Ch. 20

It's time

Babe walked into the Chandler mansion, surprised she was alone. She called out but no one answered. She heard a crash coming from upstairs, and then she heard a baby crying.

Babe bounded up the stairs, determined to get to her son. She ran down the hall and ran up to her son's door.She started banging on it, and screaming to be let in. Her son kept crying, and she kept banging. She tried to knob again and it fell off.

JR ran up behind her and tried opening the door, but he couldn't. He heard someone call his name and both he and Babe turned and were face to face with Amanda. She pointed a gun at Babe, and said, "I told you that you would pay for running me over and taking both JR and Jamie from me."

She pulled the trigger. JR jumped in front of Babe, taking the bullet for her.

Babe screamed JR's name, falling down next to her dead lover. She cradled JR in her arms and cried, still shouting for the door to open.

Finally the door opened slightly, and Babe jumped up and pushed it open all the way.

There, in the middle of the room holding little A, was Paul.

"Paul, please, give him to me. Please, he needs his mother." Babe pleaded.

"And get blood all over my son? I don't think so."

"Blood?" She looked down, she was covered in JR's blood. She held back the bile rising in her throat and then looked back at Paul, "He is not your son! He is mine and JR's!"

"Not anymore." Paul said and then pushed past Babe and walked out of the room.

Babe tried following Paul but the door slammed in her face. She tried getting out but it wouldn't open.

"Oh God no, my son!" Babe screamed.

Babe woke up in a cold sweat. She remembered every detail of her vivid dream. She sat up and looked around; she was in the Chandler mansion, sleeping in her and JR's room. JR was sleeping peacefully beside her. Babe stood up and left their room.

She walked to her son's room and opened the door. He was there, in his crib, sleeping. He had a slight smile on his face. Babe walked to the crib and gently brushed his blonde hair out of his face.

"Oh my baby boy, I wont let Paul have you, ever." She promised.

It was the next day, and Babe was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee, and staring into her mug. JR walked in whistling; he was in a good mood.

"What's got you so happy, JR?" Babe asked.

"I don't know really. What's got you so down?" He asked, pouring a cup of coffee and sitting next to her.

Babe shook her head, "Just a bad dream."

"Want to tell me about it?" JR asked.

"I don't really remember it; I just know it was bad." Babe lied.

"I see. Well, I need to go and see Kendall; she just called me about something, probably dealing with Zach."

"OK JR, I love you." She said, and they kissed.

"I love you, too." JR told her, and walked out of the room.

Outside the mansion, Amanda and Paul waited. They saw JR pull out, and knew this was their chance.

"It's time." Paul said.

Babe walked upstairs and changed into a pair of jeans and a white turtleneck, and put on a silver necklace that JR had given her. She walked down the hall and glanced into Little Adam's room, it was empty. Babe wondered where he was, and went downstairs. She walked into the living room and almost screamed.

"No, no Babe. Don't you dare scream." Paul said, holding little A.

Amanda, who stood next to him, grinned, "Yeah, we wouldn't want any accidents now."

Babe gritted her teeth, "Give me my son."

"Not until we get what we want." Paul said.

"What, just tell me what you want!" Babe said.

"Payback." Amanda said.

"Yes I know that, you both have only said it about 100 times. But what do you want from me?" Babe asked.

"Don't give me attitude Babe." Paul warned, "It's simple really. We just want you're son."