Alexis' thoughts of motherhood with Sonny's child
It Was Just One Night
Alexis Davis stood outside of Sonny's penthouse contemplating about the news she had just received that day from her obstetrician. Her hand slid down as she gently touched her stomach. What did she get herself into? She never thought much about motherhood until now. She slowly turns around and heads for home.
As she enters her living room, she opens the door to her liquor cabinet. She takes a deep breath and lets out a loud sigh. She pours herself a drink and takes a sip before realizing what she had just done. Staring at it, she shakes her head and lays it down. Milk, she tells herself, should be added to her grocery list.
She looks out the window and sees a falling star and wishes she could just tell him everything that was going through her mind. Sonny Corinthos is her baby's father.
The promise of tomorrow hung in the air. No matter how much she denied any feelings for him, Alexis knew deep down what she felt for him was a lot deeper than attorney and clientele.
Sonny would do anything to protect his own flesh and blood. He would love his child unconditionally. But any child of his would definitely suffer the consequences. Their child would always be in danger, emotionally and physically.
Thinking ahead into the future, she cannot imagine a permanent life with Sonny and their child together, living in a household with bodyguards posted at the front door 24/7. It would not be a fairy tale story where they would live happily ever after. He would be overly protective towards them. He would want every detailed account of there whereabouts. He would love them only the way Sonny Corinthos could love them, ownership and possession.
She has never been so afraid in her life. She will be free forever, it will be her little secret. A mother protects her child in every way she possibly can. Even from it's own father. She will shield her child from everyone and everything connected to Sonny.
He will never know that he fathered her child. He will never know the pain he is putting her through of not being able to tell him about their baby. He wil never know the hate she feels for herself for not being able to stop her heart from loving him. But most of all, she will never forgive herself for depriving her child of a father. She will carry the heartache of guilt for the rest of her life.
It will be selfish of her to keep her child all to herself, but if she doesn't, she knows her baby will be a likely target. And she has no one to blame, but herself, for falling into the arms of a charming but dangerous widely and unfavorable known gun-totting mobster.
Something special that felt so good? It was just one night. And one night of passion, does not lead to a lifetime of commitment.