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Author's note: Okay, the title is clearly a gag, but since we always say "it's a soap, what do you expect?" when
the angst factor goes up and this is my answer to the "happy" fic request, you get the idea
"Leaving the scene of the crime?"
The words played out in Alexis' head, the tone of Sonny's voice the same in her memory as it had been on "that"
morning. Smiling, she sank back against her pillows and closed her eyes. She'd had no idea as she sat there, desperately
clinging to Sonny's black satin sheet, how much her life had truly changed following the night that led to "that"
morning. She and Sonny had slept together. Correction, they had made love. Anytime she said otherwise, Sonny reminded her
that the sleeping together part had followed the making love part, and that they had both earned the sleep.
God, but that man was wicked...and sexy and thoughtful and loving and smart and infuriating and...well, just everything.
Michael Corinthos, Jr. had long been the unacknowledged center of her universe. On that night, he had made certain Alexis
could never again deny him his rightful place, not in her life and not in her heart.
It all seemed to have gone so fast since then. He made her breakfast, they talked, she asked if he knew what came next,
and Sonny's answer, "does anyone," had proved prophetic. Neither one of them had a clue how to deal with what they'd
done, but it had become immediately clear that Sonny did not intend for it to be something they did only once.
The night of their "morning after," there he'd been at her door at 6:00. "Let me cook you dinner,"
he'd said, his dimples on full display. Yeah, 'cause she'd had any willpower to resist those deadly weapons. Dinner was
soon eaten, the dishes cleared, and before Alexis knew it, she was once again wrapped in the warmth of Sonny's embrace against
the cool satin of his sheets.
The peace of it had astounded Alexis. Knowing her luck in love and Sonny's tendency toward tragedy, she'd have expected
any number of stumbling blocks to appear in their path, namely Helena coming to town and trying to kill one of them or Carly
finding out about them and doing something brilliant like faking her death to get Sonny's sympathy or a mob war breaking out.
Really, if their romance had been on one of those soap operas that Kristina was addicted to, certainly one of those terrible
things would have befallen them, but instead they'd just slipped into a comfortable rhythm that wove day after day together.
They'd gone on like this for weeks and probably would have just kept on doing this new dance of theirs had Hurricane Carly
not stepped into the picture. They were having dinner at the Grille when the ex-Mrs. Corinthos walked in, stormed over to
them and began her usual assault on Alexis' character. Alexis was about to pick up her water glass and empty it in Carly's
face when Sonny stood up and grabbed Carly by the arms, turning her toward him.
"Listen to me, Carly. You and I are over. I hope you find someone to make you happy, I really do, but it isn't
going to be me. My heart doesn't belong to you anymore."
"Oh, and I suppose it belongs to her now?" Carly spit out, full of her usual venom.
"I'm in love with Alexis, Carly. That's all I know, and it's all I need to know. Now please, just let go."
Thankfully Carly was so flabbergasted by what she'd heard that she didn't notice Alexis' jaw, which was practically on
the table. He's in love with me, she thought. At first that was a question, then it was a statement of wonder, and soon,
as she watched Carly practically run from the room, Alexis realized that it was simply the truth she had dreamed of but feared
could never be. Sonny Corinthos was in love with her.
She was still pondering these thoughts when Sonny sat back down at their table and looked over at her with his dimples
amped up to full wattage. "Uh, so, I'm just curious, Alexis. Do you have anything you want to say to me?"
Of course she had, she'd had a million things she'd wanted to say to him, but Alexis found herself unable to speak. Her
heart was racing. How many months had she fought against her love for this man, and yet there he was declaring himself to
her, well, to someone in front of her, but it all equaled the same thing, and she couldn't even get out the words to tell
him what it meant to her.
"Alexis?" Sonny questioned, his face beginning to grow concerned. She saw that concern there, but she, master
talker, still could not find her voice. And so Alexis Davis, who never did anything on impulse, gave in to one and she walked
over and planted a kiss on Sonny that could leave no doubt what she meant for him to know.
After that, Alexis knew the two of them had almost become oblivious to everything else in the world. Though they still
had business to deal with and the parade of concerned friends who kept coming over to tell her she was throwing her life away
never ended, they really only saw or heard each other. Even Taggart's typical harassment hadn't been able to rattle them,
though it had led to the next big discovery in their life.
Jason had returned and gotten into some kind of scrape on the docks. Alexis and Sonny had gone down to the PCPD to bail
him out. But for reasons that only became clear to Alexis later on in the night, she had been particularly tired and irritable,
and when Taggart had started up about, "Sonny Corinthos, yada, yada, yada, mobster, Jason Morgan, yada, yada, yada, mob
enforcer, yada, yada, yada, evil, deserve to be put in jail," Alexis had snapped.
"Taggart, just button it up, do you hear me? How many years have I been coming down here saving my clients from
your trumped up, Swiss-cheese cases and when, when are you going to get a new song? I mean, I understand that I'm dealing
with someone of only mid-level intelligence, but truly, you are on my last nerve with the mobsters bad, me good speech."
The rant had come out in one of Alexis' typical breathless streams, and as it ended, she suddenly felt the room begin
to spin. She managed to level her eyes at Sonny before quietly saying, "oh, my," and then she had, much to her
embarrassment, passed out in the middle of the PCPD squad room.
Sonny reacted as if she'd been shot. He had gotten an ambulance and had her rushed to GH. Alexis could laugh about it
now, but at the time, it had been humiliating. She'd only gotten dizzy, for goodness sakes, but he'd acted like she was a
second away from death.
Two hours and two blood tests later, Alexis was laying on the gurney in the ER with Sonny pacing anxiously beside her
when Tony Jones walked into the room.
"So, doc, am I dying?" Alexis had asked with some extra tongue-in-cheek drama for Sonny's benefit. His rolled
eyes told her he was not amused, but as it turned out, Sonny was about to get the last laugh.
"Nope, not dying. What you have is totally curable. It just takes about nine months, or in your case, seven, to
run its course."
Alexis remembered feeling her brow furrow as she tried to figure out what Tony meant, but then she saw the smile on Tony's
face and the ear-to-ear grin on Sonny's, and the wheels in her head began to spin. After ten seconds of denial, the truth
exploded in Alexis' brain and she began to hyperventilate.
"He...you...he got me pregnant? You got me pregnant? Oh, my God. I can't be pregnant. I can't...I hate you.
Do you hear me? I hate you, Sonny Corinthos."
Her words had not fazed him, nothing could have at that point. Sonny simply walked over and wrapped his arms around her
and though she'd been terrified, the act of comfort had managed to stop Alexis' new ramble in its tracks.
"We're gonna be okay, Alexis. I promise, it's all going to be okay."
And it all was. Alexis opened her eyes as the door opened and Sonny walked in carrying the pink-wrapped bundle that now
held the key to both of their hearts.
"Someone's hungry, I think?"
"Well, I hate to break it to you, but you're going to have to find your own dinner."
"Ah, cute, counselor, very cute," Sonny said as he handed their one-day-old daughter over for dinnertime. Alexis
looked down at her perfect baby and marveled at how amazing life could be when you simply let it happen and stopped being
afraid.
"So, Addie, what do you think? Should we keep him?" Alexis asked her daughter as the baby took tight hold of
one of her fingers.
"Addie and I have already discussed it," Sonny chimed in, "and we've decided that yes, you should keep
me."
Alexis looked over at Sonny and his amazing smile and felt herself fill up with happiness all over again. Cautiously
she glanced toward the door of her room and stared at it for a second. Nope, no psychotic stepmothers or crazy ex-wives or
violent international criminals came bursting into the room. Smiling, Alexis turned her eyes back to Sonny and she leaned
in to give him a kiss that said yep, I think I'll keep you at that.
Yes, she thought, I'll take real life over soap opera drama any day.
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