Part Two

Carly and Jason had arrived back in Port Charles with their new baby boy. They hadn't even stopped to see Virginia. Right now, Carly was too hurt, pissed, and she wasn't ready to make nice. The mention of her adopted mother's name had the potential to send her into hysterics, so Jason knew enough not to say a word about Virginia. It was time to go home and make a life with their baby.

Their sweet little guy looked just like his daddy. He had soft blond hair and bright blue eyes. They had quite a time coming up with a name for him, because all along, Carly had been set on giving him up. Now that he was in her arms, she knew she could never part with him again. And she had Jason, too. It was as if all her greatest dreams were suddenly coming true. She couldn't stop smiling.

"You seem happy," he said when they walked into the rented room where he had been living. It wasn't big enough now that they had the baby, but it would do until they found a small apartment.

Carly was gazing at the baby in her arms, their son. "I think that you and our son have something to do with that," she said.

Jason set all their luggage aside as he sit down on the bed next to Carly, marveling over their son. "I still wish that you had told me," he said. "I just needed a little time... and then I would have..."

"Asked me to be more than your nighttime lover?"

"It wasn't like that... not really. You meant everything to me. I was just really screwed up."

"That's not your fault, Jason. You're suffering from brain damage and trying to find yourself again. You are in a world where everyone seems to know you, but you don't know or remember them. Their expectations of you were way too much, that's why you felt so safe with me."

"Because you never expected anything. That's why you left... that's why you were going to Florida, to give up our son."

"I'm so glad you found me. I almost did the unthinkable," she said as she kissed her son's little cheek. "I almost gave him up."

"He's safe now, with us... and we are going to take good care of him."

"He won't live in a mansion like you did... with doctor parents, a nanny, maid, and a limo driver."

"But he won't grow up like you did, feeling abandoned by your adopted dad, living in a little trailer, and being treated like trash by your adopted mother.'

Despite the pain of Jason's words, Carly smiled. "No, he won't grow up that. He has us... .and we love him."

Jason reached for his son, Jalin Charles Morgan. He cuddled the baby close and spoke to him softly. "Your mom likes to talk a lot," he said teasingly. "Sometimes it's just best if you ignore her."

"Jason," Carly called out, giving him a playful slap on the arm. "Don't tell him that."

"Believe me, Carly. I am thrilled to hear your voice again," Jason said as he settled their son down into bed. "It was hell without you... all those weeks..."

"I missed you, too, Jase," she said, tears shining in her eyes.

"We need to get some sleep," said Jason. "Tomorrow we are going apartment hunting... and we need to buy a crib."

Carly agreed and started to get ready for bed. "We've never went to sleep..." she reminded. "...Without having had sex first."

"There will be plenty of time for sex later," Jason said with a little chuckle. "As soon as you've healed from having the baby, we'll have a LOT of sex to make up for."

"You will be in soooo much trouble," she said in a sexy warning.

"You're the one who ran off to Florida," he said as he was stripping down to his boxers.

Carly couldn't take her eyes off him as he laid down next to her and the baby. They held hands as they cradled Jalin close in their arms all night long. It was the first peaceful night of sleep Carly had enjoyed in many weeks.

When she woke up in the morning, Jason was getting dressed. "The baby's been fed and he has on a clean diaper. I just took my shower," he announced.

"Why did you let me sleep in?" Carly asked, rubbing her eyes.

"I thought you deserved a good night's rest."

"I feel great," she said, rising out of bed. "I'll take my shower and get dressed. We can grab breakfast... then start looking at apartments."

"Sounds like a plan," Jason agreed.

After a quick kiss, Carly headed off for the shower. While she was getting ready for the day, Jason talked to little Jalin, telling him all about Port Charles, including all the best places to eat and all the wonderful sites in the area. "We better stay away from the Quartermaine mansion though. I have a mean, meddling Aunt Tracy."

Carly walked out, completely dressed. She had overheard what Jason had just said to Jalin. "What will the Quartermaines say, when they find out I gave birth to your son?"

"I don't know... and I really don't give a damn."

"What about Robin?"

"I broke up with Robin weeks ago, after I got my head in the right place and realized I couldn't live without you... but by then it was too late. You had taken off to Florida. I thought ... well, I didn't know what to think. I guess I thought I had lost you forever."

"Ohhh Jason," she said as she moved closer and went into his arms.

Suddenly, Carly's stomach growled. "I'm hungry," she said with a little laugh.

"Then let's go to Kelly's and get some breakfast."

They arrived at Kelly's pushing their only piece of baby equipment they had so far, a baby carriage. Little Jalin was sleeping peacefully inside, dreaming his happy baby dreams about cuddles, love, and delicious formula. They sat down at a table as a young waitress approached, asking to take their order.

"I will have scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and a large glass of OJ," said Carly.

"I'll take the same," stated Jason.

"Coming right up," the waitress said after jotting down their orders.

They hadn't been sitting there not even five minutes when two ladies walked in. It happened to be Monica and Tracy Quartermaine.

"Jason!" Monica gasped, seeing him with Carly and a tiny baby.

"What are you doing with this... this trollop?!" Tracy demanded.

"Ohhh my God! Is the baby yours?" Monica wanted to know.

"How dare you call me a ...!" Carly cried out, her claws unsheathed as she was prepared to defend herself.

Very calmly, Jason looked at his mother and his aunt. "Yes, the baby is mine," he explained. "And yes, I am with Carly. We are a couple. And nothing you will ever do or say will make me look at her as anyone less than my best friend... AND the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with."

After Jason spoke, Monica and Tracy just stared in shock, both of them speechless. Finally, Tracy found the words and they tumbled carelessly from her mouth. "You can't be serious?" she gasped. "You do know that she sleeps with anything that moves? I've heard..."

"I am not interested in any of the rumors. Carly and I are moving in together. We are getting an apartment."

"But you could stay with us. In the Quartermaine mansion," Monica offered, looking at her new grandson longingly.

"No way would we ever-!" Carly exclaimed.

"Monica, if you want to see the baby, I suggest you keep Tracy away from Carly. We don't want our son growing up around all this animosity. We want a peaceful, happy life for him," Jason stated.

The baby opened his big blue eyes, so much like Jason's, and Monica's heart melted. "What's the little guy's name?" she asked curiously.

"We named him Jalin Charles," Carly answered.

"I love it," Monica said with approval.

"You're both welcome to come over to visit... anytime," she said graciously to both Jason and Carly.

Tracy wasn't as cordial. "You better make sure that I am not home," she said nastily. "I don't want that little skank sitting on MY furniture."

"Shut the hell up...or I will rip your eyes out!" Carly said, suddenly losing it. She stood up hastily, almost overturning her chair.

"I don't care if you are an old lady, I will personally pulverize you!" Carly exclaimed.

"Old lady? I'm not old!" Tracy said in a whimper.

By then, their food had arrived. The waitress served them their trays, and Jason and Carly started to eat. Monica and Tracy had thankfully gone to another table, far across the room. As Jason gazed at Carly across the table, he almost choked on a piece of bacon. "I thought you were going to deck my aunt," he chuckled.

"Well, the old hag deserved it. I can't believe her! She's horrible, Jason. No wonder you don't want to remember being a Quartermaine."

"I'm happy being a Morgan. I want to be like my Grandma, Lila, compassionate and loving. But... if Monica wants to spend time with our son, I am okay with that. How about you?"

"It's okay... as long as I don't spread any of my skankiness onto her furniture."

"If anyone is a skank, it's Tracy. She's remembering her own wild past, all her husbands and lovers.'

Carly snickered. "You mean actual men have slept with her?"

"She got pregnant twice, so yes. She has two kids, Ned and Dillon."

"I hope they are nothing like her."

Jason reached across the table, taking Carly's hand and giving it a tender squeeze. "Don't think about her anymore. Think of our life together... the apartment we are going to find. We are going to be so happy, Carly. And so is little J."

"Little J?"

"It's his nickname," Jason said.

After they finished their meal at Kelly's, they went apartment shopping. They struggled to find something within their price range, because they knew they needed things for the new baby as well. "I need to find a job," Carly said as they found out most of the apartments were well above what they could possibly afford.

"Don't worry, Carly. Something will come along."

And it did. They found a little two bedroom apartment close to the hospital. Carly could continue her work at the hospital or she could pick another occupation. "Jason, this is perfect,' Carly said as they looked around the rooms. "I can't wait to prepare a little nursery for our son."

"And what about our bedroom? I can see us in a huge, king-sized bed..."

He didn't get to go on as the realtor came into the room, wanting an answer. "We'll take it," Jason said, handing over the money for the deposit and the first month's rent.

After they signed the lease and were given the keys, they left to take care of some obligations. "Do we still have enough money to get the stuff for the baby? Can we buy him a crib?" Carly asked.

"Yeah, but our king-sized bed may have to wait for awhile."

"It doesn't sound like we'll have much for furniture."

"We'll get by. We have each other... and that's all that matters."

She reached across the small space they were standing and kissed him fully on the mouth. "I love you, Jason Morgan," she said.

For a moment, he said nothing, staring at her as if he didn't know how to say the words, as if they were trapped somewhere deep inside of him.

"You have my heart," he said...

And one day, she hoped he'd be able to say the words - those three little words she longed to hear, a declaration of Jason's love. Right now, it was enough as she held him close, leaning slightly over the baby's carriage.

They had everything now. No fancy mansion, no shiny, new limo, and not even a king-sized bed, but they had each other... and that was more than enough. Together, with their son, they could create a beautiful future.

"Let's get this show on the road," Carly said as she was pushing the stroller. "Our son needs a crib."

Happy Birthday, Sara!