Deacon awoke the next morning startled by a tickling sensation on his foot. He looked and saw Bridget standing there in her blue robe grinning at him as her fingers tickled. him. "What are you doing?" He said looking at her amused.
"Just paying you back." She said slyly.
Deacon quickly got up from the bed and grabbed her hand pulling her over to him. He gently placed her down on the bed an untied her robe. Bridget smiled at him. "Now we are even..."
"No." He said holding her arms over her head. "You are going to pay for that..." He leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers.
Bridget groaned loving the feel of his warms lips. Deacon mouth traveled down to her stomach and he kissed it gently. "How's our son in there?" He asked.
"Your daughter is just fine." Bridget grinned and then soon burst out laughing as Deacon tickled her ribs.
Bridget squirmed away and got up from the bed. "I'm going to go shower." She said as she tied her robe and headed to the bathroom.
She closed the door behind her and walked over to the shower. She turned the water on and dropped her robe stepping in the shower. As the soothing hot water sprayed on her, she couldn't help think of Jason's words last night. They still stung. Calling her a cheap slut. Damn whore. How could he think that of her? She thought he was her friend. Maybe she misjudged him. Even if he was upset that she wasn't going to be his girlfriend, he still didn't need to say those things.
Bridget heard the door to the bathroom open. She smiled. "Deacon what are you doing?"
No response.
Bridget shook her head. "I'm perfectly capable of showering on my own."
"Is that so?" an voice said as it flung open the shower curtain.
Bridget was startled to see Jason standing there. She quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body shielding it from his view.
"What the hell are you doing!" She exclaimed. "Get the hell out of here! Deacon!!! Deacon!" She screamed.
"He's dead." He said viciously. "I killed him."
Bridget's eyes went wide with fear. "You...killed...NO!! Deacon! Deacon!"
Deacon leaned over Bridget as she cried in her sleep.."Deacon...Deacon...No.."
"Baby...baby...wake up...."
Bridget suddenly awoke and sat up in bed. She turned her head and saw Deacon next to her. Just a horrible nightmare. She threw her arms around him holding him tight. "I love you...I love you so much." She said still shaking from her vivid dream. "
I love you to baby." Deacon said caressing her. "You okay?"
"I guess so. Just a terrible nightmare. It started off so nice...then....Jason was here...he said he killed you...It was horrible.." Bridget sobbed into Deacon's chest.
"I'm here baby.." He said kissing the top of her head. "I'm right here...I'm not going anywhere."
Bridget nodded still holding onto him tight. She had no idea why she dreamed what she did. It scared her.
Did she think deep down that Jason was capable of murder? No...she couldn't think that...Yes he was upset last night but to go that far...Maybe her emotions were just getting the best of her. "I'm alright now." said Bridget breaking away. "I'm sorry I...."
"Don't worry about it." replied Deacon as he kissed her forehead. "You just forget about that jerk and that stupid dream. Just concentrate on our wedding and our son."
"You mean daughter.." teased Bridget. She lept up from the bed before Deacon could grab a hold of her and tickle her. Bridget went over to her closet and got out her robe. She tied it around herself. There was a knock at her door. "Bridget...It's Mom..."
"Just a second!" Bridget said. She turned to Deacon tossing his clothes over to him. "Quick..get dressed."
Deacon grinned at her. "No." He said throwing his clothes back to the floor. Bridget went to argue with him but she didn't want to keep Brooke waiting. She opened the door a crack. "Yes Mom...what is it?"
"I wanted to talk to you. See how everything went last night."
"Oh..it was fine..."
"Jason take it okay?"
Bridget went to respond but she sensed Deacon behind her and he was sliding his hand along her leg. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that he at least had his jeans on. "Uh..." Bridget was trying to ignore the wonderful things Deacon was forcing her to feel. "He...he wasn't happy..." Bridget tried to push Deacon back but he wouldn't listen.
"I'm sorry honey." Brooke said sympathetically.
"I think he'll be okay." Bridget tried to wriggle out of Deacon's reach but it was useless. His hand was now underneath her robe. "Um...listen...can we talk about this late...later.." Bridget asked trying to keep her breathing under control.
"Sure...how about we have lunch later?"
"Okay.." Bridget said as she quickly shut the door. She turned to Deacon and frowned. "Did you have to do that?" She hissed at him.
"Do what?" He asked pulling the tie of her robe.
"You know very well what." Bridget said trying to be angry at him but it was impossible as he was too damn irresistible. Suddenly she got an idea...She smiled and pounced on him and began to tickle him as they fell on the bed. Unfortunately for Bridget, Deacon was stronger than her and was able to ward her off and she ended up on the floor with Deacon getting in a strong tickle under her right arm. Bridget finally managed to squirm away. He gathered her in his arms and held her close to him. "I don't want you to worry about a thing baby." He said seriously. "I'm not going to let that jerk do anything. He's never going near you again. You just relax and take care of our son."
Bridget raised her eyes to him. Normally she would say something about the baby being a girl but she was starting to want the baby to be a boy. Deacon wanted a son more than anything and she wanted to give him that. Yes he would be thrilled with a girl and so would she but a son meant so much to him. "I will." She said. "I'll keep him safe."
"No more nightmares." said Deacon carressing her hair.
"No more nightmares." said Bridget. "I love you."

Jason sat in his office going over the information that was sent to him overnight. He found out the name of Bridget's mystery man. Deacon Sharpe. Owned a nightclub in Vegas. Was known to be a ladies man. Rumored to bring up lots of women to this private suite of his at the club. Some people suggested threesomes went on up there although no one ever had any proof. Jason believed it regardless. His opinion of Deacon was very low. Mostly guided by his anger that Bridget preferred this guy to him. He was interested in what he found out about two past relationships. One with a woman named Diana Marshall. The other with a Jill Butterfield. Both relationships ended badly and he wanted more details.
He wanted to contact these two women and find out everything he possibly could. Jason was convinced that Deacon was hiding things from Bridget. Once he brought them to light....Deacon was sure to do anything to make sure Bridget never found out. Of course once he got rid of Deacon...Jason planned on telling Bridget anyway...just to insure that there was no chance of Deacon coming around to try and win her back. No one was going to take what belonged to him. Bridget was HIS and it was going to remain that way. This lowlife from Vegas was going to be sorry he ever seduced and fucked Bridget Forrester.