Hey Everybody,
Somehow or another, the evil Muse herself decided to write and it happened to be about Elizabeth and the predicament she is currently in. Although I do not like how she disposed of the evidence that Jason is the father of her baby, I still somehow seem to want to write about her. This actually came to me while I was in Washington and I do not know if this is going to be any longer than it already isn't (if that makes any sense at all), so please enjoy what is here already.
Also, can someone get the nearest number to fan fiction anonymous? I need to get an appointment…and employment.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from the show of "General Hospital". They belong to ABC, Disney, and their creators. Please, don't hurt me…the Muse made me do it!
Summary: Elizabeth thinks of the predicament she is in.
My Baby's Two Fathers
Elizabeth Webber's life was a complete mess.
That was the understatement of the year. With a roll of her eyes, Elizabeth pushed the covers aside and set up. Putting her feet on the floor, she looked down at her still flat belly and pressed the palm of her hand to where her baby was growing. Her life was complete and utter hell. Elizabeth felt like she was in a nightmare that kept rolling over and over in the same cycle. The same questions, the same answers. It was getting so bad that she was reciting the same thing over and over just before she went to sleep that, when the next person came to her, she knew exactly what to say. Yes, her life sucked so to speak.
With another roll of her eyes, Elizabeth rose and went to the bathroom and pulled off her tank and bottoms before getting into the shower. For once she wished the questions would stop, that the looks people gave her would stop. Until she got a paternity test done, however, she knew it wouldn't. So Elizabeth would have to suck it up and put on a brave face for her unborn child and her son Cameron. If things got too bad she knew that she could go to Jason. That was the thing that bothered her the most. Going to Jason was what got her into this in the first place.
Not that Elizabeth didn't want this baby, because she did – she also didn't or hate Jason for what happened that night. Elizabeth would never take back a single moment that she spent with him. But what did that mean? Did she love her ex-husband or did she love Jason? That question had yet to be answered, but as she washed the conditioner out of her hair and the vanilla scented body wash away, the visions of her and Jason together assaulted her, nearly making her fall to the tub floor.
With one turn of the faucet, Elizabeth turned off the water and got out, wrapping a towel around her shaking body. It was times like this, when she was very vulnerable, that the memories of her and Jason's one night together returned to her, remind her of the passion they shared – and the end result. Jason Morgan could very well be her baby's father.
"Son of a bitch!" yelled Elizabeth at no one in particular. Her life just got that much more complicated.