Deacon frowned at the brunette woman standing in front of him.
At one time he may have thought she was beautiful but not now. Now she was just a trashy looking woman who was desperately trying to cling to her former beauty. Her brown hair was no longer bouncy and full..it now hung limply down to her shoulders. Her green eyes lacked the luster the once held. Her skirt was too short and her red t-shirt too tight and her black boots only enhanced her trashiness. At least in Deacon's eyes. He hated this woman. With everything in him. He hated the way she made him care. He hated her betrayal. He hated that she thought he was nothing. He also hated the way she used to brag to everyone that she was his girlfriend and her pathetic attempt to get people to his club. The way she used people to try to "help" him which was just a ruse to make him owe her something.
"Get the hell out of here." Deacon said angerly. "I don't care what you want. I don't care if you think it's "important" and "urgent". I want you out of my life."
"Deacon I know that things didn't end well.."
"Didn't end well?" Deacon laughed sarcastically. "Is that your spin on it? You fucking used me you bitch! You didn't give a shit about me. You are a parasite."
"Look that was the past. I'm sorry I hurt you. I truly am. You're right. I was shit. I was horrible. I used you. I'm sorry. But you have to listen to me..."
"No I don't." Deacon said sternly. "I don't have to listen to a damn thing you say. Get the hell out of my club before I have you thrown out."
"Please just trust me." pleaded Diana. "You have to know..."
"Trust YOU? That's a good one. Trust YOU. I DID trust you. And look what it got me! I found you fucking some other guy and you didn't even CARE that I found out!"
"What do you want from me!" exclaimed Diana. "I'm sorry. I was screwed up for a long time. I'm not like that anymore. I'm trying to get my life together. And that's why I'm here."
"What? You think for one second I would consider taking you back? You are out of your mind! I have a beautiful sweet sexy woman who I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. She's everything you could only dream of being."
"Yes I know. Daisy told me you were with someone. I am happy for you. Really. I'm not here to try and win you back. I'm here to tell you.."
"Chuck!" yelled Deacon. "Please escort this woman out of my club."
Chuck walked over wearing his dark clothes and sunglasses. "Let's go miss." He said in his deep voice.
"And don't let her back in here." instructed Deacon.
"Deacon will you please just listen!" cried Diana as Chuck lead her away. "What I have to say.." Her voice faded away as she was brought outside the club.
Diana stood on the sidewalk. Great. She thought to herself. Now what? She tried to warn Deacon but he wouldn't listen to her. And now Jason..he's going to drag her down as well.
If she could only get a hold of this woman that Deacon was seeing...what was her name? Bridget. If she could maybe talk to her...Diana couldn't let Jason get away with his scheme. It wasn't just Deacon and Bridget...it was her daughter Mandy. How could she live with herself and teach her daughter if she didn't..There had to be a way.

Bridget laid happily in Deacon's arms. His hand caressing her stomach. "I love you." She sighed happily.
"I love you too." a voice said. It wasn't Deacon's voice. It was a different voice.
Bridget looked up and saw Jason. She jumped up. "What the hell are you doing here!" She said grabbing the sheet and wrapping it around her body.
"What do you mean?" smiled Jason. "I'm your husband."
"My..my hus..husband?" Bridget stammered. "You are not...no...I'm marrying Deacon! I'm having his baby!"
"No you're not." Jason calmly explained. "You are having MY baby. Deacon is with someone else."
Suddenly the scene changed. Bridget was standing in Deacon's club. She turned and saw Deacon with his arms around a brunette woman kissing her. Tears began to stream down her face. "NO!" She cried as she raced over to him. "Deacon! Deacon!" She tried to get close to him but he just seemed further and further away. She spotted Daisy at the bar. "Daisy...Daisy what's going on?"
"What do you mean? You decided to marry Jason. Now Deacon is marrying Diana."
"Diana? That horrible woman...He can't! He loves me!" Bridget was hysterical. "He loves ME!" She turned back to Deacon. The woman was now in a wedding dress. There was a minister.
Bridget cried in vain but went unheard. "NO! NO! DEACON!"
Bridget sat up in bed. She looked around and saw she was still in Deacon's apartment. Just a horrible nightmare. A horrible vivid nightmare. She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. The images from her dream were still fresh in her mind. She knew there was not a chance in hell of that happening. She knew that she was having Deacon's baby. She knew he loved HER. Still that dream shook her to her core. Bridget finished her shower and stepped out. She dried off with a fluffy pink towel and walked back to the bedroom. She didn't know how late Deacon would be out but she didn't care. She was going to the club to see him. It would just make her feel better. She dried her hair and quickly dressed in a pair of black cotton capris and matching sleeveless top.
She applied her make-up and made her way down. Bridget hailed a cab. After a few minutes it pulled up to the club and Bridget threw money at the driver and quickly ran inside. She saw Deacon over at the bar talking to Daisy. As quick as she could she ran over to him and threw her arms around him.
"Bridget." He said holding her. "Baby..what are you doing here?"
"Nothing...I just missed you." Bridget said holding onto him tightly. "I had to be with you."
"You okay?" He asked concerned. "The baby.."
"We're fine." assured Bridget. "I told you...I just wanted to be with you."
"Baby why don't you head upstairs." said Deacon. "I have some business to talk over with Daisy. I'll be up later."
"Can't I stay here with you?" asked Bridget. "I won't get in the way. I promise." She began to sob.
Deacon lead her away from the bar and over to a booth. "Baby..what's wrong? Why are you upset?"
"Nothing...it's just..I had a horrible nightmare. Really awful. Jason was my husband and he said I was having his baby and then you were marrying that woman from your past..Diana or something.."
Deacon was stunned. Diana? Bridget didn't see her before..well if she did she couldn't know..."Baby." He said . "It was just a dream. You know I would never leave you."
"I know. It was just horrible. So vivid."
"It's over." He said kissing the top of her head. "Go upstairs okay? Just go up and relax. I'll be up as soon as I can."
Bridget nodded. "Okay." She said. She slid out of the booth and walked over to the private elevator. Deacon headed back to the bar.
"Is Bridget okay?" asked a concerned Daisy.
"She's fine. Listen...if you see Diana try to come in here again you let me know. Especially if she tries to ask for Bridget. I don't want her talking to her and getting her all upset."
"You got it. I won't let that whore near Bridget. You have any idea what she is so insistent on talking to you about?"
"No and I really don't care. Whatever it is...she can keep it to herself."

Bridget walked into the private suite and sat down on the sofa. She wished Deacon would have let her stay downstairs with him. All she wanted was his arms around her and him telling her he loved her. Not that she didn't know that already. Bridget placed her hand on her stomach. She couldn't wait for her little bundle of joy to arrive. Knowing this baby was a part of Deacon made her love it even more. It was going to have the best life possible. Her cell phone rang and she picked it up out of her purse. She looked at the number and was pale. It was Jason's number. Why was he calling her? The dream still in her mind she was very shaky and skeptical. She slowly answered it. "Hello?"
"Hi Bridget. It's me. Jason."
"Hi." She said.
"Listen I know that I was a jerk the last time you saw me and I want to apologize for that. I was in shock and..I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you those things...I shouldn't have said what I did. I'm really sorry."
"I see." replied Bridget.
"Look I still want us to be friends. Can we?"
"I uh...Look Jason...I can't get into this right now. I have to go...bye." Bridget quickly hung up the phone. She was even more skeptical than ever. Why would he all of a sudden out of the blue call her to apologize...You would think he would have done the day after he insulted her. Bridget had a feeling he was up to something. Just what she didn't know.
Yes it was true he was alway good to her but she knew how he was when he didn't get his way. He was ruthless and shrewd. He would stop at nothing. And he usually got it.
Well not this time. He wasn't getting her. He wasn't getting her baby. No one was tearing apart her family. Deacon was going to be her husband. There wasn't a chance in hell she was allowing anyone or anything to stop it. Whatever Jason was up to..she would put an end to it. Whatever it took. She could be just as ruthless. Being the daughter of Eric Forrester and Brooke Logan, she had powerful connections too. Jason wasn't the only one. She was prepared to play dirty if that's what it took. This was her life. Her family. Whatever she had to do to protect it...she was doing it. Bridget picked up her cell phone and dialed. "Hello..It's Bridget Forrester. I'm good..I need you to do a favor for me. I need you to find out all you can about certain activities of Jason Blackwell. Yes...I have a feeling it's up to no good and I want to know what it is. Okay...thank you."
Bridget hung up her cell phone and snapped it shut. Look out Jason. She thought. You aren't going to win. Not this time.

"You think that Jason could be involved in this?" asked Daisy.
"Possibly." replied Deacon. "I wouldn't put it past him. I know people like him are. He's rich and ruthless and will stop at nothing to get what he wants."
"And he wants Bridget."
"That's right. But he's not going to get her. I'm not going to let him just take her from me."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to have to go to L.A. and find this guy. Tell him to stay the hell away from my Bridget or he's going to be very sorry. I'll make his life a living hell."
"What are you going to tell Bridget?"
"I don't know. But I'll think of something. I just want to take care of this myself. She doesn't need to be involved. All she needs to concentrate on is being the world's most beautiful bride and the best mother to our baby. I'll handle Jason."
"Good luck." said Daisy. "If you need anything...you know you can count on me and Brett."
"Thanks." replied Deacon. He didn't need luck. He already got that when he met sweet Bridget. Now it was just a matter of keeping her. He would die before he let Jason ever touch Bridget. Deacon then thought of how Bridget was upstairs all by herself. He pictured her her naked underneath those silk blue sheets waiting for him. God how did she do it!
Deacon got up from his stool and hurried over to the private elevator. He rode up thinking of the time he first brought Bridget here. How nervous she looked but he knew she was completely wanting him. That first night they made love. It was more incredible than he could have imagined. The elevator door opened and he stepped out. He walked over to the door and went inside. His eyes scanned the room for Bridget but he didn't see her. He walked in and was pleased to find she was indeed naked under the blue silk sheets however she was asleep. Well not for long. He walked over to the bed and climbed in next to her. He brushed her hair away from her neck and kissed her.
"I have a headache." said Bridget's voice from the pillow.
"I happen to know a great cure for headaches." Deacon said still kissing her.
Bridget giggled and smiled. She turned over on her back to face him. "Really? What is it?"
"I'll show you." He said taking her in his arms and kissing her. They made love over and over again. It was almost just like their first night together only with even more passion. Afterward Deacon slipped out of bed and quickly threw his clothes on. He grabbed his cell phone and quietly headed out of the bedroom shutting the door behind him. Slowly he walked outside to the balcony. "Yes...I need to book a flight for L.A. What's the first available flight you have...Perfect. Yes...Thank you." While he was put on hold he looked over the view. Jason was going to be very sorry he tried to mess with him. Very sorry.