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Chapter 10 Daddy?
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Four agonising weeks had past and the Carmichael's were still awaiting the results from the DNA test. Getting up early every morning, Sam had walked down to the entrance of the villa to collect the post and grew more anxious, each time the letter from the hospital wasn't there. The new year had arrived and the Dynamos had departed soon after, to sort out things at their retrospective homes. Both women had promised to be back in time for the birth of Donna's baby and told Sam, they expected regular updates on her pregnancy. The boys had returned to New York too, in time for the start of college and Donna hated the villa being so empty. Since getting married, the hotel had always been home to her best friends and extended family, at some point and now it was far too quiet for her liking. The only positive aspect, was that Sam could get his wife to relax and take it easy, before things around the hotel got hectic once more after the birth.
Sam made his way up to the bedroom, carrying a tray of breakfast for his beautiful wife. She was still asleep, after a terrible night of trying to get comfortable with her now huge baby bump. Donna knew she'd put most of her weight on during the last few weeks and that her cravings for ice-cream in the middle of the night, weren't helping much. Finding Donna's curvy pregnant body sexy, Sam had found it hard over the past few weeks, when she had gone off the idea of making love and left him to take uncountable cold showers, alone.
"Sweetheart." Said Sam softy, pushing the bedroom door open with his foot and walking in to place the tray on the end of the bed. "I've brought you some breakfast sleepyhead."
Donna stirred slightly at the sound of her husband's voice, but rolled onto her side and went back to sleep. With only three weeks left of her pregnancy, she had been really struggling and found the early mornings a real drag. Sam had found it hard to cope too, with his wife's erratic mood swings; one minute Donna would be full of the joys of life and the next, she would be crying because he'd brought her the wrong pickles in the middle of the night. With their love life suffering, Sam had had to make do with holding Donna and being as supportive as he could for her. He knew it would all be worth it in the end, when they'd be holding their newborn baby in their arms and raising it together as a couple.
"It's going cold darling." Whispered Sam, climbing onto the bed behind Donna and gently nuzzling her warm neck.
Opening her eyes and blinking to allow them to adjust to the bright light coming in through the open shutters, Donna moaned quietly at Sam's touch. "What time is it?" She asked after clearing her throat and pulling her husband's arm tighter around her.
Continuing his light kisses on her neck, Sam breathed in Donna's sweet scent and could feel a familiar stirring in his pants. "Just after seven gorgeous. You told me to wake you." He whispered, never letting his lips break contact with her soft flesh.
Feeling her husband's arousal pressing against her back, Donna couldn't help but emit a small giggle. "Tell little Sam, thanks for the wake up call." She said quietly, before slowly turning onto her back and making herself comfortable. "Something smells good honey. You've been busy." She finished, pushing herself further up and looking down at the breakfast tray.
"I hope you're hungry." Said Sam, sitting up and grabbing the tray to place on his wife's lap. "Eggs, bacon, pancakes and coffee." He continued, pouring out Donna a cup of hot fresh coffee. "Enjoy darling. I'm going down to collect the mail." He finished, placing a teasing kiss on her lips, flicking his tongue across the entrance of her mouth.
"Are you trying to make me fat Mr. Carmichael?" Donna asked, as Sam pulled away from her and stood up to leave.
Opening the door, Sam turned to flash Donna a cheeky grin. "I think I already did." He answered, laughing as his wife feigned a hurt expression and threw a pillow at the door.
"Asshole." Donna giggled, as her husband dodged her missile and closed the door behind him.
She giggled to herself, as she looked down at the plate of food in front of her. Sam had even gone to the trouble of cutting her wholemeal toast into heart shapes and placed a flower on the side of the tray. Knowing that she'd been pushing him away for the past few weeks, made Donna feel guilty. She didn't mean to, but she was finding it so difficult to get a grip on her emotions. She couldn't remember feeling like this whilst pregnant with Sophie, but then again, she didn't have a man at the time and she had just got on with everything as best she could…I must make it up to him, Donna thought to herself, as she sighed and tucked into her breakfast.
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Collecting the mail and bringing it back up to the reception, Sam sat down at the desk and sorted through it. There was nothing that stood out as being a letter from the hospital, but along with the usual bills, there was one envelope that caught his eye. Noticing the distinctive embossed stamp of the boy's college in New York, Sam frowned as he opened it. Slowly scanning the page, it soon became clear that it was from the Dean and he was concerned about Ben. By the looks of things, Sam's eldest son had been skipping lectures and failing to hand in assignments on time. This wasn't like Ben at all. He had always been a keen student, proud of his work and striving for the best grades possible, but according to the letter, it had all stopped. Sam closed his eyes and sighed loudly, just as a now dressed Donna made her way down the stairs. She instantly noticed the worried expression on her husband's face and came to a standstill in front of the desk.
"What is it darling?" Asked Donna, watching as Sam quickly folded up the letter a stuffed it into the top drawer of her desk.
Shaking his head Sam peered up at his wife and smiled. "It's nothing to worry about sweetheart." He replied, eyeing her up and down. "Steeling my shirts again I see. Soon you'll be wearing my boxers woman." He finished, changing the subject and giggling at the sight of her in his favourite white shirt.
Walking around the desk and sliding down onto her husband's lap, Donna wrapped one arm around his neck. "You're a terrible liar Samuel Carmichael. If there's a problem, I have the right to know honey." She said calmly, staring deep into his eyes and reaching for the drawer.
"Fine." Muttered Sam, leaning back in the chair, so Donna could retrieve the letter.
Reaching for her reading glasses, Donna slid them on and began reading. Sam watched his wife's expression change from a soft smile, to a confused scowl. It didn't take long for her to finish and fold it back up, taking off her glasses too. Donna peered round at her husband and slowly shook her head, she couldn't understand it. She too knew Ben had been enjoying studying architecture at college, but this letter discredited that notion completely. Even over the holidays, Sam had been discussing opening up an office in Greece, for when his sons graduated and Ben had been enthusiastic about the idea. Now, it didn't make sense, why he'd be cutting class and not keeping up to the workload.
"Did he not say anything to you?" Asked Donna, staring straight into her husband's dark blue eyes. "He told me he was loving college."
Sam shook his head and rested his hand on Donna's thigh. "Not a thing. He seemed excited when we were talking about setting up a business here…I just can't understand it." He responded, now looking lost in thought, as his gaze fell back to the letter on the desk.
"Maybe…" Donna replied, cutting short to chose her words. "Maybe Ben's still not over Lorraine's death…Or maybe what happened with Tia has affected him more than we initially thought." She continued, trying to think of all the possibilities why their son would be doing this. "What are you going to do?"
"I'll call him. Have a chat and see what he has to say." Answered Sam, pulling his wife back to rest against his chest. "Ben better have a bloody good excuse, that's all." He finished, closing his eyes at the sensation of Donna wrapping her arm around him and gently kissing his neck.
"Promise me you won't be too hard on him darling." Whispered Donna, in between tender kisses, knowing she was definitely turning Sam on. "Steaming in isn't going to get you anywhere."
Pulling away from his wife's kisses, Sam smiled and shook his head at her. "It's a promise." He said, staring at her perfect lips and then down at her shirt undone to the top of her breasts. "You are such a tease Donna. I thought you were going over to the mainland with Soph and Emma?"
Hooking her finger under Sam's chin, Donna guided his face back up to meet hers. "I am, but that doesn't mean I can't have a cuddle with my handsome husband, before I go." She answered, before leaning close to place a slow passionate kiss on his lips.
It didn't take a genius, to work out her husband was worried about the eldest son's behaviour and the truth was, so was she. Donna knew if Sam rang Ben, shouting the odds, he'd clam up and probably not bother to go back to college at all. She had her husband's promise that he wouldn't and she hoped she could trust him to handle the matter sensitively…It reminded Donna of the time she'd had received a phone call from Sophie's school on the mainland. She was around fourteen or fifteen at the time and had decided to bunk off school for the afternoon, with a boy. Donna had been furious when her daughter had walked in that afternoon and she asked her about her day at school. Going into great detail about every subject, Sophie rambled on, until her mother placed her finger up to her lip to silence her. The argument that proceeded was heated, with both Sheridan's storming off in different directions. When she had calmed down and thought about her mother's words of disappointment, Sophie had gone to find Donna to apologise. That was the last time Sophie skipped school, terrified of letting her mother down again.
Sam responded to his wife's kiss, until she slowly broke for air. "Get out of here woman, so you can some back to spend the afternoon with me." He said, giving her rear a light slap, as Donna slid off his lap.
"Sounds good baby." Responded Donna, picking up her purse and giving Sam a wink, before she left the reception in search of her daughter.
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The morning soon flew by, with Sam working on some new drawings for work and many attempts to get hold of his son, without success. He didn't know if Ben was ignoring him, or was not answering his calls because he was actually in college. Placing the phone down for the last time, Sam sighed and carried on with his sketches. He was fully enthralled with what he doing, that he didn't notice Pepper walking into the reception and coming to a stop in front of the desk.
"Ermm Sam, sorry to bother you, but a courier just dropped this off for you." Said Pepper, holding out a large envelope, as Sam looked up at him. "I signed for it, hope you don't mind."
Taking the envelope out of the young workers hand, Sam peered down at it. "No, not at all, thanks Pepper." He said, running his thumb over the Athens hospital logo.
"No worries boss." Answered Pepper, turning and hurrying off, back to his chores.
With his palms beginning to sweat and his heart thumping double time in his chest, Sam stared down at the letter in his hands. This was it, the answer he and his family had been waiting for. He was nervous, almost scared, wondering if the result was going to be the one he and his wife so desperately wanted… Donna had brought the subject up a few times over the past weeks and Sam had done his best to reassure her all would work out fine. Secretly, he was containing his own nerves and uncertainties. Sam had told himself over and over, that if it turned out Sophie wasn't actually his daughter, it wouldn't change anything between them. Like Donna was with his sons, he would always class the young Sheridan woman as his own daughter and no piece of paper would change that… Placing the brown envelope down on the desk, Sam knew he should wait for Donna and Sophie to return from the mainland, before he opened it.
Carrying on with his drawings for the next hour, Sam's gaze kept falling to the letter and he had never felt so relieved when he heard his wife chatting to Eddie, as she walked up from the hotel entrance. He stood and waited for her to finish her conversation and smiled as she finally walked into the reception to join him.
"Hey darling, sorry I was so long, but Soph ran into some old school friends and we ended up having some lunch with them." Said Donna, walking round the desk and leaning close to plant a tender kiss on her husband's lips. "What's wrong, you seem tense. Is it Ben?" She asked, slowly pulling away and noticing Sam's lack of attention to what she'd just said.
Shaking his head, Sam took Donna's hand in his and smiled. "No, it's not Ben. I couldn't get hold of him." He answered, glancing down at the envelope on the desk. "We had a delivery." He added, picking it up and handing to his wife.
Donna looked down at the letter in her hand and instantly saw the hospital stamp. It could only mean one thing. The results from the DNA had finally arrived and they were about to discover their past and future, all at the same time. She could feel herself starting to physically shake, as she handed it back to Sam. If anyone should be the one to open it, she knew it should be her husband and besides, her hands were trembling so much, she didn't know if she'd manage it.
"Don't you think we should wait for Sophie?" Asked Sam, his voice quivering slightly, as he held Donna's hand even tighter.
Thinking for a few moments, Donna gazed into her husband's eyes and slowly shook her head. "She'll be a while yet and maybe it'd be a good idea to know and then either way, we'll know how to break it to her." She replied, before looking back down at the envelope in Sam's hand. "Open it darling. Let's get this over and done with."
Letting go of his wife's hand, Sam nodded and slowly ripped open the top of the envelope. He was shaking too and as he pulled out the papers inside, he literally held his breath for a few moments, to calm himself down. Donna was exactly the same, taking a deep breath and staring intensely into her husband's eyes, as he scanned over the letter. He seemed to be taking ages and she couldn't stand the painful wait anymore. She needed to know, if it had been the love of her life that had fathered her firstborn child or not.
"Sam, please, what does it say?" Whispered Donna nervously, never once taking her eyes of Sam's face.
Slowly looking up into his wife's already watering eyes, Sam turned the paper round for her to look at the last page. "It's official darling…Sophie's mine." He said, his voice cracking with emotion, as the tears of joy and relief trickled down his cheeks. "She's my daughter."
As the words fell from Sam's mouth, Donna's tears sprang from her eyes. She knew it, she'd always known it deep down and now it was all official, the only man she'd ever loved, was in fact her child's father. She and Sam stared at one another for a few seconds, both completely overwhelmed with raw emotion, before Donna fell into his arms. They were both crying and laughing at the same time, as Sam hooked his finger under his wife's chin and brushed his lips against hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Donna kissed Sam back with more passion than ever before. All along, they had been sharing this special bond and now it wasn't some naughty little secret, that Donna had been so ashamed of.
Reluctantly pulling away from her husband, Donna smiled lovingly and reached out to wipe away his tears. "Congratulations daddy." She whispered, as Sam wiped her tears too. "I knew you would be. I always knew."
"I'm the happiest man in the world right now. You knew how much it meant to me sweetheart." Whispered Sam, tenderly stroking his wife's cheek. "Now our family is nearly complete." He finished, placing his other hand on top of her bump.
Smiling, Donna took hold of Sam's hand from her stomach and entwined her fingers through his. "Come with me." She whispered, gently biting down on her lower lip, as she took hold of his other hand.
"Why, where are we going?" Sam asked, smirking at the naughty glint in his wife's eyes and walking with her as she pulled him up the stairs behind her.
"To bed." Answered Donna, walking a few steps in front of him. "I want to make love to the father of my children…All four of them." She added, yanking Sam through the door as they reached the bedroom.
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Closing the bedroom door behind him, Sam turned to face his wife and smiled. Donna still had tears cascading down her prominent cheekbones and was smiling back at him… Everything was beginning to fall into place and at this precise moment in time, neither of them could have been happier. Like Sam had said, their family was nearly complete and for the first time in a long while, the future was looking positive for them all…Slowly pulling his t-shirt off over his head, Sam watched as Donna quickly unbuttoned the white shirt she was wearing and let it fall to the floor behind her. Next to be removed, was her white bra and stood in just a pair of black linen trousers, she beckoned her husband over with her finger.
"Come here handsome." Whispered Donna, reaching down for the buckle of Sam's jeans, as he moved up close to her.
As their lips met, for a passionate and pleasing kiss, Sam's hands wandered down to the button of his wife's trousers. It didn't take long, for the Carmichael's to strip each other naked and fall back into the comfy surroundings of their marital bed. They remained silent, allowing their hands and lips do the talking and the only sound to be heard for quite some time, was that of the occasional breathless moan coming from both of them. With the room becoming hot and their body temperatures rising, Donna knew it would only be a matter of moments, until she would feel her husband inside of her. She rolled onto her side, allowing Sam to move up close behind her and as he placed alluring kisses around her neck, he slowly entered her womanhood with his erect member. Donna gasped softly, at the sensation of Sam filling her entirely and beginning to move his hips in a gentle rocking motion. Her hand travelled behind them, resting on her husband's rear and guiding him in and out of her, as she needed it. The pace was slow, yet deep and Sam took hold of one of his wife's breasts, teasing the erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It was driving Donna wild and she couldn't stop herself crying out in complete ecstasy, gripping tighter onto her husband's rear, urging him on. Although it wasn't the most intimate of positions, it was the only comfortable way the Carmichael's could now make love, due to Donna's huge bump getting in the way. Sam didn't mind though, because at least it meant he could still make love to his wife and more importantly, make her climax like he usually did.
Continuing his slow, deep thrust into his wife, Sam tenderly nibbled on her earlobe. "I love you Mrs. Carmichael." He whispered, trailing his hand down from her breast and onto her bump.
Closing her eyes and trying to control her breathing, Donna placed her hand over her husband's. "I love you too darling. More than you'll ever know." She whispered in response, then sliding Sam's hand from her bump, to between her legs.
Knowing exactly what his wife needed, Sam proceeded to stimulate her most sensitive place with his fingertips. He worked on her clitoris at the same pace as his quickening thrusts within her, listening to Donna's moans increasing with each stroke. It was a major turn on for him, hearing his wife trying to call out his name, only for him to cut her short, by applying more pressure between her legs. Donna was starting to lose control and there was nothing she could do about it. Her husband was good at what he was doing, too good in fact, knowing he had complete power over how soon she reached her climax. Turning her head, Donna was able to find Sam's lips and he groaned loudly, as she forcefully slid her tongue in to meet his. Their kiss was fast and urgent, matching Donna hip movements and Sam's thrusts. They were both reaching the point of no return, as Sam applied even more pressure, caressing his wife and she bit down on his lower lip, to tell him she was almost there. Sam moaned into Donna's mouth, at the sensation of her getting wetter around his touch and deepened his thrusts of his throbbing length, for the last time.
"Oh my goddddddddd." Donna moaned loudly, causing her husband to groan loudly too as she broke from their kiss and arched herself further against his body.
With the well known tensing and contracting around his manhood, Sam could tell Donna was approaching her climax and fast. He held off as best he could, until he heard her crying out his name, as her orgasm hit full force. She buried her face into her pillow, to try and quieten her high pitched scream of lust, as her body shuddered against her husband's. Feeling himself throbbing uncontrollably, Sam did the same into the crease of his wife's neck, as he reached his orgasm a few seconds after hers. With a few slow, final thrust, Sam had given Donna everything he had and they both came to a stop, their breathing fast and shallow. Allowing their breathing to regulate, Sam removed his touch from between his wife's legs and held her perspiring body tightly against his. He planted a tender, thank you kiss on her shoulder and carefully withdrew from her lower body.
With a satisfied smile on her face, Donna slowly turned in Sam's arms to face him. "That was wonderful." She whispered, gently stroking his cheek and closing her watery eyes, as Sam leant forward to brush his lips against hers.
Holding onto one another, it wasn't long before the Carmichael's both drifted off into an exhausted sleep. They had celebrated the fact that Sam was in fact Sophie's father, the best way they knew how and it wouldn't be too long until their daughter returned from the mainland, so they could let her know the fantastic news. For Donna, it was such a huge relief that her husband was indeed Sophie's father and she now had closer after nearly twenty-two years.
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Finally getting up to shower, Sam left his wife to sleep peacefully for a while longer and made his way down to the kitchen, to start preparing dinner for his family. He was still on cloud nine, as he got to work, following the recipe for chicken risotto, that Rosie had left him. He laughed to himself, as he read though the step by step instructions, the Dynamo had written and highlighted the little pointers, like 'don't burn the onions'. Sam didn't mind cooking, it's just that he wasn't that good at it, but tonight, he was determined to make a real effort.
"Something smells good." Said Sophie, leaning on the doorframe to the kitchen, with a sleeping Emma in her arms. "But you must have done something really bad, for Mom to banish you to the kitchen." She finished, giggling softly, as Sam turned round to face her.
Stirring away at the large pan on the stove, Sam winked at Sophie. "That's what you think kiddo." He replied, opening a drawer to grab some cutlery. "Can you do me a favour and go tell your mother, that dinner will be ten minutes?"
Still giggling at the sight of Sam making dinner, Sophie nodded. "Yeah sure…I for one am looking forward to see if Mr. Carmichael can actually cook." She responded, quickly dodging out the way, as Sam threw a hand towel in her direction. "Ohhh, touchy." She finished, laughing and walking away from the kitchen, to go find her mother.
Running into her, as she came down the stairs, Sophie looked a little concerned. Donna looked tired and was rubbing the underneath of her big, baby bump. The expression on her face, told Sophie something wasn't quite right with her mom. Sliding Emma onto her hip, as she woke up and started babbling, Sophie held her hand out to her mother. Donna smiled and took her daughter's hand, reaching the bottom step and placing a loving kiss on her forehead.
"Are you alright Mom?…You look worn out." Asked Sophie, holding her mother's hand as they walked out into the courtyard. "I thought you were coming back here for a nap."
Rolling her eyes, Donna tried not to laugh. "I did darling." She answered, as they slowly walked over to where Sam was putting the side plates out on the set table. "Eventually." She muttered under her breath and biting her lower lip, as Sam looked up and gave her a cheeky wink.
Sophie looked suspiciously at her mom and then at Sam. "Okay, I don't think I want to know what your definition of a nap is, thanks." She said, shaking her head as she placed Emma into her highchair and strapped her in. "But there is something seriously wrong when your heavily pregnant mother, is getting more action in the bedroom than you are." She added, taking a seat next to her daughter and blowing a raspberry at her, causing the tot to giggle.
"No talking about sex at the dinner table please young lady." Laughed Donna, taking her seat on the other side of Emma and handing her a piece of bread to chew on. "There is a child present."
Placing a place of food in front of the two women, Sam sat down next to her wife and smiled as she leaned over to plant a tender kiss on his lips. Both Donna and Sophie looked impressed and started to eat straight away, as Sam cooled his granddaughter's meal and leant across to place her bowl on the highchair tray. They all ate the meal, chatting about the events of the day and Sophie's afternoon with her two old school friends. Sam sat back and listened to his daughter ramble on and smiled to himself as he felt Donna take his hand under the table and give it a subtle squeeze. It didn't take long for the family to finish eating and all of them watched in awe, as even Emma tucked in, flinging food in all directions.
"You're so messy baby girl." Giggled Sophie, taking a napkin and wiping her baby's mouth. "Rachel couldn't believe how much Em looked like you and me Mom." She continued, peering up at her mother and smiling. "A mini Sheridan she said."
Donna smiled and nodded, as she looked down at her gorgeous little granddaughter. "She is indeed…But maybe with a little bit of Carmichael thrown in there too." She replied, glancing round at Sam, as he pulled the letter out of his pocket and handed it over to a confused looking Sophie.
Opening it up, Sophie began to scan over the pages, holding tight onto her daughter's hand as she did. "Oh my god…You really are my dad." Whispered Sophie, slowly looking up at Sam as her big, blue eyes filled with tears. "Oh my god." She repeated, dropping the letter on the table and clasping her hand over her mouth.
"Yes I am sweetheart." Sam answered, with a huge smile fixed on his face, as he peered round at his wife.
With tears of joy streaming down both the women's faces, Sophie slowly stood and walked round to Sam. "I'm so happy it was you." She whispered, as Sam stood to take his daughter in his arms.
Holding his trembling daughter in his arms, Sam kissed her forehead, as Sophie looked up at him. "Me too baby girl." He responded, as Donna slowly stood and wrapped her arms around them both.
They all stood in a tight embrace for a short while, much to the delight of a gurgling Emma, who sat and watched from her highchair. Donna slowly parted and stared at the sight in front of her. Her heart melted, watching the love of her life, hugging her daughter, their daughter and seeing him silently crying too. It was wonderful feeling, knowing all those years ago, they had actually managed to create such a beautiful, young lady, after only spending that one wild night together. Sophie felt relieved too, finally finding out her father was the only man her mother had ever loved and that empty void in her life, had now been filled.
Wiping her tears, Donna took a deep breath and placed her hand on her bump, as a sharp pain shot through it. "I'll leave you two to talk and I'll clear the dishes." She said quietly, breathing through the pain and forcing a smile, as her husband and daughter turned to look at her.
"No Mom, you're tired…Sit down, Dad and I will take care of it." Answered Sophie, grinning at Sam, as she called him dad, before turning to look back at her mother.
Before Donna had time to respond, she felt a sudden, hot gush between her legs and the sound of splattering on the ground. All three of them looked in horror, at the water now pooling around her feet. She had been ignoring the intermittent niggling pains all day and had simply passed them off, as the baby just getting short of space as it moved around. Little did Donna know, it was her baby's way of telling her, it was nearly time to make it's entrance into the big, wide world.
With a sarcastic snort of laughter, Donna placed her hands on her bump. "Yeah, maybe it would be a good idea for you and your dad to do the dishes." She said, as both Sam and Sophie stood open mouthed, frozen to the spot.
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A.N. Sorry it took so long to update hunnies, but like I said, the writers block is a killer lol… Sorry to SarandonStreepObsessed, I know you didn't want Sam to be the daddy, but I had to go with the majority and it would have only caused MORE drama for the Carmichael's hahaha (and added more to the block I'm trying to break.) lol… Press the button if ya want more peeps, loads of love, Liv x