Here we go next chapter...there's a lot packed in here so hope it all flows well. I'm excited to finish this one cause I have a few more ideas up my sleve...

Jason stood at the front of St. Timothy's church, Father Cortes to his right, Spinelli a couple steps behind. Other than a quick conversation the night before, Jason hadn't seen his bride-to-be in the last 3 days.

Far too long for his liking.

The group assembled in the sanctuary was an eclectic bunch, from the Quatermaines, and different members of the Corinthois organization, members of the PCPD, various people from the hospital, and a random assortment of people Maxie "knew" from the fashion industry.

"Soon Stonecold. Soon." Spinelli said placing his hand on the shoulder of Jason's perfectly tailored suit; tie too tight for his liking.

Before Jason could respond the organist began to play alerting everyone that the wedding was beginning. Jason smiled fondly at Patrick and Robin, watching as Lulu began her assent up the aisle. Lulu took her place across from Spinelli before turning back towards the aisle as the music changed to the wedding march.

Maxie appeared on Mac's arm as a vision of white. Something that she never truly thought she would do; being a bride, or wearing white. Mac and Jason politely shook hands before Mac kissed Maxie's cheek and gave her away to Jason "mobster" Morgan.

~*~

"By the power vested in me by God and the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife; you may kiss your bride."

Jason didn't wait another minute people bringing a hand up to cradle the base of her head being careful to avoid the ringlets coming out of the clip holding her hair in perfect place. Maxie slipped her tongue into Jason's mouth trying to deepen the kiss, forgetting that there was anyone else in the room. Jason reluctantly broke off the kiss leaving them both breathless and wanting more.

The people in the sanctuary applauded the new couple as they began their exit of the building. Hand in hand, and ready to start their life together.

~*~

"Where do you think they are?" Robin asked watching the elevator doors, everyone was sitting at table scattered throughout the metro court restaurant eating. Jason and Maxie had still yet to arrive.

"Milo," Carly called out to him, the man who filled in as the driver of the limo. "You came up about 45 minutes ago?"

Milo's cheek's turned a bright shade of red as he tried to put into words the reason why the newlyweds had yet to arrive.

"Seriously!" Robin laughed. She didn't waste any time pulling the cell phone from her clutch.

~*~

"That is the third time someone called." Maxie smiled. Her wedding dress was lying across the seat behind them. She sat straddling Jason with just her bra, half slip, and garter. "Maybe we should go in?"

"But I just got you out of that dress." Jason said exasperated.

At that Maxie's phone rang again, this time Lulu. "WHAT!"

"Maxie, you need to stop having sex with your husband and get your ass up here. You have the next two weeks to have all the sex you want!" Lulu said through gritted teeth before hanging up.

"We should probably get upstairs." Jason suggested motioning for Maxie to put on her dress while he redressed himself. "Do you need some help getting back in your dress?"

"Yes," Maxie smiled as she did her best to step into the fashionable dress turning so that Jason could zip and link the dress in place. "I love you Jason Morgan."

"I love you Maxie Morgan."

"It's official. We've had sex as a married couple." Maxie smiled as Jason helped her out of the limo. "It's pretty great huh?"

"It's better than great Maxie. It's perfect."

~*~

The reception over, and the present's laying across the penthouse, mostly consuming the pool table, Maxie's wedding dress permanently hanging at the back of the couples walk in closet. Their three bags were packed and ready by the front door for their early departure for the Bahamas, their first stop on the honeymoon before traveling on to Europe, for an adventure on the back of a motorcycle; and of course hours of shopping for Maxie. Jason only agreed to that once Maxie promised to model all the lingerie she purchased in each city.

The couple just planned to sleep on the long flight, taking every opportunity to enjoy their new marital status.

While on the commercial flight, the first flight from New York to Miami, the couple was sitting in first class Jason; in the aisle seat so that Maxie could look out the window; mostly so she could get extra sleep. Jason of course always on alert watched his beautiful bride sleep, spinning the silver ring around his finger.

"Newly married?" An older gentleman in the adjacent row asked.

"Yeah, last night." Jason smiled looking over at Maxie again.

"Honeymoon trip?" Jason just continued nodding at the questions. "From one married man to another, can I offer you a piece of advice?"

"I'd take anything you can offer me."

"Happy wife, happy life." The man looked around Jason taking a short look at Maxie's sleeping form.

"Is your wife with you?" Jason asked trying to make conversation.

"My wife passed on, a few weeks ago. I was in New York for the burial."

"I'm sorry. How long were you married?"

"53 roller coaster years; women, can't live with them, can't seem to manage without them."

"I know the feeling." Jason smirked as Maxie lifted her feet and placed them in his lap, truly making herself comfortable.

"So peaceful when their sleeping." The man said as if he knew Maxie personally.

"So you've met?" Jason joked. "She's a firecracker."

"Well good luck to you both." The man said picking up his newspaper again. Jason smiled down at his beautiful bride. Finally relaxing and letting sleep take over.

~*~

After switching to a smaller plane they continued their travels to the Island of Eleuthera one of the larger island in the Bahamas. They rented an open-topped jeep, on Maxie's request so that she could enjoy the warm arm on her skin at all times. Jason easily accepted hoping to convince Maxie to go two-tracking at some point before they left the island.

Their two level beach villa was located right along the coast of ten bay beach, giving them their own private bay where they could swim, tan and do just about whatever they wanted. The kitchen was stocked at Jason request and everything was ready for the perfect week in paradise.

All they had to worry about now was whether to eat, sleep enjoy the beach or enjoy each other first.

"Can you believe it actually happened?" Maxie said flopping down on the king size bed.

"What? The wedding?" Jason asked removing her sandals before joining her on the bed.

"No," She smirked turning onto her side to kiss him lightly. "Nothing and no one could have stopped me from becoming Mrs. Morgan."

"Then what?"

"We're here, on an island that isn't controlled by Sonny, a place where nothing is work related and it's just you and me. No one else."

Jason toed off his own shoes and wrapped his arms around his young bride. "3 weeks."

"I know I can't wait to get you out of these clothes." Maxie winked.

"So we have this whole villa, a private beach and all you can think about is getting me out of my clothes?"

"Do you have a problem with that?" Maxie asked rising up on her knees to straddle Jason, slowly lifting the ribbed tank top over her head. Jason's hands slowly traveled up her jean clad legs to squeeze her hips, bringing their bodies closer together.

Maxie made a silent vow to herself to have sex with her husband in every room of the villa before their week was over.

~*~

Early on the morning of their 3rd day in Eleuthera Maxie awoke long before Jason a rarity in their relationship. After their bendy activities the night before Maxie couldn't think of a better way to relax and stretch her kinked muscles than a little bit of yoga. Slipping into one of her less revealing bikini's that hugged her curves but kept her securely placed she walked down to the first level towards the sliding glass doors walking down the deck to the stone path that led out to their private bay.

Maxie went through her yoga routine and before she knew it she had to dive into the water to cool herself down. Even early in the morning the weather in the Bahamas' was drastically different than Port Charles. Upon reemerging to the surface she found Jason clad in only his sleep shorts, something he had to pull on since they preferred to sleep naked, even back in Port Charles.

"Have I told you lately that I hate waking up alone in bed?" Jason smirked watching as Maxie pulled herself out of the water, she couldn't help but notice how Jason's eyes trailed over her body.

"Isn't that usually my line?" She laughed putting her hair up into a high ponytail. "Sorry I was a little stiff after last night."

"Yeah, I had no idea that you were that flexible. You've been holding out on me." He joked stepping forward lightly massaging the tops of her shoulders.

"I have to leave some mystery to the relationship." She laughed leaning forward enough so that the water droplets transferred from her body to his bare chest.

"So every surface of the villa, does that include this little area out here by the bay?" Jason asked his fingers pulling lightly on the tie behind her neck. Jason watched as Maxie helped loosen the tie behind her back and they both held their breath as the top found its way to the space between their feet.

The difference of skin tone was clearly evident between the material that covered her breasts and the rest of her skin.

"So right out here? Right out in the open?" Maxie asked her fingers pulling slowly at the ties that held the bottom together.

"I don't see why not?" Jason stopped Maxie's slow form of torture by pulling the strings quickly the fabric meeting his hand quickly as it left her toned body. "I think you should just forget about clothes."

"And I think you're over dressed."

Jason happily obliged in the removal of his shorts taking Maxie on another "surface" there villa provided.

~*~

On their last full day in Eleuthera Maxie was curled into the fetal position on one of the deck chairs just outside their master bedroom. The night before they drove into town to Palmetto Point for dinner, where Jason stuck with a safe steak but Maxie wanting to get the full experience opted for island fresh seafood.

That became the second morning on their honeymoon that Jason woke alone in bed. "I told you not to get the seafood." Jason called out as Maxie made a dash for the bathroom.

"Shut up!" Maxie whispered her throat sore.

"Do you want to come back to bed?"

"Nope, I'm thinking back to the deck." She smiled raising her arms for Jason to carry her. It wasn't hard to lift her into his arms and set her lightly in the lounge chair, grabbing the extra blanket from inside the room to drape over her scantily clad body.

"We don't have a lot here for breakfast, especially with your stomach being so upset. I'm going to go into town really quick and get you something to settle your stomach." Jason said kissing her forehead lightly. "Love you."

"You really shouldn't look to closely right now. It's way too early in our marriage for you to see me this way."

"In sickness and in health Max." He whispered kissing her again, before returning to the room to change and prepare to head out.

Maxie could hear the jeep pull out of the gravel drive, hopefully the Bahamas still had ginger ale. Somewhere in time Maxie must have began to doze off, the warm salty air lulling her to sleep. It wasn't long before she heard the sound of the jeep pulling back onto the gravel path.

~*~

Jason was searching the small island grocery store high and low. He had found their version of ginger ale and saltines, but he was hoping to find a small bell. One of the few fond memories Maxie had ever shared about Felicia was when she was sick. The bell was something that Maxie still had sitting on the mantle, next to a picture of Georgie.

The best he could find was a cooking timer but it was the thought that counted right?

Paying for the items Jason quickly jumped in the jeep wanting to get back his bride to take care of her. She really did still look beautiful even when she was leaning over the toilet dressed in only his tank top.

He could almost guarantee she would be asleep in the chair by the time he returned. She could fall asleep almost anywhere. Another thing they had in common.

Pulling back into the drive Jason quickly exited the jeep seeing that the sliding doors on the second level deck were still open, assuming Maxie was still out there. Stopping in the kitchen Jason grabbed a glass filling it halfway with ice before pouring in ginger ale. With the crackers, soda and kitchen timer in hand Jason made his way up the stairs reaching the balcony finding the lounge chair empty, the blanket missing as well.

"Maxie?" Jason called moving to look in the bathroom. After searching the small villa Jason headed down the stretch to the private bay still not finding her bride.

"Maxie if you're hiding it's really not that funny." Jason said trying to keep the worry out of his voice. Moving back into the villa he checked the bed, end tables and refrigerator for a note and came up empty.

Jason didn't know where she was, but it was safe to say that he was in a full blown panic. Finally finding her cell phone in the bedside table, Jason knew he was out of options. Now all that he could do was wait, or go to the police. Neither sounded like a good option but the later was the necessary.

He just didn't want to be the one to tell Mac that he at the moment had no idea where is daughter was.

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