1 I truly apologize for the long wait. My really good friend, fellow author, and beta reader went away for a few months. And with my favorite couple, Jason and Sam, broken up or whatever... I just haven't been watching lately. So I apologize for this being the final chapter. I had such great hopes and ideas for this story, but the muse has left me. I suggest everyone reading Stain My Life, a Grey's Anatomy fic written by me. The pen name is This Broken Heart. I am also working on an original story that is not yet posted, but will be on Fiction Press. I can't say if I will be writing any other GH fanfics in the future. Again, I'm really sorry you guys.

The words stunned him. He had never meant to hear them. He knew that her intentions were to keep it all a dark secret. Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut next to him, one arm balancing Cameron while she placed her free hand on his shoulder. Patrick cleared his throat, entering the hospital room shyly. It was the first time Lucky had seen anything stun Patrick until he was speechless. Robin followed, feigning a professional facade. Elizabeth didn't seem too shocked. Had she known? A spike of bitterness chewed at his insides as she titled her chin to an angle of defiance, entering the room silently. He could only hang back in the doorway, staring at his feet and hiding his pain. He had no right to truly be angry. He cared for Sam and wanted the baby desperately. But he didn't love her nor she him. It wasn't fair for him to take Jason's child when the man had given up the opportunity to take Cameron. Patrick patted Lucky on the back, clearing his throat again. "Man, I'm sorry. This—God, this just really sucks,"

"Patrick," Robin murmured softly, unable to form any other words. Patrick nodded, stepping back into the room and to his wife's side. Elizabeth could only stare at her first love, her savior, as he slowly crumbled in front of her eyes. She handed Cameron to Robin, her eyes pleading with the petite brunette to understand. Robin nodded, watching mutely as Elizabeth grabbed Lucky's hand and tugged him from the eerily quiet hospital room. She turned to Jason, her eyes blazing with fury. "What were you thinking? How could you lie to him like that? You let him think that this child that Sam is carrying is his, that he had a shot at something new and amazing. You took his wife, his son, and now everything he's planned on for so many months,"

"It's my fault," Sam muttered, tears filling her eyes as everything caught up with her. Jason sank into the plastic chair by her bed, one hand gripping hers while the other rested on her stomach. She brushed at the moisture that rested on her cheeks, obviously frustrated by her show of emotion. "I was hurt that Jason let Elizabeth move in when he kept claiming that his life was too dangerous for him to love me. I went to Jake's, got drunk, and ended up in bed with Lucky,"

"We know all that," Patrick reminded her, leaning against the far white wall casually. Robin smacked him in the chest, shooting him a dangerous look to quiet him. He lifted his hands in surrender before placing them on her shoulders, keeping her somewhat calm and collected. "Get to the lies and wedding stuff,"

"About four days after the thing with Lucky, Jason and I had a pretty big fight at Kelly's when I was getting the rest of my stuff to move into the apartment," Sam waved her hand in front of her before turning her eyes down to the hand linked with Jason's. He squeezed hers reassuringly, giving her the courage to continue. "I had a paternity test about two months ago. The baby is Jason's. By then, Lucky had already made so many plans. But Jason knew the truth and was determined to give his child a name. I agreed, not thinking about anything clearly. We got married in Manhattan one night when Lucky was working late. Came back, and I realized that I couldn't destroy Lucky's life. I planned on getting the thing erased but could never bring myself to do it,"

Robin nodded, taking it all in. She was torn between her friendship with Jason & Sam, and her friendship with Lucky & Elizabeth. Patrick sighed, resigning to what was and couldn't be changed. He took Cameron from his wife, looking from the sleeping toddler to the newlywed couple. "Congratulations you guys,"

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"I'm sorry, Lucky," Elizabeth whispered, pouring him a cup of coffee as soon as she locked the door to the on-call room. He sighed, sitting on the bottom bed that doctors used on long shifts. She handed him the coffee, smiling sadly. "I found out yesterday. I was going to tell you, but then Cameron got sick and... I'm so sorry,"

"I don't blame you," Lucky murmured, mulling the facts over in his mind. He sighed, staring into the black, steaming liquid. "I don't even blame them. She was trying to protect me, to make up for what I lost. We never loved each other, not the way we needed. And I can only respect Jason for his sacrifice. He was going to step aside and let me raise his baby so that I didn't feel betrayed. How can I hate them for that?"

"Very easily," Elizabeth assured him, stroking the hair out of his face. "You're allowed to be angry, to hate them for lying,"

"But I don't. I don't even want to be angry. They were trying to give me something that I was missing, that Jason felt he had taken from me," Lucky sighed again, setting the cup of coffee on the tiled floor. He smiled wistfully. "It would've been good, you know? Sam, the baby, and me. But it wouldn't have been the same. We weren't meant to be tied together for life, weren't supposed to bring a kid into this world together. Her and Jason though. Now that's fate,"

"Like you and me?" Elizabeth asked, her voice soft and cautious. She placed her index finger over his lips when he opened his mouth to speak, stalling his words. "Things were bad, Lucky, you know that. I didn't know what else to do. Jason and I... Nothing ever happened. I swear to you. He loves Sam and I... I love you,"

"What are you saying, Liz?" Lucky queried, rubbing a hand over his face as if to wipe away his exhaustion.

"I love you," She repeated, kissing his cheek gently. "And I want to come home,"

–– A Year Later –--

Sam smiled up at her husband, her head resting in his lap, as the clouds floated over them in the clear blue sky. She listened to their daughter, Amanda Lila, giggle as her god-father, Lucky, played with her. Elizabeth sighed, sitting down next to them with Cameron in her lap. Sam tilted her head to stare at the brunette thoughtfully. Robin and Carly were torturing Sonny in the kitchen while he tried to cook lunch, the sounds of devilish laughter drifting out the open terrace doors. Michael, Morgan, and Kristina threw water balloons out of the treehouse, aiming for Max and Milo. Patrick was playing with each kid in turn, getting involved in a bit of everything, with his daughter in tow. "Who would've thought that we'd all be here, all be friends? Carly hated me for so long, hated Liz and Robin for even longer. And now we're having lunch, playing with all of our kids,"

Jason smoothed her hair back, placing a hand on her stomach. "And by this time next year they'll be another one to chase,"

"You're pregnant?" Elizabeth squealed, clearly delighted. Robin and Carly skidded to a stop at the doors, crashing through them in a hurry. Sam laughed, nodding as tears of joy pricked her eyes. Jason was out of the business as well as Sonny. They're families were safe and happy, everyone with who they should be. Sam's smile grew. She had finally arrived home.