*!* This chapter may be short, I don't know. But it will have you wanting
more. That I promise! This chap. Is for Becca, Daddy Stevie, Omally, and
Sister of the Moon! Just wait and read on! And don't forget to Review!
Also don't forget my other liason story, Save Me, and my P.C. (jack and
Livvie with a little bit of passions) story, Always and Forever. Well,
I'll let you read this! *!*
"Do you think our candles are still there?" She pointed to the statue of the girl. They had cracked the base and hid candles, matches, and other things in there. It had taken a lot of work, but they had done it. Jason cocked his head to the side and shrugged his shoulders with a grin.
"I never checked. I've come out her tons of times since our fight, but I never checked. I just sat and waited," He leaned back and watched her study him.
"Wait for what?"
"Not what. Who. And the who is you," She giggled and poked his ribs.
"You rhymed! Jason Morgan, the new Dr. Seuss!" She laughed and he joined her. He draped his arm comfortably on her shoulders. She got on all fours and crawled carefully towards their hiding spot. She pushed the right stone and pulled the other one out. She reached in and pulled out the contents.
"Blankets, 7 candles, a flashlight, my jacket, spare keys to the penthouse and your bike, and the spare gun. It's all here!" She handled the gun perfectly.
"May I practice?" He debated. She was holding a loaded gun, and if he pissed her off by saying No, She could shoot him and not know why she did it. Or he could let he shoot at the other old statues. He decided to 'help' her shoot. He nodded.
"Only if you let me help you. Okay?" She nodded and he helped her stand. She pressed her body against his, and his fingers overlapped hers while she clutched the gun, and fired. She emptied the gun into 3 different statues, and then turned her attention on the candles. He slid a new clip in and put the gun back in its hiding spot. She was biting her lip in thought.
"A penny for your thoughts, Miss. Webber?" She looked at him surprised.
"Well, Miss. Webber isn't around anymore. I'm Mrs. Morgan. Mrs. Jason Morgan. And I'd take a lighter or matches instead of a penny. Deal?" He nodded and handed her a lighter.
"What were you thinking about, Mrs. Morgan?" He asked with a wicked grin. 'Control yourself, Morgan! She's drunk off her ass!'
"Just that my husband is the sexist man on the planet. And I hid him from our own children for 10 years, because of-"He silenced her with a light sweep of her lips.
"Well, your sexy husband is lucky, because you are so beautiful. Inside and Outside. And I am sure you and your husband have a good reason for hiding him from your kids. But let's not discuss that!" She nodded and returned his kiss with a quick one of her own.
"I do love you, and I forgive you. It took me so long to realize, that I wasn't as mad as I thought I was. You caught me in an awkward position with my ex- fiancée. So, you went and got smashed. I walk in to apologize, and see Courtney hanging off you. Nothing happened between Lucky, and Me. Just like nothing happened between Courtney, and you. No harm, no foul. I forgive you now, and I want you to forgive me. Can you do that? Can you forgive me, trust me, and love me?" She touched his face lightly.
"I was never mad. I have nothing to forgive you for. I've always trusted you, and loved you. I might have been mad for 5 minutes, but after that first drink the anger was gone. And when you walked in yelling I knew you were mad. I forgave you then, and I swear nothing happened between Courtney and me. She wanted something to happen, but I wouldn't let it no matter how drunk I was. I would never betray you like that. You should know that by now! I love you, trust you, and I've forgave you long ago. I always have and always will love you, trust you, and forgive you. But, can you forgive me, Love me, and Trust me forever?" She nodded.
"Yes, I can. I always have and always will!" She squeezed his hand.
"Are you just saying this because you're drunk?" She shook her head.
"No, I am saying this, because I love you. And I want you back in our home, with me and our kids. At least think about it! Please?" She pouted pathetically. And he nodded.
"I'll think about it. I don't want to rush things, and ruin what we have going here. Dance with me?" She nodded and they stood. They danced to their own silent music and enjoyed the feel of each others arms. Jason shut his eyes like Elizabeth. That's why they didn't notice someone creep up behind them with a knife in their hand. They didn't know until Elizabeth cried out in pain and then went limp in Jason's arms.
He cradled her in his arms pleading with her to wake up. He had to get his cell phone and call Sonny or Johnny, but knew if he let her go he might lose her.
Elizabeth might die.
*!* HAHAHA! {Laughs evilly}. I want REVIEWS!!!! Come on, I just stabbed Liz! And you don't know if she is okay (I may end the story and she may die... you don't know... I do!) And you don't know who did it. You have to review. *!*
"Do you think our candles are still there?" She pointed to the statue of the girl. They had cracked the base and hid candles, matches, and other things in there. It had taken a lot of work, but they had done it. Jason cocked his head to the side and shrugged his shoulders with a grin.
"I never checked. I've come out her tons of times since our fight, but I never checked. I just sat and waited," He leaned back and watched her study him.
"Wait for what?"
"Not what. Who. And the who is you," She giggled and poked his ribs.
"You rhymed! Jason Morgan, the new Dr. Seuss!" She laughed and he joined her. He draped his arm comfortably on her shoulders. She got on all fours and crawled carefully towards their hiding spot. She pushed the right stone and pulled the other one out. She reached in and pulled out the contents.
"Blankets, 7 candles, a flashlight, my jacket, spare keys to the penthouse and your bike, and the spare gun. It's all here!" She handled the gun perfectly.
"May I practice?" He debated. She was holding a loaded gun, and if he pissed her off by saying No, She could shoot him and not know why she did it. Or he could let he shoot at the other old statues. He decided to 'help' her shoot. He nodded.
"Only if you let me help you. Okay?" She nodded and he helped her stand. She pressed her body against his, and his fingers overlapped hers while she clutched the gun, and fired. She emptied the gun into 3 different statues, and then turned her attention on the candles. He slid a new clip in and put the gun back in its hiding spot. She was biting her lip in thought.
"A penny for your thoughts, Miss. Webber?" She looked at him surprised.
"Well, Miss. Webber isn't around anymore. I'm Mrs. Morgan. Mrs. Jason Morgan. And I'd take a lighter or matches instead of a penny. Deal?" He nodded and handed her a lighter.
"What were you thinking about, Mrs. Morgan?" He asked with a wicked grin. 'Control yourself, Morgan! She's drunk off her ass!'
"Just that my husband is the sexist man on the planet. And I hid him from our own children for 10 years, because of-"He silenced her with a light sweep of her lips.
"Well, your sexy husband is lucky, because you are so beautiful. Inside and Outside. And I am sure you and your husband have a good reason for hiding him from your kids. But let's not discuss that!" She nodded and returned his kiss with a quick one of her own.
"I do love you, and I forgive you. It took me so long to realize, that I wasn't as mad as I thought I was. You caught me in an awkward position with my ex- fiancée. So, you went and got smashed. I walk in to apologize, and see Courtney hanging off you. Nothing happened between Lucky, and Me. Just like nothing happened between Courtney, and you. No harm, no foul. I forgive you now, and I want you to forgive me. Can you do that? Can you forgive me, trust me, and love me?" She touched his face lightly.
"I was never mad. I have nothing to forgive you for. I've always trusted you, and loved you. I might have been mad for 5 minutes, but after that first drink the anger was gone. And when you walked in yelling I knew you were mad. I forgave you then, and I swear nothing happened between Courtney and me. She wanted something to happen, but I wouldn't let it no matter how drunk I was. I would never betray you like that. You should know that by now! I love you, trust you, and I've forgave you long ago. I always have and always will love you, trust you, and forgive you. But, can you forgive me, Love me, and Trust me forever?" She nodded.
"Yes, I can. I always have and always will!" She squeezed his hand.
"Are you just saying this because you're drunk?" She shook her head.
"No, I am saying this, because I love you. And I want you back in our home, with me and our kids. At least think about it! Please?" She pouted pathetically. And he nodded.
"I'll think about it. I don't want to rush things, and ruin what we have going here. Dance with me?" She nodded and they stood. They danced to their own silent music and enjoyed the feel of each others arms. Jason shut his eyes like Elizabeth. That's why they didn't notice someone creep up behind them with a knife in their hand. They didn't know until Elizabeth cried out in pain and then went limp in Jason's arms.
He cradled her in his arms pleading with her to wake up. He had to get his cell phone and call Sonny or Johnny, but knew if he let her go he might lose her.
Elizabeth might die.
*!* HAHAHA! {Laughs evilly}. I want REVIEWS!!!! Come on, I just stabbed Liz! And you don't know if she is okay (I may end the story and she may die... you don't know... I do!) And you don't know who did it. You have to review. *!*