So I am going to post this chapter and go hide! I'm sorry but they have always been about angst and push/pull... I have to have a little in here. I promise it will all pay off in the end:)

Chapter 18

Elizabeth picked at her french fries. Normally if she had to buy lunch (or dinner in this case) in the cafeteria, she would stick to salad and sandwiches. Cafeteria food is usually either bland, greasy or fattening… but mainly just scary. Since she had gotten pregnant, if she was craving something she was just giving in and today she was definitely having a craving for greasy food. In the end she chose Cameron's favorite, chicken fingers and french fries. Ironically once she sat down to eat the food she'd just purchased, she didn't have much of an appetite left. In fact she felt slightly ill, mainly from her nerves.

She had literally run out of the coffeehouse after Sonny and Diane practically walked in on them. She felt like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar… a six foot three jar with killer abs. The embarrassment of pretty much being caught having sex on Sonny's desk was not what was bothering her now though. Sure she would be mortified for months to come whenever she saw them, but that seemed like nothing compared to the moments before. They had sex in Sonny's office, what did it mean?

It wasn't that she didn't want it or thought about it, a lot. There was definitely the desire on her end and it seemed like it was there on his. He just broke up with Sam, Elizabeth was carrying his child and so much was changing in both of their lives. Letting out a sigh, she shoved a piece of chicken in her mouth and looked around the large cafeteria just in time to see Alan and Monica Quartermaine approaching her.

Elizabeth quickly swallowed the food in her mouth as they came to stop at her table, "Monica… Alan, how are you both?"

"Good, just having a rare dinner together. We have to take 'em when we can with our crazy schedules." Alan said with a genuine smile.

"Well if you ask me it is nice to see a couple that has been together as long as you two still enjoy spending time together."

Monica chuckled and looked over at Alan, "Well it's not without a few bumps."

"Nothing's easy." Elizabeth shrugged.

Alan raised an eyebrow, "Nothing worthwhile is… some things or people are worth the work." He looked around the crowded cafeteria, "Mind if we join you?"

"Oh, you don't want to be alone?" Elizabeth asked.

"There is no privacy in this hospital unless you are a patient." Alan replied.

Elizabeth nodded, "I'd love some company."

Alan placed their tray of food on the table and pulled out Monica's chair before seating himself beside her. "So Emily tells me that you've gotten settled into your house."

"Yea, it's been crazy. Cam loves his room and can't wait till it's warm enough to play in the yard."

"And how is the pregnancy coming?" Alan quickly asked. Elizabeth smirked when she saw Alan's body jerk from a kick that Monica made under the table.

"It's ok, you can ask." She assured them. "It's good, no more morning sickness. I'm starting to get a little tired out easier but its all part of the experience."

"We don't mean to pry, I know it is a strange situation with our family, especially Edward… but mainly we are just happy for you, and for Jason even though he wouldn't want to hear that from us." Monica said.

Elizabeth nodded, "I know but at the end of the day you are my baby's grandparents." Elizabeth saw a flash of happiness in Monica's eyes with the mention of her being the baby's grandmother. She picked up a small piece of chicken and put it in her mouth.

"But there is history and we don't want to push." Alan added.

She quickly swallowed the chicken, "I'm aware of it all, I've been friends with Emily for a long time. Jason and I haven't really discussed it but I will talk to him because I would like him or her to have a relationship with their grandparents… especially since I'm not quite sure my Grams is ever going to come around."

Monica smiled, "I'd love… we'd love to spend time with Cameron as well since he also is now technically our grandson… again I don't want to push."

"You know, regardless of everything we still love our son and we hope that somewhere deep down, he still cares for us. What I'm trying to say, not so well, is that Audrey will come around." Alan said reassuringly.

Elizabeth sighed, hoping he was right.

Elizabeth stood in the doorway to Cameron's room and hugged her belly. He was sleeping peacefully in his bed that was outfitted with linens covered in different trains from Chuggin' Charlie. They had been a gift from his Aunt Emily and he had gone to sleep without a fight ever since. She slowly drifted from room to room, wondering if there was anything she needed to get done tonight. Mainly she was just trying to keep her mind off Jason and what had happened.

Giving up, she sat on the couch and pulled the soft afghan over her legs. She was tired after her shift at work and the only things that needed to be done took too much energy, energy she did not have left.

It was him that initiated the event in the office… although she knew that he never intended for things to go so far. But neither of them stopped it, neither of them even stopped long enough to consider the unlocked door or the possibility of someone walking in at any second. Elizabeth cringed at the thought of Carly barging in on them and getting a full view of Jason's bare ass with her equally bare legs tightly wrapped around him. Elizabeth could feel the heat in her face at the thought.

A light tapping on the door shook her from her thoughts. Knowing exactly who it would be so late, she quickly rose and opened the door without checking through the window first. Besides, there wasn't anyone else that could make it past the guard this late.

"Hey." Jason softly murmured. "I know it's late but…" he trailed off.

She quickly shook her head and stepped aside for him to walk in. "I was hoping you'd stop by. I just got Cameron to bed so I was just sitting down to relax for a bit." She closed the door and walked past him, "Can I get you anything to drink or eat or anything?" she nervously asked.

"I'm fine."

Elizabeth picked up the afghan, tossed it over the back of the couch and sat down. Things were so awkward and she hated that. They were both silent for a couple minutes and he sat on the couch beside her. Deciding to finally break the ice, she made conversation, "I uh, I was on break today in the cafeteria and ended up eating with Monica and Alan."

At the same time, Jason spoke as well, "I talked to Carly today." He ignored the words he had just said and focused on hers. "What did they want?"

Elizabeth furrowed her brows, "Why do you think that they want something? I thought you got along with them in an odd sort of way. I mean I know it isn't a mother-father-son relationship but…"

"I know what you are getting at and I don't want my child… children mixed up with that family."

She closed her eyes and shook her head, "Jason, I'm not saying I want my kids to be Quartermaine's… even though in a genetic test, they are or one is. I'm saying that it would be nice if they could get to know Monica and Alan along with Emily as well."

Jason shook his head, "No."

"Why not?"

"You know why not… there is no half way with them. If Alan and Monica get involved then Edward will and then Tracey… I just don't want them to be an influence in their lives."

"I understand your worry but I don't think that Monica and Alan have any bad intentions."

"Elizabeth, I don't want any of them around… at all!" he firmly stated, practically raising his voice at her. He was firm and spoke as though that was the end of the subject for him.

"Jason, don't yell at me."

He looked at her, "I don't appreciate you talking to Monica and Alan about this." He explained through gritted teeth.

She wasn't sure why, maybe the hormones again, but that was it… she was pissed. "Jason, contrary to what you think, they are nice people and generally care for the welfare of my children and yours as well. I think it would be nice to have them in the baby's life because at this point I cannot count on my Grams to be a grandparent or MY parents for that case." Her eyes narrowed, "I know that WE have a unique situation but I don't need you patronizing me and treating me like a child."

He looked at her slightly frustrated and slightly confused at why she was making such a big deal out of it.

She stood from the couch, "I'm tired, it's been a long day and I think you should go."

Confused was an understatement, now she was kicking him out. This was not how he imagined the night was going to go, not that he came over with any expectations… just hope. He leaned forward and wiped his hand down his face then stood and slowly went to the door.

"I'll call you tomorrow." He mumbled then he left.

She found herself crying as she slowly walked back to the couch. She had definitely overreacted but so had he. There was no discussion and that was what pissed her off because it seemed like he didn't want to hear what she had to say. Sure she had asked him to leave, or told him to but that's what upset her the most… he did leave, didn't try to make things right first. Once again, their situation grew even more complicated and confusing.