emily. He had used that line on her when they were barely 12, running away on that insane adventure to find her aunt in Arizona. Emily had been in so much pain when she was bitten by a rattle snake, but Lucky had managed to get her through it. Through her fight with cancer and his coma, they had used the same trick to get each other through the worst physical pain imaginable. Now, she was passing it on to the next generation.

Cameron gripped his father's fingers as Emily wiped the peroxide over the skin. He winced only once, allowing a sharp breath of air to whistle past his lips. Sam appeared behind them, rubbing her had comfortingly along the little boy's back. "It hurts," he whimpered, peering up into Lucky's eyes. His father nodded in acknowledgement. Emily tried to force an assuring smile as she removed some cool salve to wipe over the cut. With a quick band aid over the small cut, he was as good as new.

"Wow, you sure are brave," Sam complimented Cameron, earning a wide smile from both father and son. "I think I would have cried if I had to have a band aid."

"Not Cam, he's tough," Lucky pointed out, ruffling his son's hair absently.

"Just like my daddy," he announced. "My dad is really tough. He's a policeman, Detective Lucky Spencer. I want to be just like him when I grow up."

The innocent declaration did not go unnoticed by anyone present except maybe Spencer. Everyone else felt their heart melt at Cam's admission. "I love you, Cam," Lucky whispered as he pulled his son into a hug, dropping a kiss on top of his head. "And I am proud of you. You acted like a big boy. Your mom would be really proud, too. In fact, I think you earned that baseball game."

The next couple hours were spent eating and playing in the grass. Games of tag and kickball took place beneath the shade of two oak trees. Cameron napped while Lulu held him adoringly in her arms. Nikolas and Emily escaped for a rare couple of minutes alone while Sam and Lucky took turns pushing Cameron on a swing. Every so often, he'd find himself stopping to watch the interaction between his son and girlfriend. Somehow, it felt like everything just fit.

"Good night, Michael," Lucky repeated impatiently hours later as he flipped off the light switch in his son's bedroom. He had been fighting to put the boy to bed for more than an hour, a task that became nearly impossible when Sam was over. He loved spending time with her so much, and he honestly couldn't blame Cam for not wanting to go to bed. He never wanted to say goodbye to Sam either, especially lately.

"Did you finally get him to sleep?" Sam asked as he sauntered down the stairs, her voice thicker than usual.

Lucky nodded in response as she climbed on the sofa next to him, her entire body tense with exhaustion. He reached over absently and pulled her feet into his laps. Discarding the designer heels thoughtlessly on the living room floor, he started to work the tender muscles in her feet. "How does that feel?"

"Amazing," she groaned, settling back further into the couch. She moaned inaudibly as he massaged the soles of her feet and then the toes. Closing her eyes, she pushed away every thought that didn't revolve around Lucky or this moment. For the first time in far too long, she managed to forget the commercial she had to shoot in a few days, the new sheets she needed to order for her new home, the stain Cameron had managed to get on her new suede jacket or the call she had ignored from Amelia that afternoon. In that moment, the only two people that existed were Sam and Lucky. "I never knew how good you were at that."

"It has been awhile," Lucky admitted softly. He started to move his fingertips up her ankle and then the calf. Slipping his fingers beneath her faded jeans, he started to move back down again.

"You know what, my back could really use a little attention," Sam spoke up. "The massage therapist at the Metrocourt says that I carry all my tension in my shoulders. If you can work that same magic on my back, I might just get rid of all the stresses of today."

Lucky obliged her request as she turned around. "Want to talk about it?"

Sam shook her head silently. "Just rub." It was rare that anyone saw Sam in anything but the trendiest clothes, but he liked her best like this. Her hair tied back in a messy ponytail, she seemed the most like her when she was dressed in these old faded jeans and a worn tee shirt. She was afraid to let most people see her like this, but with Lucky, she wasn't afraid to let him in. She preferred to be like this with him. As he ran his hands under the hem of her shirt and up her spine, he allowed himself to dip closer and inhale the lavender scent of her dark tresses. "Oh, Lucky."

"It's that good?" he teased breathily, digging his fingers into the spot just below her clavicle. She nodded wordlessly as he traced light circles over her silky skin, lightly tickling the surface. He felt her shiver beneath her touch.

She turned slightly to look at him over her shoulder, a stray strand falling across her light wide eyes. Automatically, he reached up to brush it away, allowing his open palm to rest against her flushed cheek. Feeling his warmth radiate against her skin, Sam leaned back toward him in anticipation, eagerly awaiting what was about to come. Lucky met her halfway, closing his eyes just before their lips met.

Sam lost herself in him immediately as he pressed her back against the sofa. His strong body moved on top of hers as they deepened the kiss, hands wandering everywhere at once. Her small fingers quickly worked over his buttons, letting go of his mouth only to push away the inconvenient shirt. Lucky tossed it on the floor next to her shoes immediately followed by her tee. For the first time, he felt his cool skin come in contact with hers as he collapsed on top of her body. Devouring her pert lips hungrily, he reveled in the intimacy of the moment.

"Lucky," she moaned as he nipped a line of tiny kisses along her bare collarbone. Her hair tickled his cheek as he fumbled with the zipper on her jeans. Finally, sense set in and Sam pushed him away gently. "No, Lucky, not here."

He pulled back breathlessly, brushing his hand over his face. Gathering himself for a moment, he peered down at the tiny woman beneath him. "Damn, you're beautiful."

"Take me upstairs," she ordered bluntly.

"Are you sure?"

"Take me upstairs."

Lucky didn't have to ask twice. Tucking his hands beneath her knees, he scooped her off the sofa and carried her up the staircase. A quick glance into Cameron's room indicated that the toddler was fast asleep. Thankful for the deep slumber, he headed down the dim hallway and into his master bedroom. Setting her in the middle of the plush bed, he took a moment to simple admire her. Reaching across the bed to light a single candle, he shut the door heavily and came back to where she was waiting for him. Sam gazed up at Lucky from her place on the bed, her eyes permeating with desire. Reaching up, she pulled on his belt loop and yanked him down to her, a simple movement that took them from two to one.