Author's Note- Hey guys. I just wanted to clear a few things up. This fic is being told from Jason's point of view. It's kind of like one of those flashback things. He is speaking at Courtney and Emma's memorial service and while he's speaking about them, he's remembering the most important, touching, special moments that they shared together. With that said, if you have any more questions, email me or ask in a review! I hope you all enjoy it!

As I scanned the large crowd, I wasn't surprised that so many people had showed up for the memorial service. Courtney and Emma had held a special place in so many people's hearts. But none more than mine.

My eyes came to a stop as they found my best friend. Her two sons, Michael and Morgan, all grown up now, were doing the best they could to comfort her. Courtney was her best friend, her sister in-law, and she adored Emma, in my experience, no amount of comfort can lessen that pain. The only comfort that you want is from the ones that left you.

Sonny had his head in his hands. He blamed himself. I had tried to tell him earlier in the week that it wasn't his fault, that it was mine. But Sonny was having none of it. I wish that I could help Sonny get through this. But I can't get through it myself. And no one is expecting me to.

Everyone had begun to take their seats, Sonny, Carly, Michael, Morgan and Bobbie were in the front row. Even Elizabeth had come, and if Lorenzo Alcazar, or Ric Lansing dared to show their faces, I'd end up in the slammer for murder. No one was going to disrespect my family's memories.

I stammered as I approached the podium, public speaking was never my thing. Actually, talking wasn't really me either, unless of course, I was talking to my wife, or Emma. "Th-thank you all for coming. I'm sure that it would mean a lot to Courtney, and it would mean the world to Emma to know that all these people cared about her. She always wanted to be loved," Jason began and had to stop. Emma had always been the kindest, most caring human being I had ever known. Of course, I'm biased. My daughter could have done everything in the book, and I still would have thought she walked on water. People were beginning to get anxious, so I had to continue on, "My family was perfect. I, I loved them more than anything in the world. And they were taken from me. But I've had time to think about them, to think about the past and all the love that, that I felt for them," I said as I once again, had to stop. I was becoming furious with myself for not being able to do this. I had gone over what I was going to say a million times in my head. But the memories, the memories are what have been keeping me up at night. They come in order of event. It all started with the day Courtney told me that she was pregnant…

Flashback:

"Courtney? I'm home," I said as I entered the penthouse that I shared with my wife. I said the same thing everyday when I came in. it was simple, and very non-romantic, but it was constant. Something that would never change when so many other things do.

"Jason?" Courtney walked up to me with tears streaming down her face, and as usual, I jumped to conclusions.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Did someone threaten you?" I began my tirade of questions as I pulled her to my chest and soothed her soft blonde hair.

"No, no nothing like that. It's actually, it's good. Well, it's a miracle," my wife said as I felt her smile into my chest. She pulled away.

"A miracle?" I asked, puzzled.

"It wasn't supposed to happen for us. I just assumed that it wasn't meant to be. But, I guess I was wrong, and I'm so glad that I was," Courtney said as she looked into my eyes.

"You're going too fast here. Start from the beginning. What's a miracle?" I urged her on, becoming very, very concerned and curious. What could possibly be a miracle? And just like that, it hit me. "Courtney, are you, you're not. Are we?" I couldn't seem to form full sentences, or anything that made sense for that matter. She simply nodded her head.

"I went to see Dr. Meadows today, and she confirmed it. They don't know how Jason, they just told me that it was a miracle!" Courtney told me as she broke down in tears again. I used the pad of my thumb to wipe them away, even if they were happy tears, I hated to see her cry.

"I thought it wasn't possible. I thought that ever since South America, that we couldn't have children, Courtney…" Now my wife was the one wiping the tears from my eyes. It seemed surreal to me. My wife was having a baby, our baby. Our child. I couldn't seem to grasp the fact that this was actually going to happen.

"It's real Jase. We're having a baby. I set up an appointment with Dr. Meadows for next Tuesday. You can come with me if you want," Courtney said as she slipped back into my arms. I was amazed at how perfect she fit now, and how soon, our baby would be growing inside of her…

"Of course. I want to be there for everything. I promise you that I will be. I'll take nine months off if I have to," I said, and I was completely serious. We were getting a shot at a family here. I wouldn't sacrifice that for anything. Not even Sonny.

"I love you," Courtney said as she took my hands and placed them on her now flat stomach, looked at me, and grinned/.

"I love you too, and I love this baby. More than anything," I told my wife as she smiled, all the way up to her eyes.

"Let's just hope you still love me after all my weird food cravings, mood swings, and fights that I'm probably going to pick with you," Courtney joked.

"I'll just make sure that you win the fights," Jason added.

"That's right. You better not disagree with me, you never know what a pregnant woman might do," Courtney warned.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said as I pulled her as close as possible, tilted her chin up, and kissed her softly, thinking about how lucky I got. How I didn't deserve this. But how it felt so right.

Author's Note 2- Sorry that was on the shorter side, I had to type an English essay too. Anyways, the next one will be longer! I promise!