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Story-

There are moments in life when every second that passes feels like an eternity. Sonny's life had been full of them before, and he was going to add yet another instance to the list. He sat there taking a quick glance at Damian every few minutes. The boy appeared to never look at him, or at least knew when Sonny was going to look and made sure they didn't find each other looking at one another. As hard as this was for Damian it was hard for Sonny as well. Those that only know him by name and not reputation would think that he is the stone cold mobster who feels nothing when he orders even the most heinous of crimes to take place. They were only part right. Sonny's life caused him to act like nothing would ever hurt him. He couldn't let others see any signs of vulnerability in him, because they would take it as a weakness and try a take over. They didn't see everything that there was to Sonny Corinthos. They knew not of his past, growing up without a father and instead being stuck with an abusive step-father who took out his frustrations on the boy who didn't know why he was being hit. The resentment he felt for Michael, his father, which was still a strong part of his life even now. Through Lily the two had become more civil with one another, but Sonny would always have that hurt caused by abandonment, and nothing could take it away. It was a weapon for him. His personal pain quickly became a reason for his lifestyle. A justification for all that he did. It worked sometimes, but it wouldn't always work. There were times when everything became too much for Sonny to handle. Lily's death because of Sonny's life. Losing his first child because of AJ, sacrificing his unborn child so that his wife could survive. For every high in Sonny's life there always appeared to be a low to counter it. The latest ordeal with Carly was the last straw. He almost lost her again, and there was no way that he could lie to himself. No way he could make what had happened to his wife into a validation of his past. His reckless nature had put Carly and so many others in danger more times than he could ever hope to count. He'd ruined more lives than he ever helped. With another look at Damian he wondered if he had ruined another.

Carly needed to get away from everything. She couldn't help but laugh at the irony. Only hour ago she was the happiest she had been in a long time and now she was wondering what effect this would have on her family. Unexpected relatives coming into Sonny's life, it had happened before. While Courtney had quickly become Carly's best friend and constant confidant, Ric was one of the most twisted people she had ever encountered. He had a vendetta against Sonny that he had carried since he was a small child, one that he still carried. Would Damian be any different? She knew nothing about him except that came here to reveal himself to Sonny. Would he just leave? She could only be that lucky. Would he stay and bring havoc to them? Would he ruin the marriage that they worked so hard preserving after the accident? Given the track record, that was the way it was going most.

"I would think that you would have been with your husband right now. He needs your companionship. He needs to know that you still love him."

"I'll go in there soon, mom," Carly said without turning around.

"Carly, whatever you're thinking right now you can't blame it on him. Believe me when I say that I'm the last person you'd expect to defend your husband, but I'm doing it now. I've seen the way he cares for Michael and Morgan, he tries so hard to be a good father to those boys. If he would have known about."

"Stop right there, mom." Carly ordered, "Whatever you're about to say isn't true. It can't be true."

Bobbie shook her head, "If you really believed that, would you be standing out here alone? Carly, you're so afraid of the possibilities that you're not thinking about anyone but yourself."

"I'm not?" She snapped back, "Mom, this whole time I've been thinking about what this could do to my family. My family, not myself. Sonny especially. He's taking this so hard. He barely knew the woman. and he still."

"Carly, listen to me and listen good," Bobbie forced her daughter around so that Carly was looking at her, "We make mistakes, especially when we're young, but we can't be judged by those mistakes alone. If we were what would that make me? I'd never have you in my life, and I certainly wouldn't have my wonderful grandchildren. What happened with you haunts me now, and will haunt me until I die, but I'm so thankful that I was able to start making up for the mistakes I made. Don't you think Sonny deserves that chance?"

He couldn't stand it anymore. Even without looking he could feel the stare. It made him feel so uncomfortable, so unwelcome, so insignificant. For some reason he was attracted here. He looked at the statue of the Virgin Mary, candles that were littered around, some lit, others out. He hadn't been inside a church for years, ever since his mother died. His family wasn't supportive of his decision. None of the Zuniga's had ever forsaken their God before, even with everything that they went through. He didn't care then, and he certainly didn't care now. He couldn't understand how the so called 'divine plan' would entitle that a child have his mother stripped away from him in such a manner that he was forced to watch her slowly whittle away. He was left with so many memories, but the ones that would always stand out were the ones that happened shortly before she died. He felt no comfort inside the mini-church, but he remained anyway. The feeling of God staring down at him was much less intimidating than the prospect of Sonny wishing he had never come around. If he could do it again, would he just stay in Los Angeles? Ignore that which was written in the letter? Live life without every knowing of his father? If Sonny even was his father. That was the worst part. Not the possibility that Sonny wasn't his father, but the fact that he doubted his mother. He had never done that before in his life. She was a beacon of truth that shined in a life filled with doubt. The light still remained, even now. Her family was so strong in the belief that one must stay virginal until marriage. what could have happened that made her forsake that belief? Did Sonny rape her? He was running through the hospital within seconds.

Sonny heard him panting, "Enjoy your run?"

"We need to talk."

"Anything that you need to ask me you can ask right here, Damian."

"Did you rape my mother?"

Sonny shook his head, "I never raped your mother."

"She wouldn't give up herself so willingly, especially to a man that she had never even seen. I don't believe you."

Sonny shrugged his shoulders, "Believe what you want but I'm the only one around that knows what happened that night. I did not rape her."

"Why then?" Damian asked.

"I can't remember. Maybe we were both drunk or doing drugs, there are so many ways that it could have happened. It was one night over twenty years ago, my memory isn't perfect."

"You remembered her face."

"A face that beautiful isn't easy to forget," Sonny stated. "Be thankful that you had a woman like that for your mother. You could have done a lot worse."

"I am thankful," Damian sat on the side opposite of Sonny, "Every day of my life I am thankful for the short time I had with her."

"How did she die?" Sonny asked.

"Cancer. None of us knew that she had it until it was too late."

Sonny's eyes closed in solitude, "I'm sorry."

"Not half as sorry as I am." Damian looked at Sonny, "Have you ever had a moment in your life that was so profound that it made you swear that you would never let it happen again if you could help it?"

Sonny's mind flashed back to that rainy night where he shot his wife on accident, "Yeah, I have."

"You need to know something." Damian began, "I didn't just come here to see you. I'm going to PCU, and I'm going to become a doctor. The best way I can preserve the memory of my mother is to try and keep others from going through what I and my family went through."

"Ana would be very proud of you to say that," Sonny stated. He was proud of Damian, too. Son or not, anyone who is willing to use their own pain and fight to keep others from going through it. that took a lot of character.

Damian smiled, "No one has ever told me that she would be. I'm sure they all knew it and felt it, but they never took the time to say that she'd be proud of me. It means a lot."

A male doctor walked up to the waiting area. He knew who Sonny was, "Mr. Corinthos, Mr. Zuniga. we have the results." He opened up the folder, "Upon taking the blood sample from Mr. Zuniga and comparing it to the sample of your blood the results are positive. You are his father." The two shot looks at each other, both unaware of the fact that Carly was only a few feet away listening. The doctor saw that it was an uncomfortable time for the two men, "I'll leave you alone." He walked off, wondering how they would sort everything out.

With the mystery of his lineage solved, Damian got off the couch, "I've proved my point."

Sonny looked at his son, "And that's it? You find out that I'm your father and you run off?"

"What else would you have me do? You didn't believe me when I told you, which was proof enough that you don't want another child in your life," There was hurt in his voice, but he was holding himself well, "You're going to need some serious soul-searching, 'dad'. I think the best way you can do that is without me being around to remind you of the mistake you made. I live above Kelly's. Look for me if you change your mind. I'm not expecting you to."

"Damian!" Sonny called out, but the boy had already entered the elevator and was gone. "Damn!"

"Sonny." Carly walked up and hugged him, "I'm so sorry." She pushed herself away and looked into his eyes, "Now you have proof."

"Proof that I have a son who hates me," Sonny remarked sadly.

"He was so mean to you, the way he reacted-"

"Was the exact way he should have, Carly." Sonny walked over to the window and saw Damian walking away, "I didn't believe him."

"We can move on without him, Sonny. He wasn't in your life for twenty years, why is it so important now?"

"Because I'm his father," Sonny leaned his head against the clear glass, "Because I promised myself that I would never not be there for any of my children like my father wasn't there for me."

"You didn't know he was your son!" Carly pointed out.

"And now I do. Now I want to be in his life and he might not let me."