Jason sat next to Carly. "I knew you would drive me crazy some day." He teased. Instead of trying to explain the impossible he decided to let it be. It this meant he had more time with Carly he was willing to deal with the weird dreams and hallucinations. The part that frightened him was that she kept slipping away, he kept losing her, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could handle that. His heart broke a little more each time she vanished, and he couldn't help but believe that at some point there would be nothing left but the cold.

"Carly, I love you." He confessed, every moment he spent with her, every pang he felt when she slipped away convinced him of this. "You can't leave me." He said, finally.

Monica stared down over his shoulder. There conversation was cut short when he overheard Patrick and Bobbie talking in the hall. "Jason, maybe you should get some sleep tonight. You look exhausted."

"I will." He said.

"I mean at home, in your own bed."

"I can't."

"Jason, she's with you. Whether you are here in this room, at the penthouse, or in Africa, she is with you. I'm asking you to take care of yourself."
Feeling too tired to argue he conceded. "Give me an hour." He asked. He stayed holding onto her hand feeling what his mother must have when he was comatose; sadness, longing, heartbreak… anger, among dozens of other emotions that he was too distracted to list. He had overheard the conversation between Patrick and Bobbie. Carly knew her condition was getting worse, she knew that her blood was clotting and she did what she wanted regardless of the feelings of everyone who loved her. She fell in love with her baby the second she knew it existed and probably on some level even before then, and she decided that she was going to bring it into the world even if it was the last thing she did.

She had to know how badly it would hurt her family. There were too many people that cared about her; Bobbie, Michael, Morgan, Jax, Sonny, Lulu, Lucas, that newborn that she risked everything for, and selfishly, him. What was she to do though? Get a late term abortion? Risk taking the baby out at the seven month mark? She could have at least told him, or told the doctor; maybe she could have prescribed bed rest or something. He wondered if Carly really believed that this could happen, or if she talked herself into believing that she could hold out long enough for it to all work out. Jason had always feared the day when her instincts were wrong, and he knew what the result would be when they did. He brought her hand up to his lips and gently kissed her. "Hang on." He advised.

The entire ride home Jason felt himself fighting off fatigue, his mom was right, he should have left earlier. It was hard pulling himself away. She needed him, and he needed her, that much was clear. He focused on that as he steered his bike through the winding roads to his penthouse. Lying in bed, he let the exhaustion take over, as he began to slip away he felt an arm on his shoulder.

Jason turned to face her. She lay under his covers wearing a black laced nightgown. He leaned in to kiss her holding the base of her scalp. She brought herself closer until there was less than an inch between them. They continued to kiss and Jason felt his energy peak. He slid his arm under the right side of her abdomen and shifted himself onto his back. Using his strength he lifted her on top. She grabbed the base of the shirt he was wearing and he sat himself up momentarily as she lifted it off his back.

She basked in her view as she rested her head on Jason's chest. She used her fingertip to trace the line of his sternum and he wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. He brushed away a stray hair and got a glimpse of her radiant smile, he knew at that moment that he wanted her, completely. He lifted her chin and again massaged her tongue with his. He grabbed onto the base of her back and cinched is closer to him, their legs interlocked. She repositioned her head and gently nibbled on his earlobe. He ran his fingers over the long of her back, digging them his and she moved onto his neck.

Jason lifted her to a sitting position and tore the nightgown off of her; she used her momentum to swing him around until he was positioned on top. He rested his palm on her breast as he kissed above her shoulder blade. He loosened his belt and she pulled at his jeans then threw the denim across the room. They held each other in a firm embrace. He paused briefly to look into her eyes, and she stared back with the glimmer of life that he held dear. She took a deep breath as he inserted himself into her and she dug her nails into his back as they passionately made love.

They were both left winded. A bead of sweat ran down Carly's forehead as she used Jason's chest as a pillow. She listened to his heartbeats and copied its rhythm as she tapped her fingertip. Jason lay on his back combing his fingers through her golden locks as he watched her fall asleep. He looked at the clock. It was late and he knew that he should sleep. Instead he lay motionless not wanting anything to disrupt the moment. It was as if the lyrics of the Aerosmith song flashed in his head, he watched her sleep not wanting to close his eyes, afraid that he would lose her if he did.