A/N: There was no Carlos/Sabrina hookup in this story. I can't believe the stupid GH writers even went there. That's not Sabrina! Anyway, Carlos remains most sincerely dead in this story and will stay that way. So sorry it took so long to update. I had been a little unsure as how to continue. But I hope you like this chapter.


Chapter 3

Michael helps her off of the floor and leads her back into the bedroom where she sinks down onto the downy pillow behind her.

Michael is pacing. "Let me get you a cool compress. You look flushed. Maybe –"

"Michael?" Sabrina says, not sure she's understanding his reaction. She knows he's a nurturer by nature but he's starting to fuss over her rather than acknowledging the pink spotted elephant in the room. She had pictured this going a different way…

"Some aspirin? I'll get you some aspirin," he says, starting for the door. He pauses in his tracks. "Wait, can you even take aspirin in your condition?" His face is the one flushed now. But at least now he's acknowledging she has a condition.

"Michael-"

"Maybe I can-"

"Michael!" She shouts to get his attention. She pulls herself up to a sitting position, not sure whether to laugh or to cry over his carrying on. She is veering towards the latter. These hormones really are messing with her. She can't tell if Michael is upset about this or not.

"Sorry," Michael says, immediately moving for her and sliding in beside her on the bed. He reaches for her hands, squeezing them tightly in his much larger ones. "I kind of went crazy there for a minute, didn't I?"

"Yeah, kind of," she admits. She squeezes his hands back. "This must all be so overwhelming though; especially with all that is going on with your father and brother."

"It is," Michael admits. "And true, I wasn't expecting it but… I'm happy. I mean, I panicked at first – a thousand thoughts and feelings just jumbled up inside of me all at once – but … I'm happy," he repeats.

Sabrina feels her eyes water. "Really?"

"Really…And you … How are you feeling about all of this?" He thoughtfully studies her expression. "You're overwhelmed too, I bet."

"No … Just having a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that I'm pregnant again."

"Again," Michael mouths. "Gabriel… Oh, Sabrina, I-"

"We don't have to talk about it," Sabrina says, drawing her knees up to her chest, her chin finding its way onto her folded arms. She's not sure she can talk about it – about the baby she lost so tragically, so unexpectedly, so… instantly. It was like she blinked and he was gone. Just gone. Forever. And she'd only got to hold her precious child once…

"We can talk about what happened, whenever you're ready," Michael said. She didn't realize she was crying until he reached out and thumbed her cheek, the pad of his finger coming away glistening with her salty tears.

She ducked her head. "I'm so sorry. This is not the way this should be going."

Michael smiled gently. "Well there isn't a rule book for this kind of thing is there? If so, I certainly haven't read it."

Sabrina's lips tug upwards into a smile. He can make her laugh even when things are difficult; he really can. She has never enjoyed a relationship quite like this one and she doesn't want it to end. She hopes it won't end, but babies complicate everything. Maybe in a week or a month, this won't feel like such a novelty to Michael. Maybe he'll feel obligated to her instead. And she'd hate that because she's quickly falling in love with this man, something she had never expected or planned on when she agreed to play nanny to that sweet little girl Avery. That baby, she is so precious, and Sabrina honestly misses having her around. She loved seeing Avery; she loved seeing Avery with Michael… He is going to make such an amazing father.

"There's no rule book," Sabrina answers. "At least, not that I've found either. But it would be nice if there was one. It might tell me what to do, where to go from here."

Michael studies her with a gentle expression on his handsome face. "I hope you will let us figure out what happens together. I also hope you won't go anywhere. I love having you here with me, Sabrina. I just love you, period."

"Michael …" She feels the tears coming again. She leans forward and places her hands on either of his cheeks. "I love you too, so much… And I would kiss you right now but I did just throw up."

They both chuckle over that. Sabrina traces the contoured curve of his strong cheekbone. "You're a wonderful man."

"You're pretty amazing yourself," Michael replies. He smiles. "I still can't believe we're having a baby together! I just want to scream about it from the rooftops."

Sabrina chuckles. "That might not be the best way to tell your family."

"Come on. They'll be thrilled."

"You think so? I mean, there's so much going on with them-"

"And this is the hope we all need to keep going." He reaches out and places his hand on her still-taut stomach. "My son or daughter is in there." His voice is hushed and full of awe.

"Yes they are," Sabrina says.

"Dammit," Michael smiles. "I can't keep this inside. I have to tell someone."

"Well… Alice kind of already knows."

"What? How?"

"I think she found the pregnancy test. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Besides, there are about a hundred other people to tell our good news to."

Sabrina nods slowly. "There is."

"Unless you want to keep it quiet for now…"

She sort of does. If something were to happen to the baby – God forbid - while she's pregnant –and there's always that possibility – they would have gotten everyone's hopes up for nothing to come from it. But seeing Michael's hopeful smile, she also knows she can't deny him this. Maybe she doesn't even want to, ultimately. This baby could give everyone a reason to keep moving forward. Hell, they are already doing that for her.

She shakes her head. "No, it's fine. Tell anyone you want."

"We should tell them together."

"Okay."

"Thank you." He leans over and kisses her cheek. "Thank you for this… this amazing gift."

"Is that how you see this?"

"Yes. What about you?"

"Yes," Sabrina says. "Although there is a part of me that's terrified. I know that sounds dumb but-"

"Not at all. Not after what you've been through. Not after everything you've lost."

"You understand."

"I think I do. I have lost a lot of people that I loved too. Right now, I am worried about Sonny not pulling through the surgery he's having this afternoon… It's not the same but-"

"It is the same. You are worried for your dad, just like I was worried the whole time Gabriel was in that incubator. While Gabriel didn't –" she hesitated a moment before speaking again –"while he didn't make it, Sonny … He's strong. You have to believe he'll pull through this."

"I do believe that. I have to. The alternative … it really sucks. I spent so long hating him and yet I can't imagine my life without him."

"No one should have to live without someone they love."

Michael nodded. "You're right. And that includes you, Sabrina. I can't imagine my life without you – what it would be like if you never came into it. I don't want to… I need to ask you something. I know the timing is all wrong but-"

She knows what he's going to ask her but she can't hear it right now. Not when he's got the world on his shoulders and she's still processing everything. She presses two fingers to his soft lips. "Don't," she whispers. "Not right now. Too much is going on and you need to focus on those things first."

"Sabrina, I know what I want."

"Please," she says.

"Well I want to do something for you," Michael says, looking sad. "What can I do?"

She grabs for his arms and cinches them around her tiny waist. "You can just hold me," she says.

"I think I can do that."

Michael smiles as he eases them both down onto the mattress. He murmurs into her hair and soon falls asleep – exhausted in every way a person can be. She listens to his soft snores with her hand firmly looped around his waist.

Well I hope this update turned out mildly okay. More is coming soon!