Magic Man (ON HOLD)

What The...How Did...Why Didn't...You Mean I'm A...?

"...you mean he's my...I'm a...we're..." Eric rambled, his gaze locked on the picture in his hand. 

"...yes, sweetheart..." Samantha said, smiling; trying not to giggle at his adorably shocked reaction. "...he's your son...our son..."

Continuing to stare at the photo a few minutes longer, Eric then finally smiled. 

"...he's beautiful, Sam..." He said, looking up at her; tears lightly glistening in his eyes and threatening to spill. "...just like his beautiful mother..." 

"...he has your eyes..." She said softly, her own tears gently streaming down her face. 

"...but he has your infectious and gorgeous smile..." Eric whispered, resting his forehead against hers as they both then looked down at the picture. "...I...I can't believe it..." He said, wiping at his tears; laughing softly, his smile never fading. "...why...why didn't you tell me, Sam?" 

"...you were so excited to be joining KISS...and going on tour..." Samantha said. "...that was your dream...I couldn't take that away from you..." 

"Sweetheart..." He said, setting the picture down on the bed; gently cupping her face in his hands as her eyes then met his. "...my dream is you...and for us to be together..." He whispered. "...had I known, I wouldn't have thought twice...I would've stayed with you...and with my son...where I belong..." 

"...but the band...and you..." She went to argue but was soon hushed by the loving capture of his lips with hers. 

"...the band is great...the fans are phenomenal...the shows are fun..." Eric whispered. "...but you are my everything..." He said, wiping her tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "...you're what's most important to me...you always have been...I love you, Samantha..." He looked down into her eyes. "...for eight years I regretted leaving you...I longed to have you back..." Tipping her chin, he then kissed her again. "...now I do...finally..." He smiled. "...and...I'm a...a..." 

"...father..." Samantha finished, giggling softy. 

"...father..." He repeated, smiling. "...I still can't believe it..." He softly laughed, wiping the tears from his eyes again; retrieving the picture and pulling her into his arms. "...I can't get over how perfect he is..." He said proudly.

"...just like his father..." She added. 

"...more so his mother..." Eric said, kissing the top of her head. "...what's his name?" He then asked, curious to know more about his son.

"...Logan..." She replied, smiling up at him. "...Logan Doyle Bennett..." 

Looking down at her, Eric then smiled. "You named him after me?" 

"...of course..." Samantha said, still smiling through her tears. "...he's a lot like you...he loves basketball and he's even learning drums..." 

"...that's my boy..." He beamed, his eyes still reaming with tears. "...I'm so sorry, Samantha..." He said, his voice breaking as he pulled her tighter into his embrace; burying his face in her hair. "...God, I'm so sorry..." 

Wrapping her arms around him, Samantha lovingly held him. "...ssshhh...you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for..." She gently soothed. "...it's okay..." 

"...but I wasn't there for you..." Eric softly whined. "...or for Logan..." 

"...baby, you didn't know..." She whispered. "...I'm the one who didn't tell you..." Tears then shimmered in her eyes again as she began to cry. "...it's my fault..." 

"...no, sweetheart..." He said, softly stroking her hair. "...ssshhh..." He whispered, holding her close. "...Sammie...sugar, listen to me...please..." He said, gently leaning her back so that her gaze met his. "...it isn't your fault...we're together and I promise I'll fight through hell and the devil himself to keep from losing you again..."