"More pancakes?" Jason offered the next morning.

Sam looked up at him from her chair, raising an eyebrow. "Do you need to ask?"

Jason immediately set down another two pancakes onto her plate. "Here. Eat."

"Believe me, I will," Sam said greedily as she drowned the fluffy pancakes in syrup. "By the way, Sonny's been making Max spy on us. It's how he found out I was at the mansion."

Jason shook his head. "Jesus, he's lost his mind," he muttered.

"You mean he had one to begin with?" Sam quipped.

Jason had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling at that. "I talked to the real estate agent...and she's got a couple of houses we could look at...I've got to work today, but maybe later in the afternoon."

Sam took one last slurp of her mango juice, then stood up. "Okay, I'm going to get out of here, I have an appointment."

"With Dr. Meadows?"

Sam snorted. "The dragon lady? No, with Lois. We're going shopping."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Why am I even surprised? Have fun."

Sam smiled and to his surprise, kissed him on his cheek. He enjoyed the contact, his hand resting on her gently curving belly for a second. When she pulled back, on an impulse, Jason quickly kissed her on the mouth.

Sam blinked, but smiled at him. "Nice."

There was a knock on the door, and Sam leaned her head back and groaned. "Bet you five bucks it's Sonny or Carly."

Jason shook his head. "No bet. That's too easy." The doorbell rang insistantly, again and again.

Sam shrugged and went to the door, Jason trailing her.

It was Carly, with a sour expression.

"Hello, Carly. Bye, Carly," Sam said breezily as she walked past her.

"Hey, I want to talk to you--"

"I can't talk, and more importantly, I don't want to talk to you," Sam said clearly as she waltzed to the elevator, pushing the button. She smiled brightly as the doors opened. "Have fun, Jason."

Carly glared daggers as Sam slipped into the elevator. "What you see in her, I'll never know."

"Funny, people say the same thing about you," Jason pointed out.

Carly glared at him. "Jason--"

He rolled his eyes. "Carly, whatever it is, make it fast. I'm not in the mood." He went back into the penthouse, and Carly followed.

"You know," she said as she closed the door behind her, "you've been acting strange since she moved in with you. You're making plans to move out, you blow up at me and Sonny, you're spending time with the family you hate--"

"I don't hate the Quartermaines," Jason said shortly. Hate was too strong a word. The Quartermaines exasperated him, made him furious--but he'd never hated them. Not even AJ. He looked over at Sonny and Carly. "And I don't hate you or Sonny, but I'm not gonna lie to you. Both of you need to learn that there is a line you can't cross. Not anymore."

He stared at Carly, his ex-girlfriend, one of his best friends, and told her, "I've got different priorities now, Carly. I have to."

"You're friends with him?"

Lois shrugged and took a sip of her espresso. "Believe it or not, Sonny was--different, back then. We grew up together." She frowned, disbelieving. "He really had Max spying on you?"

"Yep," Sam said calmly, and then shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I've had a bad feeling about Sonny from the beginning and it's only intensified as I've gotten to know him. He creeps me out, I don't like him, and I'm not going to hide it."

"Good for you," Lois said. "Hey, I will be the first to admit Sonny's ego needs deflating every once in a while." She grinned as they came up to a lingerie store. "Ooh."

Sam had to laugh. "Lois, are you kidding me? There's no way I can fit into any of those. Besides, who will I wear them for?"

"We can find something for you, and what about Jason?" Lois waggled her eyebrows mischeviously. "Bet he'd appreciate--"

"Lois!" Sam gave the older woman a speculative look. "So, what's going on with you and Lorenzo? I know Ned's been complaining about it a lot..."

Lois shrugged. "We're just friends, I swear. He's a fascinating, attractive man...but it's strictly platonic."

Sam nodded in understanding. "Because you're into Ned."

Lois choked on her coffee. "I beg your pardon?"

Sam gave her a look. "Lois, please. Don't even try to deny it."

Lois's shoulders caved, and she gave in. "All right, I admit it. I've been feeling a few...sparks lately. But--it's complicated."

"It always is," Sam said in sympathy.

"You know, Sam stopped by the other night," Sonny said, looking at Jason.

Jason didn't glance up from the papers. "I know."

Sonny stared at his best friend. "And is what she said true? Are you going to spend more time with the Quartermaines now?"

Jason finally looked up, his blue eyes steady, unreadable. "Yes."

Sonny couldn't believe it. "Jason--"

"Sonny." Jason's blue eyes were growing colder. "I know what you were trying to do last night. You tried to push my buttons and it almost worked." Jason paused. "You're my best friend, you're my boss--but if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I won't be responsible for what happens next."

He turned back to the papers, and Sonny stood there, more shaken than he wanted to admit.

The phone rang, piercing the silence. Sonny picked it up. "Hello?" For the next few minutes, he listened to the frenzied, panicked voice on the other line. Then he hung up. "Jason, there's a problem at one of the warehouses."

"Yeah, what?"

"It just got blown up."

"It makes no freakin' sense," Murphy declared for the fifth time. "How the hell do you break out of a maximum security prison? What'd she do, dig out of there with a spoon?"

Lucky didn't bother responding, as he knew his partner only wanted to vent.

"This is just great," Murphy muttered. "You know this is going to make us look even more incompetant--"

"Technically, it makes the Pentonville guards look incompetant, not us," Lucky said mildly.

Murphy waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever, man. You realize the Mayor's been shut up in the interrogation room with Lansing and Mac all day?"

Lucky glanced nervously at the door. "Yeah." Lucky hadn't missed the dirty look the Mayor had given him as he'd stalked to the room, followed by Ric and Mac.

"Didn't look too happy," Murphy mused. "But then, who is? The press is camped outside, having a damn field day..."

"I can see the headlines now," Lucky muttered. "Convicted Heiress Escapes From Prison!" He groaned and shook his head. "What a mess."

"You've got that right," Terry MacMillan, a detective, muttered. "Stupid bitch..."

"Hey," Lucky warned sharply, bristling at the term. "Back off."

Terry stared at him. "Are you kidding me? You're defending that murdering--look, man, I know she and your dad used to be tight, but she killed a cop. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

The bullpen quieted as everyone waited for his answer, and Lucky gritted his teeth. "Of course it means something to me. But have you ever considered that maybe Skye was innocent, and that's why she ran?"

Terry made a derisive noise. "Oh, please. The case was cut-and-dried, man--"

"Believe what you want," Lucky muttered.

Terry looked ready to explode, but Murphy cut in. "Hey, hey, relax. We've already got enough issues to deal with--"

"I want him gone!"

Everyone immediately turned towards the interrogation room, where the door had opened a crack, allowing the Mayor's voice to be heard.

"Oh, come on," Mac said. "Lucky's one of my best men!"

Lucky went cold. They were talking about him? People were either determinedly avoiding his gaze or staring at Lucky avidly.

Ric Lansing came in. "You have no grounds for dismissing him from the force--"

"I said I wanted him gone!" the Mayor bellowed. "This entire escape has Luke Spencer's M.O all over it--"

"Even if Luke had something to do with it," Ric countered, "which you can't prove...Lucky definitely didn't have anything to do with it. What possible reason could he have for trashing his career like that?"

There was a long pause, in which Lucky tried to fathom the idea of Ric actually coming to his defense.

"Is it just me, Lansing, or are you less dismayed by this fiasco than you should be?"

Lucky could almost hear Ric's answering glare. "If I'm not as dismayed as you are, it's only because I have the balls to admit that I might have made a mistake."

Lucky's jaw hit the floor, and Murphy whistled long and low.

"Oh," the Mayor groaned, "not this again...you can't honestly think she's innocent!"

"You know what?" Ric yelled out. "Yes, all right, I admit it. I think there is a very good chance that Skye was innocent. What I can't figure out is why the hell you're stonewalling all of our attempts to find out what really happened--"

"A cop was murdered, we found the killer, and you did your job and convicted her!" Mayor Osbourne sputtered.

"And what if she was innocent?" Mac asked. "What if there was a huge mistake made, and the wrong person was sent to jail?"

"I won't listen to this any more," Osbourne blustered. "I want Spencer suspended until this whole mess is straightened out and Skye Quartermaine is back in jail where she belongs, or else!"

"Or else what?" Ric demanded, sneering. "You'll fire me and Mac? Get this through your head--if Lucky goes, I walk."

Murphy whistled again. "Damn," he muttered under his breath.

"You wouldn't dare," Osbourne blustered again, yet with an undertone of doubt.

"Want to try me?" Ric asked. "And not only that, I'll go straight to the press and tell them that not only do I have grave doubts about Skye's guilt, but that you've been stonewalling the investigation since day one. I wonder what they'd make of that?"

There was a long silence, then the Mayor burst out of the room, face red and not looking at anyone as he stormed out.

Ric appeared in the doorway then, looking pissed off. "Lucky!" he roared. "Get your ass in here!"

Lucky shot out of his chair and went into the interrogation room. Ric closed the door behind them. "Okay, new rules," he said, glancing over at Mac, who jumped in.

"You're back on the Ross Duncan case, and any time you spend on it will be qualified as overtime and you'll be paid as such," Mac explained.

Lucky blinked. Damn. He opened his mouth then closed it, not knowing what to say. "You--thanks. I heard what you said to him."

"Along with the entire bullpen, I take it?" Mac asked, smiling.

"Pretty much," Lucky laughed.

Even Ric cracked a smile. "Now, I might finally get Alexis to shut up..."

Lucky grinned, remembering the memorable run-ins between those two. "She's been bothering you?"

Ric nodded, rolling his eyes. "Oh, you have no idea. The woman won't leave me alone...it's gotten so bad, that even when she's not around, her voice is still nagging me in my head every time I'm reminded of Skye." He shook his head. "Do me a favor, all right? Make sure that the guys out looking for her...don't look too hard."

Lucky smiled. "Maybe she's with my dad, like Osbourne said," he suggested, although he didn't really believe it.

"Or with the Quartermaines," Mac offered.

"Yeah," Ric said. "Like I said, don't look too hard for her."

The door burst open, and Murphy stood there, wild-eyed. "Sorry to interrupt, but all hell's breaking loose out on the docks--"

"What else is new?" Mac wondered. "What is it this time?"

Sam and Lois walked into the door of Kelly's, chatting. "So, what's so impossible about you and Ned?" Sam asked.

Lois sighed. "Sam, I walked out on him because I couldn't deal with his family. He thinks it's because I wanted Eddie Maine instead of Ned Ashton."

Sam frowned as they sat down at a table. "Aren't they the same person?"

"Damned if I know."

Sam shook her head in disgust. "That kind of thing never makes sense to me. You are who you are, no matter the name you're calling yourself by. I mean, I've worn my fair share of disguises and had a few aliases--"

"By a few, you mean a lot, right?" Lois asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Sam grinned. "But at the end of the day, I was always Samantha McCall. Didn't matter if I was a blond, a brunette, or a redhead, I was still me."

"Hello, ladies," Mike said with a welcoming smile as he walked up to their table. "What can I get you--"

"Mike!" Diego Sanchez burst into the restaurant, his face sooty. "Mike, turn on the news! A warehouse just exploded--"

"Oh, God," Mike groaned, and rushed back to the counter.

The hair on the back of Sam's neck was tingling for some reason, and she didn't know why.

And then she did.

Back in the beginning, when she'd been in her first trimester and scared out of her mind, when Coleman was driving her to the plane that would take her to Costa Rica, he'd mentioned something…about Jason and Sonny…

"—if there's not a bomb in their limos, odds are it's in their warehouses…"

"—a warehouse belonging to Corinthos/Morgan Imports has just exploded," the newscaster was saying.

Sam felt the blood drain from her face. "Oh, God," she muttered, quickly standing up and running to the counter.

"—so far, there appear to be no casualties, and there seems to be no victims. Many believe this to be yet another incident in the escalating war between alleged crime boss Sonny Corinthos and alleged Mafia princess Faith Rosco…police so far have given us no comment, and as you can see, firefighters are still hard at work trying to contain the blaze—"

"Jesus," Mike groaned, "just look at that mess—"

"This happens a lot around here, huh?" Sam asked quietly, shaken more than she wanted to admit.

Lois didn't lie. "Yeah."

Sam's phone rang. "Damn," Sam muttered, flipping it open. She wrinkled her forehead in confusion. "Carly, why are you calling—yes, I just heard—what do you mean, I have to go to the police station? Excuse me? Carly—Carly, would you calm down, I can barely understand—ugh, fine! I'll be there!"

Sam snapped her phone shut and took a deep, calming breath. Mike was watching her warily. "I take it that was Carly?"

Sam groaned. "Unfortunately, yes."

Sam's mouth fell open as she walked into the PCPD. It was utter chaos. People were running around, being handcuffed—

"Hey, hey, watch it!" she yelled as she was jostled by the crowd. "Pregnant woman coming through!" She pushed her way through, yelling out, "Pregnant woman, do not push, watch it, WATCH IT!"

Finally she saw Carly. "Carly," Sam said in exasperation, "I'm here, what the hell do you want."

Carly spun around. "What took you so long?" she snapped, looking peevish.

Sam rolled her eyes in disgust. "Oh, I'm so sorry I can't be at the beck and call of the great Carly Corinthos, but some of us actually try to have a life outside of you and your screwed-up family. So, again, why the hell did you call me here?"

Carly glared at her. "Sonny and Jason need our help."

"With what?" Sam asked in bewilderment. "The warehouse?" She looked up and down Carly's blood-red, shiny blouse. "Unless you've got a hose hidden in that blouse, there's not much we can do…"

Carly rolled her eyes so hard they looked like they were about to fall out of her head. "No, you twit, we have to—Mac!"

Sam turned to see Mac Scorpio walking near by. At the sound of Carly's voice, the man stopped dead, and Sam thought she saw his shoulders slump. He turned. "Hello, Carly," he said wearily.

"Just what are Sonny and Jason doing here?" Carly demanded, and Sam raised an eyebrow at Carly's tone.

Mac sighed. "Carly, relax, we haven't even arrested them—"

"Oh, I see, so you just drag in innocent citizens and hold them here for hours—"

"They've only been here for fifteen minutes!" Max said, exasperated.

Sam had to say something at this. "Carly, a warehouse exploded," she pointed out. "The police have to talk to the owners, it's procedure. Don't you watch any Law and Order?"

Carly gave her a snotty look. "You're supposed to be helping," she hissed.

Sam's mouth fell open in shock. "Help you with what, acting like an entitled witch? Carly, let me tell you something, you don't need my help with that."

Carly whirled around at that. "You little bitch, I should have known you wouldn't have any loyalty--"

"Bitch?" Sam echoed in anger and disbelief. "Are you kidding me? You barge in here, acting like you own the place, and start bugging the Police Commissioner when he's probably got a million better things to do than deal with a brat like you, and I'm the bitch? Give me a break!"

"Now hold on," Carly started, but Sam wouldn't let her get started.

"I wasn't finished, bitch," Sam said coldly, holding up a hand. "I think I've demonstrated this before, but let me spell it out for you, since you clearly aren't getting it. I don't give a rat's ass about you or Sonny. The most I feel for you is indifferent dislike, and as for that asshole husband of yours…well, he can rot in hell as far as I'm concerned. So if you think you can just summon me here so that I'll help you yell at people who are just doing their jobs, you are sadly mistaken."

She turned to Mac, who seemed stunned for some reason. "Hi," Sam said with a gracious smile. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but did you arrest Jason Morgan?"

"No," Mac said firmly. "We're just questioning them."

"Uh huh, and does he have his lawyers with him?" Sam asked, still smiling.

"Yes, he does," Mac said.

Sam threw up her hands and gave Carly a triumphant look. "There you go!"

Carly snorted in disgust. "Whatever," she muttered.

"All right, all right, calm the hell down!" Lucky yelled as he and Murphy wrestled one of Sonny's goons into the bullpen.

"You're not doing yourself any favors, you idiot!" Murphy yelled.

"You guys can't touch me!" the idiot yelled back. "I work for Sonny Corinthos!"

"Oh, shut up," Lucky groaned. "Jackass."

Finally, they got the guy into a cell, and Lucky touched the cut on his forehead, wincing as he did so. The bastard they'd just collared had decided to go and hit Lucky when they'd tried to bring him in.

"Maybe you should go to the hospital," Murphy said. "You might have a concussion--"

"Ma'am, with all due respect, if you weren't with Jason Morgan, I'd so be proposing marriage to you right now," Lucky heard someone say.

"Say what?" he muttered, scanning the crowd.

Perp--cop--hooker--detective--Carly, ugh--another detective--Sam--detective--perp--

Wait. Sam? What was she doing here. "Sam?" Lucky called out, making his way through the crowd.

Sam beamed up at him from a chair. "Hey, Lucky, I--" She gasped. "What happened to your head?"

"An encounter with your boyfriend's goons," Murphy said.

"Dude, your friend is awesome," Detective McLain said as he walked away, clapping Lucky on the shoulder. "Awesome."

Sam gave Murphy a look. "He's not my boyfriend--and why haven't you gotten that checked out yet?" she asked Lucky, pointing at his head.

Lucky shrugged. "I'm fine, I swear--hey, why are you here?"

Sam shrugged. "Jason got pulled in for questioning, you know, because of the warehouse--and then Carly recruited me to--"

"Harass the crooked cops?" Lucky finished.

"Yeah," Sam said. "I take it this happens often?"

Lucky and Murphy shared a look. "You have no idea," Murphy told her. "Wait a minute, Morgan's okay with his pregnant girlfriend--"

"I'm not his girlfriend--"

"--hanging around here, staying on her feet, surrounded by all these low-lifes..." Murphy's voice trailed off. "What am I saying? You live in Harbourview Towers. You're surrounded by low-lifes 24/7."

Sam rolled her eyes, but admitted, "Jason did tell me I didn't need to stick around...but I thought I would anyway. You know, for moral support. Plus, it's kind of exciting..." her voice trailed off as she stared at Lucky. "Okay, that cut is bugging me so much. Please, can't I patch you up?"

Lucky blinked. "Um...okay?"

Sam grinned. "Great." She turned to Murphy. "Do you guys have a first-aid kit around here?"

"Come on, Sonny, we both know what happened here--" Ric started.

As Sonny started giving his brother lip, Jason let his mind wander. No one was expecting him to say anything, he was the silent one, after all.

Silent, that was him.

And he thought. About the warehouse explosion. About all the warehouse explosions over the years. Like the one that had killed Kristina Cassadine. With a wince, he remembered Alexis's rage, her grief, the way she had lashed out at everyone.

Why was he thinking about this? No one had died this time. No one had even gotten seriously hurt...a few people had smoke inhalation, minor burns and cuts...but no one had died.

This time.

"You work for the mob," Sam had pointed out once, back in the beginning when she hadn't trusted him as far as she could throw him.

"Yes. I do. But that part of my life won't touch you or the baby."

She had laughed at him. "Liar."

Maybe it had been a lie. What the hell had he been thinking, promising something like that? This life had touched her already. And it would continue to.

This life had touched Carly and Michael and Morgan, it had touched Brenda, Elizabeth, even Robin...and Lily, God, Lily had been destroyed by it.

All of the women that he and Sonny had loved...all of them had paid somehow, for the life they led. Michael had paid, little Morgan would pay...and so would his daughter.

"Jason," Ric barked, cutting into his reverie. Jason pushed away his thoughts into the back of his mind.

"I thought--ow--you'd be upset," Lucky admitted. "About Jason being dragged in here."

Sam continued to dab at the cut. "You guys are just doing your job, I get that." She sighed. "Lucky, I haven't always been on the right side of the law, I'll admit but--I guess...I guess I'm just trying to be a responsible, upstanding citizen. For once."

Lucky smiled. "You're not mad?" he couldn't help but press. "You're not going to yell or stand up on a chair and blast all of us for--"

Sam laughed softly. "Standing up on a chair and screaming my head off won't get Jason out of here any faster, and I could give a rat's ass about Sonny." She bit her lip and leaned in, and Lucky couldn't help but focus on her mouth. That lush, rosebud mouth...always ready with a smile or a quip.

He had to say something. "Was I hearing things, or did you just get a proposal?"

Sam laughed, and nodded. "Yep. Some detective overheard me ripping into Carly, and evidently it impressed him so much he decided to propose marriage."

Lucky choked. "Wow."

Sam snorted. "Yeah. Do me a favor, and don't tell Jason. He'd freak."

"A cop proposes marriage to his pregnant--"

"Don't say girlfriend."

"--significant other, yeah, I think that'd throw him for a loop," Lucky said dryly. "And what did Carly say to you, anyway?"

Sam shrugged. "Doesn't matter." She frowned as she put a bandage on the cut. Lucky notices for the first time how small her hands are, and how gentle they are, as they softly pressed down on the bandage to make sure it stayed. "Lucky...on the news, it said that Jason and Sonny are involved in some kind of war with this woman—"

"Faith Rosco," he supplied, and feels a surge of irritation towards Jason. Bad enough that he and Sonny throw the entire city into chaos, but Jason could have at least told Sam, the mother of his unborn child... "Nothing's been proven yet, but yeah, they're in a mob war."

"Over what?" Sam asked, furrowing her brow. "Coffee beans?"

Murphy snorted. "Territory, sweetheart." He sighed. "First Sorel, now this?"

"You're forgetting about Moreno," Lucky reminded him. "Moreno, Sorel right after that, then of course Luis Alcazar, then Lorenzo Alcazar--"

"With a little bit of Faith Rosco mixed in, let's not forget about that--"

"And Ric was acting like a lunatic then too," Lucky said musingly. "And now it's just Faith, but she's worse than all the rest combined."

Sam was turning pale. "Oh, God," she moaned. "You're kidding, right?"

"No," Faith interjected, sauntering towards them, dressed in her customary black.

Murphy rolled his eyes. He was maybe the one person in Port Charles that was completely immune to Faith Rosco. He wasn't scared by her, turned on by her--in short, Murphy was an anomaly. "Speak of the she-devil," he muttered.

"Faith," Lucky said shortly.

Faith gave him a tight smile. "Spencer--right?" Her eyes flickered up and down, sizing him up.

She didn't look too impressed. Lucky figured she was comparing him to Luke. Over twenty years, and people still hadn't figured out he wasn't his dad.

Faith turned her icy gaze to Sam, who didn't seem at all intimidated. But then, Lucky reflected, when was she ever intimidated? "So," Faith drawled, "I hear you're the lucky girl who got knocked up by Jason Morgan."

Murphy whistled. Sam gave Faith the hairy eyeball, then smiled sweetly. "And I hear you're the sociopath who just blew up a warehouse."

Murphy and Lucky shared a look. Faith smiled disdainfully. "Here to stand by your man?"

"Here talking to two friends of mine," Sam shot back. "Now, if you're done boring me to death..."

Faith rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to respond, but Ric Lansing appeared. "Faith!" he bellowed. "Get in here!"

Without another look at the rest of them, Faith stalked off to the interrogation room. Ric slammed the door behind them.

Sam sat back in her chair and pouted. "Ugh. And ew."

"What men see in her I'll never understand," Murphy muttered darkly.

"Oh, no, that part I get," Sam said blithely.

Lucky raised his eyebrows, as did Murphy. "You do," he said blankly.

"Oh, sure," Sam said matter-of-factly. "It's that...promise of danger. It's that darkness in her eyes. It's in her walk, her voice...in the way everything about her screams "I'm going to screw you over in so many ways and you're going to like it". It's the fact that you'll know she'll never ever be boring, and that she'll definitely be bad for you, but you're pretty sure she can make you forget about that tiny detail." Sam paused for a moment. "Plus, she's really hot."

Murphy blinked. "Whoa."

Sam smiled. "Spend a lot of time with people like that, you figure out how their minds work."

"What, reckless, amoral sociopaths?" Lucky asked.

"No, people who have nothing to lose," Sam said seriously. "You're going to have problems with her. She's dangerous."

Murphy snorted. "Yeah, no shit."

"I'm serious," she said. "My bet is, that woman doesn't give a damn about anything or anyone. See, most criminals--they have a healthy respect for their own lives, if not other people's. But people like Faith...they aren't pragmatic, you get it? They're completely--"

"--out of control?" another voice finished smoothly.

The three of them turned to find a tall, almost completely bald man in his 50's smiling down at them. "Do you mind telling me where I can find Carly Corinthos?" he asked.

"Oh, she's probably ripping off another strip from the Police Commissioner's back," Sam said sarcastically. "And you are..."

"John Durant," the man said, holding out his hand. "Her father."

Sam's mouth fell open. "Oh. My. God. You're the fed."

"The what?" Lucky and Murphy nearly shrieked in unison, their mouths falling open.

"Let me see if I've got this straight," Murphy said, holding up a hand. "Carly Corinthos's father is a federal prosecutor, who is known for going after organized crime, and has an unbelievable success rate when it comes to convictions."

"Yep," Sam said.

Lucky and Murphy looked at each other, both of them breaking out into huge grins. "Sonny has a federal prosecutor for a father-in-law." His grin only grew wider. "Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy."

Sam snorted. "Tell me about it." She shifted in her seat, pressing a hand to her stomach.

Lucky's smile faded as a thought occured to him. "Wait, does Bobbie know about this? I mean--" Oh, shit. Lucky knew about his aunt's past life, and for her to suddenly see someone from that time--

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Carly must have said something to her, after all, right?"

Lucky snorted. "Carly doesn't exactly think about how her actions affect others."

Sam made a little hissing noise of pain. "Ahh..."

"Hey, Sam, you okay?" Murphy asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Sam shook her head, bending over her stomach. "Ow." She took several deep breaths. "I'm fine, I'm--ahh!" The cry was louder this time, and Lucky jumped out of his chair.

"Sam--"

She lifted her head, her hazel eyes looking up into his, filled with fear and panic. "Lucky...oh my God, Lucky...I think I'm going into labor."