A/N: Since the last chapter was so short, I thought I would go ahead and share the next one with you. Thank you again for all of your encouragement and support – it is very much appreciated!

Chapter Fourteen

Deciding she wanted to get away from her Grams as quickly as possible, she packs as much as she can into her car before waking her sleeping son.

"Cam," she whispers in his ear. "Time to wake up, baby. We're going on an adventure. What do you think? Can you be a big boy and help mommy on this adventure?"

Sleepily Cam grins at his mommy, "Otay mommy, I's hep you on yous aventer."

"That's mommy's big boy. Let's get you dressed for our ad-ven-ture."

Changing Cam into some different clothes, she gathers the last few things from his room that he would want in the new place, wherever that was going to be. Carrying him and the last bag down the stairs, she stops and looks at her grandmother. "Grams, I love you, but it's not your place to try to run my life. You can love me and you can worry about me, or you can choose to be disappointed in me because I'm not living the life that you think I should. But, it is my life, and I will live it – my way."

"Say goodbye to Grams, Cameron."

"Bye Gwams, I's wuv oo."

"Goodbye, my darling. You be good for your mommy."

"I's will."

Settling his head in the crook of his mommy's neck, Elizabeth carried him out to her car and placed him in his car seat. She decided to go to her studio, at least for the next few days, until she could figure out where to move permanently. It would also make taking care of Jason that much easier, if he had decided to stay, and he hadn't already left. She could never be sure what he would do, especially when he thought it was the right thing to do. With that in mind, she decided that she was going to have to get Cameron's crib from her old apartment, since she was not going back to her grandmother's for the twin bed he'd been sleeping on. She couldn't afford to buy him another bed right now. She needed to find someone to watch Cam for her while she went and got his crib. She also knew it was going to be a little bit crowded there if Jason still staying to recover from his gunshot wound. Honestly, she hoped he hadn't left yet, but wouldn't be surprised to find that he'd gone already.

She thought about calling Emily. Dismissing that idea for the night, maybe she'd just let Cam sleep on a palette on the floor, she did pack his sleeping bag. She doesn't want to face Nicholas right now, so Emily, and going to Wyndamere are out. She'll think about that tomorrow.

Parking at the docks by the studio, Elizabeth carries her sleeping son into the building. Getting to the door, she smiles at all of the memories this one little studio could invoke in her. So many happy times here, with Jason. Losing energy fast because of her pregnancy, she opens the door and pulls up short with a gasp.

"Ja….Jason, what are you doing? I thought I told you to sleep, you need sleep to heal?" she asks breathlessly from the excess weight of Cam on her chest, as she sees him trying to get up from the couch. Jason wants to take Cam from her and lay him down on the far end of the couch. "Thank you, but I've got him. I sometimes forget how heavy he's getting now that he's growing up. I still see him as my little baby….. But you didn't answer my question. Jason, what's going on?"

Smirking slightly at her rambling, "Elizabeth….breathe."

"Sorry."

"S'ok. I was just trying to build some of my strength back up."

"Oh, no you don't. Don't you remember anything from the last time you were shot?" she asked him incredulously. "You will heal much faster if you don't push yourself."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he tells her, not really very sorry, but knowing that he's a horribly impatient patient. "What's wrong? Why did you bring Cam here, I thought he was staying with your Grams tonight?"

"Well, he was. Until I broke the cardinal rule: don't do anything to disappoint my Grams. Make sure that I live my life how she thinks I should, not how I want to. No, I told her about the baby and she basically forced me out."

"She kicked you out because I'm the father of your baby?"

"No, but she told me in no uncertain terms that I was to have nothing to do with you while I continued to live under her roof. So, I packed up our shit and got the hell out. And now, here I am. I thought this place would work for us until I found something a little more permanent."

"I'm sorry about your grandmother. I never thought she would do something that drastic. Look, you stay here, I'll call Sonny and have him move me to one of the safe houses or something."

"No Jason, it's okay. I mean it will be a little crowded with the three of us here, but this way I can take care of both you and my son."

"I'm okay with it, as long as you're comfortable, that it is," he quickly amended.

"I wouldn't have suggested it, if I didn't mind," she says. "Maybe, when you're ready, we can talk about things, too."

"Why don't we get you two settled? Do you bring anything with you?"

"Um, yeah, actually, I was gonna wait until Cam woke up to go get it, since I didn't want to leave him alone in here."

"Give me your keys and I'll call and have one of the guards bring it in." He holds out his hand, patiently waiting for her keys. She finally hands them over. Calling the guard staying across the hall, he asks Francis to unload Elizabeth's car for her. Chuckling to himself, he watches as Francis brings the stuff from the car up in two trips.

Bringing the last load in, he tells Francis to set everything down in the far corner, as much out of the way as possible. Handing her back her keys, Francis tells Elizabeth, "Okay, that's it. I'll just head out now. Call if you guys need anything. I'm close by."

"Thank you for helping, Francis. I really appreciate it."

"No problem, Miss Webber."

"It's Elizabeth. I thought we got that part straight years ago," she laughs at him.

"Good night, Jason. Good night…Elizabeth," the guard says, then hurries out of the door before Jason can call him on it.