ログインSam tucked Cindy into bed, kissed her on the top of her head. She'd slept through visiting the babies, which would annoy her greatly in the morning, he knew. But she was exhausted, and so he'd just make sure that she got to the hospital early the next day.He went out to the living room, saw Annie starting to peel the packing tape off the boxes. He quickly went over to her, took her hands."Nah, honey. Wait until the morning, OK?""Oh, I'm not ready to go to sleep," she told him. "I'm way too keyed up from meeting my beautiful grandbabies. I'll be up for a while.""Good."She cocked her head at him. "Good?""Yes, princess. Good.""Why good?""Because I want to talk to you.""Oh." She blinked up at him, a bit puzzled. "Um... OK."Without a word, without letting go of her hands, Sam slowly sank to his knees on the floor in front of her. Annie gasped and he smiled. They were both disheveled and dusty, and they were surrounded by towering piles of cardboard boxes, and he knew that his hai
Five hours later, the hospital waiting room was packed with Jax and Sarah's anxious friends and family. Jax had come out of the delivery room an hour earlier and told everyone that Sarah's doctor had decided that she needed a Caesarian after all. He'd been worried and distracted, and everyone had offered their words of support. He'd nodded, then dashed back to his wife.King turned to Sam now. “Shouldn't it be done?"“If everything went fine, then yes." Sam cuddled a sleeping Cindy closer as she sighed and moved around a bit. He dropped his voice. “They'll have to check the babies, then Sarah and Jax will get time alone with them. The doctor will want Sarah to have skin-to-skin time, maybe try feeding them. I say give it another hour."“Can we ask?" Curtis growled, his large hand on Tessa's stomach. She was due in three months, and she was watching all of this unfold with barely-restrained panic. Curtis knew that his wife was suddenly imagining all kinds of complications with her own
One year later Annie held the front door of Sam's house and stood aside, trying to flatten herself against the wall as much as humanly possible. Sam, Noah, Mac, and Jax staggered past, loaded down with boxes of her stuff. They were closely followed by Sarah, who waddled as quickly as her protruding stomach allowed.“OK, sweetie?” Annie asked her daughter as she shut the door against the pouring rain. “You need something?"“The bathroom," Sarah grumbled. “Again. Jesus, being pregnant means peeing twenty-three hours a day, doesn't it?"“Sure does," Jax said to his wife, setting down the boxes. “I think you've admired the inside of every bathroom in Denver.”Sarah's glare almost knocked him over backwards. “This is all your fault," she hissed at him as she toddled to the bathroom. “You're the one who wanted twins. 'It'll be fun to have two at once', you said. 'One pregnancy, two babies', you said. Well, the last time I checked, Hamill, you weren't the one who had to carry them around
Annie took a shaky breath, but said nothing.“If you can't be a Mom to my daughter, I understand. I promise you, I do, and it's OK. It doesn't change a damn thing for me though, princess, because I want you in my life, in my bed. You could live in your house, and I'd live with Cindy in mine, and we'd see each other whenever you wanted. I could arrange for a babysitter overnight and stay with you, or you could come stay with me. I'm good either way. I can tell you that you'd be the only woman in my life, that I'd be with nobody but you... we'd be together in every way that mattered, but you wouldn't have to take on any responsibilities. You'd still be free.”Tears were rolling down her cheeks now. Sam's face tightened and he brushed them away.“Why are you crying?” he asked softly. “Why are you sad?”“Oh, Sam. I'm not sad.”“No?”“No.” She shook her head, managed a tiny smile. “I want to be there for both of you. I want to help raise that strong, beautiful little girl.”“You do?” Sam s
“How is Cindy doing?” she asked. “Is she sleeping through the night yet?”“Yes,” he replied, and she heard the relief in his voice. “No more nightmares.”“Oh, thank God.” Annie hesitated. “Is she still talking about her Mom?”“Yes. Not every day, but a few times a week, for sure. Not so much asking where Kathleen is or why she left, though. Now it’s more stuff like, ‘Mommy loved this TV show’ or ‘Mommy used to make me this sandwich’.”“It sounds like she’s got Kathleen in the past. Like she died and Cindy’s remembering her.”“I know. I talked to the therapist about it, and she said that’s a healthy response, at least for now. It gives Cindy some distance to process what happened, and to gain some perspective on her current reality. Soon enough, she’ll realize that Kathleen is still out there somewhere, and that’s when I expect she’ll start asking questions again.”“What does the therapist say about them having a relationship?”“She says that in her experience, mothers who abandon thei
Sam watched Annie walk away from Noah, walk across the dance floor. Walk over to him. She looked so beautiful in that pale pink dress, the shade just soft enough to complement and not clash with her hair. Her makeup was subtle and elegant, her hair was framing her heart-shaped face, and she was moving with a regal grace that stole his breath.His princess.Dear God, how he’d missed her.And suddenly there she was in front of him, a bit taller than usual in higher heels than she’d ever worn with him before, but still looking up at him. He grappled for the words to begin this conversation, and she seemed to know that he needed a few seconds, because she just stood there and waited.It occurred to Sam just how much waiting Annie had done for him. Oh, five weeks wasn’t forever, that was true, but it wasn’t about the time, was it? It was about the intensity of events that had unfolded, the avalanche of things that had washed down and over them, and most of all, about the pain of just not k







