Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, other than Liam.
Rated: M (Mature)
Warning(s): Slash, Incest, Drug Use, Mob Influence, Murder, Bloodshed, Mental Disorders, Rape, etc.

My son, Liam Alexander Johnson, was born on June 23 at 5:30 AM.

He was absolutely beautiful. The nurse carried him over to me, already swaddled in his little blue baby blanket and dressed in a white onesie and a little blue hat to show that he was a boy. He was wide awake, but totally silent. His wide, dark brown eyes flickered around the room as he took in Dwayne, myself, and the staff at the hospital with awe. We must've looked kind of funny to a little boy who'd never seen a human before.

"Do you want to feed him for the first time?" The little blond-haired nurse asked sweetly. She carried a baby bottle in her hand with an off-white colored formula in it.

I watched as Liam eyed the bottle hungrily. "Yeah. I would like that." I nodded and thanked her when she handed over the bottle and told me how to hold it.

I touched the nipple of the bottle to his little mouth and he opened up almost immediately. He drank about two ounces before he released the bottle and wouldn't take anymore. The nurse explained that it was now time to burp him, so she handed me an unused towel and said to tap his back carefully, but firmly, until all of the gas bubbles were out of his chest and his tummy. I put the towel over my shoulder and started to tap his back.

Liam spit up a little bit, but that was all. The nurse took the towel off of our hands and told us that she would be back in about fifteen to twenty minutes to take Liam to the baby nursery so that I could rest up. I thanked her, before I shifted Liam in my arms so that his little face was toward Dwayne. Liam yawned and I took the binky that the hospital had supplied and stuck it in his little mouth. He looked surprised, but he didn't fuss about it.

I turned to Dwayne, who had a proud smile on his face. Liam was a happy, healthy little baby. That was all that we cared about. "Do you want to hold him, Dwayne?"

"Can I?" Dwayne asked. He almost sounded shocked. I think that he was still in shock about the fact that he had a second chance at fatherhood, especially after what had happened to Summer.

"Why wouldn't you be able to hold him? He's your son." I said with just the smallest hint of sarcasm. "He's just so beautiful and I want you to be able to see him."

Dwayne took the baby out of my arms. "He is beautiful, isn't he? He has your hair."

"He has your eyes." I countered.

"Hello, Liam." Dwayne cooed softly. He brushed the baby blanket away from his face and watched as Liam's eyes slowly fell closed. "We've waited a long time for you to arrive. We're so happy that you're here."

Liam suckled his binky loudly. "Just think. In a few days, we'll be back at home and he'll be in his new nursery. It'll be perfect." I said softly.

"No." Dwayne shook his head. "It already is."

The nurse came back with the baby cart for Liam, his name printed neatly on the side. Hesitantly, Dwayne handed Liam over to the little blond nurse and watched as she put him onto the baby cart. She wheeled him out of the room and left us alone. For the first time, I was hit with the full force of my exhaustion. I fell back on the pillows and watched as Dwayne pulled a chair over and took a seat beside me.

"How do you feel, baby? Are you tired?" Dwayne asked as he brushed the back of his hand over my sweat-dampened forehead. I smiled at the affectionate touch.

"Yeah. I'm exhausted, actually." I turned my head to the side and smiled at him. "But I'm thankful too. I know have a beautiful little boy. It was well worth it."

"I'm very proud of you, baby. Our son is beautiful." Dwayne said sweetly.

Dwayne continued to brush the hair out of my face. "I'm kinda tired. Can I sleep now?"

"Yeah, baby." Dwayne leaned down and kissed my forehead. "You can sleep now."

It was two weeks later that I had to make a trip to Wal-Mart. It was also my first time with the stroller, so I was in for quite a treat. Dwayne had been out with it before and he had even showed me how to use it. It had worked when I did it in front of him, but I wasn't too sure if it would work now that there was a half a mile between us. I parked the Mustang (it had taken me almost two months, but I had finally fixed it up) and stuffed the keys in my pocket.

I walked around to the side of the car and took Liam out of his car seat. Even at two weeks old, Liam was heavier than he was even one week earlier. I shuffled him around in one arm while I kicked at the stroller, trying to open it with one hand. Finally, with a loud snap the stroller opened. I put Liam into the little blue seat with lots of sparkly stars and buckled him in. He cooed and reached out for me, and I put the binky in his mouth.

We walked into the store and started to look for the baby formula. Not only had we burned through our supply of baby formula in the two weeks since Liam had come home from the hospital, but we had also run out of diapers and also needed some new clothes. Dwayne had to work, but I was still on leave from my job at the Snack Bar and at the Bar, so I told him that I would do the shopping. Now, I realized that that may have been a mistake.

"Excuse me." I walked over to one of the employees, who looked a little startled that I had actually called her out. She pointed to herself, and when I nodded, she pulled her earphones out. "I need some help."

"You couldn't have asked someone else?" She asked nastily. I rolled my eyes. Whatever happened to customer service? Finally, when she realized that I wouldn't back down, she sighed. "What do you want?"

"I need to know where the baby aisle is." I said calmly. I really didn't want to have to deal with her.

"It's aisle four." The teen said matter-of-factly. "Next time, read the signs."

I rolled my eyes, but her words had achieved the desired effect. They bit viciously. "Thank you."

I bought two boxes of Pampers, some talcum powder, a box of formula, and some new bottles that I just couldn't let pass by. The bottles had Thomas the Train Engine on them. It all amounted to about seventy-five dollars and I put it on my credit card. I loaded all of the stuff into the bottom of the stroller and rolled Liam out to the car, where we loaded up the Mustang and I strapped Liam into his car seat.

"You ready to drive over to the school and pick up Daddy, baby? And then, we're gonna head back home and pack." I tickled Liam's little feet. "Gonna go see Grandma. How does that sound, baby?"

Liam cooed and kicked his little feet as I checked to make sure that he was secure.

I ruffled Liam's short brown hair. "You're such a handsome little man. Yes, you are. You are. And you know what? You're Grandma is so excited to meet you. She loves you so much already."

Liam smiled and smacked his wet little lips together. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, before I went around to the front seat and slid into the car.

"You ready to hit the road, baby?" I asked.

Liam only continued to smile.

I started the car and was about to pull out and start the fifteen minute drive down to the school, but stopped short when I noticed a note on the dashboard. Confused, I pulled on it and tore the blue painter's tape off of the dashboard. The note was written in a sloppy hand that was uncomfortably familiar. It was my oldest brother, Mark's, handwriting. I looked it over once and felt my blood run cold. But it took once more for the words to really settle in.

We're not finished with you yet. You are ours and no-one, not even your precious Dwayne, can save you from us. Not even your little boy is safe, John. We're always around.

I felt an extreme wave of nausea wash over me. I crumpled the note into a ball and looked around, anxious to see if there was anyone in the near vicinity that seemed to have malicious intent. When I didn't find anyone, the nausea didn't go away. Worried about the safety of Liam more than my own safety, I started to car and sped out of the driveway. I cut off several other drivers, but I didn't really care. I just needed to put that note into the back of my mind.

You know that moment in the horror movie where the dumb girl lets the murderer into the house, finds out he has a machete with him, runs upstairs and locks herself in the bathroom that has no windows and no chance of escape unless she somehow manages to put herself down the drain? Yeah. That's what I felt like now. There was no possible chance of escape. I was totally alone in this.

"What's the matter, Johnny baby? You look kind of sad." Dwayne pointed out. We were both in the king-sized bed in his mother's guest bedroom. He stroked my stomach softly.

"Heh! That's not fair, Dwayne. You know that that…" before I could even finish, Dwayne's hand snaked down and touched my hard-on. "The doctor said that we couldn't have sex for six weeks. You know that."

"He said that we couldn't do penetration. That doesn't mean that I can't blow you." Dwayne said.

I rolled my eyes. "Liam is just in the next room. What if we wake him?"

Dwayne shook his head. "He'd be right next door back at our room too. Would you seriously worry about it that much that you would never have sex with me again?"

"No." I said with a sly smile. "Just after Liam goes to the college."

Dwayne shook his head again. "Please, just let me do this for you? You deserve it after the stressful day you've had."

Briefly, I was reminded of the letter, but then I shook it off. "Okay. You can blow me just this once. But after this time, no touching until the six weeks are up."

Dwayne smiled evilly and I could tell he had no intention of keeping his promise. "Of course."

Dwayne pulled my pants down so that they rested on my hips and took my erection in his hand, slowly pumping it to full hardness. And then, he leaned down and took the fullness into his mouth. He suckled harshly and hollowed his cheeks so that it created more friction onto the hot erection. He moved harshly, trying to create as much pleasure as he could, all the while making sure to be careful of my still-stitched stomach.

I wasn't ashamed of the fact that I came rather quickly. We hadn't touched in over a month and I was kind of deprived. I offered to jerk him off as well, but he shook it off. He was just thankful that I felt better. I never told him about the note, but maybe I should have. Maybe if I had told him about the note, then we would have moved from Cameron and this fairytale would have a different ending.