Chapter Thirty-Nine

Declan and Milo escorted Liz to the dress shop, she couldn't put it off any longer, she had to choose the dress. She spent a few moments looking at some of the new arrivals, but finally decided on the one she wanted, she purchased it and quickly hurried out, trying to save the two bodyguards anymore embarrassments as possible, seeing as how these stores didn't exude masculinity.

Liz had agreed to let Jason go and talk to Sam alone, it hurt to say it, but she understood Jason needed closure, so instead of being the overbearing girlfriend, she had come to take care of the last minute details for the wedding. She wanted nothing more than to be by his side when he spoke to her, but for now, she had to trust in the love that she and Jason shared, if she started questioning it, she would find herself no better than Sam, because that is exactly what she did all along. But it didn't mean she had to like it.

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"Ja-Jason, what are you doing here?" Sam asked, unable to keep the tremor out of her voice.

"I heard the news, does Lucky know?" Jason asked, while trying to maintain his outer calm.

"He knows. But Jason if you are here, that means you want to give us another chance, if this baby is yours, I can make you happy, you can get custody of Alan and we can live happily ever after." Sam replied, while she slowly worried her bottom lip. She would be shocked to learn that Alexis did that very same thing, when worried or stressed.

"And what about Cameron, am I suppose to just give him up?" Jason asked, unable to keep the anger from tinting his voice.

"Jason, he's not yours, why should you be burdened with a child who isn't even yours, it just proves how much Liz doesn't care about you, asking you to care for another man's child." Sam said, taking hope that he had not mentioned Elizabeth.

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Lucky stood outside Sam's hospital room, his hands fisted, all the while a muscle beat out a steady rhythm in his Jaw.

Once again he was being passed over for Jason, what did he ever do to deserve this, he was just as good a man as Jason, better even, because he didn't put his family in danger on a daily basis.

Who was finally going to see the man inside and find his worthy, did he not deserve a chance at happiness too? His thoughts only compacted upon one another when Sam all but called Cameron a bastard.

When he finally got his emotions under control, it took every ounce of effort to relax his hands and when he looked at his palms, he could see the crescent shaped marks indented there, a few were even seeping blood. He needed to do a better job of keeping his cool. Jason never lost his in the face of adversity, he always came out smelling like a rose, if that is what it would take, he would do his best to be that man.

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Elizabeth stopped by the police department, she needed to talk to Mac, and while she hadn't followed every law throughout her life, she hoped he would see that she was an honorable woman.

She stopped before the police chief's door, all of a sudden questioning her idea, but then an image of Jason and Sam in the same room flashed before her eyes, that steeled her spine. She lifted her hand and knocked sharply twice, and then waiting. Thankfully it wasn't a long wait.

"Come in." Mac said through his closed door. Hoping it wasn't more bad news, but prepared for anything, this was Port Charles after all.

Elizabeth opened the door, but didn't step over the threshold till Mac indicated with a sweep of his hand that she could enter.

She had never felt overly comfortable being in the police station, it always left a bitter taste in her mouth. Almost like she had done something she wasn't suppose to have done and was now being prepared to be grilled.

"Elizabeth, what can I do for you?" Mac asked, clearly taken aback by the young beauties presence.

"Well, I-I had a favor to ask you, and I know you are not obligated to fulfill it, but I come anyway. I know you don't care for my fiancé or the business he is in, but I love him, he has stolen my heart and destroyed the key, so it is forever his, I need to know that tomorrow will not be ruined by anyone, so I come here and beg for your help." Liz said, a little shocked at her mini declaration.

"And what favor might that be, because I can tell you are not comfortable either being here or asking such a favor, so let's see if we can make it as painless as possible." Mac said, taking pity on the young mother, he too thought she had been through much in her life time and if her could grant her peace of mind, then so be it, he would.

"Well." Liz said, nervously wringing her hands. "I was hoping that you could have a police detail at the wedding tomorrow, for protection, more so for our guests and my children than myself, but I guess for me and Jason too. I have never wanted anything more in my life than to become Mrs. Morgan. And whether you agree to this or not, I will fight evil incarnate if I must, but I promise you this wedding will happen, it would just be a little more pleasant if say the police could be of some assistance." Liz said, finally taking a seat across from Mac, begging with her eyes for this supplication.

Mac couldn't help but smile at the woman sitting across from him, she was stronger than he would have given her credit for and she wouldn't back down because a challenge had the possibility of being to great, she believed in life and love and would go to any extent to make sure her family remained so. He had to give her kudos for that, not many women knew what they wanted let alone would have been willing and able to fight for it.

"And how many of my men were you hopping to use Mrs. Webber." Mac asked, unable to keep the smile from alighting his face.

"As many as you can spare." Liz said, knowing she had won the man over. An almost exalted emotion threatened to spill from her lips in a whooping cry of joy, but she bit her tongue, tomorrow she could celebrate, now she had to get home and do the small alterations the dress required.

"I believe I can spare a few men, tomorrow will tell the tale of how many, does that suit you?" Mac asked, trying to remain professional but failing miserably, but not minding so much.

"I think that is wonderful! Thank you Mr. Scorpio, thank you ever so much." Liz said as she stood from her seat, heading back the way she came. At Mac's door she turned around and said, "You know, your invited to the wedding." And without waiting for a reply, left the police station, heading home.

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