Okay, so I decided to put my other story on the back burner this week. I've had a lot of reviews for my last chapter, so I decided to not leave you guys hanging for a week. You are welcome. I haven't really thought this through, so I'm just going with my instincts.

Kelly walked up the porch steps and stood in front of Brandon. She stared at him, holding the envelope to her son's future in her hands. She was scared to open it, but knew she had to do it. Brandon leaned his crutches against the railing and put his hand on Kelly's arm.

"Kel, you've got to open it."

Kelly looked into his eyes as tears welled up in her own eyes. "I don't know if I can."

"Babe, whatever those test results say, I'm here for you. I'm here for Sam."

Kelly looked down at the envelope, her tears falling on the paper.

Brandon watched Kelly for a moment. "Kelly. I know we've talked around this subject for a while now and haven't faced it head on. I need to know the truth. Could Sammy be my son?"

Kelly turned away from Brandon. It had been more than five years ago. Kelly was attending Columbia University, obtaining a master's degree in child psychology. She was hanging out in the city when she ran into Brandon in Central Park. They spent the afternoon together, riding the Carousel, walking the grounds and taking a carriage ride. It had been the perfect day- a day that neither of them wanted to end. And it didn't end there. They spent the perfect evening together curled up in each other's arms. The problem was, Brandon lived in another city. And he left the next morning before he even had the chance to say goodbye- off to Europe to follow a news story. The next week, Kelly went to visit her friends back in California, where she ran into no other but Dylan McKay.

"Kel?" Brandon asked. "Did you hear me?"

Kelly turned away from Brandon, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Yeah I heard you." Kelly sighed and turned towards Brandon. "Yes, Brandon. I do think Sammy could be your son."

Brandon put his arm around Kelly. "Then open the envelope."

Kelly looked down at the envelope and tore it open slowly, being careful not to rip any pages. She studied the front page for a couple minutes, as tears rolled down her eyes. Brandon slowly took Kelly's hands, turning the pages towards him. As he glanced at the pages, he slowly took Kelly in his arms as she began to weep.

There was a 0.000% chance that Dylan McKay was the father of Samuel Taylor. Which meant, according to Kelly, that Brandon was the father of Sammy. Brandon held Kelly in his arms for what seemed like forever. He knew he was going to have to ask for a paternity test to ensure he was Sammy's father. But he really didn't care. He was willing to be there for this woman that he held in his arms and that child that was sleeping upstairs in his room.

Brandon kissed Kelly on the head and stroked her hair. "Don't worry, babe. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

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Brenda got out of the shower and put her pajamas on. She wasn't sure if she should wait for Brandon to come back. She knew he was spending time with Kelly; and even though she was a little jealous, she was excited that her brother was finally happy. As Brenda dried her hair, she heard the doorbell ring.

That had better not be Brandon, she sighed. He should know better than to ring the doorbell this late and wake his niece. Brenda walked to the front door and opened it, not expecting the man that stood in front of her.

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

Dylan grabbed for Brenda and held her in his arms as he broke down, weeping.

"Dylan, what's the matter?" she asked, concerned.

Dylan looked at Brenda. "He's not my son."

Okay, you guys won. It was pretty unanimous that everyone wanted Brandon to be the father. Next up- Brandon and Dylan deal with the paternity results.