So, I know I am asking for a bunch of suspension of disbelief with this one, since it's completely not believable that both Jason and Morgan came back to life at the same time, valid point. However, we are talking the land of soaps. At least there's no possessions by the devil. Also, while the title of the chapter is 'All of Her Babies', Donna is not there for obvious reasons: you cannot trust a six (?) year old with a secret. I promise I'm not dissing her; she is too cute to do so!

"Mom, are you here? What did you need to see me about?" Josslyn asks, coming in the kitchen door. Jason and Morgan are in the study working on secret plans that I don't get to know about.

Once again, maturity. The old me would be proud I'm not eavesdropping at the door. Who am I kidding? Young Carly would be telling me I'm an idiot. She's also the dummy who lost Jason, so what does she know?

My daughter looks concerned, and sad. The break-up has been hard on her. Heck, life has been hard on her. She has so much anger at Sonny and everything his life entails. She gets that righteous anger from her father. Because, Lord knows righteousness was never my strong suit. But that anger worries me, especially when Sonny's in such a dark place. I'm glad I am giving her good news, hopefully it will lift her out of her funk.

As I'm giving her a hug, Michael knocks on the door with Willow. I beam at them. "Hey! Thank you guys for coming so quickly. I have the best news." Tears are streaming down my face, though my cheeks ache at the width of my smile. "We have to keep it a secret, at least for a while, but this is a miracle." Then, it becomes too much to speak, I am crying tears of joy so hard.

Michael comes and hugs me to him in concern, "Mom, what's going on? Are you okay? What miracle?"

"I think she means me, big brother," Morgan says from the doorway.

Joss and Michael turn in shock at the voice. "Morgan?!" Both say, stunned.

Then, Josslyn is rushing to him and wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "Oh my God, this is a miracle! How is this possible?"

"Long story, sis," Morgan says, squeezing her tight. Both of them have tears running down their cheeks.

Michael steps up to his brother, putting his hand on his shoulder. His voice sounding shaky, he says, "Morgan. Brother…" and then he is pulling both Joss and Morgan into a group hug. The three of them are holding each other and crying.

I look at my babies together and my heart feels so full it could burst. I go up to the group, wrapping my arms around all three the best I can, saying, "I want in."

Suddenly, Morgan's arm reaches out, pulling me inside the hug so I'm surrounded by my kids. This is Heaven, and I never want to leave this embrace. I never want to have to let these pieces of my heart go out in the world where I can't protect them.

For minutes, we stand together not speaking. Too overwhelmed with emotion to be able to talk.

Finally, when we pull back, Michael asks, "Where have you been?"

Jason comes and stands behind me, wrapping his arm across my chest at my shoulder, pulling me back to stand against him.

Morgan runs his hand through his hair, and says, "It's a lot. Um… condensed version: Someone took me to get back at Dad. They messed with my mind, trained me to be a soldier, and were planning to send me to kill him. Jason found me and got me home."

Michael begins to ask another question, "Who…"

"Hey, guys," I say, a plea in my voice. "Let's leave this discussion for another day. I know you have a ton of questions, trust me, me too, but this is a celebration, not the time to get mired in pain, plans, and revenge. Please let's stay in the present."

Michael begins to argue, "Mom…"

Willow puts her hand on his arm, "Michael, you will have time to get answers. For tonight, let's just enjoy having your brother back."

With a short nod, he gives in. "Yeah, okay, we can do that." Then, remembering himself, Michael introduces, "Morgan, this is my wife, Willow."

As the introductions are made and pictures of the kids come out, I lean into Jason just taking in the scene. I can't remember the last time I felt this sense of peace. With Morgan missing, I felt a hole that no matter how many wonderful things happened, I always felt like part of my heart was missing.

Watching my kids together, seeing the joy and love on their faces for each other, fills my Mama heart and eases the pain I have carried for the past decade.

Squeezing Jason's arm, I tell him, "Thank you for this."

He kisses the top of my head, "Always."

I turn in his arms, leaning up to give him a kiss. "How do you always manage to make my world better? I might be the luckiest woman in the world, especially tonight."

He gives me a soft smile, "I'm feeling pretty lucky myself. I'm just glad I could bring him home to you."

Michael appears beside us clapping his hand on Jason's shoulder. "Thank you, Jason."

Jason pulls him into a side hug, just giving him a nod.

Misty eyed, with a wide grin, I tell everyone, "Alright guys, help me set the table. I've made a feast."

Everyone in the room is remembering times past when setting the table together was an everyday thing. I start laughing as my kids suddenly look just like that, kids. Michael and Morgan give each other playful pushes as Joss yells, "Dibs on silverware!" Grabbing the necessary items, they go into the dining room laughing and teasing each other.

Jason looks down at me with an expression of almost adoration. "Happy?"

"The happiest." I can't wipe the smile from my face or hide the love in my eyes for this man who has been my everything, even when I belonged to someone else. "I feel like if I tell you thank you once a minute for the rest of our lives, it won't be enough."

"It would be pretty annoying. Don't do that." He gives me that look that he's probably given me a million times at this point, the look that says I am ridiculous and possibly headache inducing. God, I'm so glad I get those looks again. Then, with a smile, he tells me, "And you, surrounded by your kids and happy, that's all the thanks I need." He leans down and kisses my forehead.

Laughing, with tears in my eyes at the sweetness of this beautiful man, I tell him, "I will try, but I don't think I'm going to be very successful. Maybe not every minute, but you should expect to hear it a bunch." I give him my sexiest smirk, and say, "I'm also willing to show my gratitude in other, fun ways."

His eyes darken and he pulls me more fully into him. I feel my body quicken, every cell alive and yearning for him. We lean in at the same time, meeting halfway. My arms wrap around his neck, feeling his heart and mine pound in tandem. His arms are like tight vices, holding me plastered to him. The rest of the world disappears, and all I can do is feel his soft lips claiming mine and kiss him back with everything I have. His kisses grow more intense as the moments pass.

From the doorway, Morgan lets out a groan, "No matter how old you get, it's always gross to see your mom make out."

Quickly taking a step away from Jason, my cheeks feel warm with embarrassment.

Joss walks in, saying, "I don't know, I think it's kind of cute."

Willow agrees, "Me too."

Hugging both girls, I tell Morgan, "Do you see why we all love my newest daughter so much? And as for you, how about just be glad your mom is blissfully happy."

Morgan comes and puts his arm around my shoulder, giving me a squeeze, "I'm that too, mom. Just maybe with a little less PDA?"

"No promises." I say with a laugh.

After eating, we collapse on the sofas and chairs in the living room. I'm curled up against Jason, my head lying against his shoulder.

"Mom," Michael begins, then pauses, frowning. "Do you think…" he gives a sigh, "We have to tell Dad, right? Can you imagine how he will react if he finds out we kept this from him? He's already paranoid that we're all against him. As it is, he's holed up with Ava, apparently kissing her."

Morgan sits up, asking, "What's going on with Dad? He's with Ava?!"

His face becomes stonier as he hears the whole sordid affair. "They're messing with his meds." He says, his voice quiet and anguished.

Jason leans forward, forcing me to sit up. Michael's face hardens. I tense as he asks his brother, "How do you know?"

There's an edge to his question that has Morgan sagging as though under the weight of the world. "I suggested it."

Michael looks down covering his face. In a quiet voice tinged with anger and remembered pain, he lashes at his brother, "God! Real original, brother!"

Morgan flinches at his brother's words, then sinks further into the sofa.

Jason jumps in, "How are they doing it? He told me he's taking them."

"They are giving him meds with a fraction of the dose in it." He looks at us, pleading, "I suggested it a while ago, before I got my head straight. And I never actually did anything to mess with his drugs or help them execute the plan; I swear!" His voice is desperate.

I go over to the chair he's sitting in, making it clear he's got my loyalty. I put my hand on his shoulder, hoping to give him comfort. When he looks up at me, his eyes almost break my heart with the relief and gratitude in them. I wonder how long he went without feeling like anyone was on his side.

Morgan looks at his brother, "I'm sorry. I was played, but we know that's not a first either. And they scrambled my brain. Ask Jason."

We all look at him. He sits forward, his normally unreadable expression is open for his family, letting us see the sincerity of his words. "It took a week for me to get near him. When I tell you he was angry, it's an understatement."

Morgan looks at us though that is proof enough he wasn't in his right mind. "Jason. I mean Jason has always been the one we run to when we're in trouble. Nothing changes, I guess." He gives a smirk, and then shakes his head in disbelief. "I pulled a gun on him."

Jason jumps in before we can get upset. "We both knew you wouldn't pull the trigger."

Morgan nods. "It felt awful the moment I did it."

Jason came and stood behind him, putting his hand on Morgan's other shoulder, addressing the rest of us. "He doesn't remember anything from the bomb. They told him that we threw him away because he was too much trouble, and too much of a liability. He had no idea we thought he was dead. When we never looked for him, it confirmed what they told him. He thought Sonny kept the good son and once again he had been shipped off."

Joss speaks up, her voice wavering through the tears, "Oh God, Morgan. I'm so sorry you thought that! We have mourned you like crazy. I have missed you everyday. I was scared Mom wasn't going to survive it. And, Morgan, as much as I can't stand your dad, he loves and has missed you so much. You coming back to us is like a dream coming true that we didn't dare to dream."

Tears are streaming down everyone's face, Morgan is curled around his sister. When he finally calms down a little, he tells us, "I know it was a lie now, but for years I have hated dad and all of you. They used it against him, using my knowledge of him and his operation to bring him down. Jason's been helping me. It's been a rough process, but I swear I haven't actually done anything to him or anyone we love."

"I believe you," I reassure him, but his eyes remain on Michael. When after a tense moment in which the two brothers study each other, his brother nods, he releases a breath.

Michael says, "I believe you too."

Turning to Jason, Morgan says, "I need to see Dad, and I think it needs to be alone."