Hi everyone, so the flashbacks/dreams technically aren't anti-Jasam, but I swear this is not a Jasam story, it's more about the baby. And he did help her a lot back then. I didn't mind early Jasam and it is what happened so…. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 21- A Broken Heart

"Emily thinks you might need a little more time before you decide anything," Jason said softly as Sam laid in the hospital bed.

"She's right…" Tears formed in her eyes, her hands on her belly. "Because I couldn't go through with it."

Sam blinked and she was now standing with Jason and Sonny in a different hospital room. "What happened with the test?" Sam asked.

"I tampered with it," Jason said. "And I'm asking you to say that I'm the baby's father."

Sam breathed in deeply. "You want me to lie and say I slept with you? Why?" She turned to Sonny. "And are you okay with this?"

"No." Sonny stared at the floor. "But I don't see any other way."

Everything flashed and Sam woke up in a hospital bed, Jason sitting with her. "Jason, where is she? Is she in the nursery? I wanna see her… please. Please… where is she?"

"Sam, your baby died," Jason said barely above a whisper.

"Noo…" Sam burst into tears and Jason pulled her into his arms, but she punched his back. "Noooo." She let go and tried to climb out of bed. "No, I'm gonna find her."

"Sam, please, you're supposed to stay in bed."

"I'm gonna find her. Jason, please. You're lying for Sonny all right…"

"Please…" Jason shouted. "Please don't!"

"He told you to lie so he could take my baby. Please… please… don't let Sonny steal my baby, please…"

The room faded and Sam was walking down the hallway to the hospital nursery… her baby's cries echoing off the walls. She reached the window and placed her hand against the glass, her baby's cries piercing her ears.

Her eyes shot open, she was back home in bed, her baby's pink blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Soft sobs came from down the hallway.

She slipped out of bed, clutching the pink blanket to her chest. She followed the cries to the bathroom, where the door was open and Willow twisted herself with the back of her shirt slightly up, revealing her Dawn of Day tattoo on her lower back in the reflection of the mirror.

"Willow?" Sam tapped on the door. "Are you okay?"

Willow let go of her top and pushed away her tears with the back of her hand. "I-I'm sorry. I hope I didn't wake you."

"You know, you can still get rid of the tattoo," Sam said.

Willow sighed. "I told myself that it was just a tattoo and that I'm free now… but it's not just a tattoo. It's a reminder that I'll never be free of him."

"I told you once before, I know of a plastic surgeon who can remove it. I'd still like to offer to pay for it."

"I don't know." Willow shook her head. "Because I also think I need to keep it."

"Why?"

"Because I deserve to be branded as Shiloh's."

"That's a terrible thing to say," Sam said.

"But it's not. I'm the reason my baby died. So, I'm just as bad as Shiloh was."

"It wasn't your fault that he died. Didn't he die from SIDS?"

She nodded. "Brad must have laid him on his stomach or something. If I didn't give him up, he'd still be alive."

"You don't know that. But Shiloh probably would have gotten his hands on him. You did the best for your baby that you could at the time."

"And now Wiley is with Nelle." Willow swallowed hard. "You probably think I'm crazy. Wiley's not really my son."

"You care for him and that matters. Lucas will get Wiley back."

"I hope so. I just want him to be safe and loved. But with Nelle… I'm sorry. I shouldn't talk about her…"

"No, it's okay," Sam said. "I don't think Wiley is safe with her. But if she is my daughter… I want to help her." She pressed the pink blanket to her cheek.

GHGHGH

At breakfast, Scout kept asking where Wiley was and when he'd come home. Lucas explained that Michael is his daddy too and that he'd be staying with him for a while. She also questioned why the strange lady said that they were sisters. Sam said she didn't know for sure, but she was going to find out. Danny was quiet like usual, eying Sam suspiciously as she talked about Nelle.

On her way to Kelly's to meet her mom and sisters, Spinelli called her. "Hey Spin, what's up?"

"I may have found a lead on Willow's birth parents."

"Oh?"

"There was a Marchesi child put up for adoption the year of Willow's birth."

Sam groaned. "Seriously?"

"It is unbeknownst as to which Marchesi is the parent of said child, only that Alessandro and Salvatore handled the adoption."

"So, Alessandro must have been a lawyer before if he's the DA now… Any information on Nelle?"

"Not quite… I will keep researching."

Sam slipped her phone away. When she walked into Kelly's Alexis, Kristina, and Molly already had a seat.

"Is it true that your daughter could be alive?" Molly cut to the chase.

Sam sighed. "Mom's never been subtle in relaying information…"

Alexis shrugged. "Sorry…"

Kristina wrapped her arms around herself. "Please tell me Nelle's not really your daughter…"

Sam sighed. "Spinelli's looking into it. I don't know for sure."

Molly scratched her chin. "Your daughter must be alive."

"Why do you say that?" Alexis asked.

"When you had Helena's mind map… she… or you… said something about Sam's daughter."

"But she was talking about Scout, wasn't she?" Kristina said.

"She never used Scout's name," Molly said.

"Did she say Emily?" Sam asked. "That's what she was calling her."

Molly shook her head. "She didn't use a name at all."

"Well, what did she say?" Alexis asked.

"She said that Sam's daughter's broken heart was a lie," Molly said.

"Yeah. But Helena was crazy," Kristina said. "Of course, she'd spew nonsense."

"Broken heart was a lie…" Sam repeated. "What does that mean?"

Molly shrugged. "I don't know."

Sam took a deep breath. "Andre better figure out how to restore our memories properly soon… I think I'll find out more. And I hate to say it, but maybe Jason will remember something too. But in the meantime, I'm going over to see Nelle."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Alexis asked.

"If she is my daughter… then I need to see her," Sam said. "She needs help. And what if Helena messed with her mind too? Maybe she's not crazy after all."

"I don't know," Kristina said. "After everything she did to Michael…"

Ding. Kristina lifted her phone and gasped.

"What is it?" Alexis asked.

"Chase… he—he's… breaking up with me." Tears started falling down her cheeks.