"I love you Sam, I…. I don't want to lo…lose you." His head dropped to her lap again and he cried.

She gently ran her fingers through his hair, her tears dropping on his head, thinking of a way to make this better, thinking of something to say that would make him feel better about this. She leaned over and placed a small kiss to his head. Pulling back, her small hands framed his face and lifted it to meet her eyes. "You won't." It was a vow. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his lips, tears mixing, no longer hers or his but theirs. "I promise…" She whispered as she pulled back to keep a hold of his baby blue eyes. "I promise to fight Jason, I promise to fight with EVERYTHING that I have, I will make it through his…" Broken words came through her sniffles. "I WILL make it through this, I will fight, for us, for me, for this baby and for you. I promise." She vowed and kissed him again. "I promise." She repeated and deepened the kiss. "I promise…" She was comforted only when his arms wrapped around her tiny frame, comforted by the strength and warmth that he gave her, comforted by their unity. She would fight and she was thankful that she wouldn't fight alone.

That promise was made 24 weeks ago. 24 weeks ago, the love of his life promised him that she would fight with everything that she had in order to survive the brain tumor that shook their world. 24 weeks ago she promised to fight for him, for herself, and for their baby. 4 weeks after that promise was made, Jason had finally fulfilled one of his promises that he had made to her, he married her. He had proposed over a candlelit dinner of Chinese food on his coffee table in the living room of his penthouse, successfully and purposely recreating that same night when he first proposed to her all those years ago. That was the first time that he knew he wanted to marry Samantha McCall, she had always accepted him for he is and loved him unconditionally. The wedding was small and intimate, held in the Quartermaine's rose garden as a favor to Monica, in a way honoring Lila, Emily, and Alan. Edward was beyond ecstatic, his grandson came home and it was all because of a tiny, petite brunette. She had the choice, to go anywhere in the world, but she chose to stay home, she chose to have the wedding in the rose garden, where all their loved ones could watch. Edward walked her down the aisle, tears in both of their eyes. She had done the unthinkable, she had helped reunite a family, a family torn apart by tragedy after tragedy. He knew he had himself to blame but his mother loved him the same, unconditionally. Sam had stood before him as a vision in ivory, her soft hair in curls tumbling down her back with flowers spread through it and vowed to take him as her husband. She vowed to love, honor, and obey him for better or worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as she lived. And now seeing her lying practically lifeless on her hospital bed, Jason prayed with everything that he had in him that these weren't the last days of her life. Afterall, she had promised and he hoped that she wouldn't go back on her word.

She had done the best that she could, she ate right, plenty of rest, she even went as far as confining herself to the penthouse, working from home while Spinelli worked at the office. The only time she would leave is to visit her mothers and sisters or Carly and the boys and even then, she was followed by Max and Milo to make sure that she was safe. She never took unnecessary risks, even in the kitchen. They had moved Spinelli across the hall into Sonny's old penthouse, giving Sam the privacy and relaxation that she needed. Jason even went as far as moving her hot tub to his balcony to make sure that she was always calm and happy. Everything was going smoothly, they even fixed up the nursery, pink for a girl, they had been overjoyed when they found out when Sam was 20 weeks pregnant. They both couldn't help the tears that fell when they heard their daughter's strong heartbeat or when they saw her on the sonogram. One could say that life was going great except, Sam's migraines had increased to almost an unbearable pain. Spinelli had done his research and came up with many herbal and safe concoctions to help alleviate the pain, and to their surprise it always helped. So everyday he had been in charge of mixing Sam's herbal drinks so that she would fight the migraines before they had a chance to accelerate. With the migraines, there were some other symptoms that they couldn't avoid: nausea, dizziness, and blurry vision. Those days she would just make sure to lounge around, either on the couch or in their bed. Never once did Jason have to tell her to rest or to take it easy, she just knew. She promised that she would fight, and she had lived up to her word until last night….

Last night was the worst night of Jason's life, last night when he came home from work, he found Sam lying on the floor near the desk with blood trickling down from her nose. For a second, for a split second, he stood there completely paralyzed, his entire world was lying on the floor and he was scared to death. He thought that that was it, she was gone, their baby was gone. He quickly snapped out of it, scooped her up in his arms, and ran out the door with Max and Milo in tow. When they reached GH, she was immediately taken back into surgery, the baby was in distress and they had to do an emergency C- Section. Jason knew the risks, he knew the danger to Sam, but their baby was only 32 weeks along, she had 8 more weeks to go, 8 more weeks and she would have been fully grown and healthy. Thoughts of their baby that they lost crept up in his mind and he kept on pushing them back. This wasn't the same, this won't turn out to be the same. This time they had guardian angels, Baby Lila, Lila, Emily and Alan on their sides. He knew that they would keep their daughter safe, but what about Sam?

He was forced to wait, he couldn't go back there, so he along with the rest of the Davis, Corinthos, and Quartermaine families were waiting in the waiting room. After an hour, he looked up to see Robin running towards him, instantly he was on his feet along with a few others, meeting her halfway. His heart had pounded in his chest at an unfathomable rate, worried for his wife and child. She had congratulated him on the birth of a beautiful 5 lb baby girl with a head full of dark hair and vocal cords that would demand attention from anyone. Relief flooded through him, Sam had kept one promise, to fight for her child, but what about herself? Robin had informed him that Patrick had to start immediately on the brain surgery to remove the tumor, even before Kelly had the chance to stitch her up. The tumor had grown considerably. She had said it looked good, but Jason couldn't help but to still worry.

That was last night, today, he found himself sitting by her bedside, holding her hand and praying that she will keep her promise and survive this. She looked impossibly small, lying in this hospital bed, but she would always look beautiful. He thought back to their wedding, they had decided to wait until after all this drama to take a honeymoon, and now he was thinking about where to go. Hawaii was the only place that he could think of. A knock on the door broke him from his thoughts. Looking over his shoulder, he sees his mother making her way in. "No change." He felt the need to inform her.

Letting out a frustrated sigh at the current situation, Monica walked around the other side of the bed, towards the monitors. "No…" She shook her head. "No change." She looked back to her son, her heart breaking at the sadness that is displayed there. She could tell that he was exhausted but she knew that he wouldn't go home even if she had called security on him. "Where's Alexis? Did you get some rest?"

"Alexis went up to the nursery to see the baby."

"Did you get any rest?" A shake of his head answered her question. "Jason, you can't do this to yourself, you need to get some rest, you need your strength back. Have you even gone up to see your daughter?" Another shake. "Why not? She's beautiful Jason, she looks just like Sam…"

"That's what I'm afraid of…." He whispered ashamed.

"What do you mean?"

"What if Sam never wakes up? What if she's in a coma? None of the doctors know? It's all up to her at this point." He stood up and paced the hospital room, needing to release his frustrations out somehow. "How am I going to go one without her? How can I look into my daughter's face, Sam's face, and live without my wife? I can't…. I can't…." His last words came out in a whisper, choking on the sob that he was about to unleash any second now. His mother sensing his grief, triggering her own, wrapped her arms around her son and engulfed him in a motherly hug. The pain unleashed, and Jason dropped his head to her shoulders, crying for them, for the pain, for his wife, and for his daughter that he afraid to hold. He wrapped his arms around, her sobs mixed in with his, taking whatever strength and comfort that they could get from one another.

"Jason…" Monica finally pulled back wiping her eyes. She then brought her hands up to cup his face, wiping his eyes as well. Gathering all the strength she had, she took a deep breath, preparing herself to fight for her son, even if he had given up. "You need to go and see your daughter. She has her family all around her, Edward came by at the crack of dawn and won't leave her side. She has me, Alexis, and the rest of the family, even Tracy is there, but she needs you Jason, she needs her father." She reached down and grabbed both hands. "Now come on, we'll send Alexis down here to wait with Sam while you go and meet your daughter." She was grateful to see him nod. He let go of her hands and turned back to the room. She watched as he swept her hair from her eyes, kiss her forehead, and tell her that he would be right back. Monica took a few steps back and led him through the halls of GH to where his daughter was sleeping peacefully.

Just as he feared, his beautiful baby girl was the exact replica of her mother. She didn't open her eyes, but he knew that if they were dark brown as her mother's, then he would truly be lost. How could he look into his daughter's eyes everyday and see her mother if he lost her? He knew that he shouldn't be thinking that way but he couldn't help it. His daughter was wrapped up in a pink blanket and because she was only 32 weeks along, she was in an incubator. There were monitors attached to her tiny little feet and he thanked God that she was at least breathing on her own. "Would you like to hold her?" He heard the nurse ask. At this point his vocal cords weren't working, for he knew that if he opened his mouth, another sob would break free. He simply nodded and sat in the rocking chair next to her incubator that Alexis had vacated earlier. He could see his family watching him from outside the window, holding on to each other. As the nurse gently placed his daughter in his arms, she backed away, giving him his privacy. Before she had left, she had told him that his daughter still had no name. As he looked, he was suddenly staring into her deep dark brown eyes, so much like her mother, the sob that he had been holding was finally free. He lifted his daughter up to his face and inhaled all her essence, her essence that was made from him and Sam. "Ohh G… Godd…." He cried for a moment. When his cries subsided, he pulled her back down on his lap and just stared at her, stared at her for what seemed like hours. Taking in every single detail of her face, her hands, her body, her toes, her breathing, listening to the heart monitor beeping, everything. And when the nurse finally returned so that he could feed her, she asked him if he came up with a name. The only name that he knew her mother would have wanted was Danielle, for her beloved brother Danny. And seeing this tiny bundle of life eagerly taking the formula from the bottle he held, looking so much like her mother, and when she closed her eyes, she was the exact clone of the baby that they both had lost, Lila. And there it was, her name, Danielle Lila Morgan. Honoring Sam's brother, their daughter, and his grandmother, all of whom he loved and loved them in return unconditionally.

He couldn't help the smile that crept on his face as he made his way towards his wife's room. He felt a twinge of guilt at being able to sit and hold his daughter, when his wife was fighting for her life. For the first time, in a long time, he was hopeful, but…. When he saw the sea of doctors and nurses suddenly flooding his wife's room, he felt his soul slowly leave his body. He picked up the pace and ran to her room and the scene before him paralyzed him. He was ice cold, just like the killer he knew that he would be if his wife ever left him. He could see the monitors flat lining, the doctors and nurses working frantically, Robin pushing a syringe into her IV and he could see Patrick, paddles in his hand to shock Sam back to life. He knew that they were talking, barking out orders, he saw Alexis and her daughters sobbing behind him, his mother and the rest of the family along with them, but no sound came to his ears, no sound but he blaring sound of the heart monitor flat lining. A constant beep, a constant steady sound, signaling that Sam's heart stopped. Twice they shocked her, twice and the beep was still there, he was completely frozen, completely paralyzed, but when he heard Patrick start to say the words "Time of Death…" Jason lost it.

"NOOOOOO!" He ran to Sam's side, picking up her lifeless hand in his, begging her pleading her to be awake. "NO Sam you can't leave me, wake up baby come on…. You promised me, you promised me that you wouldn't leave… you can't leave me…." He looked back up at Patrick, tears clouding his eyes, raining down his cheeks. "Do it again."

"Jason, we tried…."

"DO IT AGAIN! SAVE HER LIFE DAMN YOU!" He yelled, pleading to be heard. He couldn't do it, he wasn't ready to say goodbye, he wasn't ready to live without her, he never would be.

"Charging, charging, CLEAR." Jason heard Patrick order. Again flat line. "Jason, I'm sorry…."

"DON'T FUCKING SAY THAT! DO IT AGAIN! ONE MORE TIME! Patrick please…" He sobbed out on her shoulder. He heard Patrick's shouts again and this time he pleaded with his wife. "Please Sam, please baby, come back to me, come back to us, to Dani…. OH GOD Sam, you need to see her, she's beautiful, looks just like you…. Please baby, don't leave me…. You promised…." His voice was breaking, his tears were pouring, and when he heard Patrick say "CLEAR!" Jason took a step back, hoping, praying, that Sam would live, and when he finally heard the beep of her heart start up he fell to his knees and thanked the Lord above for bringing his wife back to him. He felt his mother's arms close around him, for a second he accepted her warmth, but soon he found himself jumping up and rushing to Sam's side when he heard her moan. He held her hand and prayed. "Thank you, thank you God." His lips were forever glued to her hand. "Please Sam, wake up… come on baby you can do it…" As soon as he saw her dark orbs flutter and focus on him, a smile broke free, a rainbow that broke free right after a storm. "Hi…" He whispered and when she whispered back he lost it one more time.

"Hi you…. I told you… I promised I would fight…." She whispered as she squeezed his hand.

"Yes baby… yes you did." He leaned up and kissed her softly on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you too." And before she was going to ask the question about her daughter, she looked up towards the door and saw her mother in law wheel her in. "Oh…." Sam held her breath, tears sprang to her eyes. So this is what it feels like to finally see your daughter for the first time.

"I pulled some strings and brought you a visitor. She can only stay for a few minutes, but I knew that you would want to see her right away." She looked up at her daughter in law, more like her own daughter. "I'm sorry Sam, I won't be able to pull her out so that you could hold her, she's perfectly healthy, but we need to keep her in here to keep her temperature up. " She wheeled the incubator closer to her. "But you can put your hands through here and touch her, if you want."

Without a moment to lose, both mother and father placed their hands through the holes of the incubator and held on to a tiny piece of their daughter. Tears never ceased from both sides. Smiling wildly through the tears, Sam looked up to Jason. "What did you name her?"

Shrugging, he was worried if he had made the right choice or not. "The only name I could think of, Danielle Lila Morgan."

"Oh Jason, its perfect…. She's perfect." She reached her free hand to his. Holding it tightly, she pulled him onto the bed next to her as they moved to the edge of the bed, turning the incubator so both parents could hold on to the life they created.

Letting go of her hand, he wound it around her body, holding her tight to his side being mindful that she had just woken up. One hand on his wife and the other on their child. "No Sam, you are perfect."

Leaning up, she placed a soft lingering kiss on his lips. "WE are perfect…. Perfect."

A perfect life made from promises of love, honor and survival. Jason knew that this moment with his family along with everyone of their family members and friends in the room, would be forever embedded in his mind. This one unforgettable perfect moment. She had promised to fight, promised to live, promised to love, and she had honored it. Another promise was made that day, a promise of a bright future, filled with happiness and love. And that was defiantly one promise that Jason would spend the rest of his life fulfilling.

The End