A/N: I do not know if a motorcycle ride would be detrimental to a pregnancy, but for the sake of this story it is not (at least in the first trimester). Oh, this is the last chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. Please read/review.
I dressed quickly as Jason waited outside the doctor's office. When I stepped out he wrapped an arm loosely around my waist and pulled me close. He kissed me lightly on my hairline, then my nose, and finally my lips. I could not help but smile.
"I have to take care of something," He began, I pouted, "I promise it'll be quick."
I smiled, "Okay."
"Do you want me to have Marco drop you off?" He asked as he brushed an arrant strand of hair behind my ear.
I shook my head, "I think I should wait here and see if I can talk with my Grams."
"Good luck." He offered and planted another kiss on my lips.
"I don't need it," I began, pulling a quarter from the pocket of my jeans, "I've already got my good luck charm."
He smiled, remembering the quarters' significance.
"I won't be long." He said, attempting to pull away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer so that I could plant a kiss on his lips, "You thought you could get away that easy?"
He smiled, kissed me again, and then hesitantly pulled away, "Trust me, I don't want to get away that easy."
Jason Morgan, the closet romantic; I never would have guess if he were not my closet romantic.
I waited for only a few minutes before my grandmother returned to the nurse's station. I caught her eyes and for a moment she hesitated before walking over.
"Elizabeth." She said cordially, "How are you?"
"I'm good," I paused, "Do you have a moment?"
A hint of a smile brushed her lips, "I was about to have lunch, actually. If you'd like to join me, that would be…"
"I'd love to." I interrupted.
After lunch I sat on the bench on Pier 52 and stared out towards Spoon Island. I had been sitting there for five minutes, and the Marco had been standing in the shadows watching me the entire time.
I turned towards him, "You can sit with me, you know."
He looked at me slightly confused as though no one had ever allowed him such the privilege. I smiled; he quickly canvassed the area, and hesitated a moment before sitting down beside me.
"So, Marco…how long have you worked for Sonny and Jason?" I asked, attempting to make conversation.
"Six years." He answered, simply.
"Are you married? Do you have a family?" I asked, curiously.
"Yeah," He paused, "I have been married four years. I have a two year old son."
I smiled, "Do you have a picture?"
He finally broke his emotionless stance and smiled, then fished out his wallet. He opened it to reveal a picture of a little boy, with brown hair, a dusting of freckles, and a wide smile.
After a moment, as if realizing that he shouldn't let his guard down, he quickly tucked the picture back away. He canvassed the area, saying nothing.
"Aren't you afraid for them?" I sighed.
He considered his answer for a moment before responding, "Of course, but that'd be true no matter what job I have."
Before I could ask him anything else, Jason's voice interrupted, "Marco, you can take a break."
He nodded, slightly smiled at me, and went on his way. Jason took the seat that Marco had just vacated. I turned to him and smiled as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.
"What happened to not staying away too long?" I mocked as his kissed my hairline.
"It took longer than expected. But, I think you'll forgive me."
I pulled slightly away from him to look into his eyes, "Why would I do that?"
"Well," He paused, "Because, I did it for you."
Slightly confused, I inquired, "Did what for me?"
He stood up, taking my hand in his, "If you will come with me, I'll show you."
We walked towards a back alley where he had his motorcycle parked. I lit up instantly and he noticed, "Can I steer?"
"Not tonight." He answered, seriously.
Usually I would put up a protest, but I was eager to see this 'surprise' that he would only allude to.
He handed me the helmet and I obliged. He climbed on the bike; I followed, and then wrapped my arms around his waist. I pulled myself as close to him as possible.
He turned back slightly, "Ready?"
I nodded, he turned on the bike, and we took off into the night.
He stopped the bike on the bridge. He quickly stepped off and held his hand out to help me. I took it, although I really did not need any assistance, and stepped off. We walked the length of the bridge and when we reached the end continued deeper into the brush.
"Okay…I hope you know where you are going…" I managed out.
He said nothing, just smiled. We walked out to the statue of a woman and I noted that she was smiling when we passed. We cut through some more foliage and finally stopped.
"Well," He began, "What do you think?"
I looked around and saw nothing but overgrown plants and looked at him with some confusion. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a single stone bench.
"Wait…" I paused, recalling a conversation from the past, "Is this were the house use to be?"
He nodded, smiling slightly.
He pointed out to the west, "Somewhere over there is the statue of the horse I told you about."
Excited I asked, "Can we go see it?"
"Not tonight. It is rocky around there and I wouldn't want you to fall." He said, apologetically.
I smiled, "Well, some other time…"
He took my hand again and led me to the bench. We sat down together and he never let go of my hand.
"My errand this afternoon…" He began, getting my attention, "Was at the courthouse."
I looked at him with some confusion and he continued, "I told you before that the owners of the estate that use to be here turned over the land to the state…"
I nodded, remembering the conversation.
"I had to convince them to turn it over to me." He said with the shadow of a smile gracing his lips.
"Why?" I asked, totally missing the point.
"Well, I thought, that we could build a house for ourselves and the baby here."
"Jason!" I exclaimed, "I love it!"
He wrapped his arms around me and smiled, "I'm glad. I thought that it was far enough away from town that we wouldn't get bothered much. But it was close enough, that you could go visit your grandmother…or she could visit you here."
I snuggled closer to him, "You thought of everything."
"Well," He paused, "Not everything."
I pulled away slightly, "I didn't tell you how lunch went with my grandmother today."
"You don't have to." He offered.
"I want to," I began, "I don't want secrets between us Jason. And I don't mean things about your work, because that doesn't matter to me. All that matters is that we are honest with each other with the important things…"
"Which reminds me," He paused, "I asked Sonny for some time off till the baby is born."
"You don't have to…" I began, but he stopped me by putting a finger to my lips.
"I want to." He explained, simply.
I smiled so big that it felt like my jaw was going to break, "I love you."
"I love you," He paused, kissing my lips, then he put a hand on my stomach, "…two."
He snuggled me closer to him, so that my head rested against his chest. I could hear his heart beat and it was racing a mile a minute. Why?
"So what happened with you grandmother?" He asked, changing the subject.
"She said that she is happy for me. That it will take some time for her to get use to the idea of us, but she wanted me to know that she doesn't hate you and that she'll try. Although, I don't foresee her coming out to the house or anything…" I said, attempting to joke.
He pulled away slightly, although he still held my hand loosely. His other hand was buried deep in the pocket of his leather jacket.
"Maybe she'd feel better about coming by if we made it official."
I looked at him with confusion before he slipped one leg over the opposite side of the bench so he was facing me head on. I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and stared at him, frozen. This cannot possibly be what I think it is…
He still held my hand loosely as he obviously fidgeted with something in his pocket.
"I use to be able to pack up and leave easily, say goodbye to a few people, and take off for months. I'd think about them while I was gone, but I knew that they'd be here when I got back, so I didn't dwell too much on them. But when I left you in April, it hurt. It was like this pain that was always there, like a part of me was missing, even when my mind was thinking about something else…"
"I'm sorry." I interjected.
A shadow of a smile graced his lips, "And when I came back and saw you it was like I found that missing piece of me that I had left behind."
He paused, considering his words, "You told me once that you didn't hurt because of me, you hurt without me. And I finally understand what you meant. I don't ever want you to hurt because of me."
He paused again, making sure to catch my eyes, "I don't ever want to feel that pain again. I don't ever want to go a moment without knowing that you know how much you mean to me."
It was then that he pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it, exposing a simple but beautiful silver ring adorned with a large center diamond and two smaller rubies. I caught sight of his hand trembling as he held the box out towards me.
"Elizabeth, will you marry me?"
"Yes!" I said, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. He lightly held me for a moment before I felt the slight feeling of laughter rise within his chest.
I pulled back slightly from his embrace, "What?"
He smiled knowingly, "Can I put the ring on your finger?"
I went to hit him playfully but he was too quick for me and grabbed my hand. He removed the ring from the box and slid it slowly onto my finger. I looked down at it, the moonlight reflecting beautifully off of it.
He pulled me into his arms again, kissed my hairline, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips. The kiss quickly became deeper and more passionate. If not for me remembering that we were outdoors, at night, I might have not pulled away. Although he allowed me to pull away from the kiss, he pulled me closer to his body.
After a peaceful moment in his arms, he interrupted, "You realize that I'm going to have to take care of you…"
I said nothing, so he continued with a hint of laughter in his voice, "I'll force feed you soup from Kelly's…"
I hit him playfully, but he grabbed my hand and took it in his own.
"Well, cream of broccoli soup is full of fiber, vitamin C, and calcium."
He chuckled slightly, "No, that would be broccoli."
I couldn't help but laugh myself, "Oh, I forgot, they take out all of the nutrients when they turn it into soup."
We both laughed a little while longer before we settled down.
"I'm not sure if it'll work…" Jason paused, "I'm not sure you can lay still long enough to let me feed you soup."
I looked up at him, "I'm pregnant not invalid."
"So I won't get to feed you soup?" He asked, jokingly.
"As long as it isn't cream of broccoli…" I added in, laughing slightly, "I hate broccoli."
"Then why'd you force it on me?" He asked, intrigued.
"To torture you for making me sing."
He laughed slightly, "I think I was the one that got the raw deal there…"
I hit him playfully, then sang, "Oh come o' the faithful, joyful and triumphant, o' come o' thee come to Bethlehem…"
He silenced me with a kiss, and there were many more kisses after that.