~About two months later~

He walked out of the master bedroom, where he had been putting away laundry—who would've though, Jason Morgan putting clothes away for his wife because she was busy with their daughters? Well, that was his life, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He passed by the nursery's door, pearing in quickly to see Sam standing back upright after laying one of the twins in the crib. She had been hogging the girls since she found herself able to walk around and hold them on her own, and lift them up out of the crib. He didn't care, though. He remembered how hard it had been on her during the earliest stages of her recovery to not be able to do anything on her own. He had simply been thankful that he no longer had to respond to Sonny's every wish, since his ex-boss was in prison, and that he had been available to help her whenever, however she needed him. That didn't compare, though, to watching her take care of the girls all on her own, to seeing the look on her face as she scooped either Emily or Danielle into her arms and saw those wide, baby blue eyes looking back at her. It melted his heart every single time.

Really, the only thing that compared was watching her breastfeed, usually as he sat nearby. It was the most beautiful thing to him, seeing her bonding with their daughters in a way only she ever would. He hadn't been surprised when she asked the nurse if she could breastfeed, despite having twins and despite their first few feedings being formula since she was unconscious. The smile on her face when the nurse helped her feed their daughter, Emily at the time, for the first time had been priceless. Since, she had learnt to feed both girls at the same time, and that was even better to watch. His three girls, so beautiful, all happy, peaceful, all being their so absolutely perfect selves.

He smiled as he walked through the hallway, stopping at the nursery's door. He wasn't surprised by what he found inside the room. He knew Sam had been putting the girls down for their nap, after their two o'clock in the afternoon feeding. He also knew Sam loved to watch them sleep, and she often stood next to the crib the girls shared, looking down at them with a smile on her face. It melted his heart every time he caught her, because he knew for how long she had wanted that, to be a mother, and to finally have it made her so happy. And seeing her happy made him happy—not that fatherhood didn't already have him smiling all the time.

Every now and then, when he looked down at Emily and saw her big blue eyes, he was reminded of his own son. He often found himself regretting that he had missed out on so much of Jake's life, but like Sam had said about her own daughter—the stillborn baby girl whose face mirrored that of her two younger sisters—he often saw in his girls the children they had loved and lost. And seeing the eyes so similar to Jake's as he cradled his namesake in his arms made it a little easier, because he often felt like Jake knew, since he had passed, and was looking down on their little family just as he was sure Lila was looking down on her mother as she finally got the family he wished their late children could be a part of. And he knew she felt the same, even though she had never seen Lila's beautiful face, the girls looked just like she had—except for the fact that their hair was straight and blond while Lila's had been curly and black. In them, he saw two lives given to them, two miracles who could've died, but were given life. And sometimes he wondered if maybe their siblings gone too soon had anything to do with their miraculous survival.

He pushed those thoughts back, though, as he watched Sam from the hall, peering through the doorway. It was moments like that that made him glad his job no longer put those he loved in jeopardy. Truth be told, he was glad he had no job, for the time being. After Sonny got whisked off to Pentonville for assault and attempted murder he sold all the land to the Zaccharas and pretty much told everyone in the mob he was out of the business and was never to go back. The Corinthos-Morgan Organization existed no longer, and he didn't care the slightest. Sam was still not working, still recovering from the emergency c-section and the placental abruption. Not to mention how much she was enjoying staying home with the girls, being there whenever they needed her and giving them whatever they needed. And though the rush of living such a dangerous life had once been everything he needed, he found himself needing his girls and wife even more than he had ever needed anything in his life. He found that, surprisingly, the being a father was all the rush he could ever need in his life.

A smile coming across his lips—something Sam had pointed out happened all the time since they had returned home with their daughters, contrarily to before when him smiling was a rare occasion—he found himself gravitating towards his wife. Soon enough he was standing behind her, his arms wrapping carefully around her middle, his head resting on her shoulder. He felt her cheek press a little more against his cheek as her smile grew and her hands moved to joined his, intertwining their fingers. He moved his head slightly to press a soft kiss to her cheek, lingering there for a while before pulling away and resting his head back on her shoulder. He shifted his gaze slightly and looked down into the crib, his heart melting all over again at what he saw there. He would never tire of seeing his daughters.

In the crib lay two sleeping little girls, their little chests rising and falling with their steady breathing. Both were dressed in a purple onesie, identical to the other's—a dark plum purple with swirls of yellow and pink on it. Their blond hair had grown out a little since their birth, but was still so light and fine that they looked bald unless you looked closely. He loved it, though. Their eyes were closed, eyelids fluttering as if they were dreaming and he found himself wondering for how long they had been sleeping. In Danielle's mouth were three of her fingers, her mouth half open with her hand sitting limp in it. Emily was sucking her thumb, tiny lips pursed around it as her cheeks rose and fell as she did so. Their free hands were limp between them, almost touching.

"They are so beautiful" he whispered softly, breathing against her cheek. Still smiling, he straightened himself up and moved to rest his chin on the top of her head, but not before pressing a kiss to her brown hair, which was tied in a low, loose ponytail in order to keep it out of the girls' reach. "They get that from you, you know" he told her, still whispering.

"They have your hair, and eyes" she argued, like she always did. She seemed to hate the idea that their girls were beautiful simply because their mother was. Well, she at least didn't want to believe it. He could tell she didn't hate it by the smile that came across her face whenever he said it. One day, he decided, he'd get her to believe him.

"And they have your everything else, Sam" he told her. It was the truth, too. The girls had her perfect little button nose and their lips were like miniature versions of Sam's and though it was hard to tell due to their chubby baby cheeks, he was pretty sure they would end up with her face shape as well. "They get their beauty from you" he added softly after a few seconds, still looking down at the sleeping babies in their crib.

"Thanks" was all she said, a hint of disbelief still tainting her tone. She turned in his arms a few seconds later, smiling at him happily. "They still get their eyes from you, though. I wouldn't change it, though. I love their eyes" she told him softly, gazing up into the eyes that were mirror images of their daughters'. He nodded in agreement, leaning down to kiss her head softly before meeting her lips. As they pulled apart, she smiled up at him.

"Why don't we try and get some rest? You must be tired" he suggested. She simply nodded as a response. He reach down to take her hand in his and led her out of the nursery. Right before he switched off the lights, they both looked back towards the crib. One of the girls, most likely Danielle, was gurgling in her sleep. He saw her smile quickly before looking back at him and nodding again. He switched off the lights in the room and closed the door halfway before leading Sam into the master bedroom.

Neither bothered to change, knowing the girls would only be out for at most a couple hours, most likely not even that. She pulled back the comforter and sheets and laid down, watching her smile as she moved to lay next to him, head resting against his chest. Sam had always loved to cuddle, he remembered, and even when she was getting to the end of her pregnancy she couldn't sleep if they weren't cuddling, she had once told him. She had told him it was because he kept the nightmares about a repeat of the day she lost Lila at bay. He happily accepted her in his arms, pressing another kiss to her head as he did so. Their hands joined over his abdomen, and he smiled as he felt the metal of her wedding ring against his fingers.

As he ran his fingers over her back, knowingly lulling her to sleep, he couldn't help but marvel in how much everything had changed for them in the past few years, the last one especially. A few years earlier, they could barely have a civil conversation, but they found their way back to each other. They fell back in love, falling into a relationship so much better than the one they had together years earlier. The understanding between them was better, they could work apart almost as well as they worked together. And then they got engaged, and she moved in and she told him she was pregnant. And they got married and the girls were born happy and healthy despite the situation being against them at the time. And then they went home and took care of them, the struggle of Sam's recovery only putting a small damper on their happiness. And then there he lay, his wife in his arms sleeping peacefully, his daughters down the hall doing the same. Everything had changed in the past few years, and he would never go back if ever given the choice. That his life, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

He let those thoughts lull him to sleep as well.

And that's a wrap. Thank you to everyone who followed this story.