Mattie looked at her reflection critically in the mirror. She'd used cold water to eradicate any signs of her crying jag and was now ready to go back to her patients. Satisfied that her face looked okay, she hurried out of the locker room.

As she rounded the corner to the main hub of the fifth floor, her cell phone rang. Grabbing it out of her pocket, she read the I.D. and saw that it was her Uncle Mac.

"Hi Uncle Mac!" She said happily.

"Hi Mattie. Got a minute?"

"For you? I've got two. What's up? She asked, leaning against the wall.

"I was just calling to invite you and Morgan to a family dinner tomorrow night. I'll be making pot roast. I know that that's your favorite," Mac replied.

She grinned. "Oh Mac, sounds like you are trying to bribe me."

"I am. You missed the last two family dinners. And this one is particularly important. We have Georgie back with us and you are engaged. Two things to celebrate. So you'll come?" Mac asked.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. And I will ask Morgan if he wants to come. Should I bring anything?"

"Your famous green bean casserole would be a good addition." Mac said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, I love you Uncle Mac." Mattie closed the phone and dropped it into her pocket. Maybe a family dinner was just what she needed.

Although right now, she needed to get some work done, Mattie told herself as she walked up to the nurses' station and grabbed her patient's chart. Just as she did, she elevator door burst open and a man frantically pushed his hugely pregnant wife in a wheel chair.

"Help! My wife's in labor!"

Mattie moved over as Elizabeth pushed the anxious father away and took control of the chair. "M'am, I'm Dr. Drake. I will help you. How far along are you?"

Mattie completely focused her attention on her patient, but her family was never far from her mind.

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Georgie opened her eyes shifted away from Dillon. She glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. She'd been at the mansion for almost four hours and she'd had sex.

She's had sex with her first love. It was crazy, but she knew that it had been true. And she knew that all that had been said was true. She and Dillon had a future and it was the most wonderful thing she'd ever been given.

Dillon sighed and pulled her back against him. "It's too early to get up," he mumbled.

Georgie giggled, but managed to slide underneath his arm. "It's three in the afternoon. And what is someone stops by? This is too private to share with anyone else."

He chuckled and disentangled himself from her. She reached for a blanket from the back of the chair and wrapped it around herself as she tried to locate her clothing. She came across shredded underwear. She held them up to show Dillon. "You owe me a new pair."

He grinned. "Gladly." He tossed her shirt and jeans at her and pulled his own jeans up over his hips.

Moments later, she was fully dressed and was attempting to put the living room back together. Dillon stopped her. "You don't have to do that."

"I know, but I want to. I am partly responsible for mess," she replied.

"I hope that you'll come back."

"You know that I will. I love you Dillon, I'm not giving you up again," she said, leaning in for a kiss. "But I have to go. I should get home because Maxie's girls will be finished with school soon and I like to hang out with them before their parents get home."

"Fair enough. I'll call you. I love you Georgie," Dillon replied, walking her out to the foyer and waiting until she was safely in her car.

He shut the door, amazed at what had just happen. Never in a million years would he have imagined that he would get a second chance with Georgie. But now, the impossible was possible.

And he couldn't wait to get started on their future.

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Cameron walked into the PCPD after his meeting with Lila. His focus was not on the Lansing case though. No, he couldn't stop thinking about Lila's attack on him about coddling her.

Was he wrong to worry about the wellbeing of the mother of his child?

He sighed and walked toward his desk, stopping for a moment at the sight of the Commissioner's office. The door was closed. Cameron decided at that moment, he needed some advice. And her father was probably the best person to give it to him.

Lucky Spencer sat at his desk, phone to his ear, fingers tapping away at the computer. He motioned with his free hand at Cameron, who walked in and took a seat across from the man he'd called dad for as long as he could remember.

When Lucky hung up the phone, he watched his son. "Hey. I heard that you got a lead on Erosa."

Cameron shrugged. "Sort of. That lead was a dead end, but Lila's got some ideas. We're going to talk to Jason later this afternoon."

"I see. You and Lila work well together don't you?" Lucky asked, noting his son's hesitance. "What's wrong?"

"That's just it. Lila and I work well together, but I can't seem to focus," Cameron said, hanging his head.

Lucky frowned and rubbed his chin. But he hit the nail right on the head. "Because of the baby."

"Yes, because of the baby. All I can think about is keeping Lila and our child safe. And when she wants to traipse around the docks looking for mobsters, it makes it pretty damn difficult," Cam replied bitterly.

"Cameron, you can't put Lila in a glass box for the next seven months or so," Lucky said with a small laugh. Even though he knew how his son was feeling. "Lila is her own woman. And she's going to take risks, pregnant or not. But don't you think that the baby is the first thing on her mind every second of the day? She knows that she's pregnant and she's tailoring her life to being pregnant, but that doesn't mean that she will let you control her."

Cam sighed. His head knew that everything Lucky said was true, but his heart begged to differ. His heart said to go out and purchase that glass box. "I know. I understand everything that you tell me. But I still want to do everything in my power to protect her." He looked his father in the eye. "I love her Dad. I really, truly love her. And I'd die if anything happen to her. But she's determined to do her job."

"Which is exactly what you should be doing; I know that it's hard to separate the personal from the professional, but you really need to try," Lucky reasoned. And Cam knew that he was right.

"Thanks for the advice, Dad."

"Anytime. Now just remember that Lila focuses completely on work when she's at work and she'd probably appreciate it if you did the same," Lucky replied. Then he grinned. "I saw your mom yesterday. She's completely over the moon. She can't wait."

"I know. She found out by accident at the hospital and then called to chastise me for not telling her," Cam said as he stood up and walked to the door. "Thanks again, Dad."

Lucky watched him go and laughed. He thought of when he'd been in those same shoes. It had been so long ago. He couldn't believe that he was going to be a grandfather. That was the craziest part of it. His own son was going to be a dad.

And the whole conversation was the part that showed that biology doesn't make a man a father. Lucky may not be Cameron's father by genetics, but he was his father in every other way that counted.

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Rachel Jax signed her name on the dotted line of the crisp contract. She was now the proud owner of a warehouse off of the 12th Street Pier. And she couldn't have been any happier at that point.

It was, after all, one step closer to her big dream.

She handed the pen back to the realtor and stood up, straightening her skirt. Despite the fact that she'd only seen the building that morning, she knew that it was perfect for what she had in mind.

"Thank you, Suzanne, "she said, addressing the blond-haired woman. "I'll be in touch."

Suzanne stood up too and shook Rachel's hand. "Everything's in order. You'll have your key by tomorrow morning. It was a pleasure working with you, Rachel."

"Likewise," Rachel replied before leaving the office. She hurried through reception and outside into the cold air. A quick jaunt across the street had her back at the ELQ headquarters. She had a number of tasks to finish there before she could focus on Lady's Court.

When she was up in her office, booting up her computer, she managed to put her company out of her mind and focus on ELQ. It wouldn't be too much longer before she could hand in her resignation. She laughed as she thought of what the board would say. Although, as both her parents were voting members, she suspected that she wouldn't get too much brouhaha over the fact.

She picked up the phone as soon as it rang, only to discover that it was her assistance Grace. "Hello?"

"Ms. Jax, Maxie Jones-Spinelli is here to see you. She doesn't have an appointment, but says that it is very important," the woman said primly.

"Let her in," Rachel answered mildly. She closed the lid of her laptop and folded her hands on top of the desk. Moments later, the door opened and Grace waited until Maxie was seated, then she discreetly closed it.

"Hello, Maxie."

Maxie smiled. "Hi. How are you?"

"Busy, getting ready to quit this place." Then she frowned. "Did you need to see me for something important?"

Maxie nodded. "Yes, I was actually sent here by Greenlee Lavery of Fusion—"

"I know who she is," Rachel answered, cutting her off.

"Very well. Anyway, she told me that you are a partner with Fusion now. This got me interested. What is your company exactly?" Maxie calmly tugged her coat off her arms and draped it over the back of the chair.

"It's a clothing company. Mostly lingerie and other unmentionables. But there will be some clothing. Lady's Court is designed to be a mail order company and a store that will rival the big name department stores. I have partnered with Fusion because I want to feature their cosmetics," Rachel gave her business spiel.

Maxie nodded. She looked interested, which made hope creep back into Rachel's heart. "I see. You have a good idea. I was wondering if you gave any idea to include Maxie Jones. I have designed lingerie before and if you were interested in carrying other runway material, I can start designing."

Rachel's eyes widened before she could catch herself. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Maxie Jones herself was offering to partner with her! The Maxie Jones—one of the leading designers world-wide. She was the biggest in her day. "Yes. I was hoping, but I was just biding time. I would very much like to partner with you. I think that is the turning point."

Maxie smiled now. "All right then. I'll have my lawyer draw up a contract and we can meet as soon as possible to discuss the terms. I am thinking a spring line exclusive to Lady's Court. Something that's different from the runway line I'm working on for the Fusion fashion show. What do you think?"

"That sounds wonderful. If you'd do a few sketches so that I can see what you have in mind, I'll get back with you after the weekend about meeting," Rachel said, standing up and shaking Maxie's hand. "I'm honored that you are interested in my company."

"Don't be. It's purely business. I've heard how you run ELQ and I know that you have a good head on your shoulders. I think that, for me, it's a sound investment. I'll be in touch," she added, grabbing her coat and purse and walking toward the door. She smiled one last time before she disappeared from Rachel's sight.

Rachel sat back and reveled in her good luck. She knew for certain now that she would be a success. Now with both Fusion and Maxie Jones on board, she had no way to fail. All she had to do now was talk with Crimson, which should be too difficult because Maxie Jones and Kate Howard were partners.

And it a matter of months, she would be the proud founder of what was destined to be a smash hit.

Right now, Rachel Jax couldn't ask for anything better than that.

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Lila tapped her foot impatiently inside the foyer of Harborview Towers. It was ten minutes after three o'clock. And Cameron was nowhere to be seen.

Of course he was late, Lila thought, glancing at her watch again. It wasn't as if she had nothing else to do before she went home for the day. Well, if worse came to worse, she could talk to Jason Morgan herself.

No, she told herself. Then the information would be extraneous in court. A police officer to be present. But if he didn't hurry up, she was half willing to risk it.

Lila thought of Cameron's reaction to her doing the footwork for this investigation. He wanted to put her in a glass box for the pregnancy, which was the last thing she'd ever wanted. He just didn't understand that she wasn't taking risks—she was simply living her life no differently than she had before she'd been pregnant. It wasn't as if she didn't consider her baby before everything she did.

She laid a hand on her stomach momentarily. She'd been catching herself unconsciously doing just that often as of late. She had to be careful though. She wasn't ready for the world to know yet and if she continued that motion, people would surely begin to suspect.

Lila shook her head. Cameron just needed to have a little faith in her. she knew that he wanted this baby more than anything, but he also wanted her too. And that was the thought that made her go all warm inside.

Cameron watched her from outside the door. He'd seen her pace inside and knew that she was impatiently waiting for him. The sight of her protectively covering her stomach made him smile. It meant that she was putting their child first and at that moment, he knew that she would be all right.

He opened the door and slipped inside. She tightened her lips when she saw him pull off his snowy gloves and walk toward her.

"It's about time, Detective Spencer," she said thinly. He knew that she was mildly irritated.

"Sorry, there was an incident at the police station. Ready to talk to Jason?" he replied cheerily, hoping that it would lightened the mood.

"You make it sound like a death sentence. We're not questioning him. He has no role in this investigation other than to provide us with a little inside information," Lila said pointedly. She moved toward the elevator, thus forcing Cameron to follow behind.

Moments later, they were at the front door of Jason's penthouse. Cameron knew that his mother would be at work—which was probably best because then it would be easier to focus on the business part of the visit. Lila knocked on the door and stepped back, patiently waiting.

The door opened and they were met with Jason's cold steely eyes. He looked surprised to see them. "Hello?"

Lila sighed internally and stepped up. "Hi Jason. We need to ask you a few questions, regarding an open-case at the PCPD."

Jason stepped inside, but didn't invite Cameron or Lila in yet. "Do I need my lawyer?"

Cameron seemed to have found his tongue. "No, We just need a little inside information regarding the waterfront. You're the first person we thought of. But you are not even connected to the case itself."

"Can we come in?" This was from Lila.

Jason nodded and stepped aside to allow them to pass. Lila followed Cameron in, knowing that he wasn't entirely comfortable talking to the man who was his step-father about police work. So, she reasoned, she might as well run the interview.

"I'm Lila Rae Alcazar," she began, flipping a small notebook open and digging in her bag for a pen. When she retrieved it, she gave Jason the background of Ric Lansing's shooter being someone involved with the mob who may or may not live near the harbor. "We thought that you might have some information about where an out-of-town mobster might be residing—either permanently or temporarily."

Jason looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he moved across the room to the window. Lila stayed where she was, unsure if she was supposed to follow. He pointed to a building on the far left of the window, overlooking the harbor.

"That building has new occupants. It's been vacant for years. I don't even know who owns it. But it might be worth checking out."

"Thank you," Cameron said. He followed Jason's pointing finger. Looking back at Lila, he spoke pointedly. "I can go check this out. You go back to your office. I'll call if I get anything."

Her raised eyebrow said everything. She took a deep breath, struggling to keep calm, for the baby's sake, if not her own. "I think not. I've been in this investigation from the start and have no intentions to stop now. So just stuff it Cameron Spencer." She picked up her purse and moved toward the door. "Thank you, Jason, for your help. Cameron, I'll meet you at the brownstone." With that, she swept out the door.

Jason turned and looked at his step-son. "Problems?"

Cameron shrugged. "If you didn't already know, Lila's pregnant with my child. And she's pissed at me because she says I'm coddling her."

"And are you?"

Cameron rolled his eyes and moved across the room. "Maybe I am. But don't I have a right? I mean, I am the baby's father and I just want my child to be safe. My child and it's mother."

"You really care about her, don't you?" Jason asked.

"Yes, and I can't help but worry about her."

Jason sighed and moved to the couch. He nodded to the opposite chair, which Cameron took. "I have a piece of advice for you. You need to step back and look at the situation differently. You are too close. If you and Lila are going to work together, you have to keep your personal relationship separate from your professional one. You can't keep pressuring her. It's not good for her or the baby."

Cameron nodded. He knew that Jason was right. She didn't need the stress of his worrying. He sighed and held his hand out to Jason, who took it and shook. "Thank you, Jason. Thanks for listening to me."

Jason nodded. He was a man of few words. The way he looked at it, why use a lot of words when a few work just as well. "I can see that you love her. But she knows her own body and she can judge when something is too much."

Cameron stood and walked toward the door. "Thanks again, Jason, for both the advice and the information. I owe you."

Jason followed him out into the hall and watched until Cameron disappeared into the elevator. Walking back inside, he smiled at the thought of Cameron being the worried father-to-be and the memory of his own pending fatherhood.

It was funny, how quickly life changes. It seemed like it was just yesterday that Cameron was a little boy building a tower with his blocks or chasing after the rubber ball at the park. And now he was going to be a father himself.

Some things just move too quickly.

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So, how is it? I'm thinking that there will be three or four more chapters. I'm shooting for forty-five total chapters. There are a few good scenes coming up! Keep reading. Please update! I love to hear my reader's opinions. ENJOY!