Chapter 22

Valentines Day - Morning

"Diane, you didn't have to drive all the way out here to drop this off." Elizabeth voiced as she closed the door.

Diane waved her hand at Elizabeth, "I wanted to drop it off to you and check out this gorgeous new place."

Elizabeth shrugged, "It is nice, I haven't really had many visitors except Emily and Jason… oh and Sonny." She walked past Diane and sat on the couch. She motioned for Diane to take a seat which she immediately did. "My grandmother isn't exactly happy with my situation and the rest of my family doesn't live around here anymore."

"Well that explains your concern when it came to the will." Diane added and looked at the envelope Elizabeth was holding in her hand that included the final draft of her will.

"It feels good to have it all taken care of though so thank you for your help and advice."

Diane pursed her lips, "They pay me well to help everyone close to them but I am actually happy to be able to help you."

Elizabeth thought for a second then spoke, "Can I ask you your opinion on a personal matter?"

Diane raised an eyebrow and waited for her to continue.

"You can see all sides of the situation, you know me and you know Jason. Do you think I am crazy for getting my children involved in his life?"

"Well it is not my place to judge my dear."

Elizabeth shook her head, "I'm not asking for you to judge me, just your objective opinion. Besides Emily there isn't really anyone objective that I can talk about this with."

Diane sighed, "Well…" she clucked her tongue. "It's not an easy life, I see that with young Michael and Morgan Corinthos. It involves guards and constant awareness." Sighing again she continued. "However, Jason is not your typical alleged criminal. He would never hurt an innocent person and cares deeply for those close to them, protecting them thoroughly. He takes care of his employees as well, something I have come to know from personal experience… my closet has flourished in the past months since I have been working for him."

"So you don't think I'm crazy?" Elizabeth asked with hope.

Diane smiled and placed her hand on Elizabeth's wrist, "I think you are exactly what Jason needs."

"Well I meant the boys, not me."

Diane pulled her hand back and rolled her eyes, "Right." She clasped her hands in her lap, "Well here is my advice… Don't let the outside elements effect your decisions. Jason is very resourceful and can, no doubt, protect you and your children. Carly can be overbearing and meddlesome… she showed that last week." Diane chuckled and when she saw question in Elizabeth's eyes she continued, "You'll have to ask Jason about that one. But I can see that he would do anything for you, Cameron and your son or daughter to be."

"It's a girl." Elizabeth declared.

"Well congratulations."

"Thank you and I'm sorry to bother you, I guess I just needed someone to tell me I'm not crazy." Elizabeth voiced as she heard her cell phone ringing in the kitchen. "Excuse me for one minute."

Diane waited a couple minutes until Elizabeth returned from her phone call. Diane thought that she looked distraught, "Is something wrong?"

Elizabeth blinked her eyes a few times, running through her brief conversation with Emily and sucked in a deep breath, "Have you seen the paper this morning?"

Diane shook her head.

Elizabeth opened her door and spotted the morning paper in her driveway. She quickly made her way down the walkway and retrieved the paper then returned to the warmth of her house. Diane watched as she pulled the middle section out, scanned the page then gasped, "Oh my god!"

…And The Story Continues, As Port Charles Turns

As previously reported, local businessman with alleged ties to organized crime had been undergoing a transformation in his personal life. His relationship with 'baby-mama' Elizabeth Webber is rumored to have elevated to couple status (see photo left). Miss Webber is reportedly driving a Mercedes S550, MSRP over $90,000, not exactly an affordable vehicle based on her nurses salary. A top surgical nurse makes about that much each year and although we have no proof that the car was a gift from Morgan, it can be inferred if you wish.

Morgan, a very public figure in our city, has been seen picking Cameron Morgan (adopted son of Jason, biological son of Miss Webber, as previously reported) from daycare (see photo below). He has also reportedly cut ties with former flame Samantha McCall, allowing further evolution of the possible joining of two Port Charles dynasties. Odds of a Webber-Quartermaine (ah-hem Morgan) union in 2007? This reporter would say even money.

Stay tuned.

Elizabeth read the article twice but her eyes kept focusing on the pictures. Diane stood and moved to stand beside her, peeking over her shoulder at the page in her hand, "This is an invasion of your privacy."

"How could they possibly…" Elizabeth trailed off. "How did they get that picture?" Elizabeth asked, red-faced. Of course they hadn't taken a picture of them walking through the park or greeting each other. The first picture was of Elizabeth, her gaze obviously on Jason as he bent down in front of her the day before to pick up her purse. "Oh my god, I'm looking at his butt!" she gasped. "And Cameron, how could they do that to him?"

"I can't believe they are posting the picture of your child, that is unethical." Diane spat. "When was this taken?"

Elizabeth shook her head, "It must have been last week when Jason picked him up from daycare because that's my car Jason is buckling him in. They must have been following him or me."

"But the guards should have noticed." Diane explained.

"I don't know but right now I don't care, there is a picture of my son in the paper and a picture of me checking out Jason's ass… what are they going to do write a repeal? The damage is done, the pictures are out there." Elizabeth's eyes began to fill with tears. "Why are they trying to smear me? They make me look like a gold-digging whore!"

"Elizabeth…" Diane took her elbow and led her back to the couch. "Sit down, I'm going to call Jason."

"Oh my god and I'm checking him out. Everyone is going to see that."

Diane waved her hand at her as if to shrug it off, "I check out Jason's butt all the time, how can you not check out those tight buns?" Diane pulled her phone from her overpriced Hermes bag, "In a couple days no one will remember it anyway so just hold your head high." She dialed her phone. "Jason… Diane… Yea… actually this is personal… well I can bill you if you want…" she chuckled and continued, "I'm at Elizabeth's and have you seen the paper yet?… well I suggest you check out the society pages and get over here… yes… ok." She closed her phone and sat beside Elizabeth.

"Why are they so interested in my life?" Elizabeth wondered out loud.

Diane shook her head, "It's some silly voyeuristic past-time that I have never quite understood myself. What I do know is that these things are forgotten by the time the next celebrity turns up pregnant, which seems to happen every couple days so no worries."

A knock at the door shook Diane and Elizabeth from their conversation. "Hey, these were just delivered for Miss Webber." Milo said and handed Diane an extremely large arrangement of crimson colored roses.

"Well thank you for bringing them up here Milo." Diane said with a wink and turned to Elizabeth. "Looks like someone remembered it is Valentines day."

Elizabeth wiped her cheeks dry and her eyes narrowed. Jason was not the 'showering with flowers' type so she was slightly confused. He was subtle by nature, flowers were completely out of character for him, especially flowers that were so extravagant.

"Card." Diane stated, holding a small white envelope in front of Elizabeth as she placed the arrangement on the coffee table in front of her.

Elizabeth placed the newspaper on the table and opened the card. She read the words and a gasp escaped her lips.