Yes, another one...get over it. One couple I can
actually root for damn it.
This one...I wrote this before the whole memory loss thing happens...my idea of Sam being able to say goodbye to her daughter.
As she walked along the path lined by the large oak trees, Samantha Morgan was a little nervous. She hadn’t visited her daughter as much as she had originally planned to, but so many things had happened. She only hoped her little girl would understand.
Sensing his wife’s nervousness, Jason slipped her hand into his and gave her a reassuring look as they continued on the path towards their precious daughter’s grave. Sure he wasn’t her father biologically, but in every way that counted, he was that sweet girl’s daddy. He still remembered holding her in his arms one year ago. So still, but peaceful. He had visited her a few times as well, but like Sam, not as much as he wanted to. When they had finally gotten married two months earlier, they had both stopped to see her separately before the ceremony. He had arrived after she had left, the evidence of her being there lie in a single white rose atop the headstone that Jason had placed. Thinking back to that day, he remembered feeling at peace as he sat with her and told her about his love for her mother. How he had a temporary lapse in his memory, but ultimately remembering that there would be no one he loved more than Sam.
Sam also found herself thinking of the day they married. She had so much pent up energy and nervousness that she just needed to get out, so she took a walk. Realizing where she was going, when she was about halfway there, she had stopped and picked up a rose for her daughter, the same ivory color from her dress. She sat with her daughter for nearly an hour, telling her everything that she and Jason had been through to get to the place they now stood in their relationship. She gushed like a giddy schoolgirl to a classmate about how in love with Jason she was, and smiled upon reminiscing. That definitely would be something that wouldn’t change over the years.
As they came into the clearing, they made their way to the corner marked by a large stone wall with angel statues, and a small headstone. Sam paused as she saw it, smiling as the sun peeked through the clouds, as if she were looking down on them. It was the peace she had looked for her whole life, and had found with Jason. He turned to look at her, offering an encouraging grin, and placing one arm around her shoulders, handing her the bouquet of white roses with the other, led her to their daughter’s grave. A slight breeze sent a shiver down her spine, as the seasons started changing in Port Charles. Many things would be changing soon, and now was the time to say goodbye to her little girl. Thinking back to the day she had been buried, Sam remembered asking Jason to say goodbye, breaking down in his arms when she couldn’t. He had supported her then. He was her lifeline. She had returned the favor months later when Michael had been presumed dead. They had clung to one another, and made it out stronger than they were before. Sam hadn’t wondered though, why in all the times she had come to visit, that she had never been able to say goodbye. She hadn’t been ready to let go and move forward. Giving Jason a reassured smile, they stopped in front of the headstone.
Kneeling down, she took a deep breath and placed the roses over her tiny grave. Her daughter was at peace as well. In her short life, her little girl had saved so many, including Sam herself. “Hey sweet girl,” she said quietly, making herself comfortable as Jason sat down beside her. “I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since you left us.” Things were definitely different on this visit though. “And I can’t believe I’m not in tears today.” She felt the familiar tenderness as Jason ran his hand up and down her back soothingly. “It’s gone by so fast Jason.”
“I know,” he said quietly.
“We would’ve had a big birthday party, with Michael and Morgan running around with Kristina.” Sam felt the tears in her eyes and blinked them away. Today was not a day for tears anymore. It was a day of celebration. Celebration of a tiny baby that changed so many lives, including the lives of her parents. Thanks to her, Sam and Jason had finally found what they didn’t even know they were looking for. In each other, they found the half of their souls. “It’s amazing how things change baby girl. And I know you already know about this, but we felt we should come here to tell you ourselves-“ Sam paused as she felt it from inside. A familiar feeling that made her heart fill with love. “Jason-“ she quietly laughed. Quickly she reached for his hand, placing it over her slightly protruding belly. She watched as Jason’s eyes grew wide with surprise, and a slow smile spread across his face. “Do you feel it?”
“Kicking,” he said in awe. “Our baby is kicking.”
“I knew that you knew baby girl. Of course you knew. This is your brother or sister.” Sam smiled as she continued to blink back tears, clasping the back of Jason’s hand.
“I think it’s your brother,” Jason smiled as he moved closer to Sam, keeping his hand under hers on her abdomen. He couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped as he thought of feeling the baby girl underneath them kicking for the first time. They had been on the island, Jason protecting her from her psychotic ex-boyfriend. She had actually been holding a shotgun when she had first felt it, and was amazed when she had grabbed his hand for him to feel it as well. It was only fitting that they be with her when her younger sibling had decided to start kicking.
“I think it’ll be a sister,” Sam looked back at Jason, unable to stop the one tear that slid down her cheek. Her eyes closed when she felt his hand on her cheek, wiping her tear away. “It’s so surreal,” she finally said once the kicking had ceased. “And for it to happen here of all places.”
“I think she knows what you’re here to say,” he quietly replied as he removed his hand from her slightly swollen stomach and brushed her bangs away from her face.
“I don’t want to feel like I’m closing the chapter of her out of my life,” she whispered.
“Sam, you’re not closing the chapter. You’re starting a new one. She would want you to move forward.”
Sam regarded his words carefully. He wasn’t always right, but most of the time, he was. She knew this was one of those times. Turning back towards the headstone, she spoke the words that came from her heart. “You saved me. I will forever be grateful to you. But I can say goodbye now, because we’re moving forward, but not without you. You are going to be a big part of your little brother or sister.” She paused and looked at Jason, his eyes suspiciously moist as well. “I don’t know what else to say but thank you. Thank you for changing my life, and leading me to Jason,” she continued, taking his hand. “I can only hope, that you will help me every now and again when I get frazzled as a mother. I love you so much,” she ran her free hand over the headstone, allowing the tears to escape.
Jason watched her as she backed away from the headstone and turned back to him. He stood up, grasping her arms to help her stand. She smiled brightly at him, knowing that for the next few months, he would hover over her, making sure she ate well, making sure she rested at the first sign of fatigue, and reading history to her stomach before she went to bed. She knew she wouldn’t have it any other way. Taking one last look at her daughter’s grave, she took Jason’s hand, and started moving forward.
This one...I wrote this before the whole memory loss thing happens...my idea of Sam being able to say goodbye to her daughter.
As she walked along the path lined by the large oak trees, Samantha Morgan was a little nervous. She hadn’t visited her daughter as much as she had originally planned to, but so many things had happened. She only hoped her little girl would understand.
Sensing his wife’s nervousness, Jason slipped her hand into his and gave her a reassuring look as they continued on the path towards their precious daughter’s grave. Sure he wasn’t her father biologically, but in every way that counted, he was that sweet girl’s daddy. He still remembered holding her in his arms one year ago. So still, but peaceful. He had visited her a few times as well, but like Sam, not as much as he wanted to. When they had finally gotten married two months earlier, they had both stopped to see her separately before the ceremony. He had arrived after she had left, the evidence of her being there lie in a single white rose atop the headstone that Jason had placed. Thinking back to that day, he remembered feeling at peace as he sat with her and told her about his love for her mother. How he had a temporary lapse in his memory, but ultimately remembering that there would be no one he loved more than Sam.
Sam also found herself thinking of the day they married. She had so much pent up energy and nervousness that she just needed to get out, so she took a walk. Realizing where she was going, when she was about halfway there, she had stopped and picked up a rose for her daughter, the same ivory color from her dress. She sat with her daughter for nearly an hour, telling her everything that she and Jason had been through to get to the place they now stood in their relationship. She gushed like a giddy schoolgirl to a classmate about how in love with Jason she was, and smiled upon reminiscing. That definitely would be something that wouldn’t change over the years.
As they came into the clearing, they made their way to the corner marked by a large stone wall with angel statues, and a small headstone. Sam paused as she saw it, smiling as the sun peeked through the clouds, as if she were looking down on them. It was the peace she had looked for her whole life, and had found with Jason. He turned to look at her, offering an encouraging grin, and placing one arm around her shoulders, handing her the bouquet of white roses with the other, led her to their daughter’s grave. A slight breeze sent a shiver down her spine, as the seasons started changing in Port Charles. Many things would be changing soon, and now was the time to say goodbye to her little girl. Thinking back to the day she had been buried, Sam remembered asking Jason to say goodbye, breaking down in his arms when she couldn’t. He had supported her then. He was her lifeline. She had returned the favor months later when Michael had been presumed dead. They had clung to one another, and made it out stronger than they were before. Sam hadn’t wondered though, why in all the times she had come to visit, that she had never been able to say goodbye. She hadn’t been ready to let go and move forward. Giving Jason a reassured smile, they stopped in front of the headstone.
Kneeling down, she took a deep breath and placed the roses over her tiny grave. Her daughter was at peace as well. In her short life, her little girl had saved so many, including Sam herself. “Hey sweet girl,” she said quietly, making herself comfortable as Jason sat down beside her. “I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since you left us.” Things were definitely different on this visit though. “And I can’t believe I’m not in tears today.” She felt the familiar tenderness as Jason ran his hand up and down her back soothingly. “It’s gone by so fast Jason.”
“I know,” he said quietly.
“We would’ve had a big birthday party, with Michael and Morgan running around with Kristina.” Sam felt the tears in her eyes and blinked them away. Today was not a day for tears anymore. It was a day of celebration. Celebration of a tiny baby that changed so many lives, including the lives of her parents. Thanks to her, Sam and Jason had finally found what they didn’t even know they were looking for. In each other, they found the half of their souls. “It’s amazing how things change baby girl. And I know you already know about this, but we felt we should come here to tell you ourselves-“ Sam paused as she felt it from inside. A familiar feeling that made her heart fill with love. “Jason-“ she quietly laughed. Quickly she reached for his hand, placing it over her slightly protruding belly. She watched as Jason’s eyes grew wide with surprise, and a slow smile spread across his face. “Do you feel it?”
“Kicking,” he said in awe. “Our baby is kicking.”
“I knew that you knew baby girl. Of course you knew. This is your brother or sister.” Sam smiled as she continued to blink back tears, clasping the back of Jason’s hand.
“I think it’s your brother,” Jason smiled as he moved closer to Sam, keeping his hand under hers on her abdomen. He couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped as he thought of feeling the baby girl underneath them kicking for the first time. They had been on the island, Jason protecting her from her psychotic ex-boyfriend. She had actually been holding a shotgun when she had first felt it, and was amazed when she had grabbed his hand for him to feel it as well. It was only fitting that they be with her when her younger sibling had decided to start kicking.
“I think it’ll be a sister,” Sam looked back at Jason, unable to stop the one tear that slid down her cheek. Her eyes closed when she felt his hand on her cheek, wiping her tear away. “It’s so surreal,” she finally said once the kicking had ceased. “And for it to happen here of all places.”
“I think she knows what you’re here to say,” he quietly replied as he removed his hand from her slightly swollen stomach and brushed her bangs away from her face.
“I don’t want to feel like I’m closing the chapter of her out of my life,” she whispered.
“Sam, you’re not closing the chapter. You’re starting a new one. She would want you to move forward.”
Sam regarded his words carefully. He wasn’t always right, but most of the time, he was. She knew this was one of those times. Turning back towards the headstone, she spoke the words that came from her heart. “You saved me. I will forever be grateful to you. But I can say goodbye now, because we’re moving forward, but not without you. You are going to be a big part of your little brother or sister.” She paused and looked at Jason, his eyes suspiciously moist as well. “I don’t know what else to say but thank you. Thank you for changing my life, and leading me to Jason,” she continued, taking his hand. “I can only hope, that you will help me every now and again when I get frazzled as a mother. I love you so much,” she ran her free hand over the headstone, allowing the tears to escape.
Jason watched her as she backed away from the headstone and turned back to him. He stood up, grasping her arms to help her stand. She smiled brightly at him, knowing that for the next few months, he would hover over her, making sure she ate well, making sure she rested at the first sign of fatigue, and reading history to her stomach before she went to bed. She knew she wouldn’t have it any other way. Taking one last look at her daughter’s grave, she took Jason’s hand, and started moving forward.
