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Ch. 4

We wear so many masks—depending on the situation. Sometimes we have to wear them to protect feelings…sometimes we wear them to cover up our sadness…sometimes we wear them to express our happiness…and sometimes, we wear them to become someone else to bring pleasure.

"Mom, mom…no more, please," Jackson grimaced while pushing Catherine's hand away with the fork of collard greens firmly in her hand.

Catherine sucked her teeth, "Oh come on you love my greens, now open your mouth—this hospital food is going to make you sicker, look at you practically wasting away," Catherine fussed.

Jackson leaned back, "You know, I sent Maggie home to get my iPad because she did nothing but fix my blanket 50 times a day…"

"Yes and that's why I'm here, now open up," Catherine ordered as she stuffed the greens in Jackson's mouth and he reluctantly began to chew, "you can't blame us for smothering you just a little bit, you you didn't see yourself on the precipice of death."

Jackson leaned back on his pillows and allowed his mother to continue ranting at him. He half expected her to launch into everyone's favorite tale of giving birth to him. In fact, he heard all about how he was lucky. That the injuries to his brain could have been worse and the slight tremor in his right hand would go away eventually with physical therapy and time. Amelia and Tom never passed up an opportunity to come past his room and let him know that they saved his life. Tom had just about hinted that he wanted a huge bonus for performing that very task.

But in between Amelia telling him about saving his life, she made sure to tell him that she was happy that he woke up. Watching Maggie sit beside him every day without leaving his side broke her. He had to wake up because Maggie would never get over losing someone else she loved. Maggie…when he opened his eyes and laid eyes on her lying next to him, he felt like everything would be alright. Seeing Harriet later that day made everything complete. He had a second chance at life and he wouldn't waste a minute of it.

"Mom…mom…I can't eat anymore," he protested moving his head like a petulant child.

She glanced down at the bowl and then frowned, "Well I guess you've had enough."

"I have."

Catherine gave him a look of anguish for a moment and then sighed, "The last couple of days were hard. Even though Richard came through the accident without any life threatening injuries, seeing the both of you in these hospital beds working through your injuries did a number on me," she reached over placing her hand on Jackson's cheek, where his bruise was barely visible along with the cuts, "I honestly don't know what I would have done if I lost you two. When Richard called me after the accident, it was like the world stopped and hearing how injured you were—I didn't want to be in this world if you weren't in it."

Jackson's hand trembled and his face wore the frustration, but he took Catherine's hand anyway, "I'm ok, Mom."

Catherine smiled, "So you are and that little tremor will take time to go away. Baby, just promise that you will be patient."

"Mom, I'm a surgeon. How can I be patient about this?" he held up his hand which shook slightly before he placed it on his thigh in disgust.

"Because you were in a car accident, you had brain damage and your body has spent some time healing itself, it just needs a little more time."

Jackson sighed, "I know, I know but this is the first time that I've felt so…"

"Helpless?" Catherine supplied.

Jackson looked over at his mother who still had bouts of pain due to the cancer still inside of her body, "I know you understand…"

"I do," Catherine stood up hugging him, "but trust me, things will get better."

Jackson nodded holding onto her.

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After returning from their penthouse, Maggie stood outside of Chester Byrnes' room. The man's formerly ashen skin had turned back to what she could only imagine to be his usual olive skin tone. He was breathing on his own at the moment and he looked to be on the mend. No family members had come to visit him and she can't say she blamed them, whomever they were. From all accounts, he was a drug addict who allowed his heart to become so damaged that it damn near gave out on him and he almost killed two people. Whatever sympathy she had for him evaporated the moment she laid eyes on his victims.

Her fists balled up at her side as her eyes went into slits staring in that hospital room. She'd been angry before. Angry for her mother's life that ended so quickly. Angry that her parents divorced and she was left with all of their history that she wasn't accustomed to. Angry about Jackson not sharing her mother's condition with her sooner, but this anger? She could taste it. It tasted bitter and rancid. Now that Jackson was awake, she could allow herself to feel something other than worry—she felt rage.

"So what you gonna do?" Richard barreled up to her using his cane for assistance. She glanced down at the brown cane that would serve as his new companion because of the pronounced limp that he would have for the rest of his life.

"The question is not what I'm gonna do, it's what I want to do and what I want to do is stab him with the scalpel that I used to cut into his chest and save him," Maggie fumed.

"Dr. Pierce."

"Don't Dr. Pierce me," Maggie walked away from the window, "I'm not Dr. Pierce right now, I am Maggie Pierce. Jackson Avery's girlfriend and your…" she searched for the proper title and then decided to go with the truth, "your biological daughter. I'm someone who is angry that he caused an accident that could have killed you both and I saved him…so what…he could finally kill someone else one day?"

"Maggie, you saved him because that's what you do."

Maggie folded her arms cutting her eyes at Richard, "I know."

"So any revenge fantasies you have, let them die."

Maggie exhaled, "Aren't you angry that he caused this accident and because of his negligence, your leg will never be the same."

"Maggie, I'm an alcoholic. I've done some horrible things while drunk and it's a miracle that my actions didn't cost anyone their life. Did I have a few moments when I was angry that I will never walk without this damn thing!?" Richard held up the cane, "yes. But I am grateful that this is all that I experienced and I am able to walk."

Maggie rolled her eyes in frustration, "I get it."

"And Jackson's awake and he will be fine," Richard added.

"He has a tremor in his right hand," Maggie stated thoughtfully, "Amelia believes that it will go away as his swelling continues to go down."

"It will."

Maggie nodded, "I was afraid. I was so scared that he would die," she teared up.

Richard wrapped his arm around her, "I know you were."

"But he's fine, he's going to be fine…right?" she asked.

"I believe so Maggie, so you can exhale and let the anger and fear go."

Maggie closed her eyes and then exhaled.

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Jackson flipped the channels on the limited cable on the television in his room. Every second that clicked by, he couldn't wait to get out of this bed and in his own. He completely understood why the patients wanted to get the hell out of this hospital as soon as possible. He turned the channel to another stupid episode of one of those comedies that had a million reruns before his eyes drifted over to the door of the room where a vision of absolute magnificence stood in the doorway.

"Hey," he smiled waving at her.

"Hey," she returned his smile entering the room, "so how did you spend the hours away from me?" she asked sitting in the chair next to the bed.

"Well my mother plied me with collard greens until I begged her to stop and then we talked," he stated before reaching up and caressing her cheek, "but I missed you."

Maggie leaned up kissing him on the lips softly, "Did you?"

"Absolutely," his eyes watched her as she sat back down on the chair and then he watched as she sat up quickly, "Look at your blanket, oh my god," she popped up straightening it, until he grabbed her hands, "Maggie, it's fine."

"Sorry," she sat down slowly, "I just don't know what to do with this energy you know. I'm just so thankful and happy that you're ok and you're going to be ok…oh my god…I was so scared Jackson," she rambled, "I couldn't breathe when I found out that you needed surgery. I finally stopped running and everything almost fell apart."

"I'm fine."

"I know, I know."

"And you stayed by my side during the entire time."

Maggie smiled, "There was nowhere else that I could think about being."

"I want to go home Maggie," Jackson confessed, "sleep in our bed, hold you all night and just…get back to my life."

"It's only been a week since the accident, but I'm sure you will be released soon."

His eyes drifted towards the door and then the curtains, "You know what I really miss," he took her hand and used his thumb to rub her palm, "I miss making love to you," he whispered.

Maggie felt the familiar tingle between her legs, which instantly made her look towards the door and start to blush, "Jackson…"

"We can have some privacy…"

Maggie shook her head, "Nuh uh."

"It was my birthday when the accident happened and I didn't get to celebrate. What did you have in mind for that night anyway?"

Maggie shook her head, "You will find out when you are completely healed."

"Maggie, give me something to look forward to," Jackson asked with his eyes shining mischievously.

She raised an eyebrow, "Noo…I can't do that…don't want to send your blood pressure up," she winked.

Both of his eyebrows raised as a smile spread across his face, "Oh really, well I guess you will have something extra special for me when I get out of here."

Maggie stood up from the chair and whispered in his ear, "Absolutely."

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The next morning, Jackson opened his eyes to a note from Maggie saying that she had to do rounds, but she would be back. He smiled at the loopy way she wrote her 'g's'. "God Jackson, you are so soft," he mumbled to himself.

"Uh…hello."

He glanced up to a man standing in his doorway holding onto an IV stand, "Yes, can I help you?"

"Umm…Dr. Avery, right?" the man asked.

"Yesssss…and you are?"

The man looked down at his feet then back at Jackson, "I'm uh…Chester. Chester Byrnes."

"Ooook."

The man standing in his doorway took a deep breath, "I was the one who caused the accident that injured you. I heard the nurses talking and I asked what room you were in."

Jackson sat up narrowing his eyes as the man continued, "I just wanted to come down here and tell you that I'm sorry. I…I had a problem and that problem became one for you. If I thought for one moment that my mistake would have almost killed you and that other doctor…"

"What would you like me to say?" Jackson interrupted. He wasn't in the mood to provide absolution to this man at that very moment.

"Nothing…nothing…just know that I am sorry and that I will live my life better than I did before."

"Let's hope that's true," Jackson stated evenly.

"Ok, now Parker what do we have here," Amelia appeared next to Chester, who looked at Amelia and then shuffled away while Jackson shook his head, "what was that about?"

"Tell you later," Jackson replied and then rolled his eyes, "must you do this?"

Amelia grinned, "Oh Jackson, be a good sport…now Parker, present the case."

"Amelia…" Jackson warned.

"Parker…do it," Amelia ordered with a huge grin and then hip Parker on the arm, which immediately snapped him to attention.

"Dr. Avery is a 37-year-old male post op surgery for cerebral edema to relieve swelling. Swelling has decreased greatly and is continuing to decrease at a rapid speed. Patient…"

"Patient really?" Jackson interrupted.

Amelia nodded with an amused grin, "Go on."

Parker swallowed, "Patient complains of mild headache which has been treated with pain medication. Patient does have a slight tremor as a result of the swelling, but attends therapy daily and is improving."

"Parker, do you want to tell him the good news?" Amelia grinned.

"Dr. Avery, you will be discharged this afternoon!"

Amelia gave him jazz hands and a big smile, "See…aren't you happy that we did this?"

"Ecstatic," Jackson deadpanned.

"Maggie went to get you some clothes and by the time she's back, your discharge papers will be ready. You will have to attend follow up appointments for a couple of weeks and have PT every day to help that hand, but other than that—you're in pretty good shape Jackson," Amelia beamed.

"Thank you," Jackson gave her a wry smile, "you saved my life, I am grateful…isn't that what I am supposed to say?"

Amelia shook her head, "Surgeons are the worst," she mumbled as Parker followed her out.

Jackson raised his hand and noticed that the tremor, the slight movement of his hand was still there. He dropped his hand onto the cotton blanket on the bed and closed his eyes, "I hear someone's being discharged today," Maggie's excited voice came from the doorway holding a duffel bag.

He grinned, "I am."

"Well get dressed, so I can take you home Dr. Avery," Maggie kissed his cheek as he took the bag from her.

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As the elevator slowly rose from the ground floor towards his penthouse apartment, Jackson's heart thumped rapidly in his chest. The excitement of being able to take a shower in his own home, sleep in his bed and lie next to his girlfriend pulsated through him. A week and a half in the hospital was more than enough for him. He held Maggie's hand as he noticed her basically bouncing on her heels. She had anxious energy coursing through her and a crooked smile spread across her face—she was hiding something from him.

"Maggie, is something waiting for me in our apartment?" he turned to her with a raised brow.

Maggie exaggeratedly shook her head, "No…why would you think that…someone in your apartment, nope…Jackson, don't be silly," she laughed rather unconvincingly.

He stared, "Riiigghhhtttt," he braced himself as the elevator doors opened. He hadn't heard from his mother and he was pretty sure she'd been checking every day to see when he would be released and today, she was radio silent. That wasn't Catherine Fox by a long shot. He said a quick prayer before Maggie opened the large mahogany door allowing him to go in first and immediately, he knew he wasn't alone as he entered the slightly darkened apartment. Maggie flipped on the light and he was accosted with a large group of people shouting, "Surprise!"

"Your mother insisted," Maggie quickly whispered as Jackson took in the familiar faces.

"My Baby is home and he is mended!" Catherine rushed over and enveloped him into a tight hug. She was followed by Richard bringing over Harriet, who gave him a hug that he melted into, "April had to go home, but we will be taking care of Harriet for a few days. I know you will need your rest."

"Yes, that's why I am having a huge Welcome Home party," Jackson commented.

"Oh be a good sport Jackson, we're celebrating that you're alive!" Catherine pinched his cheek before taking him over to the food table.

Maggie watched as Jackson walked over and Catherine immediately began feeding him egg rolls. She breathed out before walking onto the balcony. She needed to take a few seconds to take in the fact that Jackson was home and although, he had physical therapy in front of him—he was alive. She felt as if she could take a real breath.

"You ok?" she felt Meredith's hand on her back.

Turning to her sister, Maggie managed to smile, "I'm ok," she breathed, "I'm finally ok. I was afraid, Meredith. Afraid that he may die. Afraid that when he woke up, he wouldn't be the same Jackson. He came out of this. We're going to be ok," she nodded, " I didn't lose him."

"No, you didn't and now you can breathe," Meredith pulled her closer to her in a hug.

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That evening, Jackson watched Maggie pick up some of the wayward plates that were still strewn around the apartment. He could tell that she was still anxious to be around him. Being home was starting to feel a little surreal to himself. He remembered very little before the accident and waking up, he found Maggie by his side. It couldn't have been easy for him being by his hospital bed after the accident, especially after what happened to Diane almost two years ago—but she stayed and hadn't hesitated for one moment.

"Hey, you wanna sit down for a moment?" Jackson held up his left hand.

Maggie turned to him and smiled, "I want to just get some of this stuff cleaned up. Your mother wanted to hire a cleaning crew, but we didn't need any more people in here after the party—you need your rest."

"Ok, but the place is clean. Come on, sit by me," Jackson patted the space on the couch next to him.

Maggie dropped her trash bag and plopped down on the couch next to him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder bring her closer to him, "You can relax Maggie, I'm home. Things are going to be ok. I will have physical therapy and in a couple of weeks, it will seem as if the accident never happened."

"But it did happen," Maggie turned to him, "you were lying in that ER, battered and bruised with your brain swelling and I know that everyone tried to downplay it—but you needed surgery. It could have been worse, but it wasn't good. I almost lost you Jackson. That morning, everything was fine and that evening…"

"Things changed. I know," he took her hand, "but I'm here and I'm on the mend."

"How can you be so positive about this?"

"Because I'm alive Maggie. I have you, I have Harriet and things are going to turnaround."

She shook her head. He was her rainbow amongst the storm, "I love you," she whispered placing her hands on his cheeks kissing him. Jackson breathed in her scent wrapping his arm around her petite waist pulling her closer to him deepening the kiss. As their lips danced to their usual rhythm his hands traveled up to her curly crown. The way she moaned as his lips traveled to her neck awakened a part of him that had missed her for far too long. He slowly lowered her down to the couch never breaking the kiss.

"Jack…Jackson…maybe we should stop," Maggie panted trying to pull every bit of self-restraint she had from the depths of her soul to the surface.

"Stop? I don't want to stop," he paused before kissing her, "I've missed being this close to you. What do you think I dreamed about during that coma?"

"You just got out of the hospital."

"And something is wrong with my hand, not with anything else," he answered with a sly grin.

She laughed, "Well I can tell that."

"Maggie, I've missed you. I've missed us."

Maggie contemplated for a moment, "Let's go upstairs, but if anything is wrong—you will tell me."

"Promise," Jackson grinned as Maggie held out her hand and he took it.

As they started for the stairs, Maggie's phone began ringing, "I uh…just have to get that. I've been consulting on a case and I really need to make sure everything's ok."

"I'm going to take a shower and then I will see you in bed," Jackson headed up the stairs.

Maggie smiled picking up her phone and answering the call.

Twenty minutes later, Maggie headed upstairs, "Jackson, let me just hop in the shower and…" she stopped in the doorway of the bedroom finding Jackson lying in bed, his chest rising up and down with a slight snore coming from his nose. She shook her head with a smile He had to be exhausted. Heading over to the bed, she kneeled down to take off his sneakers—he was finally home and she couldn't imagine the night ending any better than lying in their bed with him.

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His eyes opened and he was assaulted with the sun shining through the curtains. He barely remembered what happened after walking into the bedroom, he must've fallen asleep. Maggie was lying beside him sleeping softly. He mused that this may be the most comfortable sleep she'd had in days. He breathed out heavily as he lifted his right hand gingerly and noticed the slight movement of his hands. The tremor, he was told, could last up to 6 months with therapy. Six months of not performing surgery, only consultation—that part of his prognosis frustrated him. He was a surgeon. A damn good surgeon and having to miss out on six months of doing what he loved was destined to seem like eternity. He slid out of bed, making sure not to disturb Maggie's sleep and padded out of the bedroom towards the office down the hallway. Taking a seat behind the computer, he looked around. The walls were decorated with the inside of the heart and various stages of a face lift. He chuckled, "Doctors," he shook his head. He searched one of his favorite databases when he was a younger surgeon starting out trying to cut his teeth on plastics. 'Gift of Hands' was a worldwide database where various hospitals and organizations listed possible pro bono surgeries that surgeons could take on. Clicking on the Plastics section, he went through the various cases. There were rhinoplasties galore, mammoplasties…the usual. However, he was looking for something different, something that could be a goal for him. He had to motivate himself to get better and a case to strive for was the best way to do it. As he clicked through the cases, his eyes landed on a case in particular and he leaned forward—a 32 year old woman with a history of unilateral right cleft lip and cleft palate repair with residual right-sided oronasal fistula, nasal dysmorphia, and septal deviation toward the right. It was perfect for him. He clicked on the case and began to enter his information. He had to make sure that he was the same Jackson before he took the step that he'd thought about for months now.

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Jackson gritted his teeth while performing his grip and release exercises with a pen that his physical therapist had sat in front of him. Two months had drifted by since the accident and his tremor was slowly disappearing, but it was still there and until he could steadily grip an object, he wouldn't be cleared for surgery. He had a goal of three months to be back in the OR and he was on track to meet that goal.

"Good, good Jackson," Ally, his physical therapist smiled back at him, "you are making progress."

"I do the exercises at home. I want to be able to pick up a scalpel again within a couple of weeks."

Ally frowned, "You have to be patient and not rush yourself. You don't want to put too much pressure on yourself to be perfect, it could set back your progress."

"I'm a surgeon and without my right hand, I can't very well be that surgeon—so the sooner I am able to do this, the better."

Ally nodded, "Ok, start the reps again."

Maggie stood on the other side of the window watching Jackson in physical therapy, "Wow she's cute, there weren't any old men available?" Amelia teased as she took in the lithe, young cheery blond who was tasked with Jackson's case.

Maggie rolled her eyes, "It's not like that."

"Look at those boobs on her!" Amelia went on.

"You're so obnoxious," Maggie snapped walking away from the window.

"I'm just kidding, everyone in this hospital knows that Jackson Avery is in love with the lovely Maggie Pierce. Anyone who would try to get in between them is a fool."

While Amelia said the words and Maggie knew there was a hint of truth, it would be a lie to say she wasn't taken back when she met Ally during Jackson's first physical therapy session a month before. But Jackson had improved while working with her and that was really all Maggie cared about, "Do you think he will be able to get pass this?" Maggie stopped in her tracks, "be honest with me Amelia. He's putting all of his hope into therapy and I don't want Jackson to be discouraged."

Amelia gently took Maggie's arm to calm her, "His scans look good; with time he will be able to perform surgery again. It's just a process, that's all."

"Right, right, I know that. I just want to make sure."

"Is everything ok? Is Jackson having side effects that I don't know about?"

"No…it's me. I mean, he's been obsessed with getting better and that's fine. He's wanted to…" Maggie didn't say the words but widened her eyes, "and I just can't. The first night, he got home he fell asleep and since then we've only danced around it."

"Is there a reason why?"

"I just…I'm afraid maybe?"

"Of what?"

"I don't know, the side effects of the accident…"

"Maggie, Jackson is fine. He's probably feeling a little broken at the moment because of the tremor. You are really the only one who can make him forget about it, you know…" Amelia wiggled her eyebrow, "give him something he can feel."

"Funny," Maggie knocked into Amelia, "thank you for the advice."

"Maybe give him a muted version of what you wanted to do for his birthday?" Amelia suggested.

"Hmm," Maggie mumbled before turning on her heels and heading down the hallway.

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The elevator doors opened allowing Jackson to step out carrying his bag. Maggie had come to him a couple of hours before stumbling over her words, speaking quickly informing him that she wouldn't be able to ride home with him and he should head home without her. She was acting weird, but that was par for course with Maggie on some days. It was what he loved about her. She had her quirks, but he loved them just the same. She was one of the bright spots of his day, that and FaceTiming with Harriet. His progress was good, but not fast enough for his taste.

He slipped his keycard through the device on the wall and stepped inside the penthouse to a room full of candles. His eyes focused around the room and then landed on Maggie standing on the stairs dressed in a short trench coat with red stilettos. His mouth dropped, "Wow," he breathed out drinking her in. She walked towards him as he admired and wondered exactly what was under that coat.

"So…a couple of weeks ago, I had a plan," she moved closer with a slight sway of her hips, "I had a plan to make your birthday night, quite memorable," she moved her hands to his waist and slowly worked them up to remove his jacket as he stood mesmerized by her. She smelled of vanilla and amber and he could barely focus, "things happened, so I had to postpone it. And tonight, I want to give you an abbreviated version," she whispered in his ear before kissing his earlobe and suckling it for a brief moment. She heard his intake of breath and realized that this was going just as she wanted, even though her heartbeat echoed in her ears with excitement and nervousness, "are you ready Jackson?"

"I…yeah…I definitely am," he responded.

"Follow me," she turned on her heels and led him upstairs as he followed trying to catch a glimpse of what she had on under the trench. With every step towards their bedroom, his anticipation grew. This was a different side of Maggie for sure. Entering the bedroom, the flames from the fireplace illuminated the room and Sade's The Sweetest Taboo streamed through the speakers. He watched as Maggie's hips swayed to the music as she led him further into the room and over to the bed for him to take a seat. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he watched as she stood in front of him and slowly untied the belt to the trench coat. He licked his lips in anticipation as she never took her gaze from his while she slowly unbuttoned each button one by one. He could see a hint of lace, but he awaited his view of the entire ensemble beneath the coat. Finally, the moment came and she slid the entire trench down slowly revealing one of the sexiest and tempting pieces of lingerie he had every laid eyes on. He was enthralled and if he could form any words, his brain wouldn't cooperate because there was no more blood left there. Maggie was standing in front of him dressed in a black lace bra that allowed her dark brown nubs to poke through giving him a full view, she wore matching lace thong panties that accentuated the roundness of her butt, "It's what I planned to wear for your birthday," she whispered walking over and leaning down to stare into his eyes, "so I thought I would let you enjoy it tonight."

He moved his hands slowly up and down her torso in anticipation as she guided him down to lie on the bed. She divested him of his shirt followed by his jeans. He reached for her bra strap and she took his hand, "Not quite yet," she whispered straddling him.

"Ooh so you're in control tonight?" Jackson smirked.

Maggie leaned down, her lips hovering over his, "Completely," she whispered kissing him.

"I think I like this," he grinned as Maggie kissed his neck, then a trail down his chest past his abs, allowing her tongue to swirl around his navel and then he felt her place her hands on the elastic of his boxer briefs. He could barely stop himself from grabbing her. He wanted to devour her, but his baby had a plan and he was willing to comply. When she took him in her mouth, he gripped onto the sheets. Maggie exceled at everything she did and she sure as hell exceled at this, "Maggie…" he breathed out, "you're killing me here."

She paused for a moment and glanced up at him with a devilish grin. This was the moment that she'd waited for all day and whatever nerves she had disappeared when he appeared in the doorway (and after the glass of wine and after she renamed herself Diamond—everyone needed a stripper name).

Once she figured that he was almost to his brink, she stood up and he held out his hand shaking his head in disbelief. He grabbed her hand as she faced him, sitting up on her knees and kissed him fervently. He wrapped her legs around her his waist, "This wasn't part of the game," she giggled in between kisses.

"I don't care," he whispered back heading over to the dresser and placing Maggie on top of it. He slid the straps of her bra down her arm and quickly threw it across the room. He took one of her brown mounds in his mouth while Maggie closed her eyes. Suddenly, she found that he had somehow removed her thongs as well and was on his knees blessing her. She ran her hands through his curls and threw her head back biting her lip as the sounds of passion filled their room.

By the time they made it to the bed, both weren't sure they would last that much longer. Maggie straddled his body as he held onto waist to guide her. She started out slow as she grinded on him, the feelings of ecstasy and passion bubbled over as he flipped her over, lifted her leg onto his shoulder to go deeper and she moaned his name, "Jackson…Jackson…I love you."

Leaning down he kissed her and then placed his lips by her ear, "I love you Maggie and I will never stop proving to you how much," he whispered before lacing his fingers through hers before she gripped onto him and within moments before had reached their point and his body collapsed onto hers.

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He kissed her glistening forehead lightly before moving to the left of her, pulling her into an embrace, "I guess after a month, we had some things to get out of our system," he kissed her shoulder.

"Maybe just a little bit," she laughed melting into his embrace.

"That was…different…amazing…passionate…sexy, but different."

"Well I had a special night planned for your birthday and it kind of got postponed. There's a cake downstairs in the shape of a merman actually," Maggie smiled gazing up at him.

"Cute."

"Well it was cuter a month ago, but you get the picture," Maggie shrugged.

"I get that you planned a sexy, loving and passionate night for my birthday. Thank you,"
Jackson played with her fingers and then turned to her, "and thank you for sitting by my bedside those days and nights. I know it was hard for you."

"Jackson…" she leaned up resting her head on her hand, "I'm not leaving you, I'm not leaving us—I'm here to stay."

"So you are," he whispered bringing her head down to meet his, "so you are."

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