Elizabeth placed the sleeping infant in his crib, pulling the knitted blanket over his time frame. She leaned against the railing and smiled down at her youngest son's angelic face.
She almost lost him. Yet again, one of her children was taken from her. She shuddered at the thought of Franco, that sociopath, his hands all over her child.
Then to add on to everything, Helena decides to confess about switching the paternity results. Elizabeth could not fathom how anyone could be as evil as Helena Cassadine. To have her own grandson believing he is the father, only to rip it away from him after so many months. She knew what Aidan meant to Nicolas, and while she wasn't happy from the beginning about him being the father, she never wanted to inflict that pain onto him. She would never want to inflict that pain on anyone.
She reached down, smoothing her hand over the slumbering baby's head. She was struggling with her feelings at the moment, and she didn't fully understand them.
From the time she found out she was pregnant, she had been telling everyone, including herself, that she wanted this baby to be Lucky's. She was certain that it would be a sign that no matter what, she and Lucky belonged together.
When Aidan was kidnapped, however, she saw a side of Lucky she really didn't like. He was slow about finding her baby, even argumentative when she insisted that he had been taken out of the hospital. Sure, he went to Jason and Dante when he realized Franco was behind the kidnapping, but she could see in his eyes that he didn't really want any part of the investigation.
When he brought Aidan home after convincing Franco's mother to give him back, she was thankful, but she couldn't let go of the anger she felt toward his attitude. She had decided to move into Windemere, to allow both her and Nicolas to bond with the baby, only to have Helena blow everyone's lives up yet again with her news of the paternity test being switched. Nicolas was crushed, and Elizabeth immediately moved out, knowing that Nicolas needed her and her boys away after that. She couldn't go back to her house, since it wasn't hers anymore. Lucky, now knowing he was the father, was excited to be a father, but made it very clear to her that, while they would be parents to their child, they were never going to be together. She was resigned to move in with her Grams again, with all her boys in tow. Seems no matter how far she thought she had gotten, she always fell backward and landed right where she was; in her grandmother's house, trying to find her next step.
She messed up any chance with Lucky. She knew that. And Nicolas, she had come to realize, was the one thing that could finally put a permanent end to them. She also realized why she and Lucky even tried again this last time; two lonely people just needing someone. She guessed that maybe, subconsciously, she knew it was wrong from the start, and she was looking for a permanent way out. Nicolas was there, willing, and she took it. She had to walk away from Jason, and yet again, she fell back into the old pattern of Lucky.
She shook her head and closed her eyes once Jason came to mind. She couldn't, wouldn't go there. They decided to let go of each other, for the safety of their child.
She chuckled, thinking how messed up that sounded to her at that moment. Aidan really had nothing to do with Jason, or Franco for that matter, and yet, he was taken. If she really wanted to analyze it further, hadn't Helena been more of a threat to her life than Jason's life ever did?
She let out a frustrated sigh, her head looking up at the ceiling. She didn't know why she was thinking about him anyway. Didn't he just go running back to Sam? She was so hurt when she found out, but knew that she had no right to say anything. It didn't change the fact that hearing he was with Sam again was like a knife in the heart.
Wiping her hand down her face frustratingly, she looked down at her youngest, only to see his big blue eyes staring back at her. She smiled, the stress of all she'd been thinking of leaving her face.
"Hey there, my angel. Why aren't you asleep? Mommy's thoughts so loud, she's keeping you up?"
She picked the baby up and moved toward the glider in the corner of the room, sitting down and rocking gently. The baby looked up at her, his hands moving in front of him. She picked up his little hand with her finger, her thumb sliding along his long fingers.
"Hmm, thought Jake got his fingers from his father, but you have the same little hands. Strange, huh?"
The baby just cooed and wrapped his little fingers around her big one and she laughed softly, continuing the rocking. She sat back and looked out the corner window, still contemplating her next step.
