Do not own General Hospital or any of the characters.
So I wasn't expecting to update so quickly this chapter. But after all the stuff happening on GH recently, I have been dreaming a lot of how things should had turned out. So here you are, you lovely readers of mine! Enjoy!
"So are you sure you don't want me to take Danny for the night?" asked Alexis, offering to take her grandson one last time for the night. The older woman's eye brows were raised as she waited on an answer. She was the only one left. All the kids were already downstairs in the lobby, waiting for her.
"Mom, it's fine! You are already taking Rafe," replied Sam, a smile appearing on her face. "I can manage with Danny."
"Are you sure?" she asked once again, a smile appearing on her face.
Knowing where her mother was getting out, Sam just shook her head in disbelief. "Me and Jason will be fine with the baby."
The two women continued to stare at each other for a moment longer before Alexis decided it was really time for her to leave. "Okay, good night! Tell Jason I say bye!"
"Bye Mom," cried Sam as she continued to watch as Alexis smiled a wicked grin at her before stepping on to the elevator. She then shut the door behind her and turned to look at Jason, who had just come from the kitchen. Meeting his eye, she smiled shyly at him. She was once again over come with nerves at looking into those deep blues.
They were finally alone. Just her, him and Danny. A family.
"So," spoke Jason as he swung his arms awkwardly out in front of him.
"So," repeated Sam. Neither made a move towards one another. They continued to stand where they were. Jason was near the dinning table. Her by the door. Danny was seated on the floor between them, playing with his new dump truck that Nana a.k.a Monica had given him.
"What happens now?" asked Jason after a moment had passed. He looked down at Danny who gave his new truck a push and it went racing along the floor to his feet. He knelt down at this and pushed the truck back towards Danny. The tot looked over at Jason and smiled. He was excited about this new game. Grabbing a hold of the truck, the tot pushed it back to Jason.
Sam didn't say anything as she watched as Jason played with their son. She still had to tell him that Danny was really his and not Franco's. She knew that Jason would be shocked to hear this. That after months of believing that Franco was the father and that this child was a result of rape, that it was really his. A creation out of love. Her eyes once again filled with tears as she continued to watch son and father play. It was a sight she had dreamt about but never thought would come true.
"Are you okay?" asked Jason towards her as he stood up and moved towards her.
"I'm fine," she spoke, smiling at him. "I'm just so happy." Her eyes shined as she continued to smile at him.
"Me too," he whispered. He now stood only a few feet away from her. He desperately wanted to take her in his arms once again and kiss her all over. But he held himself back. They held each other gaze for a second longer before looking down at Danny, who had stopped playing and was rubbing his eyes.
It was just passed eight o'clock. It was Danny's bedtime. "Looks like someone is ready for bed," stated Sam as she bend over and lifted her son up into her arms. "Come on," she spoke towards Jason, gesturing with her head for him to follow.
"So this is Danny's room that you have already seen," explained Sam as she flicked on the lights of the nursery.
Jason nodded his head as he followed her inside.
"Molly and Krissy helped me paint it," rambled on Sam towards him as she made her way over to the large closet in the room. "I couldn't pick a colour, so I decided to paint it all three. "
Jason hadn't noticed this before when he had come in but now that she had pointed it out, he realized that three of the walls where painted three different colours. One was orange, another lime green and another a bright blue. The fourth wall was taken up by the closet.
"My mom thought I was crazy to paint the room three different colours but I think they go well together," spoke Sam proudly of her design choose. She was still holding Danny against her hip as she pushed opened the mirrored sliding door of the closet and opened one of the set of drawers where his pjs were kept.
Jason could tell she was nervous as she continued to talk. It was a nervous habit of hers to ramble. She had done it since day one of living with him at the Penthouse all those years ago when she had been pregnant with her daughter. Back then her constant chatter how driven him up the wall. But now as he stood in the room almost ten years later, he couldn't help but smile as she continue to chatter on about the room and the decisions that had gone into it.
"I don't know if you remember, but this was the same room that my daughter would have been in. I didn't have the heart to paint over the ceiling, " her voice was soft as she looked over at Jason before looking up at the ceiling.
Jason followed her gaze and looked upwards. It had been so long since he had looked onto that ceiling. He had forgotten what had awaited there. A month before Sam's baby girl was meant to be born. Sam had requested that they paint clouds on the ceiling. She wanted her daughter to always to be able to look up at the stars before falling asleep. Even though the room had been repainted over and over again, the ceiling had stayed the same. Over the years the room had become a storage unit of sorts and had laid untouched. He had forgotten about the clouds.
"Do you remember when we painted them?" asked Sam, drawing him out of his thoughts.
"We? More like me!" teased back Jason. Sam had been eight months pregnant and huge at the time. There was no way he would allow her up on a ladder to paint the clouds she insisted had to be done. The clouds were all his handy work. When she had brought up the idea. He had said he would hire someone in the morning. She insisted that he had to do it. That the room needed a personal touch to it. He had been hesitated but she had continued to push it on him until he was pulling out the left over paint from when the bathroom had been painted.
"Yes, yes it was all you," spoke Sam, rolling her eyes at him. A smile was plastered on her face as she thought back to the time before they were lovers or anything close to being friends.
"I do remember though," added Jason, "You had been so insisted that it get done that night."
"It was the hormones," replied Sam quickly, defending herself as she adjusted Danny on her hip. A wave of sadness quivered in her eyes. She was suddenly overcome with sadness like she always was when she thought about her daughter. Her arms still ached sometimes for the baby girl who would be eight going on nine. Shaking her head, she quickly let her thoughts come back to reality as she looked down at Danny, who was fast asleep on her shoulder now.
"Looks like someone is out for the night," whispered Sam as she touched the baby's doughy cheek with her free hand. "We usually have a bath before bed but I think we are going to have to skip that tonight."
She then once again smiled over at Jason before laying the sleeping baby down on the changing mate and began to undress Danny. The baby barely stirred from his slumber as Sam continued undress him and put him in a fresh pair of PJs. "I'm sorry he is so tired," apologized Sam over to Jason, "He is usually a little monster when trying to put him to bed. "
"I understand," replied Jason as he took a small step towards her and shoved his hands into the front pocket of his jeans. "It's been a long exciting day for him."
"Yes it has," she whispered her eyes locking with his. His light blue eyes had darkened slightly as they continued to stare at one another. They were both thinking about what would happen or if anything would happen after they put Danny to bed. Jason wasn't really sure where they stood. So much time had passed since they had brought Danny home in October together. They had said that they wanted to be together forever that night. But he was afraid that she had moved on after believing she thought he wasn't coming back. He was afraid he might be too late. She still wore her wedding ring on her finger though, he noted. He hoped that this was a good sign.
"He usually gets read a story too, he loves to be read too... but I think I will just put him down," spoke Sam as she tore her eyes away from Jason once again and lifted her son up into her arms. She then carried the tot to the crib and lay him down. Jason came and stood beside her, appearing down at the sleeping little boy. "I can't believe how big he is," he whispered.
"I know," agreed Sam. "He has grown so much in the past months."
A comforting silence then fell onto the couple as they continue to admire the sleeping baby. Jason then without warning wrapped an arm around Sam's waist and kissed he top of her head. "I've missed you," he whispered into her ear.
"I've missed you too," whispered back Sam as she slowly turned her neck to look up at him. "We both have." She desperately wanted him to kiss her at that moment as they continued to lock eyes with one another. The sexual tension again returning. Jason's hand began to rub her back as his other reached up and caressed the side of her face. Their faces were just inches apart from one another. Both of their heart beats were racing in anticipation as what was to come next.
However just as they were about to kiss, the baby suddenly awoke. He let out a loud whimper as his blue eyes fluttered open. Sam and Jason broke apart at this and looked down into the crib. "What's wrong baby?" asked Sam as she leaned down into the crib and rubbed his stomach. "Uh little man, what's wrong?" she asked again as she continue to rub his stomach. It didn't take long before the tot's eyes began to grow heavy and droop. A moment later he was asleep.
Leaning down, she kissed Danny's on the forehead before straightening her back and looking over at Jason. She smiled at him, before gesturing to him to follow her out of the room.
"Good night Danny," whispered Jason as he looked down at the sleeping baby one last time before following Sam out of the room. Flicking off the lights, the two of them left the room and stood in the hallway.
The awkwardness had returned.
The Penthouse was no longer his home but Sam's and Danny's. He felt like just a visitor and didn't want to over stay his welcome. His eyes studied her face trying to figure out what she was thinking at the moment.
"Come on," she whispered towards him, motioning for him to follow her yet again.
"Do you want a drink?" asked Sam over her shoulder as she made her way into the kitchen while he took a seat on the couch.
"Sure," he replied back. He watched her leave before looking around the room. The room wasn't much different then how he had left it. Except for the basket of Danny's toys in the corner of the room, beside the TV. As well as the take away crib that had arrived after Sam had moved out. There were a few stuff animals laying out on the coffee table and couch. He couldn't help but smile as he reached for the stuffed lamb lying on seat beside him.
"That's Chops," spoke Sam as she came back into the room and noticed that he had the lamb in his hands,"Sorry, I don't have anything else." She added as she handed him a bottle of water. She knew his drink of choice was beer. And usually he would have a endless supple of it in the fridge. However,beer was something that always got left out of the shopping list each week. She had stopped buying it after Danny had come into her life. Plus it reminded her too much of Jason. For the longest time, she had a case of beer in the fridge, left over from him. However, the morning of his memorial service, she had thrown it out. Telling herself she needed to move on.
"That's fine. Water is good," replied Jason as he took the bottle from her.
Sam then took the seat beside him. "Yeah, your mother gave Danny that. She said that you had a stuff lamb similar it when you were a kid...Danny loves that thing," she continued on to explain to him. "We can't go anywhere with out Chops!" A smile spread across her face. She loved to talk about her son.
Jason looked down at the lamb and smiled.
This felt so surreal to them both. Neither could wrap their minds around the idea that after months apart that they were finally together. Silence then fell over them as they drank their water and tried to think up something to say to one another. He was at a lost for words. He had missed so much and there were so many things he wanted to ask and say to her. But he was afraid to. He had only gotten his memory back a few days ago. After remembering who he was and where he had come from, all that had been on his mind was getting back to the people he loved. He had read a little bit of what had happened in town online. But there was still a lot he didn't know about.
"Look, Jason there is something I need to tell you," began Sam as she placed her water bottle onto the coffee table and turned her body, so that she was facing Jason on the couch.
Jason turned his attention to her. He didn't say anything as he waited for her to continue.
"It's about Danny," she spoke, "He's not...Franco's. "
Jason wrinkled his brows at this. He didn't understand. How was he not Franco's? They had a test done. Who's else could be Danny's father if not Franco?
"He's yours."
The room was dead silent as Jason continued to stare at Sam. He still didn't understand how that was possible. They had done a test. They had done two tests in fact. The results had come back the same. That Franco was the father.
"Heather," spoke Sam as if reading his thoughts, "She tampered with the results to make us think that Franco was the father. I didn't find out until afterwards..." Her voice trailed off as she suddenly stood up. Jason watched her as she began to search for something in the desk draw. She came back a moment later with a piece of paper. "Here, see it for yourself."
Jason took the paper and stared intensely down at it. His eyes scanning over his name. He couldn't believe it. After months of thinking that Franco had impregnated his wife. After months of letting the idea tear him a part. Letting it tear his marriage apart. He finds out that all along he was the father. A wave of relief washed over him at this however, bitterness soon followed.
He hated what Heather had done. He hated how he had been lied too. How Sam had been lied too to believe that she was carrying her rapist child!
Sam, who could see the tension on Jason's face, reached out and took his hand into hers. "Don't let this bother you Jason. I hate Heather for what she made us think for months. But it's all in the past now. Heather is locked up and paying for her mistakes. Danny is yours and that's all that matters!" A smile appeared on her face as she squeezed his hand. "He's yours!" she repeated.
Jason looked over at Sam. He let out a deep breath as he tried to let the tension go away. He knew that getting upset wouldn't do anything. Sam was right. He shouldn't let it bother him. That, what mattered was that, that little boy upstairs was really his. He just hated the idea that he had lost so much time with not only Sam but with his son. After finding out that Franco was his twin and the father. He had pushed Sam away. He had rejected both Sam and the child she was carrying. He had lost months of what should had been happy times, watching as Sam grew with child, feeling it as it kicked against her stomach, watching as he came into the world. He had missed out on so much because of Heather and her lies. Not only had she made Sam believe that her son was dead for months. But she had made them all think that Franco was the father. He couldn't help but think about all the times he had lost with his son. Guilt wrenched through his body as he thought about Danny. He hardly knew the little boy upstairs who was his son. He hated this.
It was Jake all over again. He had distanced himself from his first born years ago because of his lifestyle. He had walked away from getting to know his own son because he thought it would be better that way. He had lost years with Jake. Just like he had now lost months with Danny.
"Hey," whispered Sam towards Jason, pulling him out of his thoughts. "You are here now. Danny is here. You will get to know that wonderful little boy upstairs." She didn't really know where Jason's mind was. But if she knew her husband still, she knew he was thinking about Jake and how much time he had lost with him. And now, how he had lost time with Danny. Yes, it was true that Jason didn't know anything about Danny. That he didn't know how he liked his bottle of milk before going down for his nap. How Danny hated wearing hats. But he would get to know his son. He would get to know all the little things that made up their child. They would have a relationship, she would make sure of it.
His eyes lingered on her face for a second longer before once again looking down at the test results. "He's mine," he whispered, allowing the words to sink in. His eyes immediately stinging with tears.
"Yes Jason, he's yours!" she whispered back as she continued to hold his hand. She then leaned her head against his shoulder. Finally, allowing herself to believe that it was all true. That Jason had come back to her and that he now knew that Danny was his. She could now finally allow herself to be happy.
They both knew that they had more to talk about and should talk about. However, they decided that could all wait a little longer. They desperately wanted to do a little more then talk at the moment. After some time had passed. Jason put the test results onto the coffee table and looked over at Sam. Their eyes locked with one another. This was the moment they had been waiting for.
His eyes were dark as he continue to gaze on at his wife. He had missed her terribly as he reached out and cupped the side of her face, pulling her into a kiss. The kiss was slow and timid at first as Sam slowly began to kiss him back. However, it didn't take long before it was deepened as she slipped her tongue into his open mouth. Jason was taken slightly back by her sudden boldness but it didn't take him too long to recover as he pulled her to his lap. His hands ran up and down her back before sliding up the front of her shirt and cupping her breasts.
They continued on like this for a moment longer before breaking apart. Adrenaline and excitement pounded through both of them as they stared intensely into each other's eyes. Their eyes were dark with desire for one another. There was no denying it, they both wanted this.
Resting her forehead against Jason's, she pressed a kiss to his lips before grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet.
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Julie
