A/N: Well all I can really say right now is if you think you're confused now, wait a few more chapters. I don't really clear much of anything up for a few chaps. Thanks for the reviews, and I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 2

She sat on the couch waiting for him. She knew it was just this afternoon that she had seen him as she waited tables at Kelly's, but she missed him. She wanted to see him, to feel his lips against hers, his hands running up and down her back. She wanted to fell his sculpted body against hers, even if he did have his shirt on. She just wanted him there. She loved how lost she got in him, like they were the only two people in the world.

Courtney stared off into space thinking about the first time they actually felt how much they truly cared for each other. She had just gotten out of a bad relationship. She had been so close to marrying the man that it didn't seem real. She had thought she loved him, thought that he would be the one to give her everything she needed. She was wrong. She never loved him, and he couldn't give her what she needed

She loved his brother. She knew then that he was the man she was meant to be with. AJ had just been a distraction until she found her way home, home to him. Sure Jason had been there through AJ stalking her in hopes of being her hero before her wedding, but Jason had done so much more for her than save her. Jason had reminded her that she was a strong woman on her own. That she could do anything that she wanted, that she was strong, independent, caring, and could do anything she put her mind to.

Jason walked in the door and looked at the woman sitting on the couch. He had never thought he would get to this point in his life. The point where he actually wanted work to end so he could come back and see her. Home. The loft had become that for him, and her. It was their own little sanctuary, the one place that they could forget about everything, and they had a lot to forget.

They had so much on their plate at the moment; Jason had no idea how the two of them even found time to spend with each other. He was dealing with the Alcazar murder trial, and the fact that he and Brenda were married. He had done it to keep them both out of prison, and to keep Brenda away from Sonny's marriage. He just wanted them to be happy.

In Courtney's case she was trying to get over the fact that AJ had stalked her. They were only engaged, but he had done so much damage to her it still shocked Jason that she got up every morning with him before they both left for work. Not only that, but she had to deal with the fact that her current boyfriend was married to a woman to save his best friends marriage. He wasn't sure how she did it.

Jason walked into the room further as he set his coat over a chair and just looked at her, she was still staring at nothing. He turned his head to look in the direction she was and he saw nothing. He slowly lowered himself onto the couch looking at her as he went. His bottom slide into the soft material of the couch causing it to dip and form around him as he pressing he leaned back against the arm of the couch and kicked one leg up onto the couch as his knee bent.

He watched as the blonde turned her head to look at him. She was beautiful. Her freshly washed face, clean of all make-up, and her in one of his t-shirts. She was gorgeous, and he watched as she turned her back on him and leaned towards him. He reached out for her and pulled him flush against his chest. He felt her relax against him as she nestled into his body. He too began to relax as she took one of his hands that rested on her abdomen and began to massage it.

"So how was your day," Courtney asked with a smile as she tilted her head to the side to look at him.

"Better now," he said as he looked down into her crystal clear baby blues.

"So what did you do all day," She spoke in that angelic voice that was her own, "I didn't get to talk to you this morning in Kelly's. With Brenda around it was rather hard."

"Lets not talk about Brenda," Jason said as he looked away from her. This really wasn't a conversation that he wanted to talk about. He just wanted to sit there with her in his arms and forget about the world, but he wasn't sure that was going to happen.

"Why not? What happened today? Was it something about the trial," Courtney asked her voice filled with worry, "Please tell me Jase."

He could her the weakness in her voice. He could here her need to help him, to fix all his problems. He wouldn't let her do that. It was him who was supposed to keep her safe, not the other way around. He also knew that if he didn't tell her they wouldn't be able to end this conversation, so he gave in.

"They moved the trial up. It's in ten days."

"What? Is that enough time for the lawyers to come up with a defense," Courtney questioned as she began to panic.

"Courtney you don't need to worry. Everything will be fine. Sonny and Carly are fine, and we're together," Jason said as he ran his fingers through her soft silky hair.

"But for how long? What happens if you can't beat it, if you and Brenda go to prison? If I never see you again," Courtney said as she sat up and turned to face him, "What happens if you have to run off with Brenda to avoid jail. Will I ever see you again?"

"Hey. Hey," Jason said softly as he brought his hand up to the soft skin of her cheek. Courtney leaned into his touch, as she looked him in the eyes, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here, with you."

"I want to be there," Courtney firmly replied.

"No," Jason responded a little agitate, "Courtney, We've been over this. I don't think it best that you be there."

"Why not," Courtney said jumping up from the couch. She wanted to be there to support him. To let him know that she believed that she knew he didn't do it. She wanted to be his rock like he had been for her so many times before.

"Because you don't need to hear any of it. You don't need to be there," Jason said as he went to stand by her.

"But I want to be there. I want to be there to support you, to see you. I'm still afraid that I'll wake up one morning and you won't be there," Courtney said as she looked to the ground.

"Courtney look at me," Jason spoke softly as he pulled the blonde into his arms. Courtney tilted her head up and looked into his eyes, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here with you."

"You can't promise me that," Courtney said as her eyes began to fill with tears.

"Yes I can. Courtney it will happen. We'll be together forever. I love you," Jason spoke as he crashed his lips against hers. She allowed his tongue to gently massage hers as she leaned into his body.

The finally pulled apart as Jason held her waist close to him. Courtney ran her a hand, once wrapped around his neck, through his hair. They stared into each others eyes as the words just seemed to roll off Courtney's tongue.

"I love you too," She said a bit breathless from the intense kiss they had just shared.

Jason lifted Courtney up as he carried her past the bookcase and set her on the bed. As he stared at her, he realized that he would never feel this way again. That she was his life and he would never love anyone as much as he did her.

That night they showed each other how much they loved each other. It may have been their second time, but it was just as special as that first night they shared together.

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The woman sat up in bed and ran her hand through her brownish red tinted hair. Her breathing was deep and uneven. Her chest was heaving as she brought the hand not in her hair to her chest in hopes of slowing her heart rate. It was like her world was closing around her and she couldn't stop it.

She kicked the covers off of her self as she set her feet on the cold floor and stood up. The oversized mans t-shirts fell to her mid thighs as she slipped her feet into her fluffy slippers. She walked to the open door and walked down the hallway to the door right before the stairs. She froze in the doorway as she looked in.

The white crib was set in the corner, by the window with an elegant looking white rocking chair next to a lamp. The lamp had a teddy bear hugging the metal pole supporting it, and a white lampshade with blue frills coming off of it. The small corner table it rested on had the words 'It's a Boy' running along the edge of the table in little toy blocks. There was a toy chest in the opposite the crib, and the changing table a little ways down. A large oval rug lay in the middle of the room.

She looked in the room as the tears began to fall. She had lost so much already; she didn't want to lose anymore. This baby was hers, and nothing would take him away from her. She couldn't get that first child out of her head, the one that they had taken from her. She missed her baby, but she was going to fix it, she was going to make things right for this baby.

"It's going to be okay," A deep voice said as a man wrapped his arms around the woman.

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The Hispanic man sat back and looked at the naked woman in the bed. Sure he had feelings for her, at one point in time, but he knew it was nothing now. He had changed. The years had made him hard and turned him into his father. He wasn't always like this, and he had a chance to be saved, but things don't always work out how you want them to.

He took a sip of the cool dark liquid as he reveled in her beauty. She was an amazing woman. She was beautiful, had a spirit to her that he had wanted to tame, he had grown sick of her long ago, around the time he first tamed her spirit. He had kept her around because no one else could hold his interest long enough for him to be satisfied with the job they had done. He had had many flings over the years, but he needed her and the control he seemed to have over the woman.

He downed the rest of the liquid before standing up and walking to the door. He saw her shifting in the bed as he opened the door and let the cool nights air into the hot musty room that smelled of sex. He grabbed his gun and keys as he stepped out into the cool night.

"Night, Night, Brookie," The man spoke in a cold cynical voice as he walked off into the night.