I hope those who celebrate Christmas had a fantabulous one! I for one, did! Here's another ridiculously long chapter. Hope it's up to par. You'll hopefully tell me if it is or isn't!

UNEDITED as I've been summoned to bake with my niece. Since some of this chapter was written when I was slightly Goosed up, I will definitely be looking it over later. For now, just enjoy.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Crappy Reveals

Sam laughingly stood in front of Jason.

--- "Mom, you've lost it."

Alexis rolled her eyes and put the knife away. She eyed Jason's jacket and looked at Mac. He met her gaze and shook his head.

--- "Uh, no, I don't think so Lex."

--- "You said you needed something warm for wherever you're taking me—"

Sam made a T sign with her hands.

--- "Whoa, wait a minute. Where in the world do you think you're going in the middle of a snowstorm?"

--- "None of your business."

Mac stepped in to clarify Alexis' statement.

--- "Actually, she doesn't know; it's a surprise."

Sam looked from the man, back to her mother.

--- "Call me crazy, but I could've sworn that you're all but kept Krissy, Mol, and me prisoner here?"

Alexis nodded her head.

--- "Yes, I am. And I expect that you will be here when I get back—"

Sam attempted to argue with her mother, but Alexis gave her a threatening look which signified that she had no problems embarrassing her from there to eternity. The young woman put her hands up in defeat and went back to making the coffee for the group.

--- "That's my good girl."

Sam shook her head as Alexis smiled and looked at Jason; he was quite uncomfortable standing in the woman's kitchen, with the police commissioner glaring at him. She passed her hand on his sleeve.

--- "Jason, that's a nice jacket."

He nodded his head without saying a word. She looked at the lining on the coat as he continued to stand as still as stone.

--- "Is this warm?"

He gave her a strange look.

--- "I guess, why?"

Sam turned around to witness the odd exchange between her mother and the man she loved.

--- "Um, why are you asking him about his coat? It's not like you're going to wear it—"

She did not like the smile that crossed her mother's lips.

--- "Actually—"

Jason shook his head.

--- "No."

Alexis stuck out her bottom lip.

--- "Oh come on! Don't be a spoiled sport, Jason. Mac just needs—"

Sam felt it was her place to interrupt at that moment.

--- "I'm with Jason on this, Mom. Whatever weird fantasy you two are about to turn to reality—"

--- "Fantasy?"

Sam nodded her head.

--- "Yea. Some biker chick in the woods finding herself getting pumped with some macho hunter's bullets."

Mac raised his eyebrows and stared at the girl for a moment; he wasn't sure if she had made up that story, or whether it was one of her fantasies with Jason; either way, he was not too keen on finding out.

--- "It's not like that Sam. I just want to take your mother someplace and I'd like to do it without the motley crew in the living room finding out we've gone anywhere."

--- "So you need Jason's coat?"

Alexis nodded, while Mac scowled; he had no interest in wearing a hitman's jacket.

--- "As long as it doesn't have blood on it or anything."

Jason, who had begun taking the jacket off, put it back on at Mac's comment.

--- "I wouldn't want to incriminate myself—"

Alexis rolled her eyes.

--- "Oh come on, Jason; Diane's in the living room! It's not like she won't get you off."

--- "MOM!"

Alexis sighed and shook her head. She had no idea why the two were remotely shocked; it was not as though Diane had never gotten the man off crimes before. She walked over to Sam, hoping to speak to her out of the hearing range of the two men.

---"Sam, please. Weren't you the one who was saying that you want me to find a real bull instead of the mechanical kind?"

Either Alexis was not a soft enough spoken person, or both Mac and Jason's hearing was excellent; the immediately became uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking. Sam, on the other hand, oblivious to the increased level of discomfort in the room, and naturally a soft-spoken person, continued the conversation.

--- "Mom, I do, but using Jason's jacket as an appetizer—"

--- "It's not an appetizer."

Sam put her hands on her hips and stared at her mother.

--- "Well then what is it?"

Alexis thought for a moment, as Mac stared at her, almost eager to hear her response. He wondered whether or not the women thought that their double entendres were actually subtle, because he certainly understood what they were insinuating. In fact, by the looks of it, Jason was on the same page as Mac; he was highly disgusted. The women continued their conversation without any regard to the men's presence in the room.

--- "Sam, I don't know. We'll see if there's even a full course meal in this. Right now, I just want to go for drinks."

She leaned into her mother and smiled.

--- "Drinks, huh? Sounds to me like you're going for a nice creamy cup of—"

Alexis reddened and pulled her daughter out of the room while embarrassingly smiling at the men who had not actually heard Sam's comment.

--- "Gentlemen, stay right there; we'll be right back!"

She dragged Sam into her room.

--- "Are you trying to embarrass me Samantha? What the hell was that about?"

Sam smiled at her mother before bending down to steal a strawberry from what she assumed was her mother's unfinished plate; she was careful to keep her bottom out of reach.

--- "What?"

Alexis crossed her arms and stared at the girl.

--- "Look, I'm fine with your crazy remarks when it's just us, or Diane, but in front of Mac and Jason?!"

Sam waved her hand dismissively at her mother.

--- "This is your plate, right?"

When her mother nodded, Sam took it and sat on the bed; having been sick the night before, she was finding that she was quite hungry.

--- "Mom, neither of them heard anything I said. But anyway, let's talk about where you're gong! What the hell is up with you going out in the middle of a blizzard? You yelled at me for skinny dipping—"

Alexis rolled her eyes.

--- "And yet you're the one who managed to get sick from it. Now, I don't know what Mac's plan is, but what I do know is that he says that we need to break the ice, and talk about something other than our annoying brats—"

--- "HEY!"

She laughed and stole a strawberry from her own plate that her daughter was clearly enjoying.

--- "Well, it's true! And the other thing we talk about is our work. I don't think we really have ever had a chance to find out anything about each other outside of those two topics. So, my sour patch kid, you're going to convince the Terminator in my kitchen to let go of his jacket for an hour, so I can enjoy myself."

--- "Fine."

Sam finished eating and put the plate back on the floor. Alexis crossed her arms and looked at her daughter, causing the young woman to frown.

--- "What?"

She pointed to the empty dish she put on the floor.

--- "Excuse me, Captain Commando, but I'm thinking that since we're going into the kitchen, the empty dish could follow."

Sam picked the plate up and blushed at having been found out.

--- "Hey, maybe if you had stocked my room here with a few more things—"

Alexis wrapped her arm around her daughter as they walked back toward the kitchen.

--- "If you stayed here more often, aside from when I kidnap you, then I would."

She looked up at her mother.

--- "Fine. You've got a deal."

Alexis gave her on the cheek.

--- "Don't think about using your open facility to your advantage here."

Sam stopped dead in her tracks, just before they entered the kitchen.

--- "I'm not the one who's about to go immerse herself in thick white stuff."

Alexis poked her daughter in the side before pulling her into the kitchen.

--- "Go."

Sam smiled at her mother, all the while noticing the look in her mother's eyes, daring for her to deny the request; she would not have put it past her mother to reveal to everyone that she was going commando. She walked up to Jason and gave him a passionate kiss as a means of irking her mother's nerves and leveling the playing the field.

--- "Just do it."

Jason, however, was not pleased with Sam's acquiescence to her mother's desires.

--- "Sam, I don't think—"

Sam already knew what he was going to say.

--- "Jason, take your things out so Mac can't implicate you for anything."

Alexis shook her head.

--- "And that right there is why I don't want you with him! Look at you plotting and scheming so he doesn't pay for his crimes. Samantha—"

Sam cut her mother off.

--- "Do you want the jacket or not, Mom?"

Alexis looked to Mac; he sighed.

--- "Fine."

Jason looked at Sam, and began emptying his pockets. Sam ran to a cupboard and grabbed a ziplock bag.

--- "Here, put your stuff in here."

Mac smirked.

--- "How familiar that must be for you."

Alexis gave the man a squeeze of the arm, while smiling nervously at her daughter. Sam simply shook her head and handed the police commissioner her mob enforcer boyfriend's jacket.

Diane was shocked to see Molly strolling back into the living room after a mere few minutes in her mother's room.

--- "What in the world are you doing back here, little elf? You were supposed to spy—"

Kristina cleared her throat, causing Diane to retract her statement.

--- "Excuse, me; you were supposed to chaperone your mother and Mac. We want to ensure that no eggs get hatched in a few months."

Molly shrugged her shoulders as she started filling her plate with food.

--- "Mommy said to tell you that she'll make sure that Mac keeps the cap on the syrup. You know, Diane, that's weird, because she likes syrup all over her eggs, and if Mac keeps the cap on—"

Diane reached and took the young girl's hand into her own.

--- "Um, you know what? I think Alexis will realize how much better off she'll be without that stuff inside her."

Maxie, who was in the process of swallowing a piece of French Toast, began to choke. Mathieu was on the girl in an instant; with one good thrust, she felt a relief.

--- "Are you alright, Maxie?"

She took a sip of her water and nodded her head.

--- "Yes. Thank you! I think we should probably talk about something other than Mac and Alexis' meal?"

Kristina nodded in agreement, while making a face showing her disgust at Diane's choice in words.

--- "I have to agree. I don't know about the rest of you, but I would really appreciate the ability to continue to enjoy syrup on my eggs."

Diane pointed to the girl.

--- "See, that right there, is just nasty—"

Sam and Jason walked into the living room carrying the pot of freshly brewed coffee.

--- "What's nasty?"

Diane smiled at the sight of the coffee.

--- "God bless you Sam! And we're talking about your mother's love of syrup on her eggs."

Mathieu stood up to take the mugs from his daughter's hands before offering her his seat at the table. She smiled at the man before turning to Diane.

--- "Are we talking about syrup syrup, or syrup SYRUP?"

Molly frowned and put her silverware down.

--- "Wait—"

Everyone turned to the girl.

--- "NOTHING Molly!"

She was shocked by the response.

--- "Oooookay!"

Maxie put her fork down and wiped her mouth. She looked at the man whom no one knew anything about; she decided it was time for a question and answer session.

--- "How about we change the subject? Someone get Mathieu a chair; let's have a nice chat."

Kristina and Molly left the table to retrieve desk chairs from their rooms. Sam looked at her friend, who was smiling coyly in her direction. She looked up at her father who was already looking at her; it seemed that he did that often.

--- "Um, you know you don't have to answer anything they ask you, right?"

He made a contemplative face before leaning down and kissing her on the top of the head.

--- "I want you to get to know me, ma belle. If answering these women's question will help you with that, I'm willing to do it."

Diane clapped her hands excitedly.

--- "Great! I'll start—"

Jason, who had been quietly sitting on the couch annoyed that he was stuck in the house, especially since Mac was now sporting his jacket, looked over at his attorney.

--- "Don't you think you should let Sam ask her father some questions?"

Kristina and Molly walked back into the room with two chairs.

--- "Here you go, Mathieu."

He took the chair from Kristina and sat down beside his daughter.

--- "Thank you. I'll answer whatever question—"

Sam shook her head at her father; he clearly had not caught onto the fact that both Maxie and Diane had no problems asking the most inappropriate questions that came into their sick minds.

--- "I don't know you that well yet, Mathieu, and while I really would like to, I really don't think I want to know the answers to many of the questions those two will ask you if given the chance to ask whatever. I think for your privacy, my sanity, and my sisters' well being, you should given them a short leash."

Diane and Maxie looked almost disappointed at the bursting of their thought bubbles.

--- "You're no fun, Sam!"

Diane pursed her lips and crossed her arms like a child.

--- "Indeed."

Sam shrugged.

--- "Sorry, girls!"

Diane stuck her tongue out at the young woman, before turning her attention back to Mathieu.

--- "Okay, fine; I'll be good. Let's see… Have you ever been married?"

He shook his head.

--- "No I haven't."

Molly smiled at him.

--- "Do you have any other kids?"

--- "As a matter of fact, I have several—"

Diane laughed.

--- "Well, aren't you potent."

He laughed aloud with everyone, except the littlest Davis, who was of course, out of the loop.

--- "I think I'm beginning to understand your interesting jokes. I was joking! Samantha is my only child."

It was Kristina's turn to ask a question.

--- "Do you still live in France?"

This was a question that he was not exactly sure he wanted to answer without Alexis being present, but seeing as he said he would answer whatever it was, within reason, they questioned him about, he felt obliged.

--- "As a matter of fact, Kristina, as of two weeks ago, I did. I came here for a medical conference, but then I was offered a position at General Hospital as the head of the Immunology Department. I wasn't sure if I would take it, but when I saw Samantha and your mother, I knew I had to."

Sam smiled; she thought that her father would soon leave for France, and she would not see him for some time. She liked that idea of him being local. She had never before had two parents who actually cared about her; this was an exciting change. She elbowed him slightly.

--- "Wow, I have to say that I'm really happy to hear that. I was wondering how long you were in town for, but I didn't want to ask. Now that you're local, I guess we can really get to know each other."

He took her hand into his.

--- "Yes, my belle. But, I would still like to take you, your sisters, and your mother to France, one day."

He was clearly under the premise that he would reconnect with Alexis; he did not feel that Mac was any form of competition to what he and his love had shared and continue to share.

Maxie frowned at him. She was tired of seeing her father single, and while she had not been on board with him dating, or being remotely interest in Alexis, she warmed up to the idea when she realized that he truly did like the woman. Maxie, therefore was not going to let her father go down without a fight.

--- "Where did you go after leaving Alexis high and dry?"

He was somewhat taken aback by the question.

--- "Maxie, I did not leave Alexandra; I was taken from her, and she was taken from me, by our parents. If I could go back right now and change what happened, I assure you that I would. There was nothing that hurt me worse than leaving her and our baby girl. My goodness, I only found out last night that she not only lost me, but Samantha—"

Having not spoken to Sam before suddenly showing up at the lake house, Maxie was stunned by Mathieu's ignorance concerning Sam's adoption.

--- "Wait, so for all those years, you didn't know Sam was being raised by con artists, and that she was one for like years, up until she came to Port Charles? I mean she really was—"

She stopped once she noticed the stunned looks on everyone's faces. Most of all she noticed the look of upset in Sam's eyes. She could not believe how deep she had stuck her foot into her mouth.

--- "Oh Sam! I'm so sorry."

Sam's faced turned bright red. This was not the way that she wanted her father to find out about her past. She looked at her father with tears in her eyes before getting up from the table and rushing toward her room.

Maxie went to move to run after the girl, but Diane pulled her back into her seat before turning to Kristina and Molly.

--- "Other than the current influx of syrup, your mother wouldn't happen to have Pepto in this house? I think this one here might want to choke on it as she controls the diarrhea that's clearly coming out of her mouth."

Maxie covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head in disbelief at how she had completely embarrassed her best friend.

--- "I can't believe I did that."

Diane took a sip of her coffee and looked at the apologetic girl.

--- "Hmm, perhaps you should consider keeping your mouth covered at all times; maybe that way, the crap that comes out is on you, not someone else. Now, who's going to go after her? This isn't exactly my territory."

Mathieu looked down at his hands. His heart was broken over the fact that his daughter had had a difficult life. He wanted to talk to her about it; the problem was that he didn't know how to approach the situation. Nonetheless, he stood up and began walking out of the living room.

--- "I think I should speak to her."

Jason stopped him.

--- "No, I think you should give her some space. I know you want to help her, but that was a difficult part of her life, and a part that she isn't exactly proud of; just give her some space."

--- "But, I need to tell her that I love her regardless of her past."

--- "I know you do, but that's not going to help her right now. She's been through a lot. She needs to sort through everything; she'll come to you when she's ready. Please, just leave her alone for now."

While Mathieu was not exactly trusting of the man his daughter clearly loved, it was not only evident that he knew Sam well, but he obviously loved her deeply. Mathieu sighed and retook his seat.

--- "Okay. I guess you would know better than me. So who should check on her?"

Kristina stood up.

--- "I'll get our Mom—"

Jason shook his head. He had a feeling that since Mac took his coat, neither he nor Alexis wanted anyone to know that they had left.

--- "No, don't do that—"

Although he wanted to go to her, he knew that with the girls wanting to get Alexis, it would have been better to allow them to stay with their sister, while he was able to ensure that no one crossed the living room toward Alexis' bedroom, where she and Mac were supposed to be.

--- "Why don't you two go speak with her? I'm sure she'll appreciate that."

Kristina was not exactly sure why Jason would suggest that she and Molly go speak to their sister about a past that she never spoke to them about, but she nodded her head and took Molly out of the room.

Diane looked at her client suspiciously; there was clearly something that he knew that he was not revealing. She decided that she would get him to spill what he knew when she found an opening.

Jason then turned to Maxie, giving the already remorseful woman, an icy glare.

--- "Why would you do that? You really need to learn how to control your mouth, Maxie!"

The young woman shook her head.

--- "I'm sorry! It just slipped."

Diane pursed her lips.

--- "Now, that's an excuse that never works. Try again."

Alexis looked at Mac as though he had lost his mind.

--- "Okay, so it was obvious you were taking me out in the middle of a blizzard, which to me is crazy enough. Granted, I don't know which is crazier, the fact that you've taken me out in a blizzard, or the fact that I agreed, but nonetheless here I am. Now, you want to play in this crap?"

He bent down, packed a snowball and held it in his hand.

--- "Yes."

She noticed that he was holding the snowball in his hand in a threatening fashion.

--- "Malcolm Scorpio, you need to put that snowball down! I'm not playing in the snow."

As she turned to leave, he threw and hit her in the back of the head with the snowball; she was shocked.

--- "I can't believe you did that."

He packed another one.

--- "Well, fight back!"

He threw it at her. This time Alexis ducked and quickly began to, despite the clear visibility problems, throwing snow at him.

--- "What the hell was that, Lex?"

She stood up frowned at him.

--- "What?"

He walked over to her with the snowball in his hand.

--- "What you were throwing! You were just picking up snow and throwing it at me—"

--- "So?"

He stared at her incredulously.

--- "So?! Lex, have you EVER been in a snowball fight?"

She shook her head.

--- "Mac, I grew up in a stuffy castle in the middle of a tiny island of Greece where it rarely snowed. I was hardly allowed to speak in the house, let alone play. Could you have imagined Helena's face if I had even attempted to play in any snow that may have come down on the island?"

He had somehow forgotten that Helena basically raised her, well, in Helena's own way, that is. When he looked at Alexis, a law-abiding citizen, it was difficult to imagine that a homicidal maniac such as Helena would have had any hand in her upbringing.

--- "So what about when you came here?"

Alexis scoffed as she allowed Mac to show her how to properly pack a snowball.

--- "Are you kidding me? I was an attorney, who was working predominantly for my brother. God, I loved Stefan, but he was quite formal. Throwing snowballs wasn't exactly his type of thing."

Mac shook his head.

--- "And with the girls?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

--- "Look, I've gotten used to the fact that snow is a part of nature; not something to be played with. The girls have always had Sam to go out with and throw snowballs at each other; it's not something that every really interested me. I guess as Sam says, I'm a stuffy Cassadine—"

--- "She does not say that!"

Alexis laughed and rolled her eyes as she made a rather large snowball.

--- "Please! My daughter thinks I need to loosen up; I think she's right. But I have to admit, Mac, snowball fights aren't exactly my cup of tea. But I certainly didn't think that you were the snowball type."

He smiled at her.

--- "Well, I'm full of surprises, Lex! I mean, I actually had a normal upbringing, and a brother who before he became a superspy, was a regular kid. So, we did things like this. We actually were pretty bad."

She continued to pack her snowball.

--- "Malcolm Scorpio, bad? I don't believe it."

He nodded.

--- "I'm serious. There was this one kid who used to bully one of my friends all of the time. So one day, when it was snowing pretty hard, I decided to teach him a lesson."

--- "What did you do?"

Mac smiled and packed his snowball.

--- "Well, I made sure to have thick gloves on, packed a yellow snowball, with a little present in the middle, then I threw it at him."

Alexis stood staring at the man for a moment allowing what he had just said to settle in.

--- "I'm sorry, but did you just say that you throw a urine filled snowball, with chocolate filling, at a kid."

He laughed.

--- "Right in his face."

She shook her head in absolute shock.

--- "I cannot believe you did that. What did he say?!"

Mac remained quiet for a moment, almost embarrassed to tell her. She poked him.

--- "Come on, what did he say?"

--- "He beat the crap out of me; he was a fairly large kid."

Alexis laughed at the man.

--- "Oh my God! That was brilliantly stupid!"

Considering the incident had happened so long ago, he found that he was able to laugh about it.

--- "Well, that was my childhood."

As he bent down to pack some more snow, Alexis figured she would get into the spirit of loosening up; she dropped the large snowball she had packed onto his head. He looked up at her in shock.

--- "I thought you weren't a snowball fight kind of person?"

She quickly packed some more and threw them at him, as he did the same.

--- "I'm not, but I'm a Cassadine after all! And seeing as you hit me with quite a few of your balls, I have to defend my honor and name!"

Before they knew it, they were in an all-out snowball fight in the middle of a blizzard. The two were laughing and enjoying themselves until they were out of breath.

When they finally stopped, Mac grabbed Alexis by the hand.

--- "Let's go for a walk."

She yanked her hand from his.

--- "Alright, now I REALLY think you're nuts. It's about twenty degrees out here, with a windchill of about ten—"

--- "And yet here we are playing in the snow."

She shook her head.

--- "Yea, but my house is right here. I can go in right now if I wanted to. If we go for a walk, we'll freeze and STILL have to walk back. That's okay."

He shrugged.

--- "Are you cold?"

Alexis looked at him as though he had several heads.

---"Did you miss my weather update Mac? Yea, I think it's a safe bet to say that I'm cold. It is about twenty degrees out here."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys.

--- "Well then, let's go for a walk to my car."

--- "We're not going for a drive—"

--- "Lex, no! I figure we can talk some more. I love hearing about your childhood—"

She smacked him on the chest.

--- "You're not trying to get me into your warm car and make-out with me, are you Malcolm Scorpio?"

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

--- "Nope, Alexis; I could do that right here. I just want to sit someplace where I know we won't be interrupted by our kids, or friends, or—"

--- "Ex-fiancés."

Mac scowled at the Mathieu's mention.

--- "Or that."

Alexis smiled at him and nodded.

--- "Okay, but I have to at least tell Sam where we're going in case of an emergency."

He nodded; he loved how concerned she was as a parent. Most people would call her overprotective and overbearing, but seeing as he was the same way with his girls, he could not fault her.

--- "And that's why I like you, Lex."

She smiled at him as she made her way to the back door.

Kristina and Molly walked into Sam's room to find her lying on her bed in tears.

--- "Hey Sam."

She never liked to have her sisters see her cry, especially Molly, so she quickly wiped her face.

--- "What are you two doing in here?"

Molly lied down beside her.

--- "We thought you would feel better if you talked to us."

Sam sat up and looked at her two sisters. She knew that Kristina was unaware of a lot of the things that she had been through and a lot of the things that she had done in the past, but as far as she was concerned, Molly was in the dark about her past.

--- "Um, Mol, I really don't think I'm in the mood to talk about those things with you two. I'll be fine, but thank you for your concern."

Kristina sat down on the other side of her sister.

--- "You know, Sam, you don't have to be ashamed to talk to us about things that you've done in the past. I mean, aren't you the one who's always telling us to talk to you?"

--- "Sure, but I'm the adult and the big sister. I'm sorry, Krissy, but you two are kids, and quite frankly, I shouldn't be talking to you about certain things I've done."

Molly rolled her eyes.

--- "Well, may I make an observation?"

Sam looked at her sister.

--- "Okay, Mol."

Molly cleared her throat before looking at Kristina, then back to Sam.

--- "I don't know what's going on, or what you did in the past because I was either not born yet, or was just a kid—"

Kristina smiled.

--- "You're still a kid, Mol."

--- "True, but that's beside the point. Sure, there's never been a time when I didn't know you were my sister, Sam, but I know that you had a difficult life before you and Mommy found each other. I also know that you've been through a lot of things in your life. But, isn't that what has happened in most people's lives? Nobody is perfect. A lot of people do things that they're not proud of, and I'm sure that I'll do the same when I get older—"

Sam took her youngest sister's hand into her own.

--- "I hope not—"

Molly nodded.

--- "But I will, Sam. And I don't think you'll stop loving me because of it, right?"

Sam gave her sister a hug and kiss.

--- "I could never stop loving you, Mol."

Molly smiled and pointed to her other sister who remained quiet.

--- "Look at Kristina; she ran Claudia off the road and killed her baby brother. Uncle Sonny forgave her, and loves her the same. So does Mommy."

Kristina hit her sister on the foot.

--- "Thanks Mol! Not my proudest moment."

Molly kicked her sister.

--- "Don't hit, monkeybutt. That was my point! Sam's afraid that whatever she may have done in the past, Mathieu won't love her for, but if he's a good father and loves her as much as he seems to, it won't matter."

Kristina gave her sister's foot a squeeze.

--- "As much as I hate to admit it, Sam, but she's right. Mom, Mol, and I love you regardless of everything. And considering the fact that I've obviously made a life-altering mistake, and you went after me when I ran away, and Mom took the responsibility for it, neither you nor Mom, at least I don't think you do, love or think of me any less."

Sam could not believe that her two younger sisters were sitting there comforting her. She nodded her head and got up from the bed and held her arms out to them; the girls went into the embrace.

--- "I love you girls so much. Thank you for that."

Kristina looked at her sister.

--- "So, are you ready to go back out there and talk to your father?"

Sam sighed.

--- "Um, I think I'd rather have this conversation with him in private."

Molly pouted.

--- "So we're shut out of the good stuff!"

Sam kissed her sister on the top of the head.

--- "I wouldn't exactly call what we're about to discuss 'good stuff,' Mol. But, I tell you what? I promise I'll let you know how it turns out, okay?"

Both Molly and Kristina held out their pinkies. Sam took either one with each of her own pinkies. They kissed their hands and spit.

--- "I swear. Now, can you please tell Mathieu to come in here?"

The girls nodded and made their way to the door, however, as they opened it, they heard a pained scream.

Are we still split on MacLexis and MatLex? Don't worry, you'll get more MatLex alone time.

Also, are my chapters too long? Weird question, I'm sure, but plausible. Are they long to the point of becoming overwhelming?