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After three years of writing this story, I can't believe I am finally saying this but this is the last chapter! It has been a long ride with this one. I have fallen in and out of love with it over the years, I have been writing it. But for a good portion of that time, it has been my little baby. I feel like I have thought way too much about the character of Franco, lol. Anyways, just want to say a big thank you to all the readers who had stuck with this story from the beginning and have taken the time over the years to review each chapter I have posted! The feedback really means a lot and keeps me going! :)

So sit back and enjoy! I tried to make it as fluff as possible. I was going to end it one a sad not but decided that our couple needed a happy ending!

The Flame of Franco

Six Months Later...

Sam was stretched out on the bed, a huge smile plastered on her face. She had never felt so happy before then she did at this moment. She thought this might be the first time she was ever hearing clearly the birds singing from outside the bedroom window. The morning sun was bright as it poured into the room through the window. It was the morning after and she was finally Mrs. Jason Morgan.

"Mrs. Jason Morgan," she whispered out loud to herself. She loved the sound of it. The way it made her mouth form as she spoke each word slowly, "Mrs. Jason Morgan!" she repeated again to herself. She then let out a squeal like a little girl as she rolled onto her side, hugging herself. She had never thought she would feel this happy again. It had been a long recovery but she was finally in a better place.

So much had changed within the last six months since the trial. Not only for Sam but Jason too. Sam, had been found not guilty for killing Franco. The jury had seen it as an act of self-defiance and all charges had been dropped. She was seen as a free woman. But despite feeling relieved by this news, Sam hadn't been happy.

It still didn't change anything really. She had still been kept up at night with visions of Franco. She still thought some how he would rise from the dead and haunt her. She couldn't stand to sleep in the Penthouse. She could still see him standing at the edge of the bed, smiling down at her. It had gotten so bad to the point, she had moved out of the Penthouse and gotten a room at the Metro Court. It was there she had no memory of the artist. Her nightmares hadn't come that often.

Sam, found herself not knowing what to do about all the pain she was still feeling over the artist. She thought she would feel closure, knowing that he was dead and couldn't hurt her anymore. But she hadn't.

Jason had noticed this and confronted her about it. He just wanted her to be happy, no matter what. However, when she told him a week after the trial she had to get away from it all. He hadn't liked it very much.

She had left him.

She had needed to leave Port Charles before she self-destructed. He had wanted to come with her but she had told him no. As much as it hurt her to leave him, she needed to do this on her own. She just needed some time alone.

She had been gone almost, two months, six weeks to be exact before Jason couldn't stand it any longer. He had went after her. Despite everything else that had been going on in his life with Brenda making a sudden appearance back in town and this guy the Balkan after her. He needed to be with Sam. He had put his job and life before Sam, so many times before. It was time he started putting Sam first.

It had taken him a good two weeks to track her down. She hadn't wanted to be found really. But with the help of Spinelli, he had been able to track where she had sailed a boat down to the coast of Mexico.

And like almost a year ago to the date, they reconnected in Mexico once again.

They had traveled along the coast of Mexico and around South America before finally porting in Hawaii. They had only been there a few weeks but it felt like home. It was on the first night that they were there, that Jason asked Sam to marry him again. He loved her and still wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. No matter where it was. He would follow her anywhere, just as long as he got to be with her. It didn't matter.

They had gotten married on the beach. It had been a small ceremony. Alexis and Sam's sisters had flown to be there. Carly had also came with Josslyne and Morgan in tow. Spinelli and Maxie had made a surprise entrance at the wedding too. Overall, it had been the perfect wedding for both of them. Small and intimate with only their closest and dearest friends and family in attendance.

"What are you smirking about?" asked Jason towards her as he came into the room. His blue eyes locked with hers as he approached the bed. He was naked except for a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. He had just gotten out of the shower.

"Nothing," shrugged Sam, slowly raising up onto one elbow. "Just thinking!" she smirked, winking at him.

"Oh you shouldn't keep secrets from your husband now, Mrs. Morgan," replied Jason, mischief sparking in his eyes as he leaned down to where Sam lay. Their faces were inches apart now. Ever since tying the knot, he had not been acting like his normal, Stone Cold self. He was carefree and happy. And he didn't care who knew it.

"Oh really?" asked Sam, her brown eyes studying his face. She was trying not to smile at him but found it to be difficult. She felt so much love for this man that stood before her.

"Really," stated Jason, lowering his voice as he cupped the side of Sam's face. He then captured her lips with his, pulling her into a deep kiss. As she kissed him back, he let the towel drop to the floor.

Thanks again for reading! Please leave a review!

Julie