Part VI
Six-Twenty-nine.
Six-Twenty-nine. Three white digits with a black background. Centered over the metal door frame of Cameron's room. The small plague stood out against the pink wallpaper of the hospital.
For the last few minutes, her eyes had been fixed on the three white bold numbers. Her mind was streaming with stupefying thoughts that shook her to her core. After speaking to Steven, she had wandered off in the hospital with no exact destination. In a trance, she had roamed the halls, her body growing old with every second. The thoughts kept coming as she had walked around, thoughts that never occurred to her. Never seemed possible. Her mindless wandering had led her back to her son's room. Her detached mind snapped to attention at the moment that she saw a familiar silhouette in the room. All she had to do now was enter the room.
Inhaling deeply, Elizabeth tore her gaze away from the three digits that taunted her and gripped the cold metal door knob. She closed her eyes and willed herself to enter the room. Her son's life depended on it. Reminding herself of that, Elizabeth carefully turned the door knob, already aware of what laid in wait for her on the other side.
Immediately, the blonde haired enforcer that sat keeping watch over her son looked up. He gave her a small encouraging smile.
Elizabeth attempted to return the smile with a grateful one, but failed miserably.
Shutting the door behind her, Elizabeth moved towards Cameron's hospital crib. Her eyes grew moist as she gazed down at him. He looked so much weaker. Brushing his soft russet hair out of his face, the young mother turned to face the other occupant of the room.
Elizabeth's heart thundered in her chest as her eyes connected with Jason's soft cerulean ones.
Slowly, he rose from the couch and his eyes narrowed in concern. He could always see through her.
"Hey," he murmured as he gathered her into his strong arms. "What's wrong?"
Instantly, Elizabeth buried her face in his chest. She inhaled the fresh outdoor scent that was only him and enjoyed the few moments in his warm embrace.
"Are you sad that Cameron and you are spending Christmas here?"
She shook her head against his chest as she stared off at Cameron's crib. "I have you and Cameron, that's good enough for me," she murmured against his chest.
"Is there anything I can do?"
Once again Elizabeth shook her head.
"Does it have to do with Cameron?"
Placing her chin on his chest, she looked up at him reluctantly; she cautiously opened her mouth to speak to only be interrupted by a tentative knocking at the door.
Emily walked in followed by Carly and Sonny—all still in their yellow hospital gowns and latex gloves.
All three smiled timidly. Emily took the lead and announced their presence, "We come bearing gifts." She winked at Jason as she set down a pile of books. "I've got books."
Carly followed. "Change of clothes."
"And my specialty food." Sonny waved his hand like a magician over the covered Tupperware he held.
"I've forgotten something." Jason's sister exclaimed, smacking her forehead. "Never fear, the sane Quartermaine shall be back."
Emily's childish behavior was received by Jason's husky chuckle. Elizabeth shifted in his arms and faced the couple that watched them intently. She smiled meekly. "Thank you."
The older couple nodded in acceptance.
"We thought since you both are determined to stay in this hospital until Cameron is released, we would bring you much needed necessities," Carly explained.
Taking the clothes that his wife held, Sonny set them down and turned back to face the young couple and gave them a teasing smile. "And from past experience, I know for a fact you two can forget to eat regularly."
"More so Jason than Elizabeth," the once blonde added.
The older couple's comments were received by soft chuckles.
Sonny smiled kindly at the occupants of the room. "It's Christmas and the best needs to be made of it."
Nervously, Elizabeth began nibbling on her lower lip. "Carly, Sonny…" She had their undivided attention. "Can you please look after Cameron for us?" She couldn't put it off any longer.
Jason gave Elizabeth a confused look as she broke away from him and clasped their hands.
"Don't worry about it," Carly waved it off.
"It's the least we can do," the mob boss added, already moving towards Cameron's crib.
"Thank you, we won't be long," Elizabeth called out her gratitude as a befuddled Jason followed her out of the room.
The married couple wrapped their arms around each other's waist and watched the young couple drift out of the room. They knew what Jason and Elizabeth's past together had held. Both of them pondered what the obscure future held for the two.
They walked in silence as Elizabeth led Jason down the hospital corridor. Still hand in hand. The parting afternoon sun glided down across the sky, darkening the hallways they traveled through.
Inhaling deeply, Elizabeth stopped in front of a familiar set of heavy wooden doors. Looking over her shoulder, she found Jason watching her curiously. Smiling sadly, she released his warm hand and entered the Chapel. She waited until Jason trailed in after her to take in the holy room that lived among the chaos of General Hospital.
The candles lighted by family members for a loved one, glimmered in the dim room. The soft fragrance of myrrh filled her senses, giving the room a sanctified peacefulness. Standing in the room only brought back memories that she had pushed away that only came roaring back with force.
Wordlessly, Elizabeth moved towards the bank of candles that lined the front of the chapel. She moved passed the cushioned pews. Down the red carpeted aisle. Past the floral arrangements that adorned the room. Reaching the flickering candles, she kneeled down gingerly and reached for a stick, lightly touched one end to a flickering flame. The wooden stick blazed immediately.
Lighting a lone candle that sat unlit, she softly blew against the lighted stick and laid it down. Rising her elbows to the tabletop, she clasped her hands and bowed her head with her eyes closed in hushed prayer. "Please God don't take my son from me."
She murmured, "Amen," as a tear slipped down her pale cheek.
A gentle hand on her shoulder had Elizabeth rising off her knees and brushing away the tears that she had once held back. Tugging the yellow hospital gown she wore back in place, she began to fiddle. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as she chewed on her lower lip.
"Elizabeth," Jason's voice was only a few inches away from her.
Looking up to lock eyes with his, Elizabeth felt the remorse in her begin to grow. Thinking of Cameron, she took in a deep breath and spoke with uncertainty. "Steven gave me a diagnosis of Cameron's condition." Her voice sounded feeble and lost to her. "He has anemia, his body isn't producing the blood cells he needs."
"Did he give you any treatment options?"
She saw the hope in his eyes for her son that only caused the storm in her to exacerbate.
"Yes…one opinion—the fastest one is a blood transfusion."
Jason thought for a moment before he spoke. "Then what's the problem?" His eyes narrowed in worry.
Slipping out her hands from her pockets, Elizabeth began to fiddle with the sleeves of the oversized hospital gown while finding her loafers very intriguing to look at.
Gently, he rubbed her arm and closed the distance between them.
"Elizabeth," his voice was so soft. "I know there is something wrong. What it is, is the question? Is Cameron's condition worse than Steven thought?"
She felt hot tears gather in her eyes, but blinking them away she braced herself. "Cameron has been placed on the Red Cross's donor list. He has a blood type that doesn't match mine and is one of the rarest out there."
Pondering her next words, Elizabeth tried to get her bearings together. She had the urge to break down in Jason's arms and cry and another part of her wanted to flee the room from fear. "I'm an A-," she murmured to herself more than him.
He's concerned features remained unchanged.
Gathering what little strength she had Elizabeth leveled her eyes with Jason.
Taking in shallow breathe, Elizabeth continued with the puzzle that had recently fallen into placed in her mind. "Cameron isn't Zander's."
Jason's eyes grew wide in surprise. She watched as his electrifying blue eyes filled with question. His brows furrowed. His forehead wrinkled. His shoulders fell.
A tear rolled down her cheek. And the thought that had spiraled in her mind since the moment everything had clicked in her mind, finally formulated on her lips.
"Jason, Cameron is yours."
The words had barely passed her lips when the blaring alarm went off.
"Cold blue." A voice thundered through the hospital PA system. "Cold blue," an urgent voice repeated. "Cold blue. Room six-twenty-nine."
"Cameron's room," Jason whispered.
One minute Jason had been staring bewilderedly down at her, the next he was flying through the heavy wooden doors of the hospital chapel with her at his heels. Nurses that flashed by her barely registered in her mind as a powerful hold of fear wrapped around her heart. Reaching the hallway in front of her son's room, Elizabeth was immediately meet by a panic-stricken Carly.
"I'm so sorry," she apologized frantically. "We were watching him one minute and his eyes flickered. Then, the machines just went off and Steven came running into the room. I'm so sorry."
The older woman's words barely registered in her mind as she moved towards the observation window of Cameron's ICU. Her body trembled as tears streamed down her face and sorrow filled her body.
She watched as Steven pushed a nurse out of his way and grabbed the child sized difibulator and began working on Cameron. Her son's small body jerked under the shock. She saw Steven's mouth move as he yelled commands at the team surrounding him. Emily stood besides Cameron with an injection inserted in one of her son's tubes. The young brunette spoke frenetically as she helped the attending as her eyes remained riveted on Cameron's vital monitor.
The young mother's heart stopped at the ear piercing beep of her child's heart monitor.
As the ICU room turned chaotic so did Elizabeth's insides. It became difficult to breathe as she saw the frenzied movement in her son's room. Her lungs felt heavy as her vision blurred with more than just the waves of tears. Taking in deep breathes Elizabeth fought to stay awake. Her attempts were hopeless as her body swayed. Her knees buckled as the world tilted on its axis.
A strong set of arms caught her in midair as her legs gave out from under her. Her agonizing sobs racked through her small frame. A soft hand brushed against her forehead as her breathing began to even out and the world righted itself. The tears continued to fall as she thought of Jason and what she had done to him as well as her son.
The strength returned to her legs as she straightened in someone's arms. Looking around, she found Carly at her side with concerned eyes as the older woman brushed the curls out of her face. The arms that she was safely held in belonged to Sonny.
"You okay?" Carly murmured placing a paper cup that Max had handed her in Elizabeth's small hands.
Unconsciously, the petite brunette nodded her head.
"She looks too pale," Sonny stated. "You should sit down Elizabeth. Max, can you get find a chair for her?"
Vaguely, Elizabeth was aware of the guard nodding his head and turning away.
The sound of a door opening followed by movement and a steady beep brought relief rushing through Elizabeth. Straightening in Sonny's arms, Elizabeth broke away and rushed for Cameron's ICU. The married couple followed, concerned for the young couple and child.
Entering the room, Elizabeth came to an immediate halt at the unmoving figure that blocked her path. Jason stood inert in the middle of Cameron's room with his steady gaze on her—correction—their son. The tense set of his shoulders and the demeanor that rolled off him in waves kept Elizabeth in her place.
Steven hovered at Cameron's bedside as he finished his notes on his nephew's charts. He congratulated Emily for her job well done and expressed his gratitude for her help. The two young doctors exchanged thoughts on their patient as well as relative. Both of them sighed heavily as they turned to face the entourage that had piled into the ICU. Both sets of eyes tired and regretful.
Emily reached for her brother, but her hand hung in midair as took in her brother's face. There was fretfulness mixed with pain marred across his face as his piercing blue eyes remained riveted on Cameron. There was an emotion in his eyes that made little sense to her. Anger.
Crossing his arms over his wide chest, Jason squeezed his eyes close and pinched the bridge of his sharp nose. "Steven, what happened?"
Steven's bewildered eyes turned to Elizabeth, questioning her silently.
The petite brunette nodded her head in agreement, her eyes prodding her brother to answer the question.
"The lack of blood formation in Cameron's body led to his heart working harder for all his organs to receive blood." Steven swallowed harshly as he pondered his next words. "His heart is young and therefore stopped beating from the amount of work it did. He needs that blood transfusion or…or his organs may shut down."
Elizabeth gasped as Jason's face drained of color.
"I spoke to the Red Cross they don't have a donor, but they're searching," Emily said sadly.
"Jason," Elizabeth breathed as she clutched at his arm. "You're an AB-," she took in a deep breathe, "And so is Cameron."
"That's great," Carly said from behind them. "Cameron will be just fine then."
"It's a Christmas miracle," Emily said, hooking her arm with Steven's, a bright smile playing on her face.
The young couple vaguely noticed the others around them as their eyes were fixed on the other.
Her eyes pleaded him to understand.
His eyes became open and then steeled as he yanked his arm free. "Where do I give my blood?"
"I'll go setup a room," Emily said moving around Steven.
Steven closed the board he held. "I'll prep you Jason."
The two doctors moved towards the married couple as they set out to complete their tasks.
Jason turned to leave, but only stopped in his tracks, the petite brunette blocking his passageway. There was a new hope in her eyes as she gazed up at him.
"Thank you so much," she murmured reaching for him.
He took a step back.
Her brows furrowed, but she continued. "You don't know how much this means to me."
His eyes were cold as they looked down at her. "I'm doing this for my son," he said curtly. Then, he brushed by her without glancing back.
He froze in the threshold of the room as Steven moved past him. The doctor patted him on the shoulder as he exited the room. The ICU was blissfully silent with the exception of the soft beeping of the monitors. The moon shined through the open shutters, casting the room in a soft glow. His sole attention drifted to the young child that remained oblivious to his surrounding.
Jason took in a deep breathe before taking wary strides into the ICU. A stool now sat beside the crib and a pole with a bag of blood hung beside it. The bag of crimson blood was connected to a tube that dripped into his son. His son. The thought still amazed him that the young child he had come to love over the past few weeks was his.
Through the tissue fabric of the hospital gown he wore, Jason fingered the cotton swab that covered the small puncture wound in his arm. The wound was from the needle that had filled the bag of blood that was now filling Cameron. The same blood that coursed through the child was his. His son had the same blood type as him, but the blood could be rejected or no help at all.
Taking a seat on the stool beside the crib, Jason gazed down at the young child with his eyes still closed. Cameron still wore the oxygen mask; Steven had decided to leave it on until his patient woke up. The railing of the side of the crib was drawn down by Steven earlier to inject Cameron. Reaching over, Jason combed his latex gloved hand through Cameron's soft hair. The color was starting to return to Cameron's skin, which was a good sign, but until he woke up the child wouldn't be through the woods.
Moving closer to Cameron, Jason took hold of one of his son's limp hands. He took in his young features, the difference in size between their hands. The way their skin color contrasted. The feel of holding his son's hand in his for the first time, knowing that he was his. Gently, Jason stroked his child's hand. He murmured, "Hi Cameron," his voice thick with emotion.
A lump began to form in his throat with every second that he watched Cameron. Swallowing thickly, he continued, "Some things have happened while you've been sleeping. I found out something I could never have dreamed off."
His eyes burned.
"I'm your Dad," he whispered to the slumbering child.
His nose began to sting.
The memories began to fill his mind.
Another hospital room.
Another child.
Fear.
Anger.
Confusion.
Heart break.
Agony.
Grief.
"I know you don't feel very well now, but hopefully you will soon." Cameron's hand began to grow warm under his soft touches. "It's Christmas Eve today, I've never really seen the use of the holiday, but I get it now. It was when a miracle had occurred and now I received my own miracle—You." Jason licked his lips as fought to breathe. "I want to read travel books to you. Tell you about Italy and Egypt. Play toss and teach you to swim. Tuck you in for bed. The only way that can happen is if you fight."
His vision blurred.
Jason's index finger slipped into Cameron's small fist.
"You need to fight for yourself."
A lone tear slipped down Jason's cheek as he let the tears he held fall. Placing the side of his face beside his son, Jason Morgan cried. Cried for his son as he struggled to breathe. Cried for missed time.
A gentle touch had Jason rising his head up in incomprehension. Cameron's small fist had closed over his finger. Jason held his breathe as he watched in slow motion as Cameron struggled to open his eyes. Slowly they fluttered open and Jason found himself looking into the same shade of blue as his very own.
Thunder clapped in the sky as the rain continued to wash over them. The moon was veiled by vast dark clouds; the only light she saw was that of the motorcycle headlights up ahead. Elizabeth tightened her arms around Jason's waist as he took a sharp turn. Jason maneuvered the motorcycle with ease down the dark and slippery road.
"The weather's only getting worse," Jason shouted to her without taking his eyes off the road. "I think we should pull over."
"Okay," she yelled back over the roar of the engine.
"Jake's is up ahead. Just a little bit longer and we'll be there."
Elizabeth nodded her head against his back in response. Jason revved the bike and they were soon flying down the highway. Adrenaline soared through her as the rest of the world around her blurred. The thought of losing her best friend faded from her mind as she screamed into the darkness of the wet night. She felt Jason's laughter rumble through him when she pressed her forehead between his shoulder blade, laughing herself.
The neon sign of Jake's glowed in the night against the dark background of the sky. Elizabeth jumped off of the bike without any thought of running into the bar for shelter. She instead tore off the black helmet that Jason had insisted she wear and placed it back on the bike. Taking a few steps away from the bike and the owner, Elizabeth stretched her outs at her sides and twirled in the rain. The rain cascaded over her body, washing away the sorrow and pain in her for the time being. Her laughter rang in the quiet night.
A soft smile appeared on Jason's face as he watched the petite brunette dance around in the rain. He knew that inside she was dying, but for the moment he would let her enjoy her dancing the rain. An ear deafening thunder roared in the sky ripping Jason's attention away from the beautiful woman before him. With his face skyward, Jason closed his eyes and let the downpour of rain soak him to the core.
They ran into the bar together laughing as the storm outside continued to worsen. Jake's was deserted with absolutely no patrons in the bar.
"Looks like the weather has an affect on the Port Charles drunks," Elizabeth commented.
Jason shook his head at the brunette's words and moved towards the bar, leaving water trailing behind him. Reaching over the counter of the bar, Jason grabbed a familiar set of keys and turned back around to face the brunette that waited for him by the stairs.
The steps creaked under their weight as Elizabeth ascended them with Jason at her heels. Reflexively, she led them to the room she had visited regularly when he had lived their and when they were good friends. The thought saddened her as she stood of to the side of the door from waiting for him to open the door. They had such a strong relationship at one point. They had pushed the rest of the world out and it had just been them until they had thrown it all away.
The door groaned open and Jason waited for her to enter first. She gazed at him for a few moments. Jason smiled back at her. Returning his smile, Elizabeth moved towards the open door. They were friends again. It had taken them a devastating occurrence to speak to one another, but they had taken that step. Wordlessly the anger and hurt was pushed aside for comfort and support.
Stepping into the room, Elizabeth felt at ease at once. The door shut behind her with a soft thud. Pivoting, she found herself staring into sad cerulean eyes. Concerned immediately filled her. "Jason, what's wrong?"
When his dazed eyes meet hers, Elizabeth's breathe caught and the feelings she had pushed away came roaring back.
"I was just thinking of this one time that Emily had danced in the rain like you just did."
The corners of Elizabeth's mouth turned downwards as memories of her best friend filled her mind. The support she had received from her after she had learned of her rape. The summer days that they had waitressed at Kelly's together. The pranks they had pulled off together. Tears rimmed her eyes as she reminisced of her best friend.
Jason swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and pushed away from the door to straighten to his full height. "There should be towels in the bathroom, but just in case I'll go get some more from Jake."
Elizabeth nodded her head, the pain in her heart intensifying and turned for the bathroom. She was dripping water everywhere she went. Slipping out of her stilettos, she stepped into the bathroom and flipped on the light. She shivered from the feel of the cold marble floor and her wet clothes. Stretching behind her, Elizabeth pulled the tab of her zipper down. Pushing aside the spaghetti straps of her gown, Elizabeth let the blue gown slither down her body to pool at her feet. She was left standing in a black strapless bra and matching French cut panties.
Grabbing a white towel, Elizabeth wrapped her body and rubbed it against her skin, drying herself. It felt nice to be dry again. The towel reached to mid-thigh, but covered her upper body. Turning around, Elizabeth's gasped as her blue eyes locked—through the wooden bathroom door she had forgotten to close behind her—with Jason's widened ones.
The black v-necked shirt he wore clung to his body, outlining every muscle and ridge of his upper body. His hair was tussled and hung over his eyes. His tanned skin contrasted perfectly against his black attire. The man had changed very little physically over the years, remaining the same Greek God that had come to her rescue at the bar one story below them.
They stared at each other for a while before Jason's eyes began to descend down her body. Her hair clung to her neck like vines. Her chest rose and fell, drawing the towel tight across her breasts. The towel barely wrapped around her, leaving skin from below her navel visible for his eyes to roam over. A crimson blush began to seep over her skin under his gaze. The woman was beautiful.
She stood frozen in place as he took tentative steps towards her. Her tongue slipped out to lick her lips catching Jason's attention immediately. His eyes remained on her plump unpainted lips as he closed the distance between them. Reaching her, he gently cupped her cheek.
"Jason," his name had barely passed through her mouth as Jason's lips descended on hers. Every thought that had been in her mind fled leaving only the thought of his mouth on hers. His lips were warm and firm against hers. He added pressure to his kiss, but didn't deepen it, frustrating her. Growling, Elizabeth dropped her hold on the towel and clenched her hands in his hair and pulled him to her, leaving nothing in between them but the clothes that still adorned their bodies. She nibbled on his lower lip until he took control of the kiss and bit down on her lower lip causing her to gasp in surprise.
Jason didn't miss a beat, taking the opportunity to enter his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth. He smiled against her as a moan escaped her lips. He threaded his hands through her thick chestnut hair and explored the hot recesses of her mouth. Using his hold on her hair, he tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Their tongues tangled as Jason used his hold on her waist to raise her off the bathroom floor. Slipping his hand to the back of one her knees, he wrapped it around his waist and did the same with the other. With her legs around his narrow waist, Jason backed them out of the bathroom.
With every step that Jason took, Elizabeth felt his arousal press into her stomach. His rough hands moved over her smooth back sending sparks down her spine. Tearing his mouth away from the lack of oxygen, Jason pressed butterfly kisses down the column of her throat. Reaching the hollow at the base of her neck, Jason ran his tongue over it, pulling a low moan from the back of her throat.
Looking up, his eyes connected with hers. Her eyes were glazed over. She looked up at him from under hooded eyelids. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her throbbing center against his hard body. There was such a contrast in everything about them. From their skin tones to the softness of her skin compared to the roughness of his. He placed gentle tentative kisses on her eyelids, closing them, before moving to her mouth. "Make me forget," he murmured against her supple lips.
She sighed in response.
Their lips fused together with abandonment. Everything slipped from their minds, but the thought of being with the other. Moving until his knees meet the side of the bed, Jason gently eased Elizabeth down onto her back with him hovering over her petite frame. Kissing his way down from her lips, Jason slipped his hands behind her to flick open the clasp of her strapless bra. Pushing aside the fabric, Jason admired her small, but firm breasts. He lavished one of her dusty nipples, enjoying her murmurs of encouragement to continue. He continued this ministrations on her other breasts as her hands reached for the hem of his wet shirt.
Pulling it over his head, Elizabeth began her exploration of the muscles that she had longed to touch. He was hard and defined everywhere. Her talented digits began a path south past his six pack to the copper button of his signature black jeans. Flicking it open, Elizabeth smiled wistfully at the groan she received from pulling the zipper over his hardened erection. Sliding her hand past the widened zipper Elizabeth stroked Jason, up and down. He growled as he swatted her hand away.
Getting off the bed, he shook off his boots and then his jeans. Returning to her, he kissed his way up, pausing at her navel to descend his hot tongue into the dip. She gasped at the unexpected contact causing Jason to chuckle against her skin. Continuing his path up her body, Jason pulled her in for a demanding kiss as his hand traveled to her hips. Hooking a finger into each side of her panties, Jason took his time sliding the piece of fabric away as Elizabeth bucked her hips. "Not so fast," he whispered into her ear.
She whimpered as her center continued to throb uncontrollably. "Jason, please."
The last remaining fabric that covered them disappeared. Spreading her legs apart, Jason positioned himself over her. His lips tangled with hers as he slipped into her, muffling their groans. She surrounded him, burning the blood that traveled through him. Soon their bodies found a rhythm as Jason moved in and out of her, Elizabeth meeting him stroke for stroke. Their mind shattering releases came simultaneously, Elizabeth's nails digging crescent moons in Jason's skin as she came.
Rolling their joined bodies over, Jason took in deep breathes with Elizabeth snuggled into his side. Looking down, he brushed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss before kissing her hair. "Goodnight," he mumbled against her skin.
Her cheek rested on his smooth chest, her hand stroking the skin over his heart. "Goodnight," she murmured back, kissing his bare chest.
Sleep soon overcame them with no thoughts of the consequences of their one night together.
The tears streamed down Elizabeth's face as the memories of their night in each other's arms flooded her mind. They had come together lost in the world around them, grieving for a loved one, needing to forget. She held that night close to her heart, but away from her thoughts. The sobs raked through her body as she sat on the floor with her back leaned against the wall outside of her son's ICU. The rest of the world dimmed and forgotten around her.
When she had stared at the pregnancy test reading positive, the thought that the child she was carrying was Jason's hadn't occurred to her. All the signs had pointed to Zander, but she had been wrong and now she was paying for her mistake. She had looked into Cameron's ICU to find Jason and their son together. As she watched them, she felt like an outsider.
Her negligence had caused not only herself pain, but Jason too. Jason had lost a child and went about thinking that he would never be a father when in reality her son was his. She could have prevented it. Cameron's eyes. His eyes were the same as Jason's, how she could have missed that? It didn't make sense to her.
She had not only hurt Jason with her actions, but Cameron as well. For the last seven months her son had started his life knowing he had no father. The father and son had both lost time with each other. The two people she loved the most, she had inflicted pain on them unknowingly. Cameron knew that she loved him with every fiber of her being. Jason on the other hand…he would now never know that what she felt for him.