Hey Everybody! Here's another chapter for you. For those who mentioned that Sam didn't factor Danny into her decision at all, I tried to address that. Thank you for the reviews, as I've said, they keep me wanting to update. To the readers who have been very supportive, you all are FABS! :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one. I plan on updating again soon. Spoiler Alert: Liason in next chapter. :)

"Danny, I have something very important to tell you," Sam said to him later that day as the reentered their former penthouse home.

"What is it Mommy?" Danny asked, his blue eyes concerned.

"You know your daddy loves you, right?" Sam asked, gently stroking the side of his face.

Danny nodded vigorously, smiling joyously. "Yeah! And I love daddy."

Sam smiled with pride and love for her beautiful boy. "I love Daddy, too, Danny, but unfortunately he won't be living with us."

"What? Why?" Danny asked, his face falling.

"Well he won't be living here, but you'll be able to spend time with him all the time. He can't wait to get to you know you, little man." Sam said, smiling, tapping him on the tip of his nose.

"What about you Mommy?"

"Daddy and Mommy still love each other, but it's a different kind of love. Daddy's with Elizabeth now. You know Elizabeth right?"

"Yeah, she's the nice, pretty nurse at the hospital," Danny answered enthusiastically. "Does Daddy love Elizabeth?"

Sam nodded, letting Danny know that he was right. "He does," Sam answered, her voice subtly breaking on the last word, but careful not to let Danny hear it. She loved her son and he didn't need to share her pain.

"So Daddy loves you and he loves Elizabeth?"

"Yes, but it's a different kind of love, Danny. It's kind of like the love that Patrick mentioned when he spoke of Robin. Daddy loves Elizabeth like Grandma loves Grandpa"

"Okay," Danny said, understanding. "Are you okay, Mommy?"

"I will be," Sam answered, smiling a sad smile and pulling Danny forward for a hug. She kissed the top of his head and nuzzled his blonde locks. "I love you, Danny."

"I love you, too, Mommy."

"I have one other thing to explain," Sam said, sitting down Danny on the couch next to her. "Do you remember this place?"

"Yeah, it's our home before we moved into Patrick's home."

"That's right," Sam acknowledged, noticing how he made a distinction between his home and Patrick's home. "So, you and I are going to be living here again."

"Why? Do Patrick and Emma not love us anymore?"

"No, no, sweetheart." Sam said, quickly dismissing the ludicrous thought. "It's just that Mommy and Patrick are no longer together, and this is what happens when two people are no longer in a relationship. Patrick and Emma still love us, but it will be a different kind of love."

"Like the one between you and Daddy?"

"Yeah," Sam said, proud of how smart her son was. He was Jason's son after all. "Are you okay with all of this Danny?"

"I'm happy if you're happy Mommy." Danny answered enthusiastically and snuggled her side.

"I hope you're happier than I am, Danny," Sam thought to herself and cuddled her son.

Meanwhile, Patrick was having a similar conversation with Emma, having similar results. Emma just wanted her Daddy to be happy. She knew that Sam made her Daddy happy, but she also knew that with Mommy's friend and Danny's daddy returning, that might be as possible as it once was. Now that Mommy had returned from helping people, maybe she and Daddy could get married again.

"I love you, Daddy," Emma said comfortingly and kissed his cheek.

"Oh babe, I love you, too." Patrick whispered and hugged her tightly.

The pair were jarred when a light knock came at the door.

Patrick got up, and cautioned Emma to sit down on the couch. Patrick held a defensive position as he opened the door. Living in Port Charles did that to a person.

"Robin," Patrick said surprised when he opened the door. He rubbed the hair at the back of his neck. "What are you doing here?"
"Mommy?" Emma jumped up, and ran into Robin's arms.

"Hey sweetheart," Robin said, hugging Emma fiercely. "How was your day?"

"It was great. We learned all this new stuff at school. Why don't you come in? It's your home, too."

Robin briefly looked at Patrick for permission which he quickly granted. She let Emma pull her by the hand into the homely living room.

"What brings you by?" Patrick asked, taking a seat on the sofa.

"I wanted to see you and Emma. See how the two of you were doing."

"I told her about our new situation. She seems to accept it," Patrick said when Emma ran up to her room to show Robin something from school.

Robin closed her eyes and pressed her face into her hands. "I hate that she has to deal with this, too. Jason chose Liz, you know."

"Really? Well, I'm glad that Elizabeth finally got a happy ending. Although I feel for Sam in that Jason didn't choose her."

Robin cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. "You feel for the woman who broke up with you for her recently resurrected husband, despite the fact that said husband chose someone else?"

Patrick closed his eyes and sighed. "Am I hurt and feeling a bit betrayed? Of course. Do I still love Sam? Of course. Do I still love you? Without a doubt. I guess it's just going to be…"

Without thinking about it, Robin and Patrick slowly got closer to each other. "You love me?" Robin asked.

"I think I already said that," Patrick reminded her, unconsciously reaching up to stroke the side of her face.

"You know I've always loved you, Patrick." Robin whispered, her brown eyes piercing into his.

Before either of them knew what was happening, their lips touched. They pulled away minutely, glanced into each other's eyes, and then joined each other in a passionate embrace.

Patrick's hands gripped at the fabric of Robin's shirt and Robin's hands tangled themselves in his hair. They pulled apart for air when they heard Emma coming down the stairs.

"That was…"

"I know…" Patrick agreed, rubbing his hands down his face. "Where does this leave us?"

"I think we should take some time. I understand if this was some moment of passion."

Patrick took a deep breath. "Honestly, I don't know what that was. It could be a combination of passion and love. We have time to figure things out."

"Until then, we should probably keep it on the down low just in case, so Emma doesn't get her hopes up." Robin advised, even though her own heart rate was racing at the passion that had been coursing through her veins just moments before.

Patrick nodded in agreement. "That would probably be best."

They both smiled when Emma bounced into the room with her latest school project proudly displayed.