Thanks to my fabulous beta. Warning for language and adult situations... Hope you enjoy and will let me know what you think.

Chapter Four

"She's having my baby…"

Waking up was like a beautiful dream. Her voice was angelic and her mere presence soothed his soul like no other.

He could feel the pain in his upper thigh and his entire body hurt but it was like a long distance pain. How could he feel anything but joy though, when the woman he has loved and coveted from afar, announced his impending fatherhood and that she, Elizabeth Webber soon to be Morgan, loved him.

Trying to recall everything from the church and his room, was proving harder than he liked, but it felt like the information was there, just buried temporarily.

It was barely five minutes after Elizabeth had left his room, than he finally pulled himself out of the darkness and into the stark, sterile lights of General Hospital.

He remembered mumbling something as her voice grew quiet and then faded away completely, but what it was he said, he wasn't sure.

The cold steel of the handcuffs clanked against the bed as he tried to move his hands, his feet as well were cuffed, he thought belatedly.

Well, that was slightly problematic…in a perfect world, Elizabeth would once again be tending to him, and he her.

Unsure how he was going to get out of this predicament, Jason found himself thinking not of the ways he could somehow stay out of prison, instead, his thoughts turned to her and the family they would be making PDQ.

Honing his senses, he tried to hear if there was anyone near. At first, all he could hear was the sound of shoes on the tile floor somewhere outside of his room but within moments of that, he heard as her voice rose in anger, yelling at someone. The mysterious someone was soon announced when Elizabeth almost screeched Carly and Sonny's name.

Hmm, rock, meet hard place…

No one was speaking loud enough for him to understand what exactly was going on but the next noise he heard was unmistakable. It was the sound of an open palm connecting with a fleshy substance. He almost hoped it was Elizabeth smacking Carly but the next words he heard were clear and filled with disgust.

That bastard laid his hands on his woman, on his PREGNANT woman.

Oh his head was going to roll and if he found out that Carly had a hand in this confrontation, he was going to make the streets run red with their blood.

He may not know what was going on, but the caveman in him, that he hadn't even known existed till now, roared his unhappiness. He was cuffed to a bad, unable to defend his mate, this did not bode well for anyone.

'I've been a passive-aggressive pussy for far too long. I've allowed people I have called family to hurt my true family. This is unacceptable; I will finally make up for my wrongs.' He thought to himself.

His mind went on a tangent, listing, categorizing, hell, even alphabetizing each and every wrong he had ever allowed to befall Elizabeth and Cameron since he had known her and then him.

'What the hell is wrong with me, how could I allow this shit to go on. I'm not sure how she hasn't left me for good, but I know…' He thought to himself, but out loud he said, "Fuck me, she's leaving, where the hell does she think she is going?"

The silence outside of his room was beginning to way very heavily on his mind. The inability to take action was like an open wound lay bare upon his soul. This was unacceptable, everything these last few years was.

Grasping blindly for the call button, he was sure was near; he flailed his fingers around until he grasped what he was looking for. Knowing that pushing the button more than once was ineffectual but unable to make his finger stop hitting the button, he continued for long moments, until finally his father walked into his room.

"It is about bloody time! Alan, I need to get out of here, I need to see Elizabeth, I need to talk to her. Can you get these bloody things off; there isn't a moment to waste."

"Hello to you too, son…"

"Let's not start like that, I need to find her, she is the…" Jason said, trailing off. 'Elizabeth's what? She isn't my wife, not yet at least, she's the mother of my children, true, but after my monumental asshole-y-ness, is she even my friend. Sure, we did bang each other's…well yes, there was that, but it was more than that too.'

"She's…she is my Elizabeth, let's just leave it at that for now. So are you going to help me or what?"

"Jason, are you feeling alright, you kind of disappeared there for a few minutes?"

"Never mind that, I'm fine, perhaps better than I have been in a long time, forever more than likely. What was going on out there, I heard someone get hit and raised voices?"

"I don't know if I want to share what happened with you. The Jason of the last few years, well, he's kind of an asshole, if you don't mind me being blunt."

With a constricted wave of his hand, he dismissed the slight against him and asked again, "Dad, what happened, please I need to know."

Jason heard his father choke and start to sputter and was momentarily worried he'd have to watch his father die from lack of oxygen, when finally he got it under control.

"If you must know, Elizabeth came to the hospital to be checked out, she took a nasty fall at the wedding and wanted to make sure her and the baby didn't suffer any ill-effects. When she found us, you had just come back from surgery and your entourage was screeching to the heavens that we had no right to take you to surgery or keep them away from you."

"Entourage, who, what are you talking about dad, I don't have an entourage?"

"Oh, but you do son, you know the screaming banshee that is Carly and that Pit-bull of a man, Sonny."

"Whatever, what happened, who was hit?" Normally when people insulted Carly and Sonny, Jason was the first to come to their defences but right now, only one person mattered and if he had to bloody his arms and legs, he would find a way off this bed to get the answers he desired.

He noticed the strange look pass over his father's face again, but didn't bother to give it too much thought.

"I don't know if this is wise or not and I am not really sure if I believe you have pulled your head out of your nether regions but…Sonny, he hit Elizabeth. When she called him out on some things, he showed his true colors and hit her."

"Could you repeat that please?" Jason asked with a ferocious growl rumbling from his lips.

"You heard me, your family; your 'brother' hit Elizabeth. Weasel-y little man couldn't handle the truth, so he hit her."

"Where is he?"

"On his way to PCPD, Elizabeth had Monica go down to security and get the tape before you guys could wipe it clean, then had me get security up here, so she didn't suddenly disappear as she waited for the police to show up. She called 911 and shortly after, Mac and Cruz arrived. She is pressing assault charges against Sonny as well as a charge of slander and with Carly; it was just slander until she threatened her."

"Alan…Dad, I need you to phone my attorney and get her here now. There is no time to waste, I need to get out from under these charges, there are charges against me, right?"

"Who's your attorney this week?" Alan asked, heaving a heavy sigh.

"Aren't you just a ray of sunshine today? Diane Miller is my attorney; I need to see her right now."

"Alright, alright, what is her number?"

"You think I know her number? She bails me out of jail, comes to the precinct when I need her to, she isn't a booty call…"

Jason watched as his father laughed so hard that he fell down. "I'm glad you find me so entertaining dad… but seriously, this cannot wait, phone her!"

Jason watched as his father dried his eyes.

"How am I supposed to know the woman's number if you don't?"

Huffing a deep breath, while scowling at his father, Jason thought for a moment before an idea came to him.

"Was my cell brought in with me?"

"Let me check." Alan replied as he left the room.

'And they call me brain damaged… Brother or not, he put his hands on her. After everything he went through with Deke, he had the nerve, the audacity, the balls, the backbone, the pluck, the bloody boldness to touch her. Sonny, you better hope your 'fuck card' is full, because you will never be able to touch anything again, including your little dick…' Jason ranted to himself.

For some reason, he really couldn't focus his thoughts. Everything in his world, now seemed to focus on one petite brunette, with the most soulful, enticing, sexy, erotic, sensual eyes, he had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

With three words 'you're a father', she had shifted his world, his life no longer followed the laws of gravity nor science, she, one Elizabeth Webber was the proverbial sun in his sky, the light in his dark night… 'Corny much you nincompoop…stop fighting it, you know it's true and really what does it hurt to say it, no one is here, they can't read my mind, right…?'

"Jason…Jason… I've been calling your name for five minutes, what the hell; did you take another knock to the head?" Alan asked, looking completely gobsmacked.

"Oh, uh, umm… I was ah… Never mind, did you get my cell?"

For the first time in his life, he felt embarrassed. He was a hired hit man, the enforcer to Corinthos/Morgan, he did not blather about sweet words, nor did he get flustered. He was a man's man for cripes sake…

'Keep telling yourself that pretty boy, maybe one of us will believe it, one of these millennia…'

"It is right here, but it is sopping wet, it will be of no use to you."

"Well, what the hell am I supposed to do now?" He asked petulantly.

"If you'd zip your lips…You know, I never thought I'd say that to you, you make a monk who's sworn himself to silence look chatty. Anyway, while I was out, I called information and got her number. She is on her way now; she is already working on your case. She did ask me to ask you, if she is supposed to be helping that…McCall woman?" Alan said, his voice dripping in disdain.

"Screw that, Sam can get her own help, it is because of her that I am even in this situation to begin with."

"Right, okay…Well, you seem to have made it over a hurdle, so you don't need my constant care tonight. I think I am going to go home, snuggle up with my wife, and play with that adorable little boy."

"Little boy, what little boy? And could you please hold off talking about sleeping with my mom, that's just so…gross." Jason replied, his face twisting into a good facsimile of a childish grimace.

"Cameron, he stayed after the wedding. Elizabeth didn't feel she was in the right frame of mind to take care of her son, so she asked that he be allowed to stay. Alice and Reg were having a grand old time when we left. Besides, if I get home soon, I might even be able to join him and his mom for breakfast."

Before Jason could ask any more questions, Alan walked out the door. "Well, that was rude…he didn't even give me the chance to ask if Elizabeth was alright. And he didn't say how long before my attorney would show up, Damnit."

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