Chapter Thirty-Three
Jason finally made it home. After trying to find a few other leads on Sam, he gave it up as a lost cause, for the time being. He hastened his step as he moved towards his bedroom, what he found there was shocking to say the least.
Ever since Elizabeth had been home from the hospital, she had been slightly put off undressing around him, she disliked the way the bruises and cuts marred her skin, it made her feel dirty almost, not nearly as bad as she had felt after the rape, but to a degree it was something very akin to that.
Jason's jaw dropped to the floor, his beautiful Liz, twisting and turning this way and that, trying to look at her nude form in the full length mirror. The bruises to her lower back and stomach looked sickly, but they were healing, for that they were both thankful.
If Jason were to ask what she was doing, she wouldn't have had an answer, all she had been thinking about was getting into that beautiful dress he had bought. But when she had disrobed, she had been standing next to the mirror. It surprised her when she suddenly stopped, gazing deep into the mirror. Until now, she had forgotten about the bruises, but seeing them up close, knocked her back a step, almost with the power to push her straight back into reliving that horrible event.
But the way Jason was now looking at her, drove all fears aside. She could tell that his blue orbs sparkled with desire, but she could also see the anger, the anger at whomever had done this to her. So instead of letting him stew in thoughts of what ifs and should've, could've, she did the most natural thing, to her at least.
Liz sauntered up to Jason, sliding one hand up then down his chiseled thigh, causing a groan of desire to spring from his lips. Her other hand found its way to his neck and soon it was gently tugging at his hair.
Taking his cue from her, he lifted her lithe body in one fluid motion as she wrapped her legs around him. Her naked flesh seared his exposed skin, when he tried to run his hands through her hair, he was denied.
"I don't know what you think you are doing, but you will keep your hands off my hair, not enough time to get it done again. But should you care to continue this, that chair looks enticing." Liz said in mock anger.
"I understand!" Jason exclaimed, settling for kneading her bottom and the taut muscles of her back.
Seeing as how she hadn't said no to anything intimate, he took his time, delicately tasting and nibbling at her porcelain skin. Taking the lead from her, he moved his lips to hers, passionately seeking entrance to her mouth and its velvety confines.
Liz worked diligently on his button and then zipper as she tried to divest him of his clothes. It was a chore to say the least, he kept distracting her from her course, with those intoxicating kisses and roaming hands.
Just as she managed to lower the zipper on his jeans, ready to take the pleasure in teasing him, there came a small knock on the bedroom door. Liz squeaked in surprise before practically jumping out of Jason's arms.
"Who is it?" Jason asked in a gruff voice.
"Me!" Cameron stated, with what seemed like pride. "Can I come in?"
"Umm, yeah, just give me a minute buddy." Jason replied as he readjusted himself and did up his pants. Whatever was previously going to happen, would have to wait till later. Liz had already dashed out of the main room and into the bathroom.
"You can come in now Cam." Jason said with a sigh, wishing that the child would have given him more time with his soon to be wife, he was going to have to have a talk with his son about bad timing, he thought with a smile.
He was finding it harder to concentrate as each day passed. She was like a drug for him, he was addicted to everything about her. He couldn't imagine why Lucky had first chosen pills and had then turned to Maxie, because to him there was no comparison. Liz was a bright star compared to the womanizing girl who had seduced a very willing Lucky into her bed.
Well that worked better than any cold shower, he should write a book, one hundred and one way's to kill the mood. Item number one, start thinking about cheating ex-husbands and the young girls they turn to. Jason shook his head trying to banish those thoughts.
Cam walked in, briefly searching for his mother before shrugging his shoulders. "Where's mommy, Isabelle says almost time to leave"
"She is just getting dressed. How bout you run down stairs and make sure Alan is ready, and I will do the same for mommy, does that sound fair." Jason asked as he kneeled in front of the boy.
"Sure!" Cam said as he raced out of the room.
It still shocked Jason, to see Cameron's attentiveness towards Alan. There was no animosity directed towards him from Cam. Cam seemed happy just to be included in the raising of baby Alan.
"Elizabeth, our son says it is almost time to go, I think you need to hurry up, would hate to be late to our own engagement party." Jason said as he stripped his clothes off, prepared to put on a suit, just so he could see the smile that graced her face when he wore one.
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Carly couldn't decide what to wear, she had tossed numerous outfits and dresses onto the bed, liking one for a moment, then discarding it, like she had never seen such a hideous garment.
Jax just laughed, it was a womanly ritual, and one he knew he would not be able to break. It was as if it came programmed into young girls minds, for use in later years.
Michael and Morgan looked dashing in their dress clothes, it brought a smile to their mothers face. Michael understood more than Morgan, that when mom was happy things tended to work out well, but put her in a bad mood and then you had to watch out, because she could bring a roof down, with her hotheaded temper.
Of course the funny thing was the fact that he had offered to buy her a new dress for the occasion, but she had said she had the perfect one in mind. So he had not pushed, but now he was kind of wishing he had, the party would start shortly and if Carly didn't hurry up, she may just do the event in her birthday suit.
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Monica was also left to rush around, she had just gotten off a sixteen hour shift and was exhausted, but wouldn't miss the party for the life of her. It was just getting a little annoying, having to fight Dr. Ford for Alan's old position at General Hospital. It seemed only befitting that she Dr. Monica Quartermaine, take over as chief of staff, seeing as how her husband had done the job for countless years.
He always said it was a hard job to do, but one he truly enjoyed doing. After he died, Monica had thought the committee would undoubtedly give her the job, she was qualified and had been working at GH for years, not to mention Alan's understudy of sorts.
Her mood was a little off to say the least, she was sick and tired of the nosey Dr. Ford and his meddling ways. If she became chief of staff, that was one doctor who was going to be transferred.
Nevertheless, she knew her mood would improve once she reached the engagement party. Just seeing Jason so happy, was enough to cause her to smile and seeing her grandson's was another thing that was smile inducing.
Now that she was ready, she supposed she would have to get everyone else ready too. Alice was staying home with Lila Rae, Monica didn't want the child around big crowds yet, her world was turned upside down, keeping with normalcy was best for the time being. That little girl was going to have a very difficult life, Monica only hoped to lessen the burden that she would carry, because she knew there was no way to remove it, it would be with her for life.
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Edward and Ned sat debating this and that, never quite able to agree on anything, especially when Edward felt the need to bring up his Eddie Maine days, to the older man, Ned's music was laughable an affront to the Quartermaine name. But it made no matter to him, he loved his music, just because he wasn't doing it any longer didn't mean he didn't miss it. That was when he had truly be happy.
Both men's breath was stolen when Monica walked in, they were not known for kindness but once in awhile, a sliver of compassion over flowed and was glimpsed, a blue moon shall we say.
"Monica, you look positively radiant, I see being a grandmother agrees with you!" Edward exclaimed, he had never seen her look so lovely.
"Yes, you look angelic. You should talk Jason into giving you a few more grandkids. At this rate you are going to have all the men of Port Charles following you around like lost puppies." Ned said with a smile.
"Thank you for your kind words, both of you. Nevertheless, while I would love to see Jason and Elizabeth have more kids, the men will just have to understand, my heart is with Alan, and until I see him again, for once in my life, I will be faithful to his memory." Monica said with a grin, knowing the eye rolls were undoubtedly reaching skyward. "Where is Tracy and dare I ask Luke?"
"That daughter of mine is coming later with that layabout husband of hers Luke Spencer." Edwards said shaking his head, unable to comprehend what Tracy saw in Luke.
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Alexis stood rooted to the spot, she had seen Lucky Spencer in this wing, she had only hoped that he was here for another reason, but that hope died when he stepped into the room of her daughter.
Lucky wasn't a bad guy per se, he like his father allowed his temper and addictions to run his life. While most of their addiction's were harmless to a certain degree, like Luke's unwavering belief and love of his Angel, Laura. And the same could be said about Lucky's obsession for Elizabeth, when the Spencer men loved, they loved for ever, but what did that mean for her daughter, could Lucky ever truly let Liz go and be there for Sam. Both father and son had a liking of stiff drinks and ice, not to mention Lucky's pill addiction, so on occasion they took things to far.
Alexis only prayed that Sam would not get hurt in this, everything she knew about her daughter only led her to believe Sam did the best job of sabotaging any chance at happiness. And while she wasn't happy with what Sam had done, she couldn't look down her nose any longer at her daughter, they were family. Besides Alexis new all about bad choices and mistakes.
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For what seemed like days, Lucky stood in her doorway, looking in, his gaze drawn to the flatness of her stomach, where his child may very well be. A myriad of emotions swirled across his face, but his eyes seemed to sparkle. She tried to speak, but words were lost to her. It was obvious he had heard about the baby, but that wasn't going to help the situation, especially after the last time they spoke, Lucky's was anything but happy.
Before either had the chance to say anything, Sam doubled over with another coughing fit. Tears coursed down her face from the physical exertion it took, when she finally stopped coughing and cleared her eyes of the tears, she was shocked to see Lucky standing by her bed, a glass of water in hand.
With a smile, she took the glass from him and sipped the cool water. Even the water stung her raw, parched throat, but it lessened the hurt some. "Thank you." Sam said with a small smile.
"Your welcome, how are you feeling?" Lucky asked, his worry evident.
"I feel a little better, but I am so tired, but I don't want to sleep." Sam replied, fear briefly flashing in her dark orbs.
"Why don't you want to sleep, you need to rest to get better, and the baby needs you to rest as well." Lucky said, unconsciously taking her hand in his.
A small smile touched her lips, "I know Lucky but I can't stand the nightmares." For once, she cast aside her tough as nails act, allowing Lucky to see the fear. "Will you stay with me, while I sleep?" Sam asked in a whisper.
Not exactly sure how to reply, he just nodded his head. He was still angry about the lies, but a brief fluttering of his heart, was all the answer he needed. Right now, they needed each other, and for now, that was enough.
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