A/N: There are only 3 more chapters left in this, eek!

When I started this fic, I had no ending, instead I decided to leave it up to the muse to decide. Well, she finally has and I look forward to wrapping up this story with you all.

Thank you for the kind words/reviews.

There's a ship out
On the ocean
At the mercy of the sea
It's been tossed about
Lost and broken
Wandering aimlessly

Gently she touched the stubble of his face around the bandages and tubes. His jaw was bruised down the left side, the stitches holding together the part of his beautiful face that had been marred by the glass. It was one of the hardest things she had ever faced…watching him lie in that bed, so still, almost like he was in a peaceful sleep…but it wasn't some sleep…the doctors had told her he would never wake up. She hadn't accepted it. Sure she nodded, and signed every paper like everything was okay. Part of her was mad at him…for putting her in charge of any medical decisions, for leaving her to have this baby all by herself…and for making her love him so damn much. That was only the smallest part of her, the rest ached, sat by his bedside, said more Hail Mary's in one night then she had practically her whole night, begged him to wake up, and cried when the brain monitor beeped the same beep over and over.

And God somehow
You know that ship is me
'Cause there's a lighthouse
In the harbour
Shining faithfully
Pouring its light out
Across the water
For this sinking soul to see
That someone out there
Still believes in me

His arm was stiff to her touch but she bent it at the elbow and brought it to her flat stomach, "You have a reason to come back…and not just me, or the girls, or even Matt and your father, you have this baby to come back to…the baby we wanted" she begged tears falling like rain from her eyes and dying on her lips.

On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and
It keeps me hanging on
Raining down
Against the wind
I'm reaching out till
We reach the circle's end
When you come
Back to me again

She could still taste his kiss some nights where she would wake up in the bed and reach for him and instead find herself clutching the cold pillowcase. Sonny had made it a habit to spend the night on her living room couch. After the first couple of times she stopped fighting him about it…because the truth was as much as she hated needed anyone, she needed him…to remind her to smile with the girls, to eat her vegetables for the baby and to not feel like the noose was simply slipping tighter and tighter around her neck.

Five months into her pregnancy and her belly was starting to round slightly, "I have a doctor's appointment today…and ultrasound, I'm going to hang the picture of our strong healthy baby right next to your head…just as a reminder for when I'm not here, okay" she told him before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Walking out she pinched her eyes shut before the fat tears had a chance to reveal the extent of her broken heart. As she climbed off the elevator towards Dr. Lee's office she found him sitting there, coat draped over arm, his curls combed back and a nervous frown on his face.

"Sonny, what are you doing here?" she asked.

Looking up he gave her a small sad smile and stepped off the chair and towards her, "I told you that I'm with you every step of the way" he said as a mixture of a promise and a warning.

Nodding she let a small smile, "Thank you Sonny"

OoO

There's a moment
We all come to
In our own time and
Our own space
Where all that we've done
We can undo
If our heart's
In the right place

Dr. Lee always looked at her with a mixture of sadness of compassion. It was hard being around anyone in the hospital really because everyone knew Patrick, and everyone had cared about him. She was glad he had so many people there to visit. It's the reason she had refused to move him from General Hospital. Sure a big part of it was that she wasn't just accepting that he was never going to wake up…but another part wanted him to be there…somewhere she knew he loved, with people who loved him. Being a Cassadine, it wasn't hard to convince the board…especially with Nikolas championing her cause every step the way.

Sonny sat silent next to her watching as Kelly squeezed the jelly on her barely forming bump, "Well, there is your baby" she said smile.

There was something about looking on the screen, to see the strong heart beat of their child that gave her another surge of hope, "My baby" she said her voice getting caught in her throat.

She always forgot how much he knew her, and it seemed that every time she truly needed him he sensed it and was there to offer whatever he could. Today, his hand found hers holding it tight…and she realized how good they were at being each others strength.

On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and
It keeps me hanging on
Raining down
Against the wind
I'm reaching out till
We reach the circle's end
When you come
Back to me again

Moving the paddle around Kelly took them through each part of the little growing person and Alexis marveled at it all…the tiny toes, fingers, but it all came back to the little heart.

"Would you like to know the sex?" Kelly asked.

Looking to Sonny he smiled supportively, "Yes" she said nodding.

For a minute she moved the device on her stomach and then smiled, "Well Mommy, meet your son" she told her.

And again I see
My yesterday's in front of me
Unfolding like a mystery
You're changing all that is
And used to be

The emotion released like an overflowing dam, and her whole body shook with a sad and happy sob. His hand tightened in hers and he brings his body close to hers and leans in to her ear, "Your son is beautiful and strong…just like his mom"

Strong and beautiful…she wishes she could believe it…because right now all she feels weak and broken.

After she steps out of the room and he is there with a dozen roses, "You didn't have to do that" is her response.

He shrugs, "Thank you for letting me share that with you today"

Before she can think she is wrapping her arms around him and letting his hug envelope her, "Thank you Sonny…for everything" she murmured her head on his shoulder.

When they pulled apart she smiled at him, "I'll see you later?" she asked hopeful.

His dimples etched into his cheeks, "If I didn't know better I would think you like me sleeping on your couch counselor" he teased.

Shrugging she rubbed her stomach, "More like the little soccer player likes Uncle Sonny's dinner much better then Kelly's…although don't tell Mike" she added walking down the hallway.

OoO

Coming into his room she felt her heart flutter, "Hey" she whispered approaching his bed.

Pulling out the black and white fuzzy picture she places it on the end table propping it up against a vase of flowers. Taking his hand she gently entwines their fingers remembering the feeling of his soft nimble fingers on her skin.

On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and
It keeps me hanging on
Raining down
Against the wind
I'm reaching out till
We reach the circle's end
When you come
Back to me again

"That, is your son Patrick…he's strong and healthy…you should see the way his little heart beats, a champion just like his daddy….but he needs you to wake up, okay? I know what these doctors say, but they don't know you like I know you…so you need to wake up for me, okay? Take your time, but I'm not giving up on you and either is your son" she finished before laying her head on the bed next to his.

When you come
Back to me again

(When You Come Back to Me Again – Garth Brooks)

Lightly brushing her lips against his cheek she smiled sadly wishing she could be looking into those chocolate brown eyes, "I never said it enough…but I love you Patrick"