The next morning
Kellie woke up, slightly startled to find herself on the couch. She heard someone in the kitchen. Sonny was making breakfast.
"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes," Sonny said, "There's orange juice in the fridge if you want some."
Kellie poured her self some orange juice. She sat at the table vacantly staring into space.
Sonny dished up breakfast on a plate.
"Dammit," Kellie said. She was crying.
Sonny set the plate down and walked over to Kellie. She leaned against him.
"It's okay. Let it out," Sonny said, "You never really got to grieve for your son or daughter, did you?"
Kellie shrugged. "I just want the hurt to stop," she said.
"That's all you ever wanted, wasn't it?" Sonny asked, "The family you didn't have growing up."
"Well, you can't have everything you want," Kellie said, backing away from Sonny and drying her tears.
"You're breakfast is getting cold," Sonny said, "I'll call Michael, Morgan, and Kristina down."
"I'll take it upstairs," Kellie said, "I can't..I always thought that if my child had lived, I've always thought it would have been a little girl. Don't ask me why. Kristina and Molly to some extent remind me of…I don't really know if I can handle being around her right now."
Sonny nodded and handed Kellie her plate. She went upstairs.