(**Hey guys!! Since "Trust your Heart" did pretty well, I decided to start
another fic. This one's going to be a SHUIS fic. The story takes place
about three years from where Passions is right now. Sheridan has gotten
back her memory of Luis and the two of them are happily married with a baby
girl, Emma. Beth still has Baby Martin, as Luis and Sheridan continue to
believe that their baby is dead. This time I'm going for a more adventurous
storyline, so plz r&r and tell me what you think.**)
CH. 1
"Don't worry sweetheart," Sheridan whispered. "You're back in mommy's arms. No one will ever hurt you again. Just remember that I will always love you no matter what happens." Sheridan lovingly rocked the newborn in her arms, as tears slowly rolled down her cheek. "Even though mommy may not always be with you, whenever you feel alone or scared, just snuggle underneath your blankets and feel my loving arms around you. I love you so much sweetheart."
She gently rubbed the baby's soft skin as he slowly settled down.
"Alright, that's enough!" A cold and evil voice barked. "Time to hand over the baby!"
"No! Please, just a little while longer." Sheridan begged the stranger. "The little darling has finally calmed down!"
"I don't care! The least time he spends with you the better, especially since you're never going to see him again!" The woman smirked. "Now hand over the baby!"
Sheridan tried to hold on to the delicate infant but the woman's strong arms snatched him away.
"No!" She screamed. "Give me back my baby! Give him to me!"
~*~*~*~*
"Give him to me, give me my baby!" Sheridan Lopez- Fitzgerald jumped up from her bed in a cold sweat.
"Sheridan what's wrong?" Luis opened his eyes. "Are you alright?"
Sheridan adjusted her eyes to the dark room, slowly looking over at her husband.
"What happened? Where's my baby?" Sheridan could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
"Honey, Emma's sleeping in her crib." Luis rolled over and turned on the lamp beside the bed, wiping the sweat off of his wife's forehead.
"Emma?" Sheridan repeated her daughter's name, as she struggled to remember her recent nightmare. "No, my baby! The woman took my baby! We have to get him back!" Sheridan tried to get out of the bed but Luis stopped her.
"Sheridan, listen to me!" he tried to calm her down, sadly looking into her eyes. "The baby is not here. Sheridan he died. He's not coming back honey."
"No Luis, he's not dead! He's alive and I have to go get him!" Sheridan struggled from Luis's strong arms. "Luis, let go! We have to save our baby!"
Luis hated reminding Sheridan of their baby's death. He thought that she had finally accepted that their baby had been killed in a car that flew over the bridge, but obviously she still had not fully recovered from the trauma.
"Sheridan, you have to stop this. Our baby died three years ago." He gently rubbed her head. "I miss him too sweetheart, but we have to accept that he's gone."
"My baby," Sheridan finally gave up, crying into Luis's arms. "I miss him so much."
Luis held his sobbing wife.
"I know you do Sheridan." He gently kissed her. "I know."
CH. 1
"Don't worry sweetheart," Sheridan whispered. "You're back in mommy's arms. No one will ever hurt you again. Just remember that I will always love you no matter what happens." Sheridan lovingly rocked the newborn in her arms, as tears slowly rolled down her cheek. "Even though mommy may not always be with you, whenever you feel alone or scared, just snuggle underneath your blankets and feel my loving arms around you. I love you so much sweetheart."
She gently rubbed the baby's soft skin as he slowly settled down.
"Alright, that's enough!" A cold and evil voice barked. "Time to hand over the baby!"
"No! Please, just a little while longer." Sheridan begged the stranger. "The little darling has finally calmed down!"
"I don't care! The least time he spends with you the better, especially since you're never going to see him again!" The woman smirked. "Now hand over the baby!"
Sheridan tried to hold on to the delicate infant but the woman's strong arms snatched him away.
"No!" She screamed. "Give me back my baby! Give him to me!"
~*~*~*~*
"Give him to me, give me my baby!" Sheridan Lopez- Fitzgerald jumped up from her bed in a cold sweat.
"Sheridan what's wrong?" Luis opened his eyes. "Are you alright?"
Sheridan adjusted her eyes to the dark room, slowly looking over at her husband.
"What happened? Where's my baby?" Sheridan could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
"Honey, Emma's sleeping in her crib." Luis rolled over and turned on the lamp beside the bed, wiping the sweat off of his wife's forehead.
"Emma?" Sheridan repeated her daughter's name, as she struggled to remember her recent nightmare. "No, my baby! The woman took my baby! We have to get him back!" Sheridan tried to get out of the bed but Luis stopped her.
"Sheridan, listen to me!" he tried to calm her down, sadly looking into her eyes. "The baby is not here. Sheridan he died. He's not coming back honey."
"No Luis, he's not dead! He's alive and I have to go get him!" Sheridan struggled from Luis's strong arms. "Luis, let go! We have to save our baby!"
Luis hated reminding Sheridan of their baby's death. He thought that she had finally accepted that their baby had been killed in a car that flew over the bridge, but obviously she still had not fully recovered from the trauma.
"Sheridan, you have to stop this. Our baby died three years ago." He gently rubbed her head. "I miss him too sweetheart, but we have to accept that he's gone."
"My baby," Sheridan finally gave up, crying into Luis's arms. "I miss him so much."
Luis held his sobbing wife.
"I know you do Sheridan." He gently kissed her. "I know."