Strolling into the park and relieving Leticia of her
duties, Sonny enjoyed the warm sun beaming down on
him. He watched Michael play on the jungle gym with a
blonde girl and a strawberry blonde. His eyes quickly
moved over to Morgan who was half-playing in the sand
with a little girl about his age and half-watching an
enthusiastic brunette mom making designs in the sand.
He closed his eyes and exhaled. This was the life.
His businesses were going well. Neither Mike nor
Carly was driving him crazy. And now he was spending
a lazy afternoon in the park with his sons, who were
healthy and happy. He had come along way from the man
who first came to town looking to gain more power and
in his subconscious, to find a woman to share his life
with. Well, he had gained the power and created a
family, even if it wasn’t with the woman he thought it
would be with--
A cry interrupted his musing. He instantly zeroed in
on the noise and saw the brunette holding and rocking
Morgan. He ran over to the sandbox and arrived at the
same moment Michael did.
“It’s okay, you just scared yourself,” the woman
crooned to Morgan as she rubbed his back. Two things
hit Sonny instantly. One, Morgan was giving his fake
cry which meant he was perfectly fine, just milking
the holding, crooning, and rubs for all their worth.
And secondly, he knew that voice and to be honest he
had felt a strange vibe- -
“Aunt Brenda,” Michael exclaimed, taking the words
right out of Sonny’s mouth.
“Hi, Michael,” she greeted.
“What happened to Morgan?” he asked.
Sonny remained silent. He couldn’t believe how
natural and comfortable she looked holding his son.
“Oh nothing, he just stood too quickly and fell on his
bottom, scaring himself. Right, Morgan?” she said,
trying hard to contain the shock that she was holding
and had been playing with Sonny and Carly’s son. The
eyes, the eyes. She knew they looked familiar, as was
the tingling in the back of her neck that had alerted
her to Sonny’s presence.
“Do you want me to take him, Brenda?” Sonny asked.
Startled, she jumped and spun around to find Sonny
standing behind her. She looked into his eyes. How
could she have not recognized the eyes that had
haunted her dreams for so many years?
“No, he’s fine,” she said about the toddler who was
happily playing with a loose strand of hair from her
ponytail. Patting Morgan on the butt, she sat him in
the sandbox to continue playing.
Brenda stepped out of the box and stood next to Sonny,
as Michael seeing his brother was okay ran back to the
“You know he was faking it?” Sonny inquired.
“No, not at first, but I quickly caught on.” She
smiled. “How are you?”
“I’m fine. And yourself?”
He smiled at her response.
“I’m alive, healthy. It’s a beautiful day and I’m
home,” she grinned.
“Feels good to be back?” he questioned.
“It feels great!”
“Great is the word of the day, is it?”
Brenda nodded and giggled.
“You’re in a peculiar mood,” he commented.
She shook her head.
“Nope. You’re just meeting the new and therapy
approved, no crazed arms dealer chasing after, nor
dying from a dreadful disease Brenda.”
Sonny took a moment to study Brenda, to really study
her. She wasn’t the same weary, frightened, yet
excited woman whom he glimpsed for a few seconds on
the stairs of St. Timothy’s. Nor was she the worn,
tired, and disillusioned woman, he left in the bed
sleeping at the safe house. There was a light in her
eyes that he hadn’t seen since he, Stone, Robin, and
she were all together in love and a family. Although
this light seemed to have an extra indescribable zeal
to it. It was a look he recognized, but for the life
of him he couldn’t figure out from where. The answer
was just beyond his reach.
He shook his head. Maybe the answer would come later.
Quietly, he followed Brenda to the bench. They sat
in peaceful silence and watched the kids play.
“So what brought you to the park this fine day?”
“I came- -“
“Brennie, I’m thirsty,” an accented voice said,
interrupting Brenda’s response.
“Nola, was I talking?” Brenda asked the blonde Sonny
had seen playing with Michael.
“Yes,” she said softly.
“Then what do you say?”
Brenda nodded. “Okay, let’s do this again.”
“Excuse me, Brennie.”
Brenda looked at her watch. “It’s snack time. Round
up the troops, Nola.”
Nola ran off to gather the kids.
“What’s so funny?” Brenda asked, as she spread out a
blanket on the grass.
“You. You were trying to teach her manners, yet you
forgot to introduce me,” Sonny replied.
“I’m sorry. I forgot you were there,” she laughed.
Laughter erupted from Sonny. If there was one thing
that always remained true about their convoluted,
tortured, angst-ridden relationship was that neither
could ever ignore nor forget the other. At times it
was a blessing and other times a curse. And
sometimes, it was bit of both.
Holding Morgan’s hand, Michael plopped down on the
blanket next to his dad.
“Brennie, we invited our friend, Michael, to have
snacks with us,” Nola announced helping Glory to sit
“That was very nice of you,” Brenda commented. “Sonny
and Morgan, I would like you to meet Nola,” Brenda
gestured to the cute blonde. “Katie,” she said
gesturing to the strawberry blonde he had seen
earlier. “Glory,” she said, pointing to the adorable
brown-haired toddler sitting next to Katie. “And this
is Robbie,” she finished as Robbie crawled into her
“Mama,” Robbie said, patting Brenda’s cheek.
Brenda kissed her youngest daughter on the forehead.
“This is Mr. Corinthos, Michael and Morgan’s father.”
“Hi,” Sonny said, trying desperately to figure out who
the other three girls were to Brenda.
“Hello,” they replied tentatively and in unison.
As Brenda handed out snacks and drinks from her bag of
goodies, Sonny studied Robbie. He smiled at his
little sister’s namesake, who rested her head
contently on her mother’s shoulder. She smiled
happily as she stared off past Sonny at some unseen
He looked from her to Morgan, who was messily munching
on an animal cracker, back to her. The nose and the
shape of her face were definitely Brenda’s, but the
mouth and forehead weren’t. Were they Candyboy’s?
With practiced ease, he grabbed a napkin and wiped
Morgan’s hands and mouth and then went back to his
She didn’t look like Jax and God forgive him, but he
looked to see if she favored the Q’s. He didn’t want
to think that his best friend and the woman he- - he
had once loved would have slept together, but look at
him and Carly. Brought together by one night of
passion and a pregnancy. But he really hoped that
wasn’t the case because he wouldn’t be nearly as
forgiving as Jason was of him. He would hate to kill
his best friend, brother, and most trusted employee
“Sonny, do you want your son’s left over cookies?”
Brenda asked, holding the box out to him.
He nodded and said a quick thanks.
Continuing to clean up the children’s mess, Brenda
watched the kids with one eye and Sonny with the
other. He was acting strange or maybe life with Carly
had made him silent cause of her incessant mindless
chatter and interference.
Sonny gathered his thoughts and decided it was better
to know than not. “Brenda, who are these girls to
you?” he questioned, abruptly penetrating the silence.
Ah, she thought, he had been trying to figure out the
family dynamics. Brenda let out a deep sigh. She
could do this. “Nola and Katie are my baby sisters.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“What? Your reports on Robin and me left Nola and
Katie out?” she asked, half-serious, half-joking.
He shook his head. “I don’t have one. We’re friends
and friends trust each other so I thought I would ask
you instead,” he answered.
Brenda nodded. This new, trusting and mature Sonny
would take some getting used to.
“I’ve changed, too,” he said, as if reading her mind.
“I was adopted by Anna Devane and Tad Martin.” She
knew he knew who Anna was, but Tad probably not. “Tad
is Anna’s husband,” she added.
A glimpse of surprise showed on his face, but Sonny
quickly masked it.
“Which makes those two,” she said, tilting her head to
the swings where the girls and Michael were playing,
”my new little sisters.”
“And the other two?” he inquired.
“My daughters,” she said simply.
Sonny looked from the preschool-looking brunette
pushing cars with Morgan to the sleeping toddler
situated between him and Brenda. He calculated ages
and looked at Glory. Brenda had to have had her
before she came to Port Charles, making Glory,
The anger that coursed through his body was fierce and
instantaneous. He pinched the bridge of his nose and
counted backwards, slowly, from ten. Turning, he
focused his truth seeking gaze on Brenda and asked
with amazing calmness, “And their father?”
The question was still a blow to her even though he
knew it was coming. She had been preparing for it,
“Glory’s father is not a subject I want to discuss and
Robbie’s father- -“
“Gabey! Gabey!” Glory shouted at the top of her lungs
and ran towards Gabriel.
Brenda saw Max quickly approaching and reaching for
his weapon. “It’s cool, Max. He’s family,” she
assured the bodyguard.
Max looked to Sonny for directions and after a shake
of his boss’ head, he returned to his spot.
Picking up Robbie, Brenda stood up.
“Wait until you meet the whole
Martin-Devane-Scorpio-Chandler-Barrett family en
masse,” she laughed.
“And he is?” Sonny asked, nodding towards Gabriel.
Smoothing her daughter’s hair, she answered,
“Technically he’s our uncle, but to limit the confused
stares I just say he’s my brother.”
Sonny looked from Gabriel to Brenda and gave her a
“I know,” she chuckled.
She walked towards her brother and the kids who had
him down on the grass tickling him. Brenda paused for
a moment and then walked back to Sonny. She kissed
Robbie’s cheek and held her out to him.
Sonny gladly accepted the bundle of joy.
“And yes, Sonny, Robin-Lois Scorpio Barrett is your
Leaving him speechless, Brenda went to rescue Gabriel.