Post by Mimi on Aug 31, 2006 21:11:11 GMT -5
My story takes place in 1993, after Belle’s birth; however, in my version, Sami is unaware of her mother’s affair. There is no one to question Belle’s paternity except for John and Marlena. Events will not mirror the storyline of the show exactly. This is the story of what should have been, at least in my head. I’ve always saw that there was a lot of potential in 93’ for John and Marlena. In this story Marlena is at war with her own heart, which leads to drama, angst, and of course LOVE JM style. I hope you enjoy!
The Closer I Get To You:
1.1 Daddy
“You’re so precious,” Marlena whispered, looping her slender fingers together beneath the pink swaddle of blankets covering the baby. She pressed her lips to her face, gently sweeping her delicate skin with kisses. “I love you so much sweetie.”
Isabella Brady, the newest edition to Roman and Marlena’s family, lay content in her mother’s arms. She was small, her skin pink. The pale, lifeless color had disappeared from her cheeks. Her life-threatening situation at the Horton cabin where she stopped breathing was not apparent in her genial, serene demeanor. After they were rushed to University Hospital, Marlena and the baby had been thoroughly checked by Dr. Benson. Both mother and baby were given a clean bill of health. They were alone again. Roman and the girls had visited, given Isabella their stamp of Brady approval, and went home with promises to visit tomorrow. She was exhausted but completely captivated with Isabella. Their bond was intense and overwhelming. Marlena needed to have her close; she was afraid to let Isabella out of her sight.
“You gave Mama a scare baby girl. You must never do that again.” Flashes of John hovering over Isabella, breathing life into her tiny body, sent shivers up Marlena’s spine. She nestled her baby closer.
Isabella’s eyes fluttered open with her mother’s touch; she looked around with an unnerving omnipotence, lucid, and iridescent, as she settled on Marlena’s face. Indigo-blue eyes searched her face. Those eyes—familiar eyes—startled Marlena. She had stared into this face, into these eyes before... on the plane, in his arms; on the Titan conference room table; in the hot springs; in her dreams. John.
“Oh man,” Marlena said, shaking the thought away. “I have to control myself. Your daddy is Roman. Roman... I’m certain of that.” She told Isabella.
“Are you?”
Marlena looked to see John standing in the doorway. The black leather of his coat matched his dark hair perfectly. Determination set in his face, and those eyes settling possessively on the baby and Marlena. He seemed distracted.
Marlena snuggled Isabella closer to her body. “Uh, John. What are you doing here?” Her body involuntarily reacted to being so close to John. His presence alone caused Marlena uncontrollable quivering.
“I was worried,” he said stepping into the dimly lit room. “This little one is precious to me. How is she doing?”
Marlena gently shook her head, dissuading him. “John.”
“Doc, I feel this incredible connection to her,” He said closing the distance between them. He sat on the edge of the bed, wringing his hands together. “We’ve already been through so much together.” He said smiling proudly, as he watched Isabella. Her eyes followed John’s voice, searching the room for him. “She’s beautiful Doc.”
Marlena agreed silently, feeling overwhelmed by the close proximity between John and herself. Her tongue felt heavy in her throat. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest.
“Are you okay?”
“No,” she said sadly. “You promised you wouldn’t do this to me anymore.”
“Doc, I’m not trying to hurt you. I swear. It’s this feeling... I can’t shake it honey. I felt it while you were pregnant. I felt it in the Horton cabin. I love you. You know that.”
“John, you can’t love me.”
“Don’t tell me that. I’ll always love you.”
“John please... I want you to leave. I don’t want Roman to find us together.” She pleaded.
He touched Marlena’s shoulder, causing her to gasp and pull away. He lowered his head in frustration. Her reaction, the denial and rejection stung John. She had been rejecting him for months. “This isn’t about us,” John said, his anger rising. “This is about this little girl. Doc, I think we both know the truth. This is our little girl.”
“No, she’s Roman’s baby.” Marlena said quietly. “She’s Roman’s.”
“Look at her,” he said reaching for Isabella; Marlena held her securely away from his grasp.
She averted her eyes, looking past John. He was wrong. Isabella was Roman’s child. God could never be so cruel.
“Talk to me Doc.”
“No.” She said, lifting the baby to her chest. “I’m not going to have this discussion anymore.”
“You’re afraid of the truth... you can deny yourself to me but Doc my baby is a whole different matter all together. I want a paternity test.”
Marlena lifted her eyes to John’s face. She tried to move slowly from the bed, with Isabella sleeping lightly on her shoulder.
“Doc, where are you going?” He said, grabbing her arm. “Come on, sit down.”
“I’m not going to stay here and listen to you... my baby doesn’t belong to you. I don’t belong to you. Don’t you understand that? I love Roman. I have a whole other life with someone else.” She pulled her legs over the side of the bed, preparing for an impossible exit. Her body ached with every move. She was still tender having given birth hours before. “John, I can’t do this anymore. You’re breaking my heart.” Her voice faltered with each word. “I’m sorry that I did this too you... that I gave my heart to you and then took it back. I’m sorry about that. I wish I could take that back. If I could find a solution to resolve these issues between us I would. But I can’t. It’s too complicated.” She said through tears.
“Doc, don’t cry. Please baby.”
“John, you’ll always hold a special place in our lives... you saved Isabella’s life,” Marlena assured him. “She’ll always love you.”
“I’m her father.” John said adamantly. He gently took the baby from Marlena’s trembling arms, raising her above his chest. “I don’t need any test to see that. When we made love on the plane, I was dying for something to hold on to. You unselfishly gave me you. We made this little girl on that plane Marlena. Look at her... I’m her daddy. God says so.”
Marlena looked at Isabella, sated in her father’s arms. A half-smile creasing her mouth; her little fist balled up at her sides. She would be a tow-headed girl with her daddy’s intense eyes, and her mother’s beauty. The picture was so clear in that moment, Marlena acknowledged the truth in her heart finally.
“Doc?”
“What are we going to do?” Marlena questioned childishly, her hazel eyes still glistening with tears.
“Love her.” John said simply, pulling Isabella back to his chest. He kissed the top of her head.
“I already love her.” Marlena assured him. “I’ve always loved her... I’ve always loved her daddy too.”
The Closer I Get To You:
1.1 Daddy
“You’re so precious,” Marlena whispered, looping her slender fingers together beneath the pink swaddle of blankets covering the baby. She pressed her lips to her face, gently sweeping her delicate skin with kisses. “I love you so much sweetie.”
Isabella Brady, the newest edition to Roman and Marlena’s family, lay content in her mother’s arms. She was small, her skin pink. The pale, lifeless color had disappeared from her cheeks. Her life-threatening situation at the Horton cabin where she stopped breathing was not apparent in her genial, serene demeanor. After they were rushed to University Hospital, Marlena and the baby had been thoroughly checked by Dr. Benson. Both mother and baby were given a clean bill of health. They were alone again. Roman and the girls had visited, given Isabella their stamp of Brady approval, and went home with promises to visit tomorrow. She was exhausted but completely captivated with Isabella. Their bond was intense and overwhelming. Marlena needed to have her close; she was afraid to let Isabella out of her sight.
“You gave Mama a scare baby girl. You must never do that again.” Flashes of John hovering over Isabella, breathing life into her tiny body, sent shivers up Marlena’s spine. She nestled her baby closer.
Isabella’s eyes fluttered open with her mother’s touch; she looked around with an unnerving omnipotence, lucid, and iridescent, as she settled on Marlena’s face. Indigo-blue eyes searched her face. Those eyes—familiar eyes—startled Marlena. She had stared into this face, into these eyes before... on the plane, in his arms; on the Titan conference room table; in the hot springs; in her dreams. John.
“Oh man,” Marlena said, shaking the thought away. “I have to control myself. Your daddy is Roman. Roman... I’m certain of that.” She told Isabella.
“Are you?”
Marlena looked to see John standing in the doorway. The black leather of his coat matched his dark hair perfectly. Determination set in his face, and those eyes settling possessively on the baby and Marlena. He seemed distracted.
Marlena snuggled Isabella closer to her body. “Uh, John. What are you doing here?” Her body involuntarily reacted to being so close to John. His presence alone caused Marlena uncontrollable quivering.
“I was worried,” he said stepping into the dimly lit room. “This little one is precious to me. How is she doing?”
Marlena gently shook her head, dissuading him. “John.”
“Doc, I feel this incredible connection to her,” He said closing the distance between them. He sat on the edge of the bed, wringing his hands together. “We’ve already been through so much together.” He said smiling proudly, as he watched Isabella. Her eyes followed John’s voice, searching the room for him. “She’s beautiful Doc.”
Marlena agreed silently, feeling overwhelmed by the close proximity between John and herself. Her tongue felt heavy in her throat. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest.
“Are you okay?”
“No,” she said sadly. “You promised you wouldn’t do this to me anymore.”
“Doc, I’m not trying to hurt you. I swear. It’s this feeling... I can’t shake it honey. I felt it while you were pregnant. I felt it in the Horton cabin. I love you. You know that.”
“John, you can’t love me.”
“Don’t tell me that. I’ll always love you.”
“John please... I want you to leave. I don’t want Roman to find us together.” She pleaded.
He touched Marlena’s shoulder, causing her to gasp and pull away. He lowered his head in frustration. Her reaction, the denial and rejection stung John. She had been rejecting him for months. “This isn’t about us,” John said, his anger rising. “This is about this little girl. Doc, I think we both know the truth. This is our little girl.”
“No, she’s Roman’s baby.” Marlena said quietly. “She’s Roman’s.”
“Look at her,” he said reaching for Isabella; Marlena held her securely away from his grasp.
She averted her eyes, looking past John. He was wrong. Isabella was Roman’s child. God could never be so cruel.
“Talk to me Doc.”
“No.” She said, lifting the baby to her chest. “I’m not going to have this discussion anymore.”
“You’re afraid of the truth... you can deny yourself to me but Doc my baby is a whole different matter all together. I want a paternity test.”
Marlena lifted her eyes to John’s face. She tried to move slowly from the bed, with Isabella sleeping lightly on her shoulder.
“Doc, where are you going?” He said, grabbing her arm. “Come on, sit down.”
“I’m not going to stay here and listen to you... my baby doesn’t belong to you. I don’t belong to you. Don’t you understand that? I love Roman. I have a whole other life with someone else.” She pulled her legs over the side of the bed, preparing for an impossible exit. Her body ached with every move. She was still tender having given birth hours before. “John, I can’t do this anymore. You’re breaking my heart.” Her voice faltered with each word. “I’m sorry that I did this too you... that I gave my heart to you and then took it back. I’m sorry about that. I wish I could take that back. If I could find a solution to resolve these issues between us I would. But I can’t. It’s too complicated.” She said through tears.
“Doc, don’t cry. Please baby.”
“John, you’ll always hold a special place in our lives... you saved Isabella’s life,” Marlena assured him. “She’ll always love you.”
“I’m her father.” John said adamantly. He gently took the baby from Marlena’s trembling arms, raising her above his chest. “I don’t need any test to see that. When we made love on the plane, I was dying for something to hold on to. You unselfishly gave me you. We made this little girl on that plane Marlena. Look at her... I’m her daddy. God says so.”
Marlena looked at Isabella, sated in her father’s arms. A half-smile creasing her mouth; her little fist balled up at her sides. She would be a tow-headed girl with her daddy’s intense eyes, and her mother’s beauty. The picture was so clear in that moment, Marlena acknowledged the truth in her heart finally.
“Doc?”
“What are we going to do?” Marlena questioned childishly, her hazel eyes still glistening with tears.
“Love her.” John said simply, pulling Isabella back to his chest. He kissed the top of her head.
“I already love her.” Marlena assured him. “I’ve always loved her... I’ve always loved her daddy too.”
