Jason Morgan was a simple man. Some would say he was complicated, but no, he liked things simple. A simple life - one with a wife and children that he loved and who loved him - simple. A simple home - a place where his family felt safe and nurtured - simple. Friends he could count on for a good laugh and a good time - just simple. So why was everything just so fucking complicated?
One year ago when he'd woken from a coma, he had no family, no friends, no life that he could remember. Hell, he had no name, for that matter. No one was looking for him…he was alone. Then the beautiful, angelic creature who had spent almost every day caring for him and helping him to regain his strength, fell in love with him to boot. She was a simple, gentle soul and he couldn't be luckier - almost instantly he had a family with her and her two boys, he had a home where she invited him to live with them, and he had love. Pure, unpolluted, sincere, simple, love. Elizabeth Webber was a dream come true that he didn't even know that he had, until she loved him. He had it all, and because of that, he wanted Elizabeth to have even more. So he had asked her to marry him, to make their little family complete, legitimate. Only problem was, he didn't want his unknown past to come back to haunt them later. He needed to find out who he was so that he could keep everything simple for the woman he loved so much. And then, the complications came.
Complication number one was spitfire, firecracker Samantha Morgan herself, the oh, so hot half of PI firm McCall and Jackal. All impressive five foot, two inches of dynamo on heels, Port Charles' baddest bitch. Almost immediately he'd felt drawn to Sam. Inexplicably drawn to both her and the handsome little tyke she was always chasing around after. That day when he met Sam and Danny Morgan in the hallway of General Hospital, he felt like he had known them forever, but he knew that was impossible, since his jumbled brain proved that he knew no one. When she'd come around the corner chasing the little blonde devil who'd made a mad dash away from her and latched himself unto Jason's leg, his breath caught in his throat at how gorgeous a picture they made. Her raven tresses were flying about her face as she chased Danny, softly reprimanding her son not to run away from her like that. As Elizabeth introduced them to each other, he felt as though he needed no introduction whatsoever to the ravishing creature, like he'd known her forever.
Over the next few days he'd quickly found out that he didn't stand a chance. As luck would have it, she was already somebody else's girl. And not just any somebody, but the young, good looking chick magnet to whom he owed his life. How could he go after the good doc's girl, when the doc had performed a miracle on his tortured brain? He'd been pretty much near death until Patrick Drake stepped in, with his miracle hands. Sure, Sam was worth fighting duels over, but nevertheless, he'd taken his disappointment like a man and paid more attention to his own personal angel of mercy. Elizabeth Webber was no consolation prize afterall, she was a queen among women and she'd chosen him. He had nothing to offer her, no money, no history, nothing but his simple future they could build together.
Then, as if things weren't already complicated enough, his waking dreams of Sam began to sneak into his nights too. Most times he'd forgotten the dream the minute he'd woken up, other times he'd dismissed them as just his brain playing tricks on him. In his dreams, awake and asleep, she'd be riding with him on the back of a bike, or riding him in bed, or laughing gleefully at some private joke between them. He'd seemed unable to shake her from his thoughts, despite the fact that he was happy and building a future with Elizabeth. He'd moved in with Elizabeth and her boys and she'd always told him to take his dreams at face value, that he wanted to remember so hard that his mind was making stuff up to satisfy his urge to know his identity. He'd been living his dream come true, until she'd started keeping things from him, acting on edge all the time, and getting clingy and insecure when it came to Sam and Danny. Jason had noticed that his simple started to fade fast away.
Add even more complications to boot, Elizabeth's great friend "Prince Dickolas" was one of the most snobby, entitled, condescending pricks he'd ever known (granted, he had no idea how many pricks he actually knew). Those two were always huddled together, meeting all the time, and it started to make Jason uncomfortable. He'd tried to convince himself that the two had been friends for many years, and not wanting to appear jealous or controlling, he'd decided to leave them alone and just trust his lady love. He would never trust Prince Dickolas, but he trusted Elizabeth with everything in him. How could he not, she was an angel.
Then, today, simple just went up in smoke. It being a cool Autumn day, Jason decided to take his soon to be stepsons to the park after school. They had a good afternoon together, then headed home to make dinner before Elizabeth got off work. The boys were upstairs doing homework, the pasta sauce was on low in the kitchen and Jason was sitting on the couch scrolling through the TV channels, when something caught his eye. He stopped on the travel channel where there was a segment on Hawaii that had him riveted suddenly. He started thinking how beautiful it was and that it would be the perfect place to take his wife for their honeymoon, when instantly, he was assailed by what seemed like memories of a little beachfront cottage. All at once, he was hit with the scent of ginger and fresh air, he could clearly hear the sea rolling up against the shore, and he could see the bluest of skies with not a cloud in sight. He was strolling along that shore, when suddenly she laughed at him lightly tickling her side. Her laugh was like music to his ears as he looked down at the compelling, raven haired beauty strolling under his arm. She was looking up at him with so much love in her gorgeous brown eyes that it took his breath away, for the millionth time. He had never felt so much love as he felt for his wife, Samantha Morgan. She was everything to him, and as he was often powerless to resist her, he turned her in his arms and claimed her lips in a searing, crushing kiss.