Bridget sat at a table in a restaurant looking over the breakfast menu. She had a craving for blueberry waffles but after looking at the rest of the breakfast items, she wasn't so sure.
Deacon looked her over while she was trying to make up her mind. She looked so beautiful and had a pregnancy glow about her. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she wore a light blue cotton top with wide straps and a pair of denim capris. All he wanted was for her to stay as happy as she was at that moment. All the Jasons and Dianas of the world as far away from her as possible. "You make your mind up yet baby?" He asked.
"Everything sounds so good." grumbled Bridget. "I want it all."
"Then order it all." suggested Deacon.
Bridget laughed. "Yeah right...I don't think so."
A waitress came over to them. "Hello I'm Daphne...I'll be your waitress." She looked over Deacon approvingly. "Are you ready to order?" She asked.
Bridget was about to give her order when she noticed Daphne checking out Deacon. She frowned. "Do you mind!" She said crossly. "He's MINE. You keep your slutty paws off of him!"
"I'm sorry I didn't mean..."
"Get out of here!" shouted Bridget. "You aren't getting him. He's MINE. You hear me? MINE! Go find your own man you cheap trash!"
Daphne looked at Bridget horrified. "You can't speak to me that way!" She exclaimed.
"Get out of here! I want a new waitress!"
Deacon stood up and went over to Bridget's side of the table. "Bridget...baby..calm down.."
"I am calm." snapped Bridget. "That trashy whore is the one causing trouble."
Deacon kissed the top of her head. "Bridget..relax...I'll handle this..I don't want you getting all worked up. It's not good for you or the baby."
Bridget shot a look at Daphne. "That's right. He said BABY! I'M having his baby."
Daphne glared at her. "Well good for you." She remarked sarcastically.
Deacon frowned. "We would like to see the manager please." He said firmly.
A few minutes later a man in his late 50s came over. "Hello...I'm Mr. McAllister..I'm the manager...is there a problem?"
"Yes there is." Bridget said angerly. "This trashy whore is trying to steal my man."
"I beg your pardon?" Mr. McAllister said confused.
Deacon kissed Bridget's forehead and he turned to the manager. "My beautiful fiancee is emotional because she is pregnant."
"I'm not emotional." Bridget pouted. "She was too after you!"
"Bridget...please let me handle this." said Deacon to her. "We would just like to have another waitress if that's not a problem."
"I want her fired!" exclaimed Bridget.
"Perhaps you would like to dine in one of our private rooms...we usually reserve them for dinner but we can make an exception in this case."
"That would be great." said Deacon. "Thank you."
The couple was lead over to one of the private dining rooms and they went inside. Bridget said down on one of the chairs.
Deacon looked at her. "You okay baby?"
"I'm fine...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to cause a scene." She began to tear up. "I just...with everything...I'm sorry..."
Deacon took her in his arms. "It's okay...I understand."
"I guess I should apologize to that waitress."
"Baby don't worry about it. Come on...let's just eat okay? You'll feel better once you get some food."
"Okay." sighed Bridget wiping her tears. "I'm sorry I'm an emotional wreck."
"Forget about it." said Deacon taking her hand in his and kissing it.
Bridget settled on the blueberry waffles she had been craving and Deacon ordered eggs.
"Listen baby..I have to leave this afternoon..I have some uh...business to take care of."
"Where are you going?" asked Bridget.
"Out of town." replied Deacon. "I'll be back later tonight."
"Oh okay." said Bridget. "I guess that will give me time to work on..." Bridget stopped in mid-sentence. She almost said work on finding out what Jason was up to. "Work on the wedding. You know there are some little details to smooth out.." She picked up a forkfull of waffles and put it in her mouth. She hated lying to Deacon but she didn't want him to know what she was doing. She just wanted to take care of Jason herself.
"Alright." said Deacon finishing his eggs. "You finished?" He asked of her.
"Yeah. I'm done." said Bridget setting her fork down on her empty plate.
The two left the restaurant and Deacon drove back to their apartment. Bridget walked inside and flopped down on the sofa. Deacon sat next to her. "You going to be okay while I'm gone?" He asked.
"I'll be fine." replied Bridget.
"You sure? You're not going to yell at the mailman or anything?" He teased.
"Shut up." grinned Bridget hitting him with a pillow. "I can't help it. That whore was staring at you. I know she wanted you."
"Baby you know you have nothing to worry about. I would never leave you."
"I know that. I love you." She said smiling at him.
"I love you too." He leaned over and kissed her. He let go and brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. Sparks went through Bridget's body as she gazed at him. He kissed her again and then got up. "I better get going. I have to take care of some things at the club and then I need to catch my flight..I'll see you tonight baby."
"Okay. See ya." said Bridget as he left.
She waited until she was sure he was gone and picked up her phone. She dialed the number and waited. "Hi..it's me Bridget...what did you find out?"
"A lot." said the person on the other end. "You have a fax machine there?"
"Yes." replied Bridget as she then gave them the number.
"Good. I'll fax over what I found." Bridget snapped her cell phone shut and hurried over to the fax machine Deacon had on his desk. She waited impatiently as the papers came through. Quickly she picked them up and read them over. "What's this? He ordered a VHS of a movie..Party Girls Come Alive..Why on earth would he want that?" She wondered. She read a little further and saw that he had recently been to Vegas. "What was he doing here?..wait what's this...he visited an apartment...Diana Marshall? Who is Diana..." Bridget froze. No...it couldn't be...not THAT Diana. The one that broke Deacon's heart...the one who never cared...She sat down on the chair of the desk. Why would Jason be visiting her? Bridget logged onto Deacon's computer and did a search of the movie in question. It came up and Bridget was disgusted by the vile content. "Yecch.." She said at the so-called provocative cover. She bravely decided to look at a clip of the movie and saw a young brunette woman obviously drunk or stoned out of her mind. The other girls in the movie referred to her as Diana. "Could that be the same one? Deacon never mentioned...Maybe he didn't know." Bridget logged off the computer not wanting to see anymore of that vile video. Well if Diana was in that movie...what did that have to do with Jason? Was he seeing her or something? Bridget couldn't piece it together. Why would Jason care if Diana was in that so-called movie? Bridget read over the rest of the fax but it didn't give much more information. What in the world was Jason up to?
The doorbell rang and Bridget got up from the chair and quickly shoved the fax into one of the desk drawers. She hurried over to the door and answered. She was shocked to see who was there. That girl from the video!
"Hello." said Diana.
"Hello." Bridget greeted.
"Are you Bridget?"
"Yes..why?"
"I"m Diana. I think Deacon told you about me."
Bridget wanted to slam the door ON her face and tell her to never set her trash foot on her doorstep again but she held back. "What are you doing here?"
"Look..I know you don't want to see me and I get that but there's something you really should know."
"What the hell are you doing here you whore!" shouted Daisy as she arrived.
Diana sighed. "I just came to talk to Bridget."
"Well she doesn't want to talk to you and you need to waddle your fat slutty ass out of here." snapped Daisy. "Now get the hell out!"
Diana turned to Bridget. "Please..if you would just hear me out...this is very important."
"Don't listen to her Bridget." said Daisy. "She's trash."
"Stop it!" shouted Diana. "Will you just LISTEN to me! You need to hear what I have to tell you!"
"We don't "need" to hear ANYTHING from YOU. Now buzz off!" Daisy shoved her back and slammed the door. She turned to Bridget. "I'm so sorry honey." She said. "I had no idea she would have the audacity to show her face here."
"What did she want?" asked Bridget. "She said it was important."
"It's probably not." said Daisy as they walked to the living room. "She a no good liar."
"Did she show up before?"
Daisy sighed. "Alright...yes. At the club. Deacon didn't want me to tell you because he didn't want to worry you. He just wanted you to concentrate on your wedding and everything."
"He should have told me." frowned Bridget. "I'm not a helpless little girl."
"I know that honey...He just wanted to protect you that's all. He loves you and he doesn't want you worrying about Diana. Whatever she's up to..he'll handle it."
"Is that why he left?" asked Bridget. "He said he had business to take care of..He's going to see Jason isn't he? I knew it!"
"How would you know about that?" asked Daisy. "Bridget are YOU up to something?"
Bridget looked down. "Okay...I guess I shouldn't be upset with him...I just wanted to handle Jason on my own that's all. My mom's attorney..Connor Davis...has a private investigator friend...well I hired him and well...I found out something. Jason was here in Vegas. He went to visit Diana. And he ordered some vile video...Party Girls Come Alive...apparently Diana was in it."
"Wait...I'm confused..why would Jason care about that?"
"I have no idea. That's all I found out so far."
"Bridget I think you should tell Deacon this when he gets back."
"I will." said Bridget. "Although he will probably just think I'm "emotional"."
"What?"
"I snapped at a waitress this morning at breakfast."
Daisy laughed. "Let me guess...she looked at Deacon the wrong way."
Bridget grinned. "How did you know?"
"Because I did the same thing when I was pregnant with Justin. I was convinced the teller at the bank has the hots for Brett and that's why she offered him that low rate on a loan. I ranted at her and demanded to see the manager who had assure me that the low rate was a special offer of theirs and they were offering it to ALL their customers."
Bridget laughed. "Oh my..how did Brett react?"
"He just thought I lost my marbles. He then bought me ice cream and I calmed down."
"Hmm...maybe if I try that..Deacon will buy me jewelry..."
"Don't press your luck." said Daisy smiling. "I tried that. Brett caught on."
"Darn." said Bridget.
"Come on...let's go back to my place." said Daisy getting up. "My bridesmaid dress arrived and I want you to see if you think it looks okay."
"Oh okay." said Bridget following her. Bridget shut the door behind them and locked it. "Daisy."
"Yes?"
"You don't think Diana will...she's not going to steal Deacon.."
"Honey there's not a chance in hell of that happening. He loves YOU. Just remember that."
"I will." said Bridget. They headed to Daisy's car and got in.
Bridget was silent as they drove. She was curious about what Diana wanted to tell her. Something told her it wasn't good.