This is my version of what I want to happen to Jason and Elizabeth. I am a first time writer. Please send me your thought's and or criticisms. I can always use the input.
This story is rated pg. There is some laungage. enjoy.
A Liaison Story: A Love For All Seasons.
(Jason's POV)
He loved the smell of snow, and it was all because of her. Elizabeth Webber. The love of his life and the mother of his son, Jake. She was his dream come true, and for someone who doesn't dream, that's saying alot. They Fell in love when there was snow on the ground and that was almost 9 years ago. Now he was mob boss and she once again was untouchable. For the danger surrounding him was too much to chance for them to be together. She saved his life as he was laying bleeding to death in the snow. She nursed him back to health and and that is where they began. Spring was now in the air. The smell of snow gone now, but not forgotten. Flowers were all over. But he hated the look and smell of white roses. They reminded him of "him". When he thought of a flower that reminded him of Elizabeth he thought of red roses. The same color red as the piece of glass he brought her home from Italy years before. Spring Also reminded him of Jake, his son. Jake was born in spring. His son. The ache was always there. Just the thought of "him". with HIS son made him want to punch something. Summer love. His son was conceived in the summer in the middle of a blackout. The first time he was with his Elizabeth, they conceived a beautiful baby boy. His son. His Elizabeth. It hurt how much he missed them and Cam. That sweet little boy that has captured his heart. Cam was so much like Elizabeth that it was impossible not to love him. Some times he would dream that he and Elizabeth and the boys were a family, but then he always woke up and the real world would slap him back into reality. Autumn. Leaves changing color. A chill starts in the air and if he tried really hard he could almost smell that sweet scent of snow that reminded him so much of his Elizabeth. He dreams of a simpler time when the only danger was the gallons of soup that Elizabeth would spoon feed him if he was shot or sick. To this day he can't stand the taste or smell of soup unless it's being feed to him by his Elizabeth As he walks down the steps to the docks, he sees her. He walks closer to her pulls her into his arms. He Buries his face in her hair and smells it. Snow. that only come from his Elizabeth. He looks deep into her eyes and says...