Nicole- Thanks! So glad you enjoyed the Chips Ahoy part! And actually, while I was writing the Sonny/Antonio conversation, I was trying to picture Sonny in my head and… he does put his hand on his chin a lot. Heehee. Thanks for the review, I so enjoyed reading it!

Emmalee05- Glad you noticed how key Antonio was about telling Courtney and the others. I was really going for that. Thanks for noticing, and for the awesome review!

Pureevil- Ah, wondering about Lauren? The truth about her is coming out, very soon. Thanks for reading!

Luvthemorgans- I'm happy that you liked the Michael part! I loved writing that. Thanks for the amazing compliment! It makes me happy that you think I have talent.

Leanna- Thanks for your review, Babycakes! I've got lots and lots to reveal about Antonio coming up!

Asia- Typical Sonny is right. Sometimes I hate him, other times I love him… and I write him as such. Or, I guess you could say, like the pain in the rear end he is! Thanks for your review, I'm so glad you're reading!

Anyways, thanks a million for all the reviews guys! I get so inspired by them! They make me want to go on an updating spree! (who knows, maybe I will) ;-)

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As Jason held the door open for Courtney, she stepped into her home. She couldn't really say what she was feeling, the news was so sudden. She had another long lost brother? How many more relatives did she have, but didn't know about?

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Courtney heard Jason's voice as he shut the door and led her to the couch. "Yeah, I think I need to."

Relieved that she wasn't going to block him out, Jason said, "Good. Just sit tight for a second. I'll be right back."

Courtney watched as her husband wandered into the kitchen. She was a little thirsty, she admitted to herself. Maybe a little hungry too, she had meant to take one of those cookies from the tray at Sonny's, but forgot after Antonio had told her…

"Here." Jason handed Courtney a glass of milk and placed a sandwich, presumably peanut butter and jelly, in front of her.

"I would have made the sandwiches," Courtney began as she took a bite and watched the jelly ooze cheerfully out the side.

"They're my specialty, remember? And you're the one with the new found brother, not me. If I ever discover that I have a long lost sibling, you can make the p.b & j's," Jason smirked at his wife, she was practically inhaling her food. "Drink your milk."

Ignoring the order, Courtney said, "I don't remember the last time that I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." Courtney's eyes smiled up at Jason. But Jason could see the fear behind the light, the confusion.

"They're good for the soul," Jason said, putting a rough hand to her smooth, flushed, cheek.

"I thought that was chicken soup."

Using his thumb to tuck the stray blonde hair behind her ear, Jason murmured, "Just go with it." And he kissed her on the cheek.

Sighing, Courtney set down her plate. It was empty except for the crust and crumbs. "You can't make this better for me, Jason. It's something I have to do on my own."

Jason gathered his wife into his arms and kissed the side of her head. "That's not to say that I can't be there for you, Courtney. I'm going to protect you and our baby, no matter what."

Courtney pulled away, only a enough to look into her husband's eyes. "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. I love you, and this baby." He placed a hand on Courtney's protruding stomach and drew small, lazy circles with his fingers. "I'm not going to let anyone, or anything, take you away from me again."

Courtney felt the tears begin to form in the back of her eyes, and she pressed her face to Jason's chest. She could feel him rubbing her back, kissing her hair. Courtney knew that he'd always be there, unconditionally. She could tell him anything. "I have a lot of questions."

Jason knew that she was referring to Antonio, and he allowed himself a scowl that she couldn't see. He didn't have a reason to not trust him. "I'm sorry I don't have the answers. I've already got Myers doing a background check on him, and I'm going to find out everything about this guy."

"I'm worried. I'm positive that he really is my brother, but what if he's still working for Sandoval? What if it was all a trick? I can't go back there, I can't be taken from you again." Courtney began to sob quietly into Jason's chest.

He automatically tightened his grip on her. Of course, he'd thought of that already. He'd take every necessary precaution before letting her be with Antonio, alone. He could formulate a plan later, right now, his wife was upset. "No one is ever going to take you away from me. I promise." He kissed her head and pulled her back just enough to look into her eyes. "No one is going to take you away from me. I'm not going to let that happen."

Courtney slowly nodded, and she realized that she believed him. It had been his eyes, that had first drawn him to her. But now that she knew them, she saw the determination in them, the love. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I need you."

Standing up, he took her hands. "I'm right here."

She gazed deep into his eyes and blinked back the tears. "I know you are."

"Come on upstairs, and I'll show you."

Knowing what he was implying, Courtney smiled. "Peanut butter and jelly and sex, all in one day? You really know how to make a woman's knees turn to jelly. No pun intended."

"Not every woman, only you."

"How do you always know? Am I that easy to read?" Courtney let him lead her up the stairs, and into their bedroom.

"I just love you, that's all." And Jason pulled her close, and kissed her.

He hoped that she'd sleep for a few hours, so he left her in the bedroom with the shades drawn against the sun, and her fans spinning away the heat and providing her with that old childhood comfort.

He had checked on her several times, and she was always in the same position that he'd left her. The background check on Antonio had come in. Jason figured that Courtney didn't know the man's last name, because it would have rung bells in her head. Alcazar.

Jason almost laughed at the irony of the situation. Another Alcazar? One they didn't know about? Jason didn't understand how he could have slipped under their radar. And what about Lorenzo? Did he know that he had a nephew?

Thumbing the folder in his hands, Jason sat down at his desk. How was he going to tell Courtney? She didn't need the stress, not with the baby due in six short weeks. He really didn't want to go behind her back, but maybe if he met with Antonio before she did… he could get the answers he needed. Like the name of his father, the reason he's in jail, and why he never told Courtney his last name.

Jason picked up the phone, and dialed.

Antonio was woken up by the shrill ring of his cell phone. Still groggy, he somehow got to it in time and answered.

"Alcazar."

"This is Jason Morgan, I need to meet with you."

Antonio recognized his error immediately. How could he have been so careless in answering his phone? But he didn't hear surprise in the man's voice.

"Oh, uhm, alright. Will Courtney be joining us?" Antonio rubbed his face with his hand.

"No. And unless I say otherwise, you won't tell her about this meeting. Understand?"

He noted that the man sounded frustrated. Not angry, more like fear and confusion. "I understand."

"Good, meet me at the park in an hour." Hearing the man's breathing get heavier over the connection, Jason added, "I only want to ask you some questions, you know, get to know you so I'm positive that you won't hurt my wife." Antonio was glad that Courtney had a man in her life that loved her so much, and would do anything to protect her. "I'll be there."

Jason hung up the phone and slowly made his way up the stairs. Once he reached the bedroom, he sat on the edge of the bed where Courtney was still sleeping. Pushing a few of the blonde tresses out of her face, he kissed her forehead and whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm only trying to protect you. I love you so much." Jason kissed his wife one more time before heading back downstairs to grab his gun, just in case he ended up needing it. He'd had enough experience with Alcazars to know that the apple never fell far from the tree.