Hi Everyone! I know I haven't updated in a while and I'm not going to try and make excuses for why I haven't. But all I'm going to say is that senior year of high school isn't a picnic. So I am going to update Morgan's Love soon. The only thing is that I was just sitting in class one day and this story just popped into my head so I'm going to start it and you guys can tell me should I continue or not.

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Disclaimer: Right now I wouldn't want the show the way it is now

Summary

Seven years ago Jason Quartermaine married the young and pregnant Elizabeth Webber when his brother had abandoned her. But now AJ Quatermaine is back in town and the two brothers are competing for the same woman. Who will Elizabeth choose?

Character Summary:

Elizabeth Webber-26, home maker/part-time postal clerk. When she was 18, pregnant, and desperate, Liz let herself be talked into a convenient marriage with Jason Quatermaine. But now, years later, she is hopelessly in love with her husband...and fears he'll never return that love, especially since he seems so ready to cast her aside when his brother unexpectedly returns to town.

Jason Quatermaine-37, horse trainer. Jason fell like a ton of bricks for young Elizabeth Webber when his irresponsible brother left her alone and pregnant. But Jason believes that Liz still loves AJ, so when he unexpectedly returns to town, Jason is reluctantly prepared to step aside if only to see her be happy. He doesn't count on it being quite so difficult to let go.

AJ Quatermaine-29,computer system analyst. A love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy, AJ unwittingly left young Liz alone and pregnant to sow his wild oats and forge his career. Unlike his brother Jason, AJ has never been the family type, but when he unexpectedly returns to his hometown to accept a job there, he intends to settle down.

Chapter 1

"I suppose you heard."

"Hmm?" Elizabeth Webber finished folding the last bath towel and added it to the neat stack sitting atop the shining oak dresser. She wanted to get the laundry put away so she wouldn't have to do it the next day before going to her part-time job at the post office. Waiting for him to elaborate, she glanced up and in the wide mirror over the dresser saw the reflection of her husband, Jason, standing on the other side of the bedroom. He'd unbuttoned his chambray work shirt and as she watched, he yanked the tails from his jeans and shrugged out of it, balling it up in his fist.

He wasn't looking at her, though, and she stifled a longing little sigh at the sight of Jason's bare chest. Her husband was nothing if not a magnificent-looking man, though he'd likely figure she'd lost her mind if she told him so. She scooped up the stack of towels and walked past him to the linen cupboard tucked in a corner of their bathroom. She juggled the high stack and opened the door. The shelves were jumbled, as if Cameron had been rooting through for one of his toys. She knew it was more likely that it was Jason who'd left the disorganized mess. He did that when he was searching for an old towel to turn into a grease rag for whatever engine he was trying to fix around their small spread. She spied a relatively neat corner and began fitting the stack of clean towels into it. "Heard what?" Jason didn't immediately answer and she raised her voice a little. "You suppose I heard what?" She glanced over her shoulder, hearing Jason's soft footfall behind her. AJ's back," he said in his quiet voice. Liz blinked. She was aware of a slow tumble of pale blue and peach terrycloth as the towels she'd been putting away slid from the shelf to the cool white-tiled floor. Her stomach clenched. "I...excuse me?" Jason watched her, his deeply brown eyes unreadable. "You heard me." She swallowed. She'd been married to Jason for nearly seven years now. In fact, their anniversary was just a few days off. She'd knitted him a cable-knit sweater in a beautiful silvery gray color. It had taken her months and she'd had to bribe Cameron with a bag of chocolate-covered peanuts to extract his promise that he wouldn't tell his daddy what she'd been working on every afternoon between the time she picked him up from school and when she put on dinner before Jason came in for the day. She reached for the towels, automatically refolding and stuffing them in the cluttered closet. One of these days she'd pull everything out and organize it properly, she thought stupidly. "How, uh, how do you know? Did you see him? Talk to him?" Did you tell him about Cameron? She wanted to ask the question but didn't. Couldn't. "Monica told me." Elizabeth relaxed a little. Monica Quatermaine was Jason's stepmother, having married his father when he was but a teenager. "So he's in Port Charles, then. At Monica's." A few safe hours away from Pine Valley, where she and Jason and their son, Cameron, lived. Their son. No matter what circumstances had led to Cameron's birth, she considered Jason to be his father in every way that counted. She believed that Jason felt the same. She realized he hadn't answered her. "Jason? AJ is...in Port Charles. Isn't he...?"

To be CONTINUED.

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