Thank you all for coming back to read the sequal, and if you haven't read PCH go do that! Review please!

The ride home had been uneventful, Jason was quieter than a dead mans grave. And I didn't know what to say when I saw him at the prison. We'd hug, grabbed his things and left. I could tell he appreciated my car. A vintage Mustang, which I'd recently remodeled the inside with creme colored leather which complimented the crimson paint job. Jason didn't say anything though. He seemed tenser than I'd ever seen him. It was almost bringing tears to my eyes but I blinked them out. I hadn't cried since his trial and I wouldn't now.

We arrived home, living in a large condo on the eighth floor of Harbor View Towers. Jason crowded behind me with his bags, it made me nervous for some reason. I unlocked the door and I didn't get two feet into the door he dropped his bags, grabbed me by the waist and swung me round until I fell into his chest. He tilted my head up, kissed me. Hungrily, demanding my full attention. Thousands of butterflies fluttered happily in my body, escaping my stomach. Our hands roamed over each other curiously, feeling each other's new developed bodies out. He picked me up and I had no choice but to wind my legs around his waist. He carried us to the couch, landing on top of me. My shirt was gone, his pants were off. I felt him, and he groaned.

Before moving away, laying uncomfortably beside me.

"You don't know how long I've been needing to touch you" He panted, his fingers wound into my hair, "Your even more beautiful than before"

"You too. And bigger" I laughed, "What did you do, lift weights in your sleep?" My hands crawled under his shirt to feel his chest like it was Braile. Eyes half-lidded; drowsy.

"I've missed you so much" I said softly, laying my head on his chest weirdly. My neck would surely have a crook at the end of the day. I didn't care though.

"Same here baby"

Ring Ring! We ignored it.

My black berry rung, and I answered that "Hello?"

"Dear Lord! Why aren't you answering your phone?" It was Monica. Jason didn't notice who it was, he contintued to put small kisses on my shoulders. He played with my bra strap and I felt tingling heat at the pit of my stomach. I stood up and reached for my shrit but Jason got to it first. He ran behind the couch and smiled maliciously.

"Give it back Jason" I jerked my hand out to swipe it but he stepped back,

come get it

"What are you talking about Sam?" Monica asked confused.

I rolled my eyes at Jason and went to my room for a new shirt, "Jason's playing aorund. Dinner is at seven right?" I already knew it was at seven.

"Yeah" Monica answered slowly, "Can I speak to Jason?"

"Of course!" Jason appears next to me and I hand him the phone in exchange of my shirt. He watches me put it on and I blush. This is new, this is what I wanted. Too many nights I stayed awake scared that he would come home and want nothing to do with me. When secretly all he was needing me. Can't lie and say I didn't revel in that.

Jason left the room to talk to his mom and I checked my self out in my mirror. My grin was hurting my teeth. Jason came back in a few minutes later and handed me back my phone. It's Carly.

"What's up?" I asked, reapllying lip balm.

"Sonny's here! I feel like it's Christmas only it's eighty degree's outside!" Carly blurted excitedly.

"It feels like a dream to me" I say.

Carly giggles and I know that Sonny must be mauling her for attention "Gotta go, love you! Sonny say's hi" Click.

I hear the shower run in the guest room and smile, I was right all those years ago. Everything was going to be okay.

Dinner is exactly what I expected. Luke and Tracy bickering, Monica mediating the argument. Emily ignoring them, and talking to me. Jason was focused on me, so it was hard trying to follow the conversation. Which was about...I forget. It seemed like Jason's eyes would melt me into a bowl of lust.

Emily's words broke through, "Are you going to Carly's? Sonny is supposed to cook Chili tomorrow"

I nodded, "Carly would probably kill me if I didn't"

"A Mobily reunion. How sweet" Tracy cut in.

"Shut up Tracy" Alan snapped at her.

"You know what---" She began arguing with Alan now, content with his glas of liquor Luke watched the two of them in grim amusement. I was used to this though, I've joined the Quartermaine's for dinner two day's a week. The only time they bothered to eat together. Didn't mean I could talk with them yakking. I took a bite of my steak and almost laughed as I watched Jason savor every singly bite of his.

"Shut up the both of you! It's Jason's first day home and your already centered fully on your selves." Emily hollered. Surprising the hell out of all of us.

Tracy was the first to look away, fixing her blouse, "She's right. I'll be the bigger person"

Alan snorted, "You always were"

Jason didn't mind them arguing, it's what they did. They all loved each other at the end of the day. More than anything it looked as if Jason felt home.

When we got back home I was stuffed, and tired. I wanted sleep, bad. "The guest room has all your clothes in it." I informed him, I hugged him, smelling steak on his shirt and kissed his cheek. "Night"

I dragged myself upstairs and into the shower, washing away the day, carefully not wetting my hair. I slipped into my flannel pajama's and slid into bed. Wonder if I could sneak out and get breakfast from McDonalds in the morning, I thought.

"Sam?" Jason called my name, walking into the room, wearing nothing but boxers. Ohh yeah I liked what I saw, he smiled knowingly. "Can I sleep with you?"

"Climb in" I aprooved. I immediately loved the feeling of him being so close to me, his body rested behind mine, with one hand resting on my stomach. I cheesed like I'd won the lottery, I had won the lottery.

"Good night" He murmurred into my neck.

"Night" I said back, already falling into the dark web of dreams.