Jason let out a deep breath as he approached Jessica’s door. This is ridiculous, he thought, there is no reason why I should be nervous about this. It’s just dinner with the woman I love . . . who happens to be carrying my child. Pulling at the collar of his dress shirt, Jason knocked on the door.
Jessica heard the knock and looked up from setting the bucket of sparkling cider in ice on the table. She let out a deep breath as she quickly checked her hair and makeup and smoothed her tank. Okay, there is nothing to be nervous about. You and Jason were close once before – hell, you created a child together, she thought to herself as she crossed the apartment to the door. Letting out another breath, Jessica opened the door.
Jason swallowed past the dryness in his throat as he looked at her. She looked beautiful. Her outfit was simple, but she was glowing. All he wanted to do was to pull her into his arms and hold her; to run his fingers over her silky skin; to kiss her soft lips.
Jessica smiled as she looked up at him. She had expected to see him in his customary t-shirt and jeans, and was pleasantly surprised to find him wearing a pair of black dress pants and a dark blue button down shirt – which looked like it was choking him. She reached up and undid the top two buttons.
“I take it Carly got to you,” she said.
“Yeah,” Jason was still unable to tear his eyes off of her.
Jessica nodded and took a step back, allowing him to enter the apartment.
Jason looked around as he walked in. The lights were dimmed and the room was lit with candles that held a hint of vanilla – her favorite scent. His eyes landed on the table set for two. Two long candle in silver holders glowed in the center of the table.
He turned to her. “This looks great,” he said.
Jessica looked down a moment, feeling her cheeks redden slightly. “Thanks,” she answered. “Dinner’s ready, so we should sit.”
Jason nodded as he walked to the table, pulling out a chair for her. He waited until she was settled and then he took his own seat across from her.
As he looked at her across the small table, his breath caught. In the candle light Jessica’s face glowed with warmth and her blue eyes danced as if they were ablaze themselves – a dark blue fire which held him hypnotized.
Jessica smiled as she cleared her throat, seeing the love and desire dance in Jason’s eyes. She had missed when he looked at her like that. Those eyes had danced in her dreams during her self-imposed isolation.
Dinner had been wonderful, after they had both gotten over their initial nervousness of being together again, without the interruption of family and work. Jason had helped to clear the table and now they were sitting on the couch, glasses of sparkling cider sitting on the table in front of them, soft music playing in the background.
Jessica was curled up against Jason’s side, her legs folded under her, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Jason had one arm wrapped around her, gently playing with her hair, while the other was settled comfortably over her belly, feeling their daughter move around under his fingers.
“You know, we should start thinking about names,” Jessica said, closing her eyes, the sound of Jason’s heart and the gentle motion of his fingers in her hair and on her belly relaxing her. The flickering candle light and the soft music all added to the peacefulness of the room – something she had not felt for a long time.
“Did you have any in mind?” Jason asked. When Jessica did not respond, he looked down at her and realized she had fallen asleep. Smiling to himself, he shifted gently so he could gather her in his arms. Standing, with Jessica’s head tucked against his chest and her arms wrapped around his neck, Jason walked over to her bed, gently laying her down. He slid her shoes off and pulled the light blanket over her. As he turned away, he heard her voice whisper.
“Can you lay with me?”
Jason turned back to her, seeing her eyes half open as she looked at him. Jason nodded. He quickly walked around the apartment, blowing out the candles, and then he returned to her bedroom. He slid off his shoes and climbed into bed with her. Jessica immediately moved closer to him, settling into his embrace and resting her head on his chest. In moments she was asleep again.
“Well, well, well, aren’t we the overprotective father,” Faith said as she moved closer to Lorenzo, looking him up and down. If she had to admit it to herself, Lorenzo looked as good now as he did the last time she had seen him. His hair was shorter, and his tie was gone – his shirt open at the collar. Faith licked her lips as she let her eyes roam over him again.
“What do you want Faith?” Lorenzo asked, becoming annoyed with the woman standing in front of him.
“That certainly is a loaded question,” she purred, moving closer and letting a finger run down his chest. “If I remember correctly, there are quite a few things you are very good at.”
Lorenzo sighed and moved her hand as it traveled lower down his body. “I don’t have time for this Faith. I am only going to say this once: you are to stay away from my family.”
Faith smiled and it sent chills down his spine. “You know, when I left here, you’re brother had been killed by that crazy lawyer and your sweet niece – Sage, wasn’t it – was gutted like a fish by sweet little psycho Mary. And now, poof, more family to look after Lorenzo, how very interesting.”
Lorenzo’s gaze hardened more at the mention of Luis and Sage. He had never fully gotten over their deaths and made sure to protect his children and granddaughter with everything he had. “I promise you this Faith, you ever lay a hand on any of them, I will personally choke the life out of you myself,” he growled.
“If that’s the only way to get those strong hands of yours on me, then I am definitely up for the challenge,” Faith said as she licked her lips. “So, does that include Jason Morgan? He is the father of your daughter’s child, is he not?”
Lorenzo didn’t answer. He knew about Faith’s conquests, and unfortunately he was on the list himself, along with Corinthos, Ric Lansing, his brother Luis, Justus Ward, and Zander Smith, and who knew who else, and Lorenzo would be damned before he saw his own son added to that list. Lorenzo also knew that the one man Faith had pursued, but had always been unable to get was Jason Morgan. “Stay away from all of them,” he said.
“Becoming a grandfather not sitting too well with you is it Lorenzo?” Faith said with a smile. “See, I did my homework while away. Your precious little girl snapped a while ago and killed Ric Lansing in cold blood and then couldn’t deal with the truth. And now the poor thing is carrying the child of a man you despise. It makes me wonder why Morgan is still walking around.”
“You know nothing about the situation Faith and I will not stand here and explain it to you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have plans that I am running late for. Just remember Faith, you touch anyone in my family or cause them any pain in any way, I will hunt you down myself and happily watch the life drain out of you.” Having had his say and feeling the satisfaction from seeing her eyes widen slightly, Lorenzo bid her a good night and continued on his way to the Haunted Star to meet with Skye. As he headed to the docks, Lorenzo pulled out his phone and ordered one of his men to shadow Faith until further notice and report back to him on her comings and goings.
Well, this is going to be fun, Faith thought as she continued on through the park. She just loved stirring up trouble in Port Charles. By the time she was through, the people in this town weren’t going to know what hit them.
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