The puffy white clouds were barely visible through the midnight dark sky but Elizabeth was able to make out a few as she gazed through the window of Sonny's private jet.

She smiled sadly to herself; it was now Jason's private jet.

The war was over; they would all be able to move on. For once the Port Charles Police Department was taking the word of the Port Charles Mafia, they believed that Max and Sam acted alone and would not continue to pursue their investigation. The individuals responsible for Sonny Corinthos' murder were dead, no black lash would be forthcoming and as long as Jason and the others stayed out of trouble Mac and his cronies would not be investigating them.

She thought that the man she loved would be more happier but she could sense the burden on his shoulders as he settled down in a plush leather chair behind her, bringing one leg across his knee, his piercing blue eyes burning a hole through her back.

She turned and gave him one of her most radiant smiles but the haunting look still lingered in his eyes.

"I'm okay," she said quietly.

He nodded and then he looked away.

"You would have tried your damndest but one day it might have come to this," she said as she shifted and turned to face him in the seat. Her fancy dress shoes were haphazardly tossed on the floor by the couch she was perched upon and her legs were pulled up under her body. She was trying to relax as much as possible on the two hour plane flight when in truth all she wanted to do was pace up and down the jet until she reached her son. Her blue eyes became concerned when the words she was saying didn't have the desired effect on Jason, "Jason?"

Jason looked over at her and watched as she patted the seat beside her. He sighed heavily and stood from the chair, making his way over to her and sitting down beside her. She moved closer to him, her tiny hand placed on his chest, her eyes glowing with the love she felt for him.

"I'm really okay."

"You were shot."

"I know but…"

"You murdered someone, Elizabeth."

She pulled her hand away and frowned. She was aware of that; in fact she had uttered the words to Lorenzo Alcazar, telling him that she had shot someone in cold blood. She didn't regret it then, she didn't regret it now and she would not regret it in the future. She just had to make Jason see that.

"You…" she licked her lips as her eyebrows knitted together, "You deal with this nearly everyday Jason. You are forced to make decisions that you have to carry with you for the rest of your life. I had to make that decision tonight and I'm not sorry about it."

"And how did you feel Elizabeth when you raised that gun to Sam and shot her?" he asked, "Where the hell did you even get it?"

"It was strapped to my ankle," Elizabeth said, a hint of a smile on her lips, "I've seen you do that a time or two and I knew Max would never think to check me for a gun. He thought I was too much of a princess."

Jason sighed again running his hand through his hair, "You are too involved in…"

"Whether you like it or not I am in this world and you had better get use to it before I aim a gun at you, Jason Morgan," she said, "JJ is your son and I'm mad about you. We're not going anywhere. If this is where you are, this is where we are."

"Then maybe…"

"No!" Elizabeth said placing both her hands against his chest, "No Jason, you told me that you tried that before and it didn't work. I refuse to be the reason you are miserable with your life. I don't want you to change; I love you the way that you are, no matter what you carry with you, no matter how many ghosts linger at our door."

Jason reached up and traced his fingers down the side of her face, "I never wanted to put you into that position. I never wanted you to have to kill someone Elizabeth, when you do that, it takes a piece of you with it."

"But it didn't," she whispered as she reached up and grabbed his hand, "I aimed, I shot her and I felt nothing, Jason."

"Nothing," he said quietly.

"I was there tonight, I was in your shoes," she said as she twisted her free hand in his shirt, "I was faced with the decision that you are faced with; you must chose between your life and someone else's," she looked away from him, nibbling on her lip for a minute before she looked back, "I know, I've heard, that some people aren't always armed when you…see them but I also know that if you don't…handle things it will eventually come back to haunt you. The situation is always you and them Jason as it was for me tonight. It was you or Sam McCall and it certainly wasn't going to be you," she held his hand in her lip, "So feeling nothing isn't so scary anymore. Sonny's death was vindicated and I saved your life and I would do it again if it had to be done. I lived without you for four years Jason, I can't imagine going on the rest of my life without you."

"What brought you here, Elizabeth?" he asked, "What made you want to become a lawyer?"

"I was surrounded by this atmosphere as protection for your child," she said, "And I fell in love with the people who risked their lives to protect me so I wanted to thank them. I knew that Sonny wasn't about to hand me a gun so I went with the next best thing, I decided to defend them in court and make sure they never went to jail," she smiled softly at him, "I'm going to do the same for you. I know you won't let me stand by your side when your facing down…thugs," she laughed softly, "So I'll stand by you in court and make sure that JJ's father is never put behind bars."

"How did you do it all?" he asked, "Pregnant with your degree, I mean, Elizabeth…"

"Oh I was moody," she laughed quietly, "Johnny and Francis, they avoided me like the plague on some days but it kept me busy, it kept my mind distracted," she sighed, "Granted in the beginning I was doodling pictures of you on my books but I grew out of it when the work became too much. I have a Bachelor's in Art and Business Administration. The Business Administration was what helped me get into Law school."

"And you enjoyed it?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I loved it, being busy," she smiled, "I use to always just work at Kelly's and paint, finally for the first time n my life I felt like I was doing something that was going to make a difference, not that my future artistic work won't," she grinned, "But helping the organization, it feels as if it's something I was meant to do. I gave up on my painting after I received my degree but I blame that on lack of inspiration."

He laughed softly, "Now that your inspiration is back," he smiled, "Can you handle all these jobs? A law school student, a mother, an artist. I don't think I can handle the mood swings."

Elizabeth laughed as she curled further into his side, "I think I can manage it. I mean you are a father as well and you run a Coffee Warehouse and you also are going to be running this organization. You said that you liked numbers Jason, your head is going to be swarming by the end of the month."

"I can handle it, I can handle a lot," he said as he ran his thumb down her cheek, "Can you handle a fourth job?"

"A fourth job eh?" she asked with raised eyebrows, "Counting coffee beans?"

"Being my wife."

Elizabeth sat up on the couch startled, her mouth hanging open slightly as she stared at Jason, his blue eyes darkening, the question lingering. Her jaw was moving but no words were being uttered from her mouth and just when she thought she could get it working again the pilot cut through her hazy thoughts.

"Mr. Morgan we just landed at the airport, the limo is awaiting you outside. I hope you enjoyed your flight and let me know if you need any further assistance."

Jason moved away from her and went towards the door, helping the attendant open it. Elizabeth was left curled up on the leather sofa, stunned.

"Hey," Elizabeth smiled as she hugged Bobbie as tightly as she could with her injured shoulder, "We didn't mean to wake the household up, I know its late."

"I was up," Bobbie smiled, "I put JJ to bed a few hours ago but I'm sure that when you look in on him he will be up as well. How is Carly? Is she on her way here?"

"The pilot is going to be picking her up in the morning," Jason said, "She had to get some things ready."

"That sour puss reply means that she's bringing Lorenzo with her," Elizabeth said with a small smile, "Johnny and Francis have Michael so they'll be here by tomorrow afternoon as well. I can't thank you enough for being here with JJ, Bobbie, Jason and I are so grateful."

"He's family to me, Elizabeth, as are you," Bobbie smiled as she hugged her again, "I'm glad that things worked out and I'm sure we'll talk more over breakfast. I'm really off to bed now," she smiled as she hugged Jason, "I had no doubt that you would keep everyone safe. Goodnight you two."

"Goodnight," Elizabeth smiled as Bobbie slipped down the hall and into her own bedroom. She turned when she heard Jason snort behind her, something he rarely did.

"Little does she know you were superwoman."

"Oh stop," Elizabeth laughed softly as she slapped him playfully and then turned towards her son's room. She knew that they should both be letting him sleep but they had decided on their way here they would peak in on him, just to make sure he was okay.

That and they made a wide berth of the marriage topic.

She could hear the rumble of Jason's laughter when a head popped out from underneath the sheets when the door was immediately opened to her small child's room. JJ then flipped over, looking at them with wide eyes and Elizabeth stepped in smiling, Jason behind her turning on the lights.

"Mama!"

Elizabeth caught him in her arms, not giving a damn about her shoulder wound, holding onto her precious baby and lifting him up in her arms. She couldn't help the tears that streamed down her face and smiled at Jason as he leaned down and placed a kiss on his son's curls.

She was going to make sure that the rest of her life felt as good as this moment.

"I missed you," she choked out, "Let me see you."

JJ leaned back grinning as he looked at his mother, "I washed behind my ears for you, Mama."

"I still see dirt under your nails," Jason said holding up his son's hand.

"That's cause Aunt Carly says your nails are always dirty," JJ said, "And I wanna be just like you Daddy. Aunt Bobbie said it was okay."

"It is okay," Elizabeth said as she placed kisses all over her son's face until he was giggling and begging her to stop, "I missed you so so so so so so so so so much."

"That's a lot Mama!"

"I know," Elizabeth laughed as she handed him to Jason who swung his son into his arms and started towards his child's bed. She smiled and followed him as she watched JJ being placed down in the middle of a huge queen size bed, Jason settling down on one side of him.

"How do you like the island?"

"It's so big," JJ said with wide eyes, "Aunt Bobbie said there's a Casino here but that I was too young to go into it, she said that Michael will take me lots of places that I am able to go into and that you would too Daddy and that'd Mama would probably make me go shopping," he said sticking out his tongue, "But I don't mind, I like being with Mama."

Elizabeth slid into bed next to her son and pulled him in for another kiss, "Tomorrow, all day, you decide what you want to do, your Daddy and I are going to spend it with you, just us."

"Just us?" JJ asked, "Really Daddy? We can go on the boat and then to the beach and spend the whole day together?"

"Right," Jason smiled, "Just the three of us."

"Wow," JJ laughed and then yawned slightly, "Aunt Bobbie said Michael and Aunt Carly were coming."

"They are," Elizabeth said as she pulled the sheets up over her son's tiny body, "They'll be here tomorrow night when we get back from all the places were going to go. Then we're going to stay here for a while, have a nice vacation."

"I like that," JJ said as he yawned again, "I like spending time with you and Daddy," his little eyes started to close before he opened them again and looked at his father, "Daddy?"

"Yes, JJ?" Jason asked.

"Tell me about Italy."

Jason turned his head at the sound of running water in the bathroom. He and Elizabeth had just tucked their son in after a fifteen minute story about the country of Italy. She had told him that she was going to get ready for bed and he nodded, saying that he would unpack a few things before she joined him.

Now he stood in front of a dresser where his clothes were packed with Elizabeth's. He couldn't help but sit down on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

How often had he thought about this? He never knew what it was like to dream before she came into his life and then the images came of him and Elizabeth together, living as a couple, marrying, having children, imagining himself with gray hair and a gun not attached to his waist.

When he closed the door behind him over four years ago he never thought that any of this would happen, he thought that he could simply walk away and let her enjoy the freedom that he bestowed upon her but now he was back where he always wanted to be, with her, and they had a son and she intended on staying by his side no matter what business he was in.

He thought anyway.

He never did receive a response from the statement on the airplane, granted he didn't make it at the most opportune time but his mind kept drifting back, kept wondering if Elizabeth really wanted him. She had moved on with her life, she was with Sonny and yes she loved him but to make the decision to spend the rest of your life with someone just after you got back on speaking terms with them? He wasn't sure if that were possible.

Then again this was Elizabeth, the woman that he loved, she had a heart of gold and a forgiveness level that could be compared with the Man above. She would be the one to take him back; she would forgive him and forget about when he walked away all those years ago.

And he moved on, he let go of the anger, he was with his son now and that was what counted.

Jason stood up from the bed and pulled shirt off, tossing it to the floor on top of his motorcycle boots. Sitting here and thinking about it wasn't solving any matters, he would just wait until Elizabeth brought it up, he would give her the time that she needed to make a decision. She was aware of how he felt, he made it clear.

Hearing the water shut off, his head swiveled towards the bathroom. He had nearly lost her tonight, he remembered watching her crawl up into a ball and then shoot at Sam McCall before she passed out from the pain. He remembered fearing that the mother of his child might die.

Just the mother of his child, not his wife.

Dropping the boxer shorts that Jason had in his hand he made his way to the bathroom, pushing the door open and encountering Elizabeth's back as her hands brushed through a ponytail that she had just fastened on her head. His eyes met hers in the mirror and she smiled before she realized the serious look on his face and then the smile faded.

"Marry me," he said softly.

Elizabeth paused mid-brush before pulling away the styling tool and laying it down on the counter. She gripped the sink with both hands and took a deep breath before she turned to him, tears clinging to her dark lashes, her lips quivering.

"Yes," she breathed.

Jason had her in his arms and was kissing her, passionately, his tongue delving into her mouth as his arms wrapped around her body, pulling her against him. He could feel her tears, tears of joy, falling from her face on his bare chest as her fingers made their way up his body.

She had agreed to spend the rest of her life with him, right now he was going to show her just how much that meant to him.

He was pulling at the straps of her tank top, pulling them down her shoulders and allowing him to move back from her, just an inch, so he could place warm wet kisses on her creamy ivory skin. She sighed as she slipped her fingers in his hair and nipped as his neck gently, sucking the tanned surface with her lips. She moaned softly when he pulled away from her but it was quickly cut off by his lips returning to her own.

Jason's hands found the hem of her shirt and he swept it off of her body, his mouth only parting from hers long enough to proceed with the process of undressing her. His fingers were dancing along the edge of her panties, tickling her as she bumped up against him, causing a low groan to escape his lips.

She teased him, tortured him really, as she pulled away from his passionate kisses, her swollen lips taking his bottom one in her mouth, nibbling on it with her white teeth as her nails dug into his back, her leg wrapping around his jean clad one.

She gasped when she felt him press her back against the porcelain sink and then she felt her body being lifted, her backside settling on the white edge, the cool temperature of the surface causing her to shiver.

That and the heated glare she was receiving from her fiancé.

He kissed her again, placed heated kisses all over her face before he made his way down her body, scrapping his teeth over her neck, making his way towards the valley between her breasts. Then he moved over, his tongue lapping at her nipples as his palm came up and squeezed the creamy mound gently.

Elizabeth let her head fall back against the mirrored medicine cabinet as she moaned loudly, sliding her fingers through his spiky hair and twisting them, pressing his face against her breasts, her body arching against his mouth, silently pleading for more.

He did as her body asked. Jason's mouth lavished her breasts, pleasuring her body and causing her to squirm and buck her hips against the sink she was on. She tried to grip the edge on the sink, for fear that she would fall right off, but he was there, his sturdy arms coming around her waist as his lips moved lower, skittering past her belly button.

"Jason…please," she whispered as she tugged on his head. Right now she wanted to wrap herself around him and love him, foreplay could be held off until her shoulder was healed, he was fully rested and things could really get heated.

He moved to stand in front of her again and her eyes were dark, near sapphire color as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her naked chest up against his own, his lips hovering mere inches from her.

"I…"

"Your showing me," she whispered, "I want to show you too."

He lifted her slightly from the sink and Elizabeth tugged her own panties down, kicking them off with her feet, she wrapped her legs around him and he moved to carry her from the bathroom. He didn't make it far when she leaned in and started to nibble on his ear, he faltered in the doorway and groaned loudly, her hands finding his backside and squeezing.

Suddenly Jason decided the bed would have to wait; he simply couldn't.

Elizabeth cried out when she found herself slammed against the wall, Jason's hands feverishly working between their bodies, trying to get his jeans undone. She was glad to help him, eagerly reaching into the folds of the denim and wrapping her hand around his steel length.

She would forever carry the image of the look of rapture on his face when she touched him.

She ran her fingers up and down his length, enjoyed the harsh panting that was now his breathing and frowned when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She didn't realize the force of her body connecting with the wall caused her wound to open again.

Her eyes met his and she ran her thumb over his tip, feeling his body shudder against hers.

"Take me," she whispered, "Please, Jason, just please…mmm."

Her pleas were cut off with his hot mouth as he reached between their bodies, nudged her thighs further apart and then slammed into her, all thoughts of caution slipped from his mind as his body joined with hers. He had pulled away from her, buried his head in her neck as her cries of pleasure echoed in his ear while he braced himself, letting her meet him thrust for thrust as he continued to pound inside of her.

The ecstasy always came too quickly and he swore one day that he would find a way to prolong it. Right now he felt her fingers twining through his, felt her chanting his name as that inevitable high lingered above him and then something inside of her burst and she clamped herself around him, causing him to loose all self control and spill himself inside of her.

They collapsed into a heap on the floor, bodies still entangled, arms wrapped tightly around each other, breathing heavy, sweat dripping from them.

He reached up and pushed some hair out of her face, smiling slightly at the way her ponytail was now barely holding her hair. His eyes then found the growing red spot on her shoulder and frowned. His fingers gently brushed across the bandage.

"I'll clean this up, I'll make sure the wound is covered properly and the bleeding stops," he whispered as he cupped her cheek, "I'm sorry I hurt you Elizabeth."

"Jason," she said, still panting, letting her forehead drop against his damp shoulder, "You can hurt me like that anytime you'd like."