AN hey i know its been forever but imm baaack!!! heres the next chapter of Our Miracle!!!

"Emma honey. Will you please come down for dinner?" Courtney asked her daughter after she had knocked and opened up her door.

"Im not that hungry, I think I'll skip it," Emma gave me her usual answer. Over the past week Emma hadnt been eating anything at all. She had asked for some water occasionally but that was it.

"You have school tomorrow," Courtney said, changing the subject.

Emma started crying.

"Mom, I cant hide this from you anymore!! Can I talk to you and Dad downstairs for a minute? Please?" Emma asked her mother, she didnt know how to tell them but she knew she had to soon. She definetely couldnt avoid this forever...

"Of course baby, come on," Courtney said as she led her distraught daughter out of her room and down the stairs.

Downstairs on the couch

"Mom, Dad, this is going to be hard for you to h-hear. I wish I wasnt in the situation that I am but, theres no changing the state im in. As much- as much as I dont want this to be true it is..." Emma began to say, but she choked up and put her head in her hands and cried. Jason and Courtney looked at eachother and Jason moved away from his wife to sit next to his daughter.

"Emma you can tell us anything. Nothing you say will alter the fact that you are our only child and we love you no matter what. Nothing could possibly change the way we look at you or feel about you. Nothing in the world could change that," Jason told her as he put his arm around her and held her close.

"I-I God!! Im pregnant!" Emma yelled as she buried her face in her fathers shirt and mumbled, "Please Daddy. I didnt mean it. Please dont hate me!"

Jason looked at Courtney in shock. His baby. His only daughter was going to be a mother. He let a tear slip down his cheek before he said,

"I love you Emma, more than anything, we'll get through this. Just like we get through everything else," Jason said as he placed a kiss on her head and let her get up.

"I uh- I need some time to think about this," Emma said as she made her way up the stairs and to her room.

"Pregnant?" Courtney choked out. Courtney couldnt believe that her fifteen year old was having a baby because she was raped. Pregnant with Ric Lansing's grandson. Nothing made sense anymore.

She felt Jason come over and felt herself being pulled up by the arm. He held her close and whispered into her hair that he had to go out and think for a while. Courtney just merely nodded her head yes before she left a note for Emma telling her that she went out as well. She just needed to make sure that Emma would be protected.

Jason Morgan found himself on the docks. Not exactly surprised at the fact that he ended up there. It was a great place to clear your mind. He was worried now that the reality of the situation had set in. Emma was pregnant with a child that came from her being raped...so that would make the child a Lansing... which could mean that Ric would go after Emma to make sure that he got his grandchild, he might even go as far as to do what he did to Carly to Emma. But there was no way that he would let that happen. No way in hell.

Courtney had gone everywhere except home. It had been hours since she'd left, but she could care less. She needed to get away from her life, even if it was just for a little while. She was now at the park, sitting in the gazebo. Alone. She had thought about Emma and Jason and how this would affect their family the whole time she had been gone. She knew that this had hit Jason harder than it hit her. Jason worshipped the ground Emma walked on, Courtney knew that he was going to make sure she was safe from Ric, and anyone else who was a threat. Courtney had tried to picture her daughter pregnant just then and tears sprung to her eyes and threatened to spill. Emma was fifteen and now her life was complicated by the fact that she would have a baby to take care of for the rest of her life... she wasnt ready. It was as simple as that. She had to go home now. That she could not avoid. Home really was where her heart is.