Chapter 29

An hour had ticked by slowly. Sonny sat at Carly's bedside as contractions came every ten minutes. Her water hadn't broken, so that was a good thing, but her contractions didn't seem to be stopping.

Sonny held his wife's hand as she tried to relax. She couldn't relax. She was too worried about what was going to happen if her she had the twins early.

"You're doing great, sweetheart," Sonny whispered.

"I don't think I can hold on much longer. I feel like I'm going to burst," she said with exasperation. "These two really want out."

"I can tell already that they're going to be a handful."

"Sonny, I don't want them to die."

"They're not gonna die, Carly," Sonny promised.

"How can you say that when you don't know? God took our first son from us. Who's to say he won't take these two?"

"Baby, you can't think that way. You have to believe that these babies are going to be okay. They're strong like you are."

Carly sighed.

"I'm starting to think that maybe I'm not so strong."

"Carly, you're the strongest person I know. We're gonna get through this, alright?" Carly nodded and tears fell down her cheeks.

Dr. Meadows walked in to check Carly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Horrible," Carly replied.

"That's understandable," Dr. Meadows replied quietly. "We've been monitoring you for about an hour now. The contractions don't seem to be subsiding."

"What does that mean?" Sonny asked.

"It means that the medicine isn't working. We're going to give her some more of it and see what happens."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Let's just take this one step at a time," the doctor replied. "A nurse will be in shortly to administer some more medicine." The doctor left and Carly put her hand on her belly.

"Listen to me," she began, "you have got to be strong for mommy and daddy. We want you to stay in there and be healthy. We have a room all decorated for you at home. It's in greens, yellows, and purples. We want to bring you both home in a few months and show it to you. You've just got to hang in there, alright?"

Another contraction ripped through Carly and she cried out. She squeezed Sonny's hand with one hand and clutched her stomach with the other. Carly felt something rupture and she felt a liquid between her legs.

"No!" she cried out.

"What?" Sonny asked frantically, standing up.

"My water just broke," she cried. Sonny ran out into the hallway and grabbed Dr. Meadows. Dr. Meadows flagged down a nurse and told her to prepare the emergency delivery room.

Carly wasn't freaking out anymore. She was too shocked to react now. Dr. Meadows and another surgical obstetrician wheeled Carly down the hall. Sonny had to put on scrubs in order to be in the room. They had the Caesarian table all ready incase Carly needed it.

"Baby, it's gonna be okay."

"It's not right," she whispered. She closed her eyes and tears trickled down her cheeks. Dr. Meadows put Carly's legs in stirrups and she checked Carly.

"I can already see the first baby's head," the doctor said. The doctor gloved up and two nurses brought readied the warmers and the incubators. "Carly? Can you give me a small push?" Carly held Sonny's hand as she pushed one of her children. The head came out easily because it was so small.

"You're doing great, baby," Sonny whispered, kissing the side of Carly's head. Carly pushed again and she felt the child come out of her. She heard no cries and she watched the doctor hand a very pale, limp newborn to one of the nurses.

"It's a boy," Dr. Meadows announced. Carly began to cry.

"Why isn't he crying?" Sonny asked.

"Carly," the doctor replied, ignoring Sonny's questions for the time being, "the other baby is right here. I need you to give me a very big push so the baby's head can come out." Carly felt so dizzy as she pushed. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. The room began to spin. The last thing she heard before everything went black was the doctor saying her second son was born.


Jason had left the hospital because he felt that something was wrong. He told Bianca to call him as soon as they heard anything about Carly or the babies. He took the twins into the penthouse and sat the car seats on the coffee table. He made sure they were both sleeping before he walked upstairs to talk to Faith.

"Faith, I'm home," Jason said as he knocked on the door. There was no answer. "Faith, answer me." There was still no answer. Maybe she had gone out. Then he realized that the door wouldn't be locked if she had gone out. "Faith!" He banged on the door. That was when he knew that something was wrong. He ran his shoulder into the door, trying to break it down. When that didn't work, he took all of his strength and kicked the door open. The door flew back violently.

That was when he saw her. He saw Faith sitting on the floor with the sharp scissors to her wrist. She hadn't cut yet, but she looked like she was in a daze.

"Faith . . ." Faith seemed to recognize that Jason was there. A tear slid down her face. "Faith, you don't want to do this."

"You weren't there," she whispered. "You don't know what happened."

"I would know if you'd tell me," Jason replied. "Just put the scissors down. Please. Just put them down and we'll talk."

"I just want to end the hurting, Jason."

"What about Emily and Jason Jr.?" Jason asked. "What about me? We all love you."

"You won't look at me the same if I told you."

"Of course I would. Faith, I love you! I would never turn you away." Faith began to sob. She dropped the scissors and Jason ran over to kneel down beside her. He put his arms around Faith and she clung to him. He picked her up and put her on the bed. He covered her with a blanket.

"Faith, killing yourself isn't the way to escape. If you ever want to escape, just tell me and I'll take you wherever you want to go." Faith closed her eyes.

"You don't have to talk about it now," Jason whispered. "Just rest and know that our children and I love you very much." He kissed her forehead and picked the scissors up off of the floor. He left the room and went about the penthouse to find anything that Faith might use to hurt herself. He emptied the medicine cabinets of anything harmful, and he took out all of the poisonous cleaning materials and all of the knives. He didn't want her to try anything else. He wanted to get through to her and make her realize that he would never stop caring about her. He just didn't know what he was going to do to show her that.


Carly's eyes fluttered open and she squinted into the light as it flooded into her room. Her hand absent-mindedly traveled down to her belly where she found it much flatter. Carly sat up quickly and winced in pain. She saw Sonny sitting at her bedside with his head in his hands. His hair was a mess and he looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"How long have I been asleep?" Carly asked weakly. Sonny looked up at his wife.

"Just a few hours," Sonny replied hoarsely. Carly reached out to touch Sonny's cheek.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You passed out in the delivery room," Sonny whispered.

"Where are the boys?" Carly asked slowly.

"They were really little," Sonny began.

"Are they in the NICU?" she asked.

"No . . . Carly," Sonny began.

"Where are my sons?" Carly demanded. Sonny took a deep breath.

"God, I don't know how to tell you this, Carly," he began.

"Just tell me! Where are they?" Carly asked.

"Carly, our boys didn't make it," Sonny whispered. Carly's eyes filled with tears. Sonny's words affected her like a slap in the face. She shook her head.

"What?" she asked.

"There were complications. The boys . . . they didn't make it," he replied. Carly studied Sonny's face. His eyes were bloodshot from crying.

"No," she said. "They can't be dead. They're not!"

"Carly, they're gone," he replied.

"Don't lie to me!" she screamed!

"I'm not lying, Carly. Baby . . ."

"No!" Carly screamed. She began to push the call button when she heard Sonny's voice.


Carly woke from her nightmare to find herself lying in a hospital bed surrounded by vases of flowers. Sonny was sitting at her side. Morgan and Stone were on his lap.

"Sonny?" she asked, blinking in confusion. She looked around to see Michael and Cadence standing at the foot of her bed. Kristina and Megan were in a stroller off to the side. Her whole family was there with her.

"You're awake," he said with a smile. She studied him. His eyes were a bit watery, but they weren't bloodshot. His hair wasn't a mess, but he was shaking a little.

"I had a nightmare."

"Do you need a kiss, mommy?" Kristina asked. Carly smiled a little. She sat up slowly and looked around.

"I saw the babies," Michael said with a big grin. "They're really small!"

"They're really early," Sonny pointed out.

"Where are the boys?" Carly asked.

"They're in the NICU down the hall," Sonny replied. "God, I was so scared . . ."

"You guys have to have another girl!" Cadence started.

"We don't need anymore babies," Michael replied, folding his arms over his chest. A nurse came in with a wheel chair.

"Mrs. Corinthos? Would you like to go down the hall and see your sons?" Carly's eyes lit up.

"Yeah," she said with a smile. Sonny and the nurse helped Carly into the wheel chair and she slowly sat down. Bianca and Natalie walked into the room with Miranda.

"You're awake!" Bianca exclaimed. She leaned down to kiss Carly's cheek. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," Carly said a little hazily.

"Come on kids, let's let your mom and dad have some time with your brothers," Natalie said. Bianca held Miranda at her hip and guided Kristina and Megan's stroller down the hall. Natalie held Morgan and Stone at her hips and Michael and Cadence walked behind them. The nurse pushed Carly down the hall to the NICU. Sonny held Carly's hand as they walked down the hallway.

"Sonny, I had a nightmare that the boys died," Carly whispered. Sonny sighed.

"They're very lucky," Sonny pointed out. "You know, they're tiny. They both way two pounds. They're just the littlest things I've ever seen."

"I'm scared," she whispered. "I want them to be okay."

"They'll be okay, baby," Sonny replied. The nurse opened the door to the neonatal intensive care unit. She wheeled Carly in and left Sonny and Carly in the corner beside the two incubators. Carly looked into both of them and saw her newborn sons.

"Oh God," she whispered as she looked in on her sons. "They're so small."

"They're okay, Carly."

"Don't try to protect me, Sonny," Carly replied. "If they're sick, you have to tell me."

"The doctor said that they're okay right now. They're on breathing machines because their lungs aren't very strong right now. They're being given medicine to help them develop, and they're being kept warm."

"I wish I could hold them. I wish I could have held onto them longer."

"Maybe if I hadn't left you to go to California . . ."

"Baby, you had to go. You had to get Faith," Carly replied quietly.

"Your sons are doing very well for how early they are," Dr. Turner said as he walked into the NICU. Carly looked at the pediatrician and smiled a little.

"My boys mean a lot to me. You need to make sure they're okay."

"They're in great hands, I assure you."

"Listen, my wife and I have lost a son before. We can't lose these boys," Sonny said.

"The boys are fine right now. I'm not saying they're out of the woods yet, but they are in good shape. They're warm and safe in their incubators. The only things that they don't have . . . are names."

"I've already named them," Carly replied.

"You have?" Sonny asked.

"Yeah," Carly answered with a nod. "I . . . I wanted to name the first one Jack Brendan Corinthos and the second one Logan Alan Corinthos. What do you think, Sonny?"

"Jack and Logan?" Sonny asked. "I like it." Carly smiled.

"Thank you," she whispered. Sonny put his hands on Carly's shoulders and stood with her in the nursery while they waited for any more news on their brand new sons.