Author's Note: Alright, who wants to kill me? sees all raised hands of faithful reviewers I have no excuses for any of you, so I won't bother in trying to give any. I really hope you all keep reading, even though I've kept you for so long! Hope you like this chapter, considering I had to rewrite it exactly 6 and a half times.
Antonio sat alone in his house after Jason left with Courtney feeling somewhat guilty for not explaining to her who he really was. He'd meant to, he tried to reason with himself. He meant to tell her. It only seemed right after how she had opened up to him. And besides that, didn't she deserve to know?
Getting up from his spot on the couch, he strode over to the fireplace and picked up a picture of a woman, a beautiful woman with brown hair and the greenest eyes he'd ever seen. Those green eyes that he'd fallen for so quickly.
"Lauren," Antonio murmured softly. He only had to look at her to feel the loss come spiraling back. For that night, that horrible night, to come back into his mind, as clearly as if it had been happening at the present moment.
Placing her picture down before the memories became too much for him to bear, Antonio went back to the couch. He really wasn't sure what to do with himself, how did he tell her? How would she react?
Picking up the phone, he thought about calling Courtney, to tell her. But he placed the receiver back down. It was something that he had to do in person.
Tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow, when he went to see Courtney's brother, Antonio would tell her that she didn't only have one brother. She had him too.
"I'm sorry," Jason heard Courtney whisper into his neck. He suppressed a groan at feeling her warm breath on his neck, he reminded himself that she needed to rest.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for," Jason told her as he shifted her in his arms as he placed her on the couch.
"I snapped at you," she mumbled. "you didn't deserve it."
"It's okay," he smiled at her still closed eyes as he placed a blanket over her gently. While she was on the couch, he'd turn on her fans, pull the sheets back so he could easily slip her into bed when he was ready to take her up with him, and get her water bottle.
Sometimes, while Jason was doing paper work, he'd let Courtney sleep on the couch until he was ready to go up himself. She'd say that she just liked to be close to him, and he didn't argue because he was able to keep his eye on her. Make sure nothing bad happened.
Brushing a few strands of hair out of her face, Jason kissed her forehead. Her steady breathing let him know that she was asleep.
Sighing, Jason made his way up the stairs to turn on the fan and fix the sheets. After he'd completed both tasks, he sat on the edge of the bed. Placing his face in his hands, he sighed. He had no right, none at all, to presume that Courtney would go overboard with her pain medication. The thought was ridiculous. She'd learned from that, it had been a long time ago. He'd have to apologize in the morning.
Sitting at his desk, Jason finished up what paperwork he had left. There hadn't been much in the first place, but he'd just felt better having gotten it done than knowing it was waiting. He glanced toward the clock, slowly ticking on the wall next to him. 1:34. Jason looked toward the couch, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth.
Next thing he knew, he was sitting down next to his wife, one hand on hers, one hand resting on her stomach. Jason decided that it was moments like this that he lived for, moments like this that he loved.
Carefully, Jason picked Courtney up and carried her up the stairs and to their bedroom. He placed her down and covered her with blankets. Kissing her cheek, Jason slipped in beside her and wondered if life could get any better.
Author's Note 2- Oy. I know. You all waited all that time for that.I needed to get that out so I could proceed with the next chapter. I can't promise the next chapter until the middle of next week. So, now that you know who Antonio is... how's Court gonna take it? That's the big question isn't it? Stay tuned. :-)
