Pausing to lean against the hall before she exited the office hallway, Georgie blew out a breath. It was over. The test was over in a few minutes and now she knew. Now when she left the office, she could make plans and more forward with her life. Forward with a life that included knowing Steven loved her.

The knowledge had caused her stomach to knot up in all the good ways. He had repeated his declaration several times since they sat on her bed and stared at a plastic stick. In the elevator when she began to panic. On the bus ride over. Outside the clinic before she walked in and the last whispered one before she came back here. She had been too stunned and confused by everything to even think about responding, but she had almost said it back the last time.

Opening the door, she smiled when she saw him sitting in the exact same chair she had left him in, the one that would allow him to see her the second she walked through the door. Steven stood up, running a hand through his messy curls as she neared him. "Hi." She smiled at him.

"Hi." Steven replied in a shaky voice. What did the smile mean? What did he want the smile to mean?

"Let's go outside." Georgie suddenly felt claustrophobic and needed to be out. She pulled on his hand and began to move to the door. "Please?"

"Yeah. Okay, sure." Steven nodded letting her lead the way.

Hitting the streets of Paris, Georgie took in a deep breath of air, the first in a week. Turning to look at him, she noticed the confused, concerned look on his face. She really should tell him before the poor boy gave himself an ulcer, Georgie giggled. "False alarm. I'm not pregnant."

Steven knew he should say something, but he couldn't stop staring at her as if she might be from another planet. This was what he had wanted to hear, wasn't it? He didn't want to be the joke at Christmas for getting a woman he had barely known three months pregnant, did he? Still, he wasn't sure how he should react. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Georgie with his response. Talking seemed as foreign to him as this entire ordeal so he stayed silent for another minute. "You're not?" He made sure to not let his voice fall or lift incredulously.

"No. The doctor said something about stress. Or just being an overreacting American. I wasn't paying too much attention after he said the test was negative." Georgie shrugged. Seeing him keeping his face expressionless, she regarded him curiously. "This is what we wanted to hear right?"

"Are you kidding?" Steven tried to shake off his excessive nerves. "Of course this is what I wanted to hear." There was no baby, no rational reason save his declaration to get married. She hadn't even said it back yet and there was a chance she might never say it. How was he supposed to convince her family of their sudden elopement if he wasn't even sure she wanted to marry him, if she even loved him? There were too many questions. He found himself sitting on a nearby bench.

Sitting next to him, Georgie rested her head on his shoulder. "I mean sure, I think we would have been ok if the test had been positive. But this just wasn't the right time."

"You're right. I completely agree. We barely know each other and babies tend to complicate things."

"Exactly. No matter how much two people love each other. I mean allegedly my parents did and look what happened to them."

"Maybe we could get some dinner? I don't know about you, but I'm starving." Steven declared.

"Dinner would be ok. But what about something crazier?"

"Crazy? Like Chinese Food in Paris?"

"Crazier."

"Sneaking into Disneyland?"

"Saying I love you?"

Steven's eyes found hers immediately. "It wasn't on my list, but I think that sums up crazy." He replied eagerly.

"Very." She nodded, trying for serious but knowing the ear-to-ear grin was blowing that effect completely. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Georgie pulled herself closer to him. "Nothing crazier than falling in love."

"Is that what we're doing?" Steven inquired cautiously as their gazes locked and held.

"I don't know about you, but I think I already fell." Georgie whispered.

"Don't worry Georgie girl. I'll catch you." Steven promised nuzzling her nose with his.

"I'm counting on that." She kissed him quickly. "I love you."

"I love you too. Does this mean you think I'm right?" Steven wanted to know tapping her chin.

"Depends on what you are talking about. You are definitely not right about your taste in movies."

"About getting married." Steven clarified.

Georgie blinked several times. He still wanted to marry her? "You're serious?"

"I wouldn't have asked otherwise." Steven reminded her.

"I thought it was just because you thought I was pregnant."

"Part of it was. That's not why I asked you though."

"Why'd you ask me?"

"Because I love you. I don't want to think that we only get this for eight more weeks."

"So this is your solution to long-distance relationships?"

"No. Not exactly."

Georgie took a step back and released herself from his embrace. He still wanted to marry her, even with no baby. It was crazy. They had met on New Year's Eve and he was proposing in March? Who did that? Crazy people who ended up on daytime talk shows, that was who. They had just said "I love you" to each other and he wanted to get married? She had tried hard to ignore the fact she was scheduled to go home in exactly eight weeks, and if she was honest with herself, she had wished she could freeze time to stall the inevitable departure. But this had never crossed her mind.

But maybe the craziest thing of the whole situation was she was seriously considering accepting. Her dad had always told her she would know when the time and the guy were right. She could vaguely remember him reassuring that love at first sight did exist during some crush on one guy or another. Was she ready to be married? Looking into his blue eyes, she could hear another question being formed. Did she want to stay with him for forever? Or did she want him to be no more than a memento of an impetuous affair in the City of Lights?

"This...even talking about this...we sound nuts. You know that right?"

"I know. I know. I don't care." Steven admitted after a long pause.

"So we're just supposed to what? Go home in eight weeks and tell our family and friends, by the way, we didn't mention we were dating, but surprise we got married?"

"Can you think of a better way to break the news to them?" Steven joked.

"Aren't you assuming there's news to tell them?"

"Are you saying there's not?"

"Unless you're planning on breaking up with me, there will be some news of some sort. I don't want to go back and pretend we're strangers or passing acquaintances."

"No I don't want that either."

Georgie stepped closer to him and linked her hands with his own. Closing her eyes, she blew out a breath. "Ask me again."

Sam McCall jerked off of the mattress as if she had been beaten with a hot poker. She pushed the sheets away and crawled to the end of the bed, not stopping until her bare feet touched the cool wooden floor. Without the assistance of a light switch, she fumbled toward the door, through the living room, and into the kitchen where she had a fresh glass and a half empty bottle of Brandy waiting for her.

As her fingers curled around the cool glass, she noted how steady her grip was on the bottle. How many nights had she woken up just like this? How many times had she heard him calling her name? Two years, she thought morosely. She didn't even cringe anymore at the effect the scorching liquid had on the sensitive lining of her throat. Two years of dreams that would have terrorized Rob Zombie. Two years of waking up without an alarm to get Vincent ready for school, pack his lunch. It had taken a long time, but her son's murderer was finally brought to justice. Funny thing about justice is that it was different for everybody.

She hadn't planned on staying in Port Charles or even New York for that matter. She couldn't go home though because the memories were even stronger in the house she had shared with her son. Who knew why Jason Morgan had even targeted her. She had always thought she wasn't meant to find love. It laughed at her now, asked the question, "What good did I ever do you?" He had known exactly how to get to her, what to say, how to approach her son, and a million other tactics to weed his way into their lives. Vincent's father had been a good man, God rest his soul, but they hadn't ever been good together as a couple.

No, she didn't want to think about Ryan. It would only lead her to think about how he had died, or rather how he had been murdered. Jason Morgan had something to do with that too—still nothing she could prove. What was she even doing here? He was dead, the case was closed…or at least she thought it had been.