Chapter 27
"Where is she?" Jason asked, balling his fists against his legs.
"She's in Los Angeles," Justus replied.
"I'm going to get her," Jason replied.
"No," Ric replied. "You're not leaving until she's brought back here and we know for sure it's her."
"Like Hell I'm staying here!" Jason replied.
"We can let you go home and wait for your wife, or we can keep you in that cell." Jason looked at Justus and shook his head.
"She better be okay, Justus. She and my children had better damned well be okay." One of the guards lead Jason out to sign release papers. Justus crossed his arms and looked at Ric.
"Looks like you aren't going to get to convict him after all," Justus said with a smirk.
"He's going to slip one day," Ric replied. "When he does, I'll be waiting with the electric chair." Ric walked off and Justus walked out to help Jason with the release papers."
**
Later on, Faith was lying in her hospital bed. The twins had been taken back to the nursery, and she was left all alone to think. She had decided not to tell Jason about what Leon Alcazar had done to her. She knew that he was dead and that it didn't matter anymore. She didn't want to trouble Jason with the awful news that Leon had raped her several times.
The memories were too painful, but she didn't wait Jason to have to feel that pain. She sat up in her bed and ran her fingers through her hair. She looked in a hand mirror in her drawer and saw the dark circles under her eyes. She looked horrible and it made her want to cry. She heard a knock on the door and she looked over to see Sonny standing there with shock in his eyes.
"Sonny!" Faith exclaimed. She began to tremble and tears sprung from her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.
"Oh my God," Sonny whispered. "It's really you?"
"It's me," Faith cried. "Where's Jason?"
"He's . . . he's still in Port Charles."
"I need to see him, Sonny," Faith cried. "I need to go home."
"I know," Sonny whispered. "Are you okay?" He sat down next to her bed.
"I'm okay," she replied quietly.
"Where were you?"
"Alcazar had me in some apartment for six months," she replied, wiping the tears away.
"Lorenzo? But he's in jail . . ."
"No . . . not Lorenzo. They had a third brother. His name was Leon. I killed him."
"God," Sonny whispered. "I'm going to call Jason and fill him in."
"Okay," Faith whispered. "But after you tell him that, let me talk to him."
"I will." Sonny left the room to call Jason and Faith slowly climbed out of her bed. She put on a robe and walked down the hall to see Emily and Jason Jr. in the nursery. Their beds were right up front.
"We're going home," Faith whispered. "We're going to be with daddy. Everything's gonna be okay. My little angels . . . you're going to be so happy." She felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned to see Sonny. He had the phone in his hands and Faith felt her heart skip a beat. She took the phone into her hands and she trembled as she spoke. "Hello?"
"Faith," Jason said softly. Faith burst into tears.
"It's me," she sobbed. She heard a sob escape Jason's throat.
"Thank God you're okay. I never gave up on you, baby."
"I'm so sorry . . ."
"You didn't do anything wrong," Jason whispered. He wanted to ask her about the babies, but he wasn't sure if he should. He didn't know if she had lost them while she was kidnapped. He knew they'd talk about it when she was home. "I love you so much, baby."
"I love you," Faith whispered. "I want to come home."
"Sonny's bringing you home tonight. I can't wait to hold you in my arms again. I hope you haven't forgotten what I look like."
"I could never forget what you look like. That spiky hair . . ."
"My hair's long now," he admitted. "I've been sitting in jail for six months."
"Oh God," Faith cried.
"It's alright, honey. We'll be together again very soon." The connection broke and Faith handed the phone back to Sonny. She looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"Do you have room for two car seats on the plane?" she asked. She pointed to Emily and Jason."
"These are yours . . ." he replied.
"Yeah," Faith answered. "Jason Jr. and Emily."
"Congratulations," Sonny replied. Faith smiled a little.
"Thank you for coming here," she said gently. "Oh my God . . . you're walking? I just realized . . ."
"A lot has changed."
"Like what?"
"Carly's pregnant . . . with twins."
"Oh my God," Faith said softly. "That's amazing. You're married to her again?"
"Yeah," Sonny replied. "Can you believe it?"
"It's about time," Faith replied, sniffling.
"Hey, what do you say we get you home?"
"I'd like that," Faith replied, going back to her room to prepare for the trip home.
**
The children were all upstairs in bed and Carly was sitting on the couch reading a pregnancy magazine. The house was quiet except for Max's constant pacing on the front porch. The twins were really kicking around inside of Carly's tummy. Carly closed her eyes as a headache came along. She put her magazine down and leaned back against a pillow. She was extremely uncomfortable and she knew that it was going to continue for the next three months.
Thunder roared outside and it shook the house. Lightening followed and Carly jumped. She stood up and went upstairs to check on the children. She went into the boys' room to check on them and saw that they were all sleeping peacefully. She went to the girls' room and they were all nestled safely in their beds. Carly sighed and she heard a noise coming from the attic as the power went off. A tremble of fear made Carly's whole body quiver. She reached into the hall closet and found a flashlight. She walked to the door that led up to the attic. She bit her lip and chewed on it nervously as she ascended the stairs.
When she reached the attic, she turned in every direction, flashing her flash light into the dark corners. The only things up there were boxes of old things and some old boxes that had been up there since before Carly moved in there. Carly realized that she'd never gone through them before. She heard the noise again and looked over to see that the storm had blown open the window and it was banging against the window sill. Carly hurried over to shut it, and she leaned against the wall for a moment.
Carly walked over to the boxes and she sat down on the floor. She opened up one of them and found a bunch of old journals. She smiled a little and began to read through them. One of them read:
December 3, 1939
My dearest Samuel was born this evening. He weighed a healthy eight pounds. He has his father's eyes and my smile. I wish Anthony were here to see his son. He's away on business again and I have no way of contacting him. I just pray that my Anthony comes home safe to me. Samuel's brothers and sisters love him very much already, but I'm worried because there are some dangerous people after my husband. We've gone into hiding several times and I fear that I'm too weak to go on again after giving birth. I pray that things will be fine until my Anthony comes back.
Laura S. Thomas
Carly was fascinated by the journals and she spent the better part of the night up there. She didn't even realize how long she had been up there until the sun began to rise. She realized that the power had long since come back on, but she hadn't been able to tear her eyes away from the fascinating life stories of Laura Thomas.
Carly put the old books back in the box and she headed downstairs, stretching her muscles and feeling her babies wake in her belly and start to kick again. Carly walked into the kitchen and she decided to fix breakfast, or at least try to, for the children.
As she was mixing the eggs for scrambled eggs, she realized that she wanted to write a book about her life. She wanted to include every detail she could remember. She was snapped out of her thoughts when a voice from behind startled her.
"Baby, why are you cooking?" he asked. Carly grinned and turned around to see Sonny. He was standing by the counter with an amused look on his face.
"Oh my God! You're home!" she exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around Sonny's neck and kissed his face over and over again. Sonny laughed and held Carly close.
"You and the kids are okay?"
"We're all fine," Carly replied.
"Okay, then let me finish breakfast before you burn the house down."
"Very funny," Carly replied, rolling her eyes. "How's Faith?"
"Faith's good. She's going to see Jason at the penthouse . . . she's nervous."
"The babies?"
"She had the babies. Jason Jr. and Emily are just fine."
"Thank God," Carly whispered. "Hopefully things can go back to normal now."
"You go lay down on the couch and I'll finish breakfast."
"Okay," Carly replied. "But when breakfast is over . . . I want to talk to you about something."
"Alright," Sonny replied. "I love you."
"I love you," Carly replied. She kissed him and walked into the living room to rest.
**
Jason stepped out of his bathroom. He had cut his hair and he had shaved. He was exactly how Faith would remember. It felt so good to be home, but he hadn't slept in his bed yet. He didn't want to sleep in it without his wife in his arms. He couldn't wait to see her beautiful face again. He wanted to take her in his arms and tell her that she was the world to him.
He walked down the stairs and he looked around. He remembered finding out that Faith was pregnant.
Jason, who was seated on the couch, looked curiously at Faith as she stood there smiling at him. "Faith?"
"Hmm?" she hummed softly. She walked over and sat down on the couch and propped her feet up on Jason's lap.
"Something on your mind?" he asked, taking off her shoes and massaging her feet. Faith grinned.
"Yeah. A little something is on my mind . . . well, a couple little somethings . . ." Jason furrowed his brows.
"What?" he asked. "I'm confused." Faith grinned.
"Well, you know how you told me, the night we got engaged, that you wanted a family with me?"
"Yeah," Jason replied, a grin creeping up on his lips.
"Well, in six months, you and I are going to have two babies! Twins!" Faith exclaimed happily. Jason's eyes went wide.
"Twins?!" he asked.
"Yeah! Are you not happy?" Faith asked.
"No! No! I'm really happy," he replied with a smile, "because you're the mother of my children." Faith grinned happily as Jason pulled her over to him. "Baby, you have made me happier than I think I can ever be. I can't believe we're going to have twins!"
Jason smiled as he thought of that day. He really wanted a family with Faith and he wasn't even sure if he still had one. He heard scuffling outside of his door and he froze. His heart stopped in his chest for a moment and he swallowed hard. He walked over to the door and turned the doorknob.
The door opened slowly and he caught a glimpse of Faith's long, beautiful blonde hair. He opened the door all the way and saw her standing there with two baby carriers, one in each hand.
"Oh my God," he whispered. Tears were already in Faith's eyes. She sat the carriers down and ran into Jason's arm. She clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
"It's really you," she sobbed into his shoulder. Jason held her tight and she closed his eyes.
"You're home," he whispered. "Thank God." Tears came to his eyes and he sighed heavily. "Are you hurt?" he asked. Faith shook her head and pulled away.
"I'm fine. I'm just fine . . ." A cry came from one of the carriers and Faith and Jason looked over.
"You've got to meet our children," Faith whispered. "They were born yesterday." She walked over and picked up both carriers. Jason took one from her and they walked over to the couch, putting the carriers on the coffee table. Faith pointed to one of them.
"That's our daughter Emily. This is Jason Jr." She pointed to little Jason. Jason's heart filled with immense joy and he looked at his wife and his children. Faith took little Jason out of his carrier and placed him in his father's arms. She then put Emily in Jason's arms and smiled.
"Say hello to daddy," she whispered. "My little ones . . ." Tears fell from Jason's eyes as he held his children for the first time; children he never thought he'd actually get to hold. They were real. They were beautiful and alive. They were perfect.
"I can't believe it," Jason said, shaking his head.
"We held on for you," Faith sobbed. "We had to see you again."
"Thank God. Thank God," Jason said quietly. "Faith, I'm sorry this happened to you. It's my fault."
"It's not your fault," Faith replied. "Baby, this . . . this was the fault of a sick man who had twisted ideas . . ."
"Faith? Did he hurt you?" Jason asked. Faith looked away.
"No. He . . . he didn't," she replied. She felt horrible lying to him, but she didn't want him to hurt for her.
"Faith . . ."
"He didn't hurt me, Jason. I'm fine. The babies are fine. That's all that matters. I just want to forget everything that happened. I want to focus on our future with our children." Jason decided to let the issue go for now.
"Alright. I think I can deal with that," Jason replied. He kissed the children in his arms and he leaned over to kiss Faith. Things were finally going the way they were supposed to be going, but why did he have the feeling that things weren't going to be so wonderful for long?
"Where is she?" Jason asked, balling his fists against his legs.
"She's in Los Angeles," Justus replied.
"I'm going to get her," Jason replied.
"No," Ric replied. "You're not leaving until she's brought back here and we know for sure it's her."
"Like Hell I'm staying here!" Jason replied.
"We can let you go home and wait for your wife, or we can keep you in that cell." Jason looked at Justus and shook his head.
"She better be okay, Justus. She and my children had better damned well be okay." One of the guards lead Jason out to sign release papers. Justus crossed his arms and looked at Ric.
"Looks like you aren't going to get to convict him after all," Justus said with a smirk.
"He's going to slip one day," Ric replied. "When he does, I'll be waiting with the electric chair." Ric walked off and Justus walked out to help Jason with the release papers."
**
Later on, Faith was lying in her hospital bed. The twins had been taken back to the nursery, and she was left all alone to think. She had decided not to tell Jason about what Leon Alcazar had done to her. She knew that he was dead and that it didn't matter anymore. She didn't want to trouble Jason with the awful news that Leon had raped her several times.
The memories were too painful, but she didn't wait Jason to have to feel that pain. She sat up in her bed and ran her fingers through her hair. She looked in a hand mirror in her drawer and saw the dark circles under her eyes. She looked horrible and it made her want to cry. She heard a knock on the door and she looked over to see Sonny standing there with shock in his eyes.
"Sonny!" Faith exclaimed. She began to tremble and tears sprung from her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.
"Oh my God," Sonny whispered. "It's really you?"
"It's me," Faith cried. "Where's Jason?"
"He's . . . he's still in Port Charles."
"I need to see him, Sonny," Faith cried. "I need to go home."
"I know," Sonny whispered. "Are you okay?" He sat down next to her bed.
"I'm okay," she replied quietly.
"Where were you?"
"Alcazar had me in some apartment for six months," she replied, wiping the tears away.
"Lorenzo? But he's in jail . . ."
"No . . . not Lorenzo. They had a third brother. His name was Leon. I killed him."
"God," Sonny whispered. "I'm going to call Jason and fill him in."
"Okay," Faith whispered. "But after you tell him that, let me talk to him."
"I will." Sonny left the room to call Jason and Faith slowly climbed out of her bed. She put on a robe and walked down the hall to see Emily and Jason Jr. in the nursery. Their beds were right up front.
"We're going home," Faith whispered. "We're going to be with daddy. Everything's gonna be okay. My little angels . . . you're going to be so happy." She felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned to see Sonny. He had the phone in his hands and Faith felt her heart skip a beat. She took the phone into her hands and she trembled as she spoke. "Hello?"
"Faith," Jason said softly. Faith burst into tears.
"It's me," she sobbed. She heard a sob escape Jason's throat.
"Thank God you're okay. I never gave up on you, baby."
"I'm so sorry . . ."
"You didn't do anything wrong," Jason whispered. He wanted to ask her about the babies, but he wasn't sure if he should. He didn't know if she had lost them while she was kidnapped. He knew they'd talk about it when she was home. "I love you so much, baby."
"I love you," Faith whispered. "I want to come home."
"Sonny's bringing you home tonight. I can't wait to hold you in my arms again. I hope you haven't forgotten what I look like."
"I could never forget what you look like. That spiky hair . . ."
"My hair's long now," he admitted. "I've been sitting in jail for six months."
"Oh God," Faith cried.
"It's alright, honey. We'll be together again very soon." The connection broke and Faith handed the phone back to Sonny. She looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"Do you have room for two car seats on the plane?" she asked. She pointed to Emily and Jason."
"These are yours . . ." he replied.
"Yeah," Faith answered. "Jason Jr. and Emily."
"Congratulations," Sonny replied. Faith smiled a little.
"Thank you for coming here," she said gently. "Oh my God . . . you're walking? I just realized . . ."
"A lot has changed."
"Like what?"
"Carly's pregnant . . . with twins."
"Oh my God," Faith said softly. "That's amazing. You're married to her again?"
"Yeah," Sonny replied. "Can you believe it?"
"It's about time," Faith replied, sniffling.
"Hey, what do you say we get you home?"
"I'd like that," Faith replied, going back to her room to prepare for the trip home.
**
The children were all upstairs in bed and Carly was sitting on the couch reading a pregnancy magazine. The house was quiet except for Max's constant pacing on the front porch. The twins were really kicking around inside of Carly's tummy. Carly closed her eyes as a headache came along. She put her magazine down and leaned back against a pillow. She was extremely uncomfortable and she knew that it was going to continue for the next three months.
Thunder roared outside and it shook the house. Lightening followed and Carly jumped. She stood up and went upstairs to check on the children. She went into the boys' room to check on them and saw that they were all sleeping peacefully. She went to the girls' room and they were all nestled safely in their beds. Carly sighed and she heard a noise coming from the attic as the power went off. A tremble of fear made Carly's whole body quiver. She reached into the hall closet and found a flashlight. She walked to the door that led up to the attic. She bit her lip and chewed on it nervously as she ascended the stairs.
When she reached the attic, she turned in every direction, flashing her flash light into the dark corners. The only things up there were boxes of old things and some old boxes that had been up there since before Carly moved in there. Carly realized that she'd never gone through them before. She heard the noise again and looked over to see that the storm had blown open the window and it was banging against the window sill. Carly hurried over to shut it, and she leaned against the wall for a moment.
Carly walked over to the boxes and she sat down on the floor. She opened up one of them and found a bunch of old journals. She smiled a little and began to read through them. One of them read:
December 3, 1939
My dearest Samuel was born this evening. He weighed a healthy eight pounds. He has his father's eyes and my smile. I wish Anthony were here to see his son. He's away on business again and I have no way of contacting him. I just pray that my Anthony comes home safe to me. Samuel's brothers and sisters love him very much already, but I'm worried because there are some dangerous people after my husband. We've gone into hiding several times and I fear that I'm too weak to go on again after giving birth. I pray that things will be fine until my Anthony comes back.
Laura S. Thomas
Carly was fascinated by the journals and she spent the better part of the night up there. She didn't even realize how long she had been up there until the sun began to rise. She realized that the power had long since come back on, but she hadn't been able to tear her eyes away from the fascinating life stories of Laura Thomas.
Carly put the old books back in the box and she headed downstairs, stretching her muscles and feeling her babies wake in her belly and start to kick again. Carly walked into the kitchen and she decided to fix breakfast, or at least try to, for the children.
As she was mixing the eggs for scrambled eggs, she realized that she wanted to write a book about her life. She wanted to include every detail she could remember. She was snapped out of her thoughts when a voice from behind startled her.
"Baby, why are you cooking?" he asked. Carly grinned and turned around to see Sonny. He was standing by the counter with an amused look on his face.
"Oh my God! You're home!" she exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around Sonny's neck and kissed his face over and over again. Sonny laughed and held Carly close.
"You and the kids are okay?"
"We're all fine," Carly replied.
"Okay, then let me finish breakfast before you burn the house down."
"Very funny," Carly replied, rolling her eyes. "How's Faith?"
"Faith's good. She's going to see Jason at the penthouse . . . she's nervous."
"The babies?"
"She had the babies. Jason Jr. and Emily are just fine."
"Thank God," Carly whispered. "Hopefully things can go back to normal now."
"You go lay down on the couch and I'll finish breakfast."
"Okay," Carly replied. "But when breakfast is over . . . I want to talk to you about something."
"Alright," Sonny replied. "I love you."
"I love you," Carly replied. She kissed him and walked into the living room to rest.
**
Jason stepped out of his bathroom. He had cut his hair and he had shaved. He was exactly how Faith would remember. It felt so good to be home, but he hadn't slept in his bed yet. He didn't want to sleep in it without his wife in his arms. He couldn't wait to see her beautiful face again. He wanted to take her in his arms and tell her that she was the world to him.
He walked down the stairs and he looked around. He remembered finding out that Faith was pregnant.
Jason, who was seated on the couch, looked curiously at Faith as she stood there smiling at him. "Faith?"
"Hmm?" she hummed softly. She walked over and sat down on the couch and propped her feet up on Jason's lap.
"Something on your mind?" he asked, taking off her shoes and massaging her feet. Faith grinned.
"Yeah. A little something is on my mind . . . well, a couple little somethings . . ." Jason furrowed his brows.
"What?" he asked. "I'm confused." Faith grinned.
"Well, you know how you told me, the night we got engaged, that you wanted a family with me?"
"Yeah," Jason replied, a grin creeping up on his lips.
"Well, in six months, you and I are going to have two babies! Twins!" Faith exclaimed happily. Jason's eyes went wide.
"Twins?!" he asked.
"Yeah! Are you not happy?" Faith asked.
"No! No! I'm really happy," he replied with a smile, "because you're the mother of my children." Faith grinned happily as Jason pulled her over to him. "Baby, you have made me happier than I think I can ever be. I can't believe we're going to have twins!"
Jason smiled as he thought of that day. He really wanted a family with Faith and he wasn't even sure if he still had one. He heard scuffling outside of his door and he froze. His heart stopped in his chest for a moment and he swallowed hard. He walked over to the door and turned the doorknob.
The door opened slowly and he caught a glimpse of Faith's long, beautiful blonde hair. He opened the door all the way and saw her standing there with two baby carriers, one in each hand.
"Oh my God," he whispered. Tears were already in Faith's eyes. She sat the carriers down and ran into Jason's arm. She clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
"It's really you," she sobbed into his shoulder. Jason held her tight and she closed his eyes.
"You're home," he whispered. "Thank God." Tears came to his eyes and he sighed heavily. "Are you hurt?" he asked. Faith shook her head and pulled away.
"I'm fine. I'm just fine . . ." A cry came from one of the carriers and Faith and Jason looked over.
"You've got to meet our children," Faith whispered. "They were born yesterday." She walked over and picked up both carriers. Jason took one from her and they walked over to the couch, putting the carriers on the coffee table. Faith pointed to one of them.
"That's our daughter Emily. This is Jason Jr." She pointed to little Jason. Jason's heart filled with immense joy and he looked at his wife and his children. Faith took little Jason out of his carrier and placed him in his father's arms. She then put Emily in Jason's arms and smiled.
"Say hello to daddy," she whispered. "My little ones . . ." Tears fell from Jason's eyes as he held his children for the first time; children he never thought he'd actually get to hold. They were real. They were beautiful and alive. They were perfect.
"I can't believe it," Jason said, shaking his head.
"We held on for you," Faith sobbed. "We had to see you again."
"Thank God. Thank God," Jason said quietly. "Faith, I'm sorry this happened to you. It's my fault."
"It's not your fault," Faith replied. "Baby, this . . . this was the fault of a sick man who had twisted ideas . . ."
"Faith? Did he hurt you?" Jason asked. Faith looked away.
"No. He . . . he didn't," she replied. She felt horrible lying to him, but she didn't want him to hurt for her.
"Faith . . ."
"He didn't hurt me, Jason. I'm fine. The babies are fine. That's all that matters. I just want to forget everything that happened. I want to focus on our future with our children." Jason decided to let the issue go for now.
"Alright. I think I can deal with that," Jason replied. He kissed the children in his arms and he leaned over to kiss Faith. Things were finally going the way they were supposed to be going, but why did he have the feeling that things weren't going to be so wonderful for long?