Christina gave Daniel and Ian both a grin as she took the cordless phone and went outside to sit on the small bench in the middle of Maeve's garden. She quickly dialed and heard her dad's voice on the other end, "Dad—hi."

"Hey sweetheart. How is everything in Ireland?"

"It's great—the weather has been perfect the whole time and everything is so green—I never imagined it looking like this. It's a painter's paradise."

Kevin couldn't help but smiling, "I'm glad you are enjoying yourself. Here's your mom—she's jumping up and down for me to give her the phone. Talk to you soon sweetheart."

"Bye Dad," she said as she waited for the exchange of persons to take place and waited for her mom. "Mom—hi."

"Hey pumpkinhead—I'm surprised to hear you calling today. Is everything ok?"

"It's great—I've got some good news actually. Daniel and I—we found out we're going to be parents sooner than we imagined."

Lucy's mouth dropped as she grabbed Kevin's hand and squeezed it tight, "My little pumpkinhead's going to have her own pumpkinhead. I'm going to be—a—grandmother. Of course, I won't have them call me that—perhaps Lulu. I was at Wyndham's yesterday and they have their new line of bedding out—it's so perfect Christina, you'll just love everything."

Christina started laughing under her breath as she listened to her mom begin to describe everything she saw to a T.

"I'm going to have a lot on my plate—organizing a wedding and trying to decorate your nursery, but that's what Don is for."

"Well, Danny and I thought about that and we're going to help you out in a way. We want to have our wedding here."

Lucy smacked the phone against Kevin's leg real quick and put it back up to her ear, "The signal must be going bad because I swear you just said you want to get married in Ireland."

"You heard me right Mom. We're just going to have a small thing here in a local chapel with a local Priest doing a small ceremony. Later—when everything is calm with Tara and Livvie—."

"Oh honey—you don't know the latest, do you?"

"I do—I talked to Livvie earlier and told her this already. She said for me to go ahead with everything now—and that she'll be there for the big party we know you'll throw when we all get back to Port Charles," she laughed as she looked to see Daniel walking outside and closing the door behind her. "Serena can't leave her work right now either—but I'm hoping you and Dad will be there."

"Oh pumpkin—we'll always be there for you," said Lucy as she wiped the tears away from her eyes.


"Katrina?" called Andrew from the closed door when there was no answer. It had been hours since she'd locked herself in her apartment since learning the truth about Caleb. It had broken her heart, that was easy enough to tell, but he was hoping she'd talk to him—just a minute was all he was wanting to ask.

He began to give up and go on to Eddie's apartment when the door opened and he saw her standing there with a tear stained face. "Maybe they don't do this in Europe, but when someone doesn't want to talk to you they don't acknowledge a knock at the door-got it, buddy?" she yelled and began to slam the door but he blocked it with his foot. "What? You want to rub the fact that you were right in my face some more? I really don't feel like it tonight Andrew-ok? Maybe tomorrow-or better yet, maybe you should just head on home."

"Maybe I will," he said with a shrug as he let himself in. "And for the record I wanted to be wrong."

"When was that?" she snarked back as she went to get something to drink from the kitchen.

"When you told me your parents history and the history of Port Charles since Caleb came to town. You seemed like you wanted it be so true that I began to want the same. Caleb is different from Marius-."

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you."

Andrew rolled his eyes and ignored the look she gave him, "Marius never cared about love or family. The monster has cared only about one thing and that is greed and making sure there are no Slayers roaming the earth."

"Sounds like Caleb to me."

"Stop being a cynic for one second, Katrina."

"Fine, I'll stop," she said as she held in laughter at the look on his face. "Just tell me-when did you become President of the Caleb Morley Fan Club?"

"I'm not by any means. I guess I watched you see your hope he had nothing to do with this get shattered and I wanted you to see that I had started to have the same hope as you. You aren't alone in this."

"Really? You sure about that—because right now I really do feel alone," she said as she began to cry again and fell to the floor.

Andrew watched for a moment and then proceded with caution as he sat down on the floor next to her and pulled her into a hug. A minute later the door cracked open and Eddie stuck his head in the door to ask if everything was ok—Andrew silently shook his head yes and Eddie left.


"Delia," smiled Rafe as he gave the woman a kiss on the cheek at the door. He looked past her and saw Livvie walking down the stairs. "And I believe this little one is yours," he said handing her over.

"Hi sweetheart—were you good for Rafe?" she smiled at her little girl and looked at Rafe, "You didn't have to bring her."

"It was more Alison's idea than mine," she said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Is he in there?" he asked as Livvie nodded. "Can't hold off the inevitable as he went into the library and slammed the door behind him.

"What took you so long, Slayer? Had to stop in town and ask for directions?" chuckled Caleb slightly as he barely looked up.

"I can't believe you—you-."

"Snake? Mongrel? Rat? What is your word of insult this week, Rafe?"

"You know what? I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of being called anything by me."

"I'm hurt."

"I should hurt you. You do realize Marius didn't have to agree to the rules you'd laid out—besides, I thought vampires didn't have rules, they made life too messy and orderly. He could have come in and killed both our girls instantly without batting an eye."

"Yeah? And if he had done that then you and I would have gone after him and killed him."

"And when I found out the truth you would be dead right along with him."

"Where's all this anger coming from, Rafe?"

Rafe laughed, "Excuse me? Uhm—hi—Caleb, you just set up and accomplished a plan in which your daughter was turned into a vampire against her will, and placed my daughter in harms way. Luckily, Andrew was there to protect Kate. Don't even get me started on how your actions mirror Roderick's not so long ago."

"I am nothing like my father," said Caleb through gritted teeth as he stood up and faced his adversary.

"You sure about that? Let's see—cares only about himself? Check. Ruthless in his pursuit in what he believes is his? Check. Cocky as hell? Double check! Face it Caleb—you have turned yourself into what Roderick wanted. Sure—for a good eighteen years you became somewhat human again, but the taste of treachery was too much, wasn't it?"

"Treachery? You think I did this to restart the war?" he said with a grin and looked around the room. "I don't want to start the war again between us—actually, I've kind of enjoyed the peace of not hearing your whiny self tell me ad nauseam that he's watching my every move."

"Then please—oh please, great Caleb Morley—enlighten me as to why you felt it was necessary to have your daughter Tara turned despite her wishes? Hmmm?"

"You wouldn't understand—nobody does except myself it seems. I thought Olivia would understand, but she'd accepted it."

"Accepted what?"

"Having to watch another one of our girls get older and die before us," said Caleb under his breath.

"That's life Caleb. You can't force someone to live forever when they don't want to. I don't know why you didn't go to the springs when you were first turned—but you chose to accept the fate that was handed to you at that moment. I've watched Tara grow up, and I think I know her pretty good. She's not going to accept this fate—she'll fight it until she makes it to the springs. When she gets to the springs—accept the fate that she wasn't meant to be a vampire—it'll make it a lot easier on all of us," said Rafe—finishing his speech and leaving before Caleb gave him his rebuttal.