Deacon was back at his place going through a listing of available homes when the doorbell rang. He got up from the sofa and opened the door. He was stunned to see who was standing there. "Mom?" He said in a surprised voice.
Gina Sharpe frowned at her son. She raised her hand and smacked him upside the head.
"Ow." said Deacon as his mom walked in. "What was that for?"
Gina set her purse down on the coffee table and put her hands on her hips. "So you are getting married? Couldn't tell your own mother?"
"How did you know?" asked Deacon rubbing the side of his head.
"Daisy told me." replied Gina sitting down on the sofa. "I called your club to tell you I wanted to come down and see you and Daisy told me the news. Now why did you tell me?"
Deacon sighed. "Sorry Mom....I...look it's complicated okay?"
"How complicated? Is she pregnant?"
Deacon shook his head. This is one of the reasons he rarely saw his mother. It wasn't that he didn't love her. He just felt she was always passing judgment on his lifestyle. "Why do you automatically assume that?"
"So she's not?"
"Okay fine. She is okay? But that's not why I'm marrying her. I love her." Deacon said defensively.
"I see." replied Gina. "So tell me about her. Who is she?"
"Her name is Bridget." answered Deacon. "She's the most beautiful woman in the world. And she cares about me."
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because of what happened with Diana." Gina had been furious when she found out about what Diana had done to her son. He was the only son she had and was still protective of him. After his father ran off....he was all she had. She did the best she could to provide the best life for him.
"Bridget is nothing like that vindictive bitch." said Deacon. "She's sweet and kind and caring....She loves me."
"And you love her?"
"Yes I do." said Deacon. "A great deal."
Gina nodded. She didn't doubt it. Whatever people may have thought about Deacon, she knew what a good heart he had. Deacon's cell phone rang and he went to answer it.
Gina sat back on the sofa. She picked her compact out of her purse. Despite her age she was still an attractive woman. Long flowing chestnut hair, deep green eyes, killer figure. It's how she got by. Her looks and what she had in her head. She was always sorry she never found a suitable father for Deacon when he was a child. Lord know she tried. She just always picked the wrong ones. Daryl being one of them. And of course Jack and then Tim...Not one ever panned out. Gina never wanted Deacon to go through what she did. That's why she was worried about him rushing into this marriage. From what Daisy told her...he hadn't know this Bridget very long. Daisy did assure her that Bridget was very sweet but Gina was skeptical. She couldn't help it. Until she met Bridget herself...she was going to have her doubts.

Bridget went through her closet trying to figure out what to wear. She didn't want Jason seeing her in anything sexy. Those outfits were reserved for Deacon. Couldn't wear anything too sweet. She saved that for Deacon too. She shut her closet door and sat down on the bed. The last thing she wanted was to go to this stupid dinner but she had to. She had to explain everything to Jason. Her bedroom door opened and Brooke peaked inside. "Bridget...everything okay?"
"Yeah fine." replied Bridget. "I just can't figure out what to wear. I don't really want to dress up for Jason."
"Honey you're not dressing up for him. You are just going to dinner. That's all."
"I know but....everything I own....the only one I want seeing me in those clothes is Deacon." Bridget smiled remembering the orange dress she wore in Vegas that ignited Deacon's interest in her. He told her she looked very sexy in that dress and should wear it more often so he could take it off of her.
"I know." smiled Brooke. "I'll help you find something..."
About a half hour later Bridget was downstairs wearing a very simple burgundy dress with short sleeves. She decided to wear her hair down and not do anything special with it. She felt Jason was not worth the effort. Bridget didn't know why all of a sudden Jason annoyed the hell out of her but he did. It had to be her hormones due to her pregnancy. Normally she had fun hanging out with him but now.....she didn't want to be around him. He called her again earlier and it took all she had not to scream at him to stop bugging her.
The doorbell rang and Bridget answered it to find Jason standing there in a navy blue suit and tie. He smiled as her and Bridget wanted to smack it right off his face. "Hi beautiful." He greeted taking her hand in his and kissing it.
Bridget snatched her hand away. "Don't call me that." She snapped.
Jason was taken aback. "Oh...I'm...I'm sorry....I meant...Bridget..."
"Let's go." She said hurrying out of the house to his car. She just wanted this over with.
Jason walked to his car and got in. He turned to Bridget. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." She replied not looking at him. If she looked at him she was sure to scratch his eyes out. God did he have to be so freaken irritating!
"Okay." said Jason. He started the car up.
As they drove Jason wondered what was wrong with Bridget. She seemed edgy. Maybe she was just upset about something. She would feel better once they got to dinner. She would relax and have a good time. He was sure of it. He smiled to himself which Bridget noticed and rolled her eyes. God he's such a dork! She thought to herself.

Gina sat sipping a glass of lemon water still curious about the woman Deacon wanted to marry.
"What else is there is know about this Bridget...Have you met her family?"
"I met her Mom and her stepfather. And I briefly met her father."
"And they are aware of the situation?"
"Yes. Her mom and stepfather are very supportive."
"What about her father?" asked Gina.
"He's not happy. In fact....he doesn't want me to marry Bridget."
Gina set her glass down. "Is that why you want to marry her so fast? Because you think he'll do something to prevent you from being with Bridget?"
"No. I'm marrying Bridget because I love her."
"I know you love her but I'm just wondering why you had to hurry up and rush here to Vegas in the middle of the night to get married. What happened?"
"Nothing." said Deacon. "It doesn't matter."
"Don't give me that. Tell me what's going on." pressed Gina. "What else is there?"
"Okay. Fine...there is...Bridget has a friend...Jason..."
Gina raised her eyebrow. "A boyfriend?"
"No." Deacon said quickly. "He's not her boyfriend. I think he wants to be but she doesn't. She told me that she never....she never slept with him. She never let him kiss her..."
"You believe her?"
"Why shouldn't I? Bridget wouldn't lie to me. In fact...that's what I thought at first but...She came back here and..she refused to let me go. She said she loves me and that Jason doesn't mean a thing to her other than a friend. I believe her. Mom...she loves me."
"Alright. I can believe that. But what else are you not saying?"
"Her father, Eric, he...he told me to stay away from Bridget. He made it clear he wanted me out of her life."
"So you rushed to Vegas to get married?"
"I suppose but Bridget wanted to before. She told me that her father wasn't going to give up on trying to keep up apart. She said we should get married. I told her we shouldn't but..when he called....I don't know...I couldn't deal with it. I figured Bridget was probably right and we should just elope."
"What happened?"
"Her mom showed up with her stepfather. She told Bridget that she needed to tell Jason everything before we married."
"He didn't know?"
"Bridget didn't tell anyone in her family about us. She didn't know how to tell them and was afraid they would judge her. Now I know why."
"When did her mom and stepfather find out?"
"Well...apparently her stepfather knew. He heard Bridget talking to me on the phone and heard her talk about me with her friend. He never said anything to her. Brooke, her mother, found out when Bridget discovered she was pregnant. Bridget and I had a fight, and she blurted out everything to Brooke."
"So is this were Bridget is now? Talking to Jason?"
"Yes. Right now she should be telling him everything."

Jason lead Bridget to a romantic candlelight dinner outside of the Private Dining Room. The table was covered in a dark red linen. Two shiny white plates sat waiting to be filled with food.
Jason pulled out her chair and she sat down. He sat down across from her and smiled. Ugh that stupid smile again. thought Bridget.
"So." said Jason taking her hand. "What was it you wanted to discuss with me?"
Bridget took her hand away and sat back in her chair. "I'm not sure how to begin." She said. "I know that we have spent a lot of time together and..we had fun....but....I...." A wave of nausea hit Bridget. "Will you excuse me a minute?" Bridget got up from the table and made a mad dash for the restroom. Jason remained at the table hoping she was alright. A few minutes later Bridget returned. She sat down and Jason looked at her. "Everything okay?" He asked.
"Yeah I'm okay." She wished Deacon was there. He would bring her that wonderful mint tea that made her feel better. This idiot didn't have a clue.
"So you were saying..."
"I...I know we have fun together but I just think..."
"Wait...hold that thought." said Jason. He picked up the bottle of champagne chilling on the table in a silver ice bucket. The cork was popped and he poured a glass. He was about to pour one for Bridget when she stopped him."No...none for me..."
"Bridget I know you don't drink alot but this is a special occasion. It's only champange...you'll be fine..."
"No...please...I don't want any."
"Come on...one glass....I'll make a toast..."
"No!" snapped Bridget. "I can't have any! Just put it away. Please."
"Okay Okay..." said Jason setting the bottle down. "Calm down...I'm sorry...I just thought you liked champange..."
"Well I don't want any."
"Why not? You okay? What's going on?"
"I'm fine." replied Bridget.
"You don't seem fine. You seem edgy." Jason got up from his chair and went over to wear Bridget was. "You know what you need?" He asked softly. He pressed his lips against hers and Bridget struggled and shoved him away. "Stop that!" She shrieked. "Don't ever do that again!"
Jason sighed in frustration. "Bridget what is going on? Why are you acting like this?"
"I'm fine." She said.
"Look have some champagne..." said Jason picking up the bottle. "It'll relax you."
"I told you I don't want any damn champagne! I can't have any!"
"Why not!" shouted Jason. "What the hell is going on with you!"
"I'm pregnant!" exclaimed Bridget.