AN: Again, thank you for all the encouraging reviews. Hope this chapter lives up to expectations...it certainly was fun to write!Hehe.

Chapter Three

Lisa walked through her door with a bundle of groceries and another new book of baby names. She was exhausted having been out shopping for six hours, and, wanted nothing more to sit down with a cup of tea and finally decide on a baby names for her children. Lisa set the groceries down on the counter and turned to put on a pot of tea -

"Hey Leese…twins, huh?"

Lisa screamed. There was Jackson Rippner; he was standing in her kitchen…holding a picture of her ultrasound…and a bag full of baby stuff. He set them both on the counter. It was very surreal for her.

"W-what the hell are you doing here?" she stammered, looking around for something to bludgeon him over the head with.

"Well, I came to visit you. But, now I see I have a bigger purpose…" he said smoothly, trying to sound calm. He motioned to the ultrasound, "Jesus, Lisa, where was my courtesy call?"

"Criminals don't get courtesy calls, Jack," she snapped. Jackson tensed at the use of the name that he so very much hated, "And you need to leave. Now."

"Aww, not happy to see me?" He moved closer to her.

"Why would I be happy to see you? You tried to kill me and my father. I hate you."

"If you hate me so much then what do you call that?" he asked, motioning to her abdomen. She scowled and placed her hands in front of it.

"What makes you so sure that it's yours?"

"Well, this ultrasound is dated the 2nd of October…and it says you were 7 months along. Also, it's been 8 months since we had our little bathroom rendezvous. And I know you, Leese…" She sighed. She knew lying was pointless with Jackson; he could see right through her. Hell, he probably had spies. She rolled her eyes at him and started to unpack her groceries.

Jackson smirked, "You didn't answer my question." She slammed down a jug of milk.

"First of all, it's not the babies' fault that you got me pregnant. I can't just get rid of them! They're part of me, Jackson! So much more so than they are of you." She spat, her voice full of venom.

"Now, now, we both contributed some chromosomes, Sweetie."

"Don't call me that."

"I'm sorry - would you prefer 'Baby'? Or maybe 'Darling'?" he mused.

"I'd prefer it if you would get the FUCK out of my house!" she bellowed. He rolled his eyes at her and then grabbed her roughly by the shoulders.

"C'mon now, Leese…you need to calm down because I'm not going anywhere…after all I want to be here when my children are born."

"Jackson, you're kidding yourself if you think we're just gonna play happy family. I know you're a wanted man."

"That whole mess is taken care of…don't you worry. I plan to be a father to my kids."

Lisa grunted in annoyance. She couldn't believe his audacity in thinking that he could waltz back into her life like her was some lost lover. The arrogant son of a bitch.

"They already have a father figure." Jackson tried desperately to keep from slapping her for allowing that blonde man into her life…for even suggesting that he play father to Jackson's children.

"Who, that blonde idiot I saw with you last night? Over my dead body, Leese."

"That can BE arranged," she said assuredly. Jackson was tired of hearing her back-talk, so he silenced her the only way he knew how. With his lips. At first she tried to struggle out of his grip, but then he felt her go slack. Her arm slowly came around his waist as his lips traveled down her neck and throat. A small sigh escaped her from her mouth. She hadn't been touched like that since that day on the plane. They both knew that. His hands traveled down to her stomach and lifted up her tank.. Lisa closed her eyes and enjoyed this new feeling. She placed her hands on his and encouraged him to continue. Her head kept telling her stop; but her instincts kept telling her head to "shut the hell up and mind its own business."

"Jackson…" she sighed. He let out a small chuckle. He liked seeing her like this; completely helpless and submissive to him. He wanted to be in control always. He didn't know what he felt for her - he didn't think it was love - but something intense…he was crazy about the fact that she was carrying his children. It felt almost primal.

"I was thinking about Jonathan Michel…and maybe Kathryn Bridgette…" she randomly sighed. He pondered it for a moment.

"Hmm, Jonathan and Kathryn Rippner…" he said softly in her ear. Lisa snapped back to reality once his words hit her. Her brain took control. She pushed Jackson's hands off of her.

"No…no I can't do this. It's not fair to me or Michael." Jackson's eyes snapped open and he grabbed her wrists.

"I really don't give a fuck about Michael, Lisa." He held her wrists tightly. She struggled to get free.

"NO, Jackson…I'm not going to do this - You're a killer…a monster…" Her eyes were brimming with angry tears. She was wearing her defiant face. Jackson wanted to slam her against something, but he wasn't about to risk the health of the babies just to scare her.

"Maybe I am a monster…but what does that make you? I know you feel something for me. You wouldn't have kept the babies otherwise."

"No. No, I don't. I don't love you at all and I never will. Love was not what made these children, Jack."He pulled her to him suddenly. His face was inches from hers.

"Well, I don't love you either. It's not about love, Leese. It's about biology…you and I go well together…" he moved against her, eliciting a tiny moan from her lips that she wanted so much to suppress. Lisa could never deny how good he made her body feel. She felt one of his hands slide up her thigh and under her skirt. His fingers caressed the outside of her underwear.

"No…"

"No what? No don't stop…?" he asked her. He moved his fingers underneath the fabric. "How long has it been, Leese… that day on the plane?" His lips brushed against her ear as his fingers slipped inside of her. Lisa couldn't understand why she was letting him do this; or why she lost all of her resistance around this man, no matter how hard she tried to hate him. Jackson Rippner was a criminal. There were no two ways about that. He had tried to kill people she loved and tried to kill Lisa herself. And yet, the only thing she could think of at that very moment was how good he felt inside of her…even if it was only his fingers. She was getting hotter by the moment. Lisa leaned back against the cabinets and spread her legs wider for him. One of her hands held her up while the other one grabbed Jackson's free arm. Her eyes were shut tight and her breath was coming out in short pants. Jackson felt her legs begin to tremble.

"Please..." she groaned. Moments later, she cried out his name and felt his tongue trace her lips.

"There's my girl," he sighed approvingly, moving to kiss her cheek. She was still gasping for breath. He walked away from her to wash his hands and Lisa took this opportunity to grab some sort of weapon. This was her last chance for dignity… and the best thing she could find was a moderately large steak knife. Jackson looked at her and scoffed loudly.

"Give it up, Leese."

"You can't just expect to fuck me into submission, Jackson. Jesus, if you 'care' about me or these babies so much, the why don't you just fucking leave before you piss me right off into an early labor."

"Well, don't I feel used. You come and I go, huh?"

"This isn't funny, you need to-"

"Alright, alright…chill out. All that stress isn't good for you, Jonathan or Kathryn." Lisa just sighed, irritated that he was butting in. And she hadn't for sure decided on the names Jonathan or Kathryn, either.

"I'll go…for now. But, don't think about going anywhere. There is something important I need to discuss with you. If you try to run, I will find you…I think you know that. And uh, ditch Blondie."

"His name is MICHAEL," Lisa corrected him.

"Yes, well, unless you would like to see that name etched on a tombstone, I'd figure out some way to let the bastard go. I will not sit back and let him have something that belongs to me."

"Get. Out." She warned once more, pointing the knife in his direction. He sighed, knowing that Lisa had the upper hand. She knew full well that he wouldn't lay a hand on her until she had safely delivered his children. Just as he reached the front door, he turned back to her.

"Leese, remember what I said. I'm not joking."