A/N: I meant to post this earlier today (Sat), but time slipped away from me and I had to meet my family to go to the movies today. Prometheus – in 3D – it was awesome! Anyways, glad you enjoyed the convo between Jason and Elizabeth. I tried to make it open, but realistic to the characters' nature. I've always thought that if these two could just open up to each other about how they feel, they would be unbreakable. You can't always solve every problem in one conversation, but you can't solve any problem without communication. I think the writers have always written this couple completely wrong. They are the two people that actually can talk about anything, but the writers never showcased that when it came to an actual romantic relationship. They always made it – you're friends now talk about anything – oops, you've crossed the line now you can't talk about anything at all. WTH? Okay, stepping off my soap box… hope you enjoy!
Chapter Sixteen
Laughing at the young boy's enthusiasm for his toy motorcycles, Jason sat on the couch with Elizabeth's son and allowed himself to be a racetrack and ramp while the two played together. Cam was being very careful with Jason's leg after his mom told him that Jason had a boo-boo there. Glancing at the woman who'd been occupying most of his thoughts since that hot night in August, he saw that she was worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. Lust slammed into him, and he fought to rein it in. She didn't need his out of control hormones right now, there was obviously something on her mind. However, he couldn't help his mind drifting back to the night they made love. She'd chewed her lip that night, too, and he'd taken great pleasure in pulling it out from between her teeth, then set about to nibble on it himself. There had been no restraint that night, when he'd wanted to touch, he'd touched, when he'd wanted to kiss, he'd kissed. They had been completely open to each other that night.
"Elizabeth," he said softly, not wanting to draw Cam's attention to his mother. "Is everything alright? Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?"
Startled, she looked at her unborn baby's father, "What? No, I'm alright. I'm just thinking."
"Don't do that, Elizabeth. Don't shut me out, just tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing's…wrong, per se. I'm just thinking about how to break the news to L-U-C-K-Y," she said, spelling out the man's name so her young son wouldn't know who they were talking about. "I'm trying to remember that it's not up to me to keep him clean and sober, but I can't helping worrying that hearing about this baby is going to send him straight back to those stupid pills."
"You're right, it's not your job, or your responsibility. Besides, he has a family and other friends that can support him, if he needs it."
"And that's part of the problem, right there. Those friends and family have always made it my responsibility, they always want to remind me about him putting me back together…back then."
"HE didn't put you back together. You did that on your own, because of your own inner strength. Yes, he helped, he made it easier for you to be comfortable in your own home, in your own skin. But I have no doubt that you would have gotten there in your own time."
Smiling slightly at the faith he had in her, she whispered "Thank you. Just keep reminding me of that, at least until this is over with?"
A knock on the door interrupted anything else that Jason might have said. "Peeeeeee-tzaaaaaaaah!" Cameron cried. "Yay, it's here! I's soooooooo hungwy!"