I know this should have been up sooner, however, my phone, internet and cable company, seems to think that working on the lines is perfect right around noon. So for a few days I was without and then other days it was sporadic. I hope you can forgive me for the lateness of this chapter. And hopefully you enjoy. Who knows what's going to happen next… lol
Chapter Thirty-Five
Elizabeth came slowly awake, at some point, her and Jason had partially separated. They were still wrapped in one another's arms, but no longer joined connectively.
One of Jason's rare smiles danced upon his lips, whatever he was dreaming had to be good. Because rarely did Jason smile that amazing smile while in a deep sleep.
Elizabeth didn't wish to move, Jason slept well only one out of five nights and tonight or rather this morning seemed to be one of those times. His hand laid splayed upon her flat stomach, even in his sleep, he was watching out for his child's well being.
The quiet in the house was complete, it added to the serenity of mind and body. Elizabeth had discovered much while being with Jason, but she was discovering even more about herself and the man she loved.
She wasn't foolish enough to think that Jason wouldn't have work to do at some point, but that lay in the future. And while she was looking forward to the future, she was not casting dark thoughts towards it. Right now was what mattered, sooner or later there would be work for Jason to do and sooner or later, Lucky would show up and cause problems, but, that was the future, right now, she had Jason all to herself, and she wasn't going to waste a minute of that.
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Laura sat with the small scrap of paper clenched firmly between her thumb and index finger. For over an hour, she had been holding that small piece of paper, staring at the seven neatly printed numbers. The only connection that still remained to her son.
She had seen the changes in Lucky, but had cast it aside, feeling silly for thinking badly about her youngest son. But the fact remained, she had seen the growing sadness within Elizabeth and had even glimpsed a few dark bruises.
As a mother she was torn between what was obviously the right choice and the wrong one. As a woman, she was torn between sticking up for the young woman who she herself could relate to, but how could she betray blood, her son. It was, is and impossible position to be in, but in all honesty, there was only one answer that mattered.
Lucky was her son, and perhaps, even if it is miniscule, she could save her son and prove to everyone that he was under Helena's control. For there truly was no other answer for his errant behavior.
She picked up the phone, managing to get the first four numbers entered before a knock sounded on the door.
With much regret, she placed the phone receiver back into the cradle and walked towards the door. Without even needing to look, she knew who was standing upon her stoop.
The man's presence was nothing, if not dominating. She pulled the door open, but no pleasantries were exchanged, he was there on business and that is exactly what he had hoped for. Her standoffishness was understandable but pointless, because if he had his way, this shenanigans would be over even before it began.
It was the least he could do for his best friend. Sonny watched Laura as she slowly moved back, permitting him entrance with a simple gesture.
"Something I can do for you?" Laura asked, knowing fully well why Sonny Corinthos was standing in her living room.
"As a matter of fact there is! I know you don't want to believe, or perhaps can't believe what Lucky is doing, but the writing is on the wall, or so they say. Elizabeth is trying to make the best out of a bad situation, can you not at the very least plead Lucky to do the honorable thing and allow Jason and Elizabeth to raise this child." Sonny said, hoping to get through to Laura's rational side, and all the while, knowing it was Luke with whom he should be speaking. The elder Spencer was bullheaded and annoying, pretentious and oblivious, but at one point in time, Sonny and he had been close friends, or as close as either would allow.
"I know nothing of the sort, all I have to go on is spiteful rumors, and I will not abandon my son when he needs me the most." Laura said, her anger igniting and setting her temper on fire.
"Well, hello Sonny, what exactly do you think you are doing, here in my house?" Luke asked, his voice reverberating throughout the small cottage-like home.
"I am here to help you see the light, the error of yours ways if you prefer. Elizabeth needs to be with Jason. He can protect her and offer her a life with little strife. Can you say Lucky would do the same or are you going to make yourselves accomplices to Elizabeth's ultimate and untimely death, because of Lucky learns of his child, her life will be forfeit." Sonny exclaimed, hoping that commonsense would break through and still their conversation.
"Get out Sonny, stop spreading these nasty, spiteful, devious and ignorant lies. Lucky is not capable of hurting another living human being. It is nothing more than hogwash. Now get out, you are no longer welcome here, nor is anyone associated with you." Luke nearly spat, his eyes glittering with anger.
"Fine, stick your head in the sand, see where that gets you in a few years. You both deserve whatever comes your way. He is a tidal wave, just biding his time, before he crashes upon the sand and destroys everything in his path. Continue your silly games, because with or without you, Lucky will pay for his actions." Sonny said, his voice rising as his temper took over.
Sonny stalked from the house and slowly got into his awaiting vehicle. He had hoped to reason with the Luke and Laura, but he knew, if he was being fair, they had every right to believe what they wanted, but that in fact, didn't help Elizabeth or Jason and that is where Sonny's interests lie.
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Lucky hadn't stopped moving, ever since the slip up with that hooker named Sam, if in fact she was a hooker, on that note, he couldn't be sure, but in all honesty, he really didn't care.
He hadn't resorted to violence since that night, however tempted he might have been. But he had an inch that was becoming increasingly hard to ignore. One that seemed to grow from within and began spreading outwards. Enveloping him in an allover delirium, whatever was happening, he needed to stop it, otherwise, he might just slip again and if he did so, would this be the time that Sonny and Jason found him…
So he drove and tried without success to disregard the growing pit of blackness that was becoming harder and harder to forget. He passed from town to town, through village and hamlet, stopping only long enough to refuel and move on. When he slept he found abandoned back roads, where no one would find him. He couldn't chance a repeat performance.
As he drove the black abyss ascended deeper, until finally he was a walking shell. Just before the darkness within took root and destroyed whatever sense of freewill, Lucky knew he had to find a safe place to rest, perhaps he could prevent anything from happening. But that was a pipedream, he had no more control over what happened than he did of breathing. Both were so much a part of him, they were engrained.
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Jason slowly began to wake, first his eyelids fluttered open, and then the smile that he had unknowingly bestowed up her in his sleep, graced his face again.
"Good morning my love. How are you today?" Jason asked, surprised he had slept longer that Elizabeth.
"I am perfect. Waking with you next to me is like waking in heaven. But… there is one problem, your child seems to think that it is time to eat, I am ravenous." Elizabeth said, gracing him with a tender smile.
"My child, huh? Well, we can't have that, let's see what we can do to rectify the situation, my vivacious love." Jason replied, looking first into Elizabeth's eyes, then eyeing her flat stomach.
Standing up, Jason strode naked to his dresser, grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and headed downstairs. There was no need to dress, today he planned on spending all day with Elizabeth, so getting dressed seemed rather pointless. Especially if he knew Elizabeth.
Elizabeth sat there, wondering if she should bother getting up or stay were she was. The choice was taken out of her hands, she may not be far along in her pregnancy, but she was already suffering from a small bladder, but thankfully, no…
The thought died before it could even finish being thought. Elizabeth rushed to the bathroom, dropping in front of the toilet, her previous meal, no longer an afterthought as she lost what remained on her stomach. It was the first time she really had morning sickness, at least that is what she hoped it was.
Her eyes watered as the heaving didn't subside, finally purged of everything, or so she hoped, Elizabeth shakily got to her feet and turned on the cold water. Swirling the water around her mouth to begin with, then finally, with most of the hideous taste banished, she took a small mouthful of water, then another. Feeling slightly wobbly and still very nauseous, she grabbed her toothbrush and began the ardent task of completely banishing all remnants of her morning sickness.
On unsteady legs, Elizabeth slowly made her way back to bed, almost falling once, but managing to stay upright, by sheer force of will. Once back in bed, Elizabeth lay there, wondering if more of this was to come. When she had heard of women being pregnant, she had heard that morning sickness started up right away, she suppose there was an exception to every rule, but she had truly believed that she was going to be the lucky one and not have to deal with such things. She was sadly mistaken.
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Jason prepared a delicious meal, he hadn't missed a single thing, orange juice, eggs, toast and all the trimmings. Elizabeth ate, but in the back of her mind, she wondered if she would be praying to the porcelain goddess shortly after the meal.
Either way, it didn't really matter, she couldn't not eat, she was eating for two, plus, Jason had gone to such lengths to make the meal special, there was no way she could have turned it down. Besides the fact that she was already ravenous, morning sickness or not.
"So my dear, what do we have planned for the day?" Jason asked, a cocky little grin surfacing upon his handsome face, indicating exactly what he wanted to do, to waste the hours.
"Well… I was thinking that since the movers with some of the baby stuff is going to be here at some point today, I could, perhaps ask you to paint the base coat in the nursery, seeing as how I know you won't allow me to do it, not with the fumes." Elizabeth said, wondering to herself if painting the nursery was a good idea, they had yet discussed whether or not they were going to remain living in the penthouse once they were married.
Thankfully, that question didn't need to be broached, for the next words out of Jason's mouth pertained to that exact thought.
"Actually, I was meaning to talk to you about that. Do you really want to live in the penthouse across from Sonny, or would you prefer us starting to look for a house. We would have to do it soon, so as the house would be bought before our 'Big Argument'. I know we are safer here, but our child will need a backyard to play in and I could no more deny him or her, than I could you." Jason said, looking downright guilty.
"Mr. Morgan, what are you hiding from me?" Elizabeth asked, knowing that the love of her life was keeping something from her, and come he!! or high water, she planned on getting it out of him.
"While I was busy planning last night for us, I had also stopped by a realty office, explaining our desires or would be desires and asked them to look into some homes for us. I would not make such a hasty decision without you, but I figured they could be looking and should they find something that we might like, then they will contact us and we can go look. Did I take too much upon myself?" Jason asked, wondering not for the first time, how he hadn't gotten so lucky.
"Jason, I think that is absolutely wonderful. I could careless if the house was stationed on the moon, you and me sharing a home, giving our child what we ourselves never had. You name the place, and I will be more than happy to move in. For it is not four walls that say it is a home, it is the people inside who make it such. Our love will instill and envelope the house, causing it to be our safe haven from an otherwise truculent life. Things may not always work out for us, I am sure we will fight and disagree, but I have faith in our love and together, we will offer our child a loving, happy home." Elizabeth stated, already imagining all the things she could do. For there was always painting to be done and things to renovate, well, okay, not always, but it had been one of her dreams to make a simple house, into a home.
There was no way he could deny her anything, just seeing her beautiful smile warmed him, it was an odd feeling, for so long he had been a shell, a man who functioned, but never really lived and partook in simple everyday things. Since Elizabeth had entered his life, he had known more love, happiness and calm, than ever before. Obviously, in his line of work, the calm would not stay and perhaps the rest might be taxed and tried, but throughout it all, he now had the faith, such an odd word for him, in the love that he and Elizabeth shared.
He was a changed man, but no one knew the changes more than Elizabeth. While other's claimed to be his friend, no one really knew him. What he secretly wished for and longed for.
He wasn't a man prone to fits of fantasy, but Elizabeth Webber, soon to be Elizabeth Morgan, was one of a kind. Throughout her darkest hours, she still found compassion for others, she loved unconditionally and offered you friendship, even when, perhaps, you didn't deserve it.
She had rescued him numerous times. But if you asked her, she would claim only to have helped him, she couldn't see the greatness she achieved on a daily basis. For many years, by loved ones mostly, they had claimed her unworthy, a stain upon this world. Sadly for them, even if they didn't know it, for it was their loss. Elizabeth was so vibrant and loving, that anyone who gave her half a chance would be unable to resist her charms.
Jason thanked the heavens for bring this angel to him, she was, without a doubt, his saving grace. And he hoped that throughout their life, he could be that for her as well. And to start that off, he needed to protect her from a boy who used to love her without reason and who had know turned into a vial monster, who takes perverse pleasure in tormenting and who loved to dominate. That was Jason's first roll, or rather second, his first was very simple, love Elizabeth and keep her and their child safe, no matter what!
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Carly stood outside of penthouse one, wanting nothing more than to walk in and claim what was hers, but she couldn't handle all the swooning over Elizabeth. Besides, she knew it couldn't have been Lucky, she had seen him only days ago, of course, he had asked her not to say anything, at least till he could clear his good name. Elizabeth was slandering him, and he was not going to take it anymore.
Carly could understand why he left, who can look good next to little miss innocent. Elizabeth never did a single thing wrong, for that matter, she never could. At least that was how they, who had been blinded by her, thought. But she could fix all of that.
She quickly left, knowing now was not the time for her to come back. Let them worry a little more, perhaps even a lot. Then, when they are frantic and little conniving Elizabeth is gone for good, she could reclaim all that was hers. It was all a matter of time, and while Carly was not known for her patience, for this task, she was willing to wait. Besides, Lucky said she could come with him for awhile, of course, she would have to catch up to him again, for that matter, she would have to find him… And that could prove more difficult than anything.
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Sonny opened the penthouse door, that peculiar feeling not leaving like he had thought it would, once he banished his silly thoughts. No one was standing in front of his door, nor Jason's but there was a lingering scent. A musky scent tinged slightly with flowers, it was like the perfume…
"Enough…" Sonny said to himself, then next thing you know, you are going to be claiming you saw her in a mirror or the steam in the bathroom. She's gone, time to move on.
He was trying, but for some reason Carly's presence, even though no longer there, still haunted him. For it was his love of the Crazy blonde who hampered his ability to find someone new. One way or another, he was going to cast Carly and her feisty if not irrational presence into the past, right where her memory belonged.
Besides, he had other things to worry about, a new threat was looming on the horizon, one the likes of Port Charles had never seen. And for that reason alone, Sonny needed to get his head back on straight, women were a distraction, especially for him, they were his weakness, his kryptonite, if you like.
Less than an hour and he had to meet with his new lawyer, his last one met a rather untimely demise. And if Sonny knew anything, with the life he lead and the business he maintained, he had to have a lawyer. A lawyer was more important than oxygen in his line of work, because without said lawyer, he could stop breathing at any moment.
Alex Davis seemed more than qualified for the job, now it all hinged on the fact of him being able to do his job and keep his mouth shut.
Sonny sat on his couch, time seemingly passing without notice, for the reputed mob boss was engrossed in his own thoughts. He was startled to say the least when there came a knock at his door. Glancing inauspiciously at the clock, Sonny noticed, with a stupefied wonder that three quarters of an hour had passed, almost as if in the blink of an eye.
He quickly got up and went to the door, but before opening it, he glanced behind himself, looking at his reflection in the mirror than hung over the mantel. Quickly straightening his suit and trying without luck to smooth down a piece of errant hair that refused to be tamed. With a deep sigh, he quickly grasped the door handle and what he saw as he opened the door, left him feeling slightly confused. What in the world, or better yet, who in the world?
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