"The baby… She hasn't moved in hours. Something's wrong," The tears spilled down Sam's pale cheeks, her eyes filled with horrific fear. Jason forced himself to snap out of his shocked freeze-frame and move into action. He quickly ushered her into the elevator, leaning her against the wall so that he could push the parking garage button. Her hands covered her bulging stomach as his eyes zeroed in on her. Her brown hair was longer than it had been the last time they'd been together alone. It had been the night on the terrace when he'd held her in his arms and broken her heart. Her eyes were different too, although he couldn't pinpoint what had changed. Maybe it was only the way she looked at him. He snapped back to reality as Sam gasped for breath, her hand reaching out to grip his arm. Her nails bit into his skin as her eyes locked with his. "Thank God. She's kicking. Do you--… Do you want to feel it?"

"I---…" Jason stumbled, his mind unable to protest as she took his hand and pressed to her stomach. A tiny jolt hit his palm, sending him back in time to when Lila had first kicked while they were in the cabana with a shotgun on the desk in front of them and a madman after her mother. He looked away, refusing to show Sam any trace of emotion. "I'll give you a ride to the hospital,"

"That's not needed. She's moving again," Sam assured him, regaining her balance and letting his hand fall away. She knew what he was doing and she had to fight the urge to console him. He had never been able to stonewall her. She had always seen his heart in his eyes, his soul in his touch. "I'll just ride back up and lay down for awhile,"

"Humor me," Jason muttered, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared at the elevator doors. Sam closed her eyes briefly as he kept his back to her, his stance rigid and tense. She should've known better than to go to him, but Lucky was at work and Carly was a ten-minute drive. Jason was the quickest option and she wasn't taking any chances with her baby's life. She opened her eyes in time to catch him glancing at her over his shoulder. He promptly looked away, straightening his spine as if awaiting a violent attack.

"Is this how it's going to be now, Jason? You just turn your back on me and pretend as if I don't exist, as if what we shared didn't happen?" Sam ran a hand through her hair, moving to stand in front of him. She hadn't meant to say any of that. It had just bubbled over and slipped out. Jason's slightly widened blue eyes revealed his shock in the smallest degree. "What right do you have to play the wounded party? You broke up with me. You told me that you couldn't love me anymore. You're the one who adopted this cute little family as your own. What did you think I was going to do, Jason? Did you think that I was going to wait around forever for you to love me again?"

"Yes, damn it!" Jason shouted, turning his back on her again and slamming his hands against the back wall. He braced himself there, bowing his head as he fought for control. He pulled away when Sam placed a hand on his back, glancing at her for the smallest of seconds. She was apparently surprised by his emotional answer. He turned around, leaning against the wall and keeping his gaze on the carpeted floor. "Why wouldn't I? I knew, logically, that you'd move on and fall in love again. But I hated the idea so much that I decided that it would never happen,"

"And now that I have it just hurts too damn bad, doesn't it?" Sam questioned, lowering herself to the floor and leaning against the right wall. He followed suit, sitting where he was. He still refused to look at her, let alone meet her gaze. "How the hell do you think I felt when I walked into the place that I called home and found you curled up with Elizabeth and Cameron on the very couch that we'd made love on too many times to count?"

"What do you want from me, Sam? You want me to hurt as bad as you did? Fine, well I do. You want me to second-guess every choice that I have ever made? I've been doing that for months. Do you want me to feel like dying? Turn to alcohol to numb this pain? I'm there, I've done that. How about going to Sonny's and blowing a gasket? Or nearly killing myself on my bike because I can't stop thinking about you long enough to stay out of an eighteen wheeler's path?" Jason speared a shaky hand through his spiky blonde hair. Sam leaned forward, her head spinning furiously. That's how she felt. Furious. How dare he throw this all on her after all this time? What right did he have to miss her, to ruin what she had with Lucky? "I remember coming home that night on the terrace and grabbing a bottle of whiskey. I laid on the steps for hours with it playing that damn song that we used to dance to on the stereo,"

"And then Elizabeth showed up and you let her fall right into the bed that we had shared," Sam bit her bottom lip, forcing herself to reign in her anger. The stress wasn't good for the baby and she had Lucky to go home to when this was all over. The elevator jolted, coming to a stop. She let out a hollow laugh. "We've been here before, haven't we? You told me you still loved me, that you missed me, and you actually helped me study for me GED test,"

"Yeah, and you passed. You probably blew them all away," Jason mused, bending his legs so he could rest his hands up on his knees. Sam spared him a sidelong glance, looking away to pick at the nail polish that decorated her fingernails. "Why didn't you ever go onto college, law school, and that big bright future?"

"Because my heart was broken. And now I'm pregnant with an entirely different bright future to look forward to," Sam reminded him, placing a protective hand on her stomach. Jason's eyes followed the movement, catching on where her baby grew. "Lucky wants a girl, a sister for Cameron. I just want her to be healthy and to do this right. My--… Our little girl died and I obviously screwed up with Hope since she got taken away from us… I don't know, Jason. What if I'm just not cut out to be a mother?"

"You've been dying to have children. That's the one thing you've ever really wanted out of life. You'll be a great mom," Jason assured her, his voice as empty as the rest of him. Sam pulled a sonogram out of her purse and handed it to Jason. "That's the only picture of our daughter that I have. I think you should keep it,"

"I remember when you got this taken. It was when we found out she was a girl and you looked up at me with this huge smile," Jason touched the photograph reverently, his eyes taking in the waves and curves that formed his daughter's body. His vision blurred as he looked away. "She was so tiny. I remember when I held her that I thought she was sleeping, but her skin was so cold when I kissed her forehead. She had dark hair, more like yours than like Sonny's. I made up my mind that she had my eyes, even if I knew that was impossible. But I really believed that she was my daughter, yours and mine but no one else's. She'd be two now,"

"I was so afraid that you would've wanted a boy instead of a girl, but you loved her completely," Sam brushed the tears away from her eyes, refusing to fall back into that cycle of pain and loneliness. Her heart gripped with fear and she threw herself forward into Jason's chest, tears spilling down her face freely. "I don't want to lose my baby, Jason. I won't survive going through that again,"

"Hey, look at me," Jason tilted her chin up so that he could look into her eyes. He wiped her tears away with the pads of his thumbs, pulling her fully onto his lap. She settled there, her fisted hands gripped his shirt as she stared at him spellbound. "You're strong and you can take anything that life throws at you. But, right now, you need to savor what you've got. I learned that the hard way,"

"I hated you for the longest time, Jason. I dreamed about making you feel as broken inside as I did after you dismissed me. I hated who I was, how I felt, and who I saw on the rare occasions that I could bring myself to look in the mirror. I had only felt that pain a few times before and you were usually there to pick up the pieces," Sam pointed out, moving to sit on the other side of the elevator. It was far from safe to be in close proximity of Jason. She was with Lucky now and they were going to have a baby. Jason just didn't factor into her life anymore. The baby kicked again, in agreement or disagreement Sam wasn't sure. "But I don't hate you anymore and I don't want you to feel broken either. We should be able to peacefully coexist and treasure what we shared while moving on at the same time,"

Jason snorted his disbelief, staring at his hands for a few minutes. He finally sighed and met her gaze. "I can't make any promises. But I'll try,"

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— I want to thank everyone for all of the reviews! They mean a lot and make me want to write. I hope things aren't too confusing... But just remember that things end differently then how they begin. I want to thank all the JaSam and L&L2 fans that are sticking with me. I also am so pleased to see the warm reaction to LuSam! Well, again, thanks. —