Bridget stood in Deacon's hotel room gazing out at the night sky through the glass doors that lead outside to a balcony. Her mind was still on the disastours scene at her mother's house. Her father getting angry at her and shouting at Deacon. Accusing him of seducing her and taking advantage of her. Not listening when she and Deacon tried explaining it wasn't like that. She was carrying his grandchild and he acted like it was the worst news in the world. This is exactly why she hadn't said a word to anyone in her family. She knew they would not understand. Of course when it came to Felicia...they were all joyous and treated it like it was a blessing from heaven. Felicia can have a one night stand with some guy and no one will bat an eyelash. She, Bridget, meets a wonderful man who loves her and they treat her like she committed a terrible sin.
Placing her hand on her stomach she sighed. Well that was too bad. They would have to accept it. She wasn't giving them a choice. Bridget turned away from the glass door and walked into the living room. Deacon was by the bar pouring himself a drink.
"Let's get married." She said to him.
Deacon set his drink aside and turned to her. "What?"
"I want to get married. Now. Tonight."
"Bridget." Deacon said taking a hold of her arms. "You can't do that."
"Do what?"
"Get married to spite your family."
"I'm not doing it to spite them. I love you. I want to marry you."
Deacon put his hand on Bridget's back and walked her over to the light pink sofa. Bridget sat and he sat down beside her. "Bridget I know you are upset. I know this isn't how you wanted this night to turn out but there's nothing we can do about it. We are just going to have to find a way to handle your father."
"No." Bridget said shaking her head. "There isn't anyway to talk to him. He won't listen."
"Then we find a way to make him listen. I'm sure your stepfather is right. This is just a big shock to him. You never told anyone about us and all of a sudden you announce you are pregnant with my child...it's a lot to deal with. Your father will come around when he sees how happy you are. Just give him some time."
"You don't understand." Bridget said in a angry tone. "He isn't going to come around. He already judged you and made up his mind about you. That's not going to change."
"That's not true..."
"Yes it is!" exclaimed Bridget standing up. "Didn't you hear what he said! He said you were going to regret it. Believe me when I tell you he means it. He's not going to let you marry me. This is the only way."
"Baby." Deacon said as he stood up and pulled Bridget into his arms. "Running off and getting married is only going to upset him more. Do you really want to do that?"
"Of course I don't want to upset him...he...My father is going to try and do whatever he can to make sure our wedding doesn't happen. I know he will. He's probably working on a scheme right now to push me to Jason."
"Bridget I find it hard to believe your father is like that. You are just upset. Look it's getting late, why don't I drive you home and you can get some rest and being more rational in the morning."
"No." Bridget said stubbornly. "I'm fine and I'm not being crazy. I want to marry you right now. Please Deacon. Please...we can go to some chapel in Vegas...call Brett and Daisy...."
"Bridget...Bridget....please listen to me....You don't want to do this. I know you don't. You don't want to get married in some chapel on the Vegas strip. You want your dream wedding. You want your family there. Your Mom and your stepfather...your brothers and sisters...You want to wear a white gown and have your father walk you down the aisle....That's what you really want. Not a quick ceremony in Vegas."
Tears came to Bridget's eyes and she sobbed into Deacon's chest as he held her. "I love you." She said between sobs. "I don't want anyone taking you from me. I don't want anyone scheming to tear us apart."
"I'm not going to let that happen." assured Deacon as he kissed the top of her head. "I promise."
Bridget wiped her tears away. "Will you take me back to Vegas with you?"
"Back to Vegas? Bridget..."
"I have vacation time that my superior at the hospital has been hounding me to take. I haven't really taken more than a weekend. I've just been burying myself with work at the hospital. I can spend some time out there with you. Please? Will you? I just don't want to be around my family right now. I want to be with you."
Before Deacon could reply, Bridget's cell phone rang. She broke away and answered it. "Hello?" She answered.
"Honey..it's Mom. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." sniffed Bridget. "I'm sorry dinner didn't go so well tonight."
"It's okay." replied Bridget. "Look I'll try talking to your father. Maybe I can get him to listen to me..."
"No Mom it's okay. Look I need some time away. Sherri has been at me to take vacation time and I think I'm finally going to take her up on it."
"Well I think that is a good idea. You have been working non-stop at the hospital. You should take some time off. You only took about three days last time. Take as much time as you need."
"I will."
"You have any place in mind you want to go to?"
"I was thinking of spending some time with Deacon in Vegas."
"I have a better idea. Alex and I were going to take a trip to St. Thomas but it doesn't look like we are going to be able to. Ridge has a showing coming up and were are pretty swamped with organizing it..and Alex is backed up on some new construction jobs...why don't you and Deacon go on the trip."
"Really? You sure? You don't mind?"
"Of course I don't mind. I insist besides I hate to see it go to waste....take the trip...it's on me and Alex. Everything's already paid for."
"That sounds wonderful. Thanks Mom."
"You're welcome. Come by tomorrow morning and I'll give you all the details."
"I will. Thanks again. I love you Mom."
"I love you too honey. Bye."
Bridget snapped her cell phone shut. "Honey how would you feel about a trip to St. Thomas?"
"St. Thomas?"
"My Mom and Alex were going to take a trip out there but have to back out. She suggested we go. Everything's paid for. What do you say?"
"I suppose I could do that." He said pulling her to him. "Warm sun, white sand...you in a sexy bikini every day...."
Bridget giggled. "Every day?"
"Well that's all you are going to bring.." He grinned.
"Really?" smiled Bridget with her eyes sparkling. "What about at night?"
"You won't be wearing anything at night." He replied brushing his lips against hers and then deepened into a passionate kiss.
He lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom and placed her down.
Bridget watched with passion in her eyes as he lifted her gray dress over her head and dropped it to the floor. Bridget stood there in front of him wearing a black lace bra and matching underwear. His finger played with the waistband and electric ran through Bridget's body at his touch on her hip. His finger then traced the line of her underwear and thrills ran up Bridget's spine. His hand gently touched her between her thighs and a tiny moan escaped from her throat. Deacon ran his fingers up her body which caused more tingling sensations to run through Bridget and he gently pulled down the straps of her bra which was then unhooked and fell down to the floor.
Eying her hardened nipple he took it into his mouth while his hands removed the lace garment covering what he was craving. "You are so fucking beautiful." He said looking over her naked body. Picking her up in his arms he laid her down on the bed. Discarding his clothes, he got into bed next to her.
"I love you." He whispered as he moved on top of her. For almost two and a half hours, Bridget had the most passionate sex of her life. Even more than when they first made love in Vegas. It was almost like they were holding on to eachother before something happened to destroy it all. Bridget wrapped herself around him as he moved in and out of her willing body. She came hard over and over. Deacon practically sucked her nipples raw and the wet heaven between her legs. Bridget never experienced that type of passion and it excited her on so many levels. Even when he turned her over on her stomach and kissed the back of her neck and the soft skin of her back and then rode her body. It was more than Bridget thought she could handle but she loved it. They finally collapsed exhausted from their long love making session. "What brought that on?" Bridget asking feeling content, happy and very satisfied as she snuggled against him.
"I love you." He replied. "And I want you to know that it doesn't matter to me what anyone else thinks about us. No one is going to come between us. I won't allow it to happen. You and our son are going to have everything. Nothing is taking it away."
Bridge sat up and smiled. "You still think this is a boy?"
"I know it is." He said looking over at her then suddenly wishing he hadn't because he felt himself get hard. Did she have to look so damn beautiful and innocent with that white sheet wrapped around her. Damn she was hard to resist. "
"What are you looking at?" grinned Bridget.
"You." He said sitting up and moving close to her. "You and your way of turning me on when I don't to be. You do it on purpose. You enjoy torturing me like this.."
"I don't do anything." Bridget said slyly. "It's not my fault you are so easily aroused..."
"Yes it is." He said taking her in his arms. "Stop making me so damn hard all the time.." He said lowering her down on the bed.
"No." Bridget replied with a mischievous smile.
"I guess I'll just have to punish you then.." He said softly.
"If you must..." She replied as his mouth then descended upon hers. Another two hours when by. Bridget swore it was even more intense than before. "God Deacon..." She said after their lovemaking session was over. "You are going to kill me one of these days....You are so amazing....I love it...I love when you make love to me....God..it's just so incredible..."
"Is that why you insist on turning me on all the time?" He asked seductively.
Bridget's nipples hardened and she felt wetness between her legs. "Deacon...No..I can't...I can't take anymore..." She protested. "I..."
Her protest faded as he kissed her and yet another around of intense sex took place after which Bridget fell asleep in Deacon's arms. He thought about what she said earlier about going to Vegas to get married.
He had to admit he was tempted to take her up on the offer however he knew that's not what she wanted.
Somehow someway he would get Eric to understand that this was more than a one night stand. He loved Bridget more than he could imagine. He waned a life with her. She was the greatest thing that ever happened to him. If he could just see...the phone rang on the nightstand. "Who could that be?" He wondered. It was after midnight.. "Hello?" He answered.
"Deacon this is Eric Forrester."
"What? How did you..."
"Never mind." said Eric. "Is my daughter there?"
"Yes. Yes she is. She's sleeping."
"Good then we can talk."
"What about?"
"I want you to break it off."
"What?"
"Look this is not what Bridge really wants. You have to know that. I promise that we won't keep you out of the child's life. You can still see them...It's just not a good idea that you be with my daughter. She deserves more. You can't give her the life she needs. You and I both know that."
Deacon fumed. "No as a matter of fact we both DON'T know that. I know that I love Bridget and I'm not giving her up no matter what you or anyone else thinks!" He slammed the phone down. Looking over at Bridget he gently shook her shoulder. "Baby wake up.."
"No..." She whimpered in her sleep. "I'm too tired..."
"Bridget...come on...wake up.." He said shaking her shoulder again.
Bridget grunted and slowly opened her eyes. "What?" She grumbled sleepily.
"Get up. Get dressed. We are going to Vegas."