Chapter 38

Cassie sat on the couch rather furious with Morgan as she waited for Carly to come back into the room. She didn't get the boy, or why he got her so mad. It was a mystery to her.

Carly stood in the hallway; she had listened in on Cassie's conversation. It was so cute. Cassie yelled at Morgan like Carly did Sonny. God did she miss those days. The fighting, the yelling, but most of all she missed the making up. God was she good at the making up part.

Carly quietly walked into the room with a tray of chips, cookies and sodas. She was hoping to walk into the room unnoticed. No such luck.

"You realize you are a very bad eaves dropper. I mean you have those moments when no one is aware of your presence, but today was not your day," Cassie said as she stared out the window.

"Are you telling me that I am no good my stealthy info seeking adventures anymore," Carly said as she stood in front of the teen with her hands on her hips.

"No, I'm saying that if you are going to eaves drop it's best not to stand in the hallway giggling," Cassie said.

"Too much like your dad," Carly said under her breath as she took a seat in the armchair next to her.

"I am not you crazy blonde," Cassie said as she folded her arms over her chest and continued to stare straight ahead.

"Oh really. Well let's see. You have that silent yet mad look on your face. Then there is the whole calling me a crazy blonde. I would say all of those are very much Max like qualities. What do you say," Carly said as she leaned forward resting her elbows on her knees expectantly waiting for Cassie's answer.

"Shut up."

"What did I tell you," Carly said as she threw her arms up in the air just as the front door was opened.

"Morgan," Carly screamed as she jumped up to hug her son.

Morgan slammed the door shut as he froze in place waiting for his mother to hug him. Carly wrapped her arms around the boy and squeezed him tight. As she finally released him she pulled back and looked into her sons eyes before quickly breaking contact and walking to the kitchen.

"Need another soda," She mumbled as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Morgan looked at the couch to see Cassie staring him down, head tilted to the side with a blank look on her face. It looked as if she was trying to pick him apart. To get some sort of insight into whom he was. All he could do was smirk as he took a seat across from her.

"Find what you were looking for," Morgan spoke as she finally looked away from him.

"No," Cassie replied casually, "I still have no clue as to how you fit your huge ego into that head of yours. One would think it would have popped like a balloon already."

"He gets it from his Dad. I've tried to get him to see it, but he is just as stubborn as the old guy too," Carly said walking in with another can of pop.

"What is this rag on the Corinthos men day or something," Morgan commented.

"No. I love Mikey, and as far as I remember he hasn't pissed me off yet today," Cassie commented.

"Fine, Fine. Whatever. It's rag on Morgan day. Anything else or can I leave," Morgan asked.

"You just got here and no," Carly said. "We have some redecorating to do."

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Sonny stood looking at Sam as she stood and went to stand in front of him as Sonny looked to the ground. Sam placed a finger under Sonny's chin and tilted his head up so there eyes met. They stared at each other until Sonny side stepped the brunette and walked to the wet bar to get a drink. This action caused the brunette to get angry. She didn't like to be ignored.

So instead of leaving the confused man alone she went up to him, anger brewing in her veins. She grabbed the glass from his hand and swallowed all of the liquid in the glass. It burned her throat, as she looked him in the eyes.

"So what," Sam said with venom in her voice. "Are you just going to ignore me? I'm your wife. You are married to me. So act like it. Put me before all others and let your sister and her tramp of a child rot in hell. She left you remember so let her be. Forget about her."

Sonny could see the hate Sam had for Courtney and Emma in her eyes. He was sure he had seen that look before. Only it had been years ago, when Sam and Lila had first moved in with him. He had seen Sam looking at her daughter with a look of hate in her eyes. Why. Why did Sam hate her daughter as a child so much, did she still hate their daughter?

"Why," Sonny asked.

"Why. Why. You have the audacity to ask me why you should pay attention to me…"

"No, Why do you hate Courtney so much. Why do you want me to forget about my niece? Whether she is Jax's or not she is still my niece and I haven't treated her very well."

"She lied to you. Emma lied. She didn't tell you. Did you think she would? That she would come up to you and be all Uncle Sonny save me," Sam screamed.

"But why do you hate them," Sonny asked still not getting a straight answer from Sam, "Is it because Courtney is my sister. That she is my ex-wife's best friend. Is it because if Courtney had come to me all those years ago and been that stubborn pain I know her to be and asked me to take Carly back that I would have gone to my ex-wife and begged her. Or is It because if Courtney had come back with her baby girl that you would have been left alone."

The seventeen-year-old brunette watched from her hiding spot on the stairs. She didn't like her Father's actions. Why wouldn't he look at her Mother, why was he being so cold? She wanted answers. She wanted to know why her family was being ripped apart.

She heard every word her Mother said and every word her father said and none of them made her feel any better. Her dad would throw her and her mother out on the streets just for that twit of a girl Emma. She was furious at her father for talking to her mother that way. She didn't like this. She wanted her happy family. She wanted her mom to smile and her dad to smile, together, at each other. She wanted them to be happy.

She slowly stood from her hiding spot as she walked up the stairs and into her bedroom as the tears silently fell down her face. She was losing everything. She fell on her bed and curled up in her covers as she cried herself to sleep for the night.

Sam stood in shock at this man before her. This wasn't the man she had wrapped around her finger. She wasn't sure who this was. Maybe the man who loved Carly, she didn't care. She needed to squash those feelings before it was to late for her.

"Sonny, Baby, All I meant was that I wanted to spend more time with you," Sam had turned on the sweet innocent girl act. She had it all lower lip stuck out, squeaky sad voice, and the movements to prove she meant business as she stalked over to Sonny's side and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Sonny was disgusted. He finally got it. She didn't care about him. She was there for the money and the attention. She wanted them to want her, to need them. He had let his sister walk out of his life for a woman who could only love herself.

Sonny looked down at the woman wrapped around him and gave a draw laugh. He couldn't believe her. She was nothing like the woman he still loved. He quickly shed himself of her as he walked to the door.

"Sam, think about this while I'm out. Minutes ago I saw a look of hate in your eyes that I am guessing was meant for Courtney and Emma. The look I could understand, you're mad at Courtney for what I believe she did, but what I don't understand is that I've seen that look before. It was a long time ago, but I still remember seeing you standing over Lila's crib with that hateful look on your face, and in your eyes. I thought that over time it would go away, but I don't think it has. I really don't think it has," And with that said Sonny walked out the door.

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He set his hand on the knob and gently turned it, as he was unsure of what he would find on the other side of the door. He pushed the door open as he stepped into the room. What he saw left him breathless, as all he could do was stare.

He quietly shut the door before walking further into the room and over to the bookcase that served as a wall. He stood frozen in place as he looked at the bed.

There sleeping peacefully mixed up in a jumble of blankets was his angel. She looked so peaceful with her hair flared out on the pillow and arms sprawled out around her on the bed. He slowly walked up next to her and finding this position she was in completely irresistible.

He lowered himself in a sitting position onto the bed as he took his hand and brushed the hair out of her face so he could see her more clearly. In doing this his finger tips gently slid across her cheek causing her to shift slightly and lean her face into his touch as the rest of her body curled into a ball as it moved closer to him.

All he could do was smile as he looked down at his sleeping angel.

The mirror was fogged over, as the heat in the bathroom was extreme. Emma walked in front of it and grabbed the hand towel. In gentle circular motions she wiped away at part of the mirror so she could see herself. Looking into it she smiled. If one didn't know any better they would swear that it was Courtney with streaked hair at the age of sixteen.

Emma slipped into her baby blue pajama pants and off white tank top before she began to brush her teeth. She had planned on doing something with Cassie that evening but the events of the day had tired her out. All she wanted to do was crawl into the bed next to her mother and listen to her mother tell her stories while she had her hair stroked.

Once she was done in the bathroom she opened the door and was about to walk out when she saw that her Mother was no longer alone on the bed. Jason was sitting next to her.

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