Chapter One

Elizabeth snuggled her son closer to her chest. He was fast asleep, curled up in his little blue blanket. She sighed, and yawed, stroking his tiny face with a finger. After a thirty-six hour labor, she was entitled to a bit of rest. She had no visitors, except for the nurses who came in and out of the room from time to time. But then again, it was to be expected. No one had a clue where she was.

She was in Miami, Florida. It was supposed to be a symbol. Giving birth to her child in the area its father was raised.

Her son was finally in this world along side her, and she would do everything in her power to keep him safe. She'd only gotten to hold him a moment before the doctors has whisked him away to be cleaned up, and when they brought him to her, he was already asleep.

He began to cry suddenly, startling her. Elizabeth rubbed his back slowly, whispering words of comfort. He stretched, made a small yawning sound, and looked up at her for the very first time.

Suddenly, Elizabeth couldn't breathe. Those eyes... They weren't her own sapphire blue, nor the light brown of Zanders.

They were the icy blue of Jason Morgan's.

"Damn it, Lucky, I'm not going to ask again!" Jason's voice thundered from outside Lucky's door, but the blonde refused to open it.

"# off, Morgan," he tossed back, sliding the bullets out of his gun. He placed them neatly in their little box, tucking it away in his desk drawer and locking it. The empty gun sat on his desk, the safety on.

Jason cursed and pounded the door once, and then Lucky heard nothing. Sighing, he walked across the small living room of his apartment and sat down in his favorite armchair. It had once belonged to his father and resided in the rooms above Luke's Bar, but when Lucky had purchased his own apartment and moved out of his mother's house, Luke had been happy to give it to him.

A hushed click click click could be heard, and Lucky rubbed the back of his neck wearily. Now the enforcer was picking the locks. How original and unexpected.

The door swung open, and Lucky's tired eyes fell on an agitated Jason, still kneeling on the floor. In a flash, the mobster was off his knees and striding into the room, slamming the door behind him.

Lucky sized him up quickly and decided that the older man looked like Hell. There was no other way about it. He wore dark bags under his eyes and his hair was disheveled and wild. The cranberry t-shirt he wore over his black jeans was wrinkled and half untucked, and the weary slump of his shoulders only seemed to add to his angered and desperate appearance.

"I need to know, and you're going to tell me," Jason bit out, moving closer. His blue eyes blazed when Lucky remained unmoving in his seat, watching him with thinly veiled indifference.

"Fat chance."

Jason growled, his hands fisting at his sides. Lucky smirked, and suddenly it was too much. He moved swiftly in front of the young man and clenched his fists in the boy's blue oxford shirt. Lucky gasped as he was half pulled out of his chair, his nose inches from Jason.

"Where is she, damn it?"

"Why do you need to know?" Lucky asked defensively, his eyes narrowing.

"None of your damn business."

"If you don't tell me why, then I can't tell you where she is." Lucky's voice carried a resolution that Jason was not used to hearing from someone in his precarious position. Despite the fact that there was very little standing between the rookie cop and a beatdown, he refused to betray the information.

"It's personal," Jason answered, relinquishing his hold slightly.

"Sorry," Lucky shook his head. "Not good enough. Why do you need to know where Elizabeth is?"

Jason sighed, releasing the boy. Lucky plopped back in the armchair, not at all shaken by the ordeal. He cocked an eyebrow at the mobster while he waited for an answer. "Well?"

"Look, we have some unfinished business." Jason's voice seemed to have lost its edge, but Lucky was still wary. "And it's personal."

"What kind of unfinished business?" Lucky asked as Jason sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hey, you know I have to ask. I'm not just going to tell you where she is just like that. I'm one of the two people that knows, and she trusts me."

"I know she left to have the baby," Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair in a futile attempt to tame the wild spikes. "And I have to see her immediately. There's not much else I can say."

Lucky sighed. "You know, I can be just as stubborn and ass-like as you can be. You're not getting anything out of me until I know everything. So keep talking, Morgan."

"You little #," Jason growled, approaching menacingly. Lucky didn't even blink. "I could beat the living-"

"Yeah, you could," the young man tossed back flippantly, "but it won't get you any closer to Elizabeth. It'll just keep my mouth shut even more."

Jason turned away with a furious roar, both hands running through his hair. Lucky watched as he pumped his fists in frustration, clearly trying to decide on the best course of action. Was he to continue with his intimidation tactics in hopes of prying the information from him? Or was he to come clean with it all? The latter would certainly be quicker, while the former had a good chance of not working. Damn. When did Lucky develop a backbone?

"Fine." His voice was so soft that Lucky barely heard.

The boy shifted back in his seat, eager to hear what could possibly have Jason so frantic and desperate. "When you're ready, Morgan."

Jason's eyes narrowed lethally, but he sucked it up and tried to find his voice. "I know she left to have the baby – away from Ric and Faith and all the other people here that want her hurt."

Lucky nodded, motioning for him to get to the point.

"That's what I have to talk to her about – the b-baby."

He could see the question and disbelief in Lucky's eyes, could see it in the young man's posture. Jason closed his eyes on a sigh, willing himself to speak the next words.

"It may be my child that Elizabeth is giving birth to."

When he opened his eyes, Lucky was sitting rigidly in his chair, his own sky blue eyes as wide as saucers. No words passed between the two men as they stared at each other, each wanting the other to make the first move. Finally, Lucky found his voice.

"W-what?"

"I may be the father of Elizabeth's baby."

Lucky swallowed noisily, his eyes focusing on the wall behind Jason as his mind raced. Before Jason could blink, the young man had jumped out of his seat and grabbed his arm, propelling him to the desk.

He grabbed the phone and unlocked his drawer, pulling out a small pad of paper while simultaneously trying to dial. He shoved the pad at Jason, motioning for him to flip through. On the third page, Jason found two addresses.

"The first is the hospital," Lucky explained, cradling the phone with his shoulder. "The second is Cameron's estate. She's guarded by some of my father's friends in the area. I'm getting in touch with them to let them know you're coming and to grant you clearance."

When he looked up, his once indifferent blue eyes were now ablaze with energy and dedication. "When can you leave for Florida?"