Thanks again for the great reply's, please respond, I love knowing what you think, you guys spur me on and let me know that you want more from this story. (I know the last few chapters have been rather short, but I have the flu and sitting up and writing is not what my body wants, so I hope this is enough to appease you for the time being and hopefully I will feel good again and have a much longer chapter up soon.)
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jason and Elizabeth were both anxious to get home, but in order for the plan to work, they needed to plant the seed. Kelly was going to do her part, although it was going to turn out to be a slip of the tongue, considering the whole, doctor, patient confidentiality. So Jason and Elizabeth had to their part.
They slowed to a stop beside the nurses station, if ever there was a better place to start a rumor, Elizabeth didn't know it. So she settled for right there. She kept her voice quiet, but as luck would have it, the right person walked by at just the right time.
Bobbie Spencer was talking to a nurse Elizabeth didn't know, Bobbie offered her a smile before turning back to the other woman. So Elizabeth spoke a little louder, hoping her words would carry.
"But Jason, the baby is Lucky's, what am I going to do?" Elizabeth said, injecting the right amount of sadness and perplexity into her voice.
"Don't think such things now, we have time to sort it out. Let's get you home." Jason said, slipping his hand into hers as they waited to board the elevator.
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Bobbie had heard their conversation, but was unable to talk to them, the nurse in front of her was busy jabbering on about useless problems.
She was shocked to say the least the Elizabeth was pregnant, not only that, but Jason was standing by her, even though the child wasn't his. Why couldn't she find a good man like that…
Bobbie loved Elizabeth, she couldn't explain why the little spitfire had won her over, but she did care about her. Now there was the problem, where did her loyalties lie, to Elizabeth who had only been dating Lucky, or with Lucky, seeing as he was her nephew.
Before he was taken by Helena, he had been a great young man on his way to being a great man, but ever since his return, there had been a darkness that was at his core.
It didn't matter, she had to tell Luke and Laura about Elizabeth being pregnant with Lucky's child, it was the right thing to do, but then why did the act of thinking about telling it feel so wrong. She knew telling them would probably feel even worse, but family was family…
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The elevator ride seemed to take forever, Elizabeth couldn't wait for the doors to open. She felt trapped all of a sudden and the feeling wasn't a good one, it should have been, with Jason beside her. She knew he would never let harm come to her, but the feelings were there all the same.
Before the sudden claustrophobia could take any further root, the doors began to open moments after the little chime to announce they had reached their designated floor.
Elizabeth practically pulled Jason from the small confines, he had to run to keep up. For some reason though, he knew better than to ask. He followed along, he could tell something was bothering her, now he just had to give her space and time to tell him about it.
Neither thing he was very good at, especially when it came to Elizabeth. He disliked being away from her even long enough to go do a mundane job, but life had to go on… And while silence between them was normally relaxing, the tension in this silence was grating on Jason's nerves. But the man who cornered the market on stoic indifference was once again going to harness those emotions, if only till she felt comfortable talking to him.
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Bobbie rushed over to the Spencer house as soon as her shift was done. While she had been waiting for her shift to end, she had used logic to talk herself out of telling them, only to find that logic worked both ways and before she knew what she was going to do, it had already been decided.
She loved Elizabeth, not only was she kind and generous, but she was faithful to a fault. She had stood by Lucky and repeatedly acknowledged that the boy-man who returned was not the same Lucky Spencer she had fallen in love with.
Most people scoffed at this idea, but as days turned into weeks and then into months, they to saw what she saw, and experienced some of his brutality. No one knew the length that he would go, except Elizabeth.
So Bobbie sat in her car outside her brother's house, once again going over the conundrum that was her situation. On the one hand, if she told Luke and Laura about Elizabeth and the child, then there was a good chance they would tell Lucky, if they had been in contact with him. If that happened, what would Lucky do to Elizabeth and her unborn child. Would this be the turning point for Lucky, would he be able to save himself, because of his child.
Then there was the other hand… Lucky finds out about the child, although, it doesn't inspire happy thoughts, it inspires thoughts of revenge and pushes him over the final precipice, giving him motive and opportunity to kill Elizabeth and their child. If things turned out like this, could Bobbie ever live with herself, could she honestly look at herself in the mirror everyday, knowing she helped murder Elizabeth.
Bobbie finally came to a conclusion, it wasn't the one that her conscious deemed the best, but she was working with what she had. She shut the door behind her and began her ascent to the front door.
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The entire car ride home had been in silence, now Jason wasn't the only one who couldn't handle the seemingly increasing distance that was forming between them, so doing what he could and casting caution to the wind, he spoke. "Elizabeth, what's wrong?"
Tears glistened in her eyes, she was trying to rationalize their plan, knowing that there was little else to do, but this plan was not fair to Jason. "Have I told you how much I love you lately?" Elizabeth asked, taking tentative steps towards him, but as he opened his arms, she cast aside her meekness and dove into his powerful, yet passionate embrace.
"I think you told me a little earlier, not within the last twenty minutes or so… Why?" Jason asked, not following where this was going.
"I concocted this plan and while I was thinking about us, I think I was also thinking about me and this baby. If Lucky is still out there alive and kicking, then peace will not be known in our household, perhaps little moments will go by, without us thinking about him, but really how long can a sadistic animal like Lucky stay off our minds. With him lurking in the shadows, we are always going to wonder about the 'What if's'. And I really don't want to do that, but what this plan entails is even worse, because you have to pretend like this isn't your child and then on top of that, you are going to have to pretend to fight with me, but it has to be convincing enough, so that no one questions it. Not only do we have to fight, we have to break-up, publicly, and I know it is just a ruse but even pretending to break-up with you is going to break my heart. That is asking a lot of you, just for my peace of mind." Elizabeth replied, once more trying to still her tears but failing miserably.
"You're right, this isn't the ideal situation. The ideal situation would have been me not being such an idiot and leaving you, when all I wanted was to be with you. If I hadn't left, if I would have fought for you, then perhaps this wouldn't be happening, if you want to blame anyone, you should be blaming me. And while I don't like the idea of putting you or our child in danger, I know that peace of mind is something that you need, honestly, we both need it. We will make this plan work and deal with the consciences later, but while we get to play the happy couple that we really are, how about you go slip into a hot bath and I will bring you a snack?" Jason answered, knowing he was probably messing everything up, he always stumbled when it came to speaking. Give him a gun and he was a marksman, but speaking eloquently, it wasn't in his makeup, maybe when he was a Quartermaine, but not any longer.
"I don't need a snack, how bout you just bring yourself up there, and I'll dine on you!" Elizabeth said saucily, her tears evaporating and in there place a gentle rose colored blush rising in her cheeks.
"You. Little. Vixen." Jason sputtered, totally taken aback, one moment she was all tears and the next she was a fiery goddess, just waiting to devour him, so he followed his little spitfire up the stairs to their room. What else was a man in his position suppose to do.
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