"Our son," Elizabeth said quietly before smiling softly, "Your son."

Jason nodded as he cleared his throat, trying to rid himself of the motions that threatened to overcome him. He was slowly getting to know his little boy, knowing what he enjoyed for breakfast and how much he really like motorcycles but he wanted to know what he missed, the parts that he wasn't able to see. It was as important as black being JJ's favorite color.

"He's like you in so many ways," Elizabeth said as she settled back onto the couch, pulling her legs up under her, "When I was carrying him he use to kick me, a lot," she smiled with a twinkle in her eye, "He's a very aggressive little boy."

"Are you implying that I'm aggressive?" Jason asked with raised eyebrows.

She laughed and rolled her eyes, "No, you Jason? Never," she then continued on, "He's like me too, he was always moving around inside of me, never staying still for very long." Her fingers came to rest on the heart necklace at her throat, "Sonny use to say that he's a perfect mixture of the both of us."

Jason shook his head in disbelief, "He is the spitting image of you, Elizabeth, right down to the curls."

"He has your eyes," she whispered, "The part of a person that is a window to their soul." Her palms moved down to rest on her thighs, rubbing them up and down, against the worn in denim, "When I found out about JJ, about being pregnant, I decided that I wanted to wait to name him. I didn't know whether or not our baby was going to be a boy or a girl but I did know that as soon as I looked into our little child's eyes I would know exactly what their name would be," she didn't move to wipe the tears away as they started to fall from her eyes, "They laid him in my arms and he slowly blinked his eyes open and I saw them, those familiar breathtaking blue eyes and my heart just melted. I knew that he was you, all you, and in that moment he was named Jason Morgan Junior."

She sighed as she pushed her bangs out of her face and turned on the couch, pulling her knees up under her chin, "We never…well we barely talked about our relationship so children's names didn't come up in any conversation. I wasn't sure if Junior would be okay with you."

Jason shrugged slightly as he looked away from her, "I would like JJ to have his own identity. I don't want him to grow up feeling pressured to be like me simply because he's carrying on my name," he sighed as he ran his hand over his face, "At the same time…" he looked at her, blinking back his own tears, "You cared about me enough to name our son after me."

"I loved you."

It was out before she could stop it and he looked at her with surprise in his eyes. She knew that he didn't know, neither of them ever knew how the other one felt. They spent too much time dancing around it, pretending that if they just said they wanted to be with each other that would be enough. It was never enough for her and it wasn't for him either or else maybe he would've stayed all those years ago.

Jason thought he knew why he walked out, he also thought he knew why Elizabeth let him stay away but one thing that he was definitely sure of, she said that she loved him, something that she had felt three years ago. Right now she was in love with Sonny Corinthos. That was what he had to focus on, that and more importantly his son.

Elizabeth fiddled with a loose bang and cleared her throat before continuing, "I don't think that JJ will ever have a problem finding his own identity. He's part of you and me, which means he has a brilliant mind, a great creative side to him and a temper that makes Sonny looked timid," she smiled softly. "The terrible twos. He use to throw himself down on the carpet in front of the television and yell and scream and demand for his toys and I stopped giving in after a while. I let him realize that throwing a fit was not the way to get things. He eventually calmed down on his own, he seems to still love me…"

"He's crazy about you," Jason said softly cutting her off, "You are his foundation, Elizabeth."

"And he's mine," she said as she leaned back against the cushions, "He's my little angel now despite the appearance of a tantrum or two which he quickly forgets and moves on to happier things."

"Now that is the Webber temper," Jason laughed.

"Hey!" she said as she reached over and smacked him lightly, missing his arm but nailing him in the shoulder, "Have you seen that kid's room? He stumbled upon my painting of you on that motorcycle and declared that he liked it and wanted a bike of his own. Everything became about bikes," she laughed, "They were all over his room, his clothes, the walls, the guards were stepping on the tiny Matchbox ones that we bought him. He recently started asking all types of questions about them and as you may know, I'm very limited on the knowledge of motorcycles."

"Well," Jason said smiling as he turned more towards her, relaxing into the side of the couch, "What did you tell him?"

"That Harley Davidson made them," she said with an innocent look on her face.

He laughed as he rested his arm on the back of the couch, "There's a lot more to them than that Elizabeth, a lot more manufactures as well."

"Like I know that!" she said scoffing mockingly, "And like you, telling him just about Mr. Davidson was not enough so I had to compensate with something."

"Did you make something up?" Jason asked, his eyebrows rising again.

"No," Elizabeth said quietly as she looked away from him, gnawing on her lip for a few seconds before she looked back, "I told him about the wind."

"The wind?" he whispered.

Elizabeth nodded slowly, "I couldn't describe it exactly, part of me didn't want to," she said quietly, "But I told him about the incredible feeling you get when you climb on a motorcycle; this rush of fear and power that races through you as you go zooming up a cliff road, how the wind just howls past you and everything around you disappears," she smiled as she felt herself drift back to the moments where she and Jason escaped everything but each other on the back of his motorcycle, "I couldn't tell him about the road to nowhere, I couldn't tell him that nothing existed in that moment but me and you, I couldn't tell him that riding with you was when I learned the meaning of the word freedom. I just…" she closed her eyes as she felt more tears slid down her face. When she opened them back up Jason was leaning closer, wiping her tears away, "I did tell him that those days, those nights on the back of your motorcycle, were some of the best moments of my life." She laughed gently, nervously as her hand came up to rest against his palm which was now cupping her cheek, "And you know what he said to me Jason? He said, 'I can't wait until Daddy comes home so I can feel the wind.'"

She felt him pull away, his hand moving from her face and back towards his side of the couch but she couldn't release him so she held strong, not allowing the past to interfere between them again. They had come too far to take a step back.

"I told him that one day very soon his Daddy would come home," she whispered, "The more your son grew the more I began to realize that I had robbed both him and you of such a precious gift. I started hating myself," she sighed as she held his imprisoned hand in her lap, "That conversation was three weeks ago. Sonny must have overhead it, that's why he called."

Jason shook his head slowly, "Sonny called about business. He told me that I needed to get back here as soon as I could."

"JJ is your business, Jason." She whispered, "And if Sonny wouldn't have called you I would have. He's…he's changing so much so fast and I couldn't…not any longer. Jason…" she breathed as she closed her eyes and released his hand. This was becoming too much for her, realizing the pain that she had caused by keeping father and son away. There was no wonder that he hated her as much as he did.

"You weren't there when they first came in," she said as she looked at him, her eyes searching his, pleading to give her some kind of leniency even though she knew she deserved none, "But I want you right here with him when his teeth start to fall out."

"I don't want to go there, Elizabeth," he said softly as he reached over an inch or two and entwined his fingers with hers while they rested together on the back of the couch, "It's going to bring us right back to where it all started. I don't want to do it. I don't want to spend the rest of JJ's life laying blame at your feet," he sighed as he pulled his hand away and rubbed his forehead, "I want to know…I want to know when his first tooth came in, when he took his first step, his first bath, the first time he went into the lake, the first time he crawled, the…"

Elizabeth stood up from the couch and made her way slowly to the bookcase Sonny had in the left corner of the room, facing the door. She bent down to the bottom shelf and ran her fingers over a few titles before she found what she was looking for and pulled it out. She smiled softly as she walked back over towards the couch and sat down, shifted her body a little closer and handed him the book.

"I searched every bookstore for one of these and couldn't find one," she said as she pointed out the scrapbook cover that read 'JJ's Baby Book.' "I decided to make my own and here it is. I know is not the same as being here, but I like to think of it as something."

Jason started to flip through the pages, seeing a picture of JJ right after he was born, wrapped up in a fuzzy blue blanket, then came the picture of his first bath, followed by his first doctor's visit, a notation and tiny painted picture of his favorite animal, Boris the bear. The first time he laughed was written down, along with his first real meal which consisted of peaches and sweet potatoes. He saw pictures and notations on when JJ first put a stain on each one of the guards suits and managed to drool all over Alexis' court paperwork.

Everything that Elizabeth could think of was inside of this book. She even took the time to paint tiny pictures of baby animals at the bottom of every page. He noticed that little motorcycles started to appear and that must have been when JJ reached his bike phase. Jason was aware that one day this book would be handed over to his son but he knew, he felt, that this book was done simply for him.

His fingers stopped flipping when he came to a page that read at the top, 'First Word' and stuck between that page and the next one was a piece of folded up paper. He reached down, taking it in his hands and unfolded it slowly, revealing the sketched image of him playing pool at Jake's.

"You kept this," he asked, shocked.

Elizabeth nodded.

"But that night, Lucky saw us and he fought with you, you felt terrible, Elizabeth and…you still kept it."

"I don't have any pictures of you," she said with a small smile, "Carly took everything that she had and well, no one else in this town was speaking to me. I found this with…with my other things and I started showing it to JJ, starting with the day he was born."

Jason ran his fingers over the drawing, the image only visible to him because Elizabeth had made him so life like. She had showed it to their son, she had let JJ know who his father was, she wanted their child to have a vision of him.

"His first word?" Jason slightly croaked.

She leaned over towards him, her chestnut hair slightly brushing against him and he could smell that strawberry shampoo he saw in the shower yesterday morning. He tried to ignore it and follow her finger as it pointed to the small black ink writing at the bottom of the page.

"Daddy," she whispered.

Jason felt something inside of him melt. The anger that always threatened to boil over didn't seem quite as hot anymore. She had kept his child from him, that was a mistake she had come to admit, and there were years that he had lost, years he would never get but, but in return she had given him the most precious gift you could give someone, that same child.

He knew his line of work kept some women at bay. The decent ones were afraid of him and the other ones just wanted to be brag about sleeping with a bad boy. Most times it made no difference to him but lately, over the past few years, he realized how much he missed Michael and the family he once had. No one seemed ready to step forward and bestow the gift of fatherhood upon him, no one except Elizabeth.

The pregnancy might not have been planned but Elizabeth embraced motherhood and the joy of having a child was clearly written across her face. She also embraced the fact that Jason was the father of her son. She didn't tell the whole world but he knew that if someone would ask she wouldn't lie, that wasn't Elizabeth, not the mother of his child. She made sure that his son was aware of who helped create him. She made sure that JJ knew he was loved by Jason, even in his absence.

He realized that Sonny wasn't around to replace him, Elizabeth wasn't going anywhere anytime soon with their son and if she did, Jason knew that he would be the first one to know where they were going and asked if he wanted to come along. He felt himself looking past the years of frustration and pain between them, he looked at the woman he cared for sitting across the couch from him, smiling softly, hope in her eyes, wanting to right a terrible wrong that she had done.

It was time for him to right a wrong as well.

For the first time with her, Jason didn't hesitate, he leaned forward, taking her face in his hands and pressing his lips against hers.

Elizabeth squeaked against his mouth, startled that Jason had made the attempt, made the first move. There had been many times in the past, more times than she could count, where he had tried to kiss her and she pushed him away. Right now, as his warm mouth pressed against hers, his tongue seeking entrance, she couldn't deny him. She slid her fingers through his hair and moved her body close to his.

The familiarity that was Elizabeth Webber. The scent of strawberry and jasmine assailed him as his palms flattened across her back. His tongue swept across hers, then clashed with it, teasing it, dancing together until they felt as if the air was being pulled out of the room.

He was the first to pull back, staring into her eyes, sapphire orbs that held passion in them. He gulped as much air as he could and then went back to kissing her, touching her, moving with her.

Like this night so many years ago she felt the world slipping away, disappearing around them while they moved with each other. She shifted onto his lap but that wasn't close enough, he wrapped one arm around her and was pushing her back, his other hand busy tossing pillows every which way over the side of the couch. Then his body was pressed against hers and she felt him, every male inch of Jason Morgan and couldn't help but quiver in anticipation.

His mind was screaming that this was too damn fast, his heart was yelling that he didn't want to go back there, but his body was ready, waiting, needing to be touched by her delicate hands. He had listened to his head four years ago and his heart was always confused when it came to sweet, tortured Elizabeth, tonight he was going to listen to one thing; her. He was going to give her what she wanted, what she asked for, what she deserved.

Elizabeth was panting as Jason's lips moved to her neck. She felt her leg moving around his, felt his body grinding up against hers, felt herself gasp and then moan softly. She knew they were one step ahead of each other, she knew that they had just reached the point where they could be friendly with each other. Did she really want to ruin it by some indescribable emotion that was overcoming her?

That indescribable emotion that was referred to as love.

But she wouldn't listen to it. Wasn't that the part of her that told her to walk away from Jason all those years ago? Wasn't her mind the one that said the words that she repeated out loud, that nothing could change from them making love? She knew that wasn't true, it would change, everything would be beautiful, everything would be brighter. She sighed as she felt his hands move towards her breasts.

"Elizabeth…" he groaned.

"Elizabeth…"

Her eyes snapped open before the images could assault her, images of she and Sonny on this same couch not that very long ago. She was making love to him, she was in love with him and now she was going to defile that by turning to another man so quickly?

Elizabeth was cursing her heart as she shoved at Jason's chest and managed to squeeze out from under him, scrambling to her knees and then to her feet.

"Elizabeth, what? What happened?" he took a step back when she turned towards him and he saw the pain, the agony that resided in her eyes as fresh tears ran down her face.

"Jason, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to lead you on…" she started to step towards him then stopped and looked at the couch he still sat on.

He stood up and started to move towards her and she took a step back. "Did I do something wrong?"

She shook her head no, her eyes still riveted on the couch, "I can't do this. I can't…not here, not now. Jason," she sighed as she closed her eyes and there was Sonny's face, smiling at her, loving her. Her heart broke all over again.

"I'm sorry, God I'm sorry," he said coming towards her and taking her elbows in his hands, "Elizabeth, I should have known. I didn't think, I wasn't here for the…"

"Betrayal," she whispered as she opened her eyes and looked at him, the agony still very clear, "You weren't here when I gave up on you and fell in love with him. God, I wish you would just hate me, it would make things so much easier," she groaned pushing him away again.

"Elizabeth this isn't easy for me," he said his eyes following her as she started to pace, "I told you that love just sneaks up on people. I didn't expect it with Robin, I never expected it with Carly and with you…Elizabeth…"

"I didn't mean to," she said softly as she stopped pacing and turned to look at him, "Jason you were all I could think about, all that I wanted for two years. Two years it took me to let another man…" she shook her head, "Before anything else he was my friend and I can't…" she waved her hands around, "This is our home, this is where he wanted us to make a home," she sighed again as she pounded her fingers against her temples, "And I know what he was trying to do and I know that he would want us to be together because that's Sonny and he knew how I felt about you he saw the pain I was in but damn't, the damn guilt."

She slammed her hands on the table and her shoulders began to shake, her tear drops falling upon the freshly polished wood. She felt him before his hands touched her arms, turning her towards him and then engulfing her in an embrace that wrapped around her very soul.

"I'm hurting you," she mumbled against his chest, "I'm so tired of it, Jason. I want to let you go, be with Sam or Carly or whoever you want to be with. I'm not going to ask you to wait around for two more years."

He sighed as he rested his chin against her head, "I can't promise that I will. Neither of us can promise what will happen tomorrow, Elizabeth. We've tried, numerous times to figure us out and it just doesn't seem to want to get figured. So," he said stepping away from her.

Elizabeth looked at him, wiping the tears from her eyes. She could understand why Sonny would push so hard for them to get together, or back together. Jason Morgan treated her like no other. If she were standing in a room with any other Joe or even Lucky Spencer for that matter they would've hung their heads in defeat and trudged off but Jason, Jason stayed and held her and as much as it hurt him he tried to understand.

If she could never have his love, Elizabeth made a vow to always have his friendship.

"You should know that nothing in my life is easy," Jason said and then backtracked, "Nothing in this life, our life, is ever easy," he indicated the penthouse and the world that surrounded him, "I didn't mean to make you cry on your birthday."

She laughed softly as her eyes lightened somewhat and the tears ceased, "I'm okay."

"I know what will make it even better," Jason said moving away from her and heading towards the door, opening it.

Max looked up from a book that he was reading, "Jason, I thought everyone was in bed already."

"Max, I need a favor," Jason said as he pulled Elizabeth's coat out of the closet, "How do you feel about babysitting?"

Max shrugged, "I can handle it. If he wakes up I'll take care of JJ."

"I knew that you would," Jason said as he helped Elizabeth into her coat and then reached for his own leather one. He was pulling her out of the door and pressing the elevator button before she could open her mouth to speak.

"Jason, where are we going?" she asked somewhat amused as she followed him.

"Nowhere," Jason said with a smile as he pressed the button for the garage on the elevator, "Fast."