Standing on his balcony with a drink in his hand,
Sonny watched his adopted hometown from up high. The
dimness of the streetlights and porch lights gave the
stars a chance to sparkle and shine. He never saw the
stars in Bensonhurst. Another reason he loved this
town. For that and it was a safe place for his sons
to grow up. He made sure of that.
His children. He smiled. He had a daughter, his
first. The joy and pride he felt was unbelievable.
He had been on top of the world when he held Morgan
for the first time and when Michael called him dad,
but this- - There were no words. Out here alone in
his sanctuary, at the top of his kingdom, he could
admit that he had a baby with his soulmate.
Brenda was his soulmate. At one time, he would have
gouged his eyes before admitting that; but since
Brenda’s return from the dead he had come to some
hard-hitting realizations. Brenda was his other half,
she completed him. But he was realistic enough to
acknowledge sometimes your soulmate wasn’t the one you
could spend your life with or build a family with.
Gulping down the rest of his brandy in one swallow, he
let all of his emotions regarding Brenda flow freely.
He counted his blessings. Some people went their
whole lives never meeting or being with their
soulmate, but he had. And now he and Brenda had a
piece of each other in the little girl they’d created.
A beautiful, enchanting baby girl. His smile grew.
She was an everlasting reminder of their love, as
would her children and their children.
He should be angry that Brenda had kept Robbie from
him for so long, but how could he after what she went
through the last time she was here. Alcazar, Jax,
Jason, the murder trial, the sham marriage, him, and
on top of that raising Alcazar’s kid.
Shaking his head, he reached for the decanter on the
table and poured himself another drink. He wondered
where Glory had been hidden while Brenda was in town.
She must have been pretty well hidden for his men not
to have found her or any mention or trace of her. He
should get Jason on that in the morning. No, no, he
wouldn’t do that. Their relationship was starting
fresh and he would wait until she was ready to tell
him. Knowing Brenda, he should start reciting the
serenity prayer a few times a day to give him the
patience to wait. Waiting wasn’t something he was too
familiar or comfortable with.
Grinning, Sonny replayed the events at the park over
again in his mind after Brenda’s stunning revelation.
Holding his daughter in his arms, watching her as she
slept the afternoon away, inhaling all of her innocent
baby smells with a delightful female twist, that was a
new one for him. Being the first person she saw when
she opened her gorgeous brown eyes, so much like her
His heart burst with excitement when she woke in
strange arms, but showed no fear. Instead, Robbie
rubbed her eyes and dazzled him with a bright smile.
If there was any doubt that his heart was stolen, all
was clear the moment she said, “Hi.” With tears in
his eyes, he returned her heartfelt greeting. Seeing a
tear crawl down his cheek, she wiped it away, patted
and kissed his cheek, then laid her head on his chest
as if were the most natural thing in the world. She
sat contently on his lap as they watched the kids play
on the slide. Brenda and Gabriel stayed off to the
side chatting. He appreciated the private time Brenda
gave him and Robbie. He could have held her for the
rest of his days, but all too quickly it was dusk and
time to go home.
Brenda had to use a bit of force to take his baby girl
from his arms. He hadn’t wanted to let his angel go.
With a sweet, soft kiss and a tender goodbye, he
relinquished his daughter.
At dinner tonight, he had missed her presence at the
table. Robbie should have been with him and her
brothers. Chuckling, yeah, that would’ve gone over
well with Carly. She almost died when he thought
Alexis’ baby was his, and they had been separated at
the time of his fling with Alexis. But that hadn’t
mattered to Carly, he was hers and hers alone. Only
she, Caroline Benson Corinthos, was the mother of his
children. Well, not any longer.
He had hoped and prayed that Alexis’ baby was his and
not Ned’s, but it wasn’t meant to be. Even when the
baby had died soon after Brenda left town, part of his
heart broke at the news. Not just because Kristina
had been an infant, but also because she could have
been his daughter. He mourned privately. He knew
Carly wouldn’t have understood.
Carly, Carly, Carly. How was he going to tell her
about Robbie? To be honest, the question was not how
or even when, it was how was he going to deal with
Carly’s irrational fall-out? Was he willing to leave
Carly, break his marital vows, and tear apart his
sons’ family, if she was unable to accept Robbie as
his daughter? And not just accept her, but treat her
kindly, fairly. He wasn’t asking for the impossible,
for Carly to love Robbie like she loved the boys, but
she couldn’t show blatant favoritism towards the boys.
He wasn’t sure if he thought Carly was capable of
that. Carly held grudges, even when she knew all the
facts and the other person wasn’t at fault.
If it came down to his little sister’s namesake and
Carly and the boys, whom would he choose? Swallowing
the last of his drink and placing the glass on the
table, he decided not think about it. In his heart,
he knew the choice would have to be made, and his
heart and mind were conflicted on which side they
should fall. Stepping inside the house, he slammed
the glass door shut just as effectively as he shut
down his wayward thoughts.