“Are you sure you’re okay? Comfortable? Do you need anything?” Diego asked as he shifted from one foot to the other, wondering when Jason was going to arrive. He was afraid Jessica was going to go into labor at any moment and he wouldn’t know what to do.
Sighing, Jessica grabbed a pillow and threw it at her brother. “Would you relax Diego! I’m fine. Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? You’ve been like this since you came to get me at GH.”
Diego rubbed the back of his neck and sat on the edge of the bed. “Well . . . it’s just that . . . this whole bed rest thing seems pretty serious. And it’s only me and you here. . . what if . . . what if . . . you know . . . you go into labor or something? I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.”
Jessica smiled gently at her brother, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Hey, everything will be fine, okay? You know Jason will be over here as much as possible and Dad will constantly be in and out. Plus we have a battalion of guards outside the door and all around the building. Believe me; we are nowhere near being alone. And besides, if I go into labor, all you have to do is call an ambulance.”
Diego knew Jessica was right, but with everything that had been going on lately, he just had a bad feeling. “Okay, I guess you’re right. So, what can I do to help?”
“Hmmm . . . “ Jessica tapped her finger against her lips, thinking it over. “I could really go for a turkey sandwich on whole wheat . . . lettuce and tomato . . . a large glass of milk . . . two pickles and a bag of chips,” she said with a smile.
Diego jumped up from the bed. “Sure, no problem. I can do that.” He rushed out of the bedroom and into the small kitchenette where he pulled out the turkey, a small head of lettuce, half a tomato, the large jar of pickles and the container of milk. Making lunch for Jessica was easy enough and keeping busy kept him from thinking about what could possibly go wrong.
Meanwhile, Jessica lounged against her pillows and laughed. “I can so totally get used to this.”
Diego looked up from pouring the milk when the door opened and Jason came in. “Thank God you’re here,” he said, setting the plates and glass on a lap tray.
Jason slipped off his jacket and watched Diego. “So, she put you to work already?” he asked, an amused glint in his eyes. Before heading over, Jason had stopped by to talk to Dr. Meadows about Jessica’s bed rest and then had called Jessica himself to check in with her, so he knew about Diego’s nervousness over the whole situation.
“I take it you know all about the bed rest?” Diego asked, wiping his hands on a dishtowel.
Jason nodded. “Yeah, and you don’t have to worry. I doubled security and I’ll be staying here.”
Diego let out a sigh of relief. Knowing Jason would be here as well helped to relieve some of the anxiety he had been feeling.
Jason saw the younger man’s obvious relief and smiled. “Why don’t you take off for a while? I’ll bring Jess her lunch.”
Diego quickly agreed, grabbed his jacket and keys and took off, his phone to his ear while he called Brook Lynn.
Jessica looked up from her magazine as Jason came into the room. “Well, you’re a nice surprise,” she said, sitting up a little straighter against the pillows as Jason set the tray over her lap. “When did you get here?”
Kissing her gently, Jason straightened up and walked around the bed to sit on her other side. “About five minutes ago.”
“Where’s Diego?” she asked as she sipped her milk.
“You’re slave? I sent him out before he had a nervous breakdown,” Jason said as he watched her pick up the sandwich.
“Hey. I’m the big sister here and I totally missed out on ordering him around when we were little. So I figured now is my chance. And besides, he needed something to do before he popped a vein or something,” she said, rolling her eyes.
Jason laughed. “Well, I assured him that security was doubled and that I would be staying here.”
Putting down her sandwich, Jessica turned to look at him. “Staying here?” she asked, her eyes lighting up at the thought of Jason living with her.
Jason nodded. “I know you have Diego here, but I would feel better if I were nearby. I would have preferred to have you at the penthouse, but since you can’t move around too much, this will have to do . . . for now.”
“What do you mean for now?” Jessica asked questioningly, her food forgotten for the moment.
“Well, once the baby is born, I was thinking that we would all live together in the penthouse,” Jason said, somewhat apprehensively.
“You did, did you? And when you were going to bring this up with me?” she asked, folding her arms across her large belly.
“Oh . . . ummm . . . now?” Jason said cautiously with a small smile.
“Oh, I see. So . . . instead of asking if I even wanted to move into your penthouse Jason, you just assumed that’s what I would want, right?” Jessica asked her eyebrow arched as she turned her full attention on him.
Not exactly sure if he should answer or not, Jason opted to not say nothing, figuring it was the safer road to take.
“I am going to say this one last time Jason; just because I’m having your child that does not mean that you automatically get a say in how or where I live my life. I know things have been going better between us, but that does not mean we’re ready to . . . I don’t know . . . live together . . . or whatever.”
“Jessica . . . “ Jason trailed off, not sure what he was going to say. He wanted more than anything to have them share their lives and raise their daughter together – in one home as a family. He looked over at her and saw her waiting patiently. She was right though. They still had a lot to talk about and plan. And they needed to do it together, not on their own and hoping the other would agree.
He let out a breath and took her hands in his. “You’re right Jessica. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t just assume that we’re going to live together.”
“Jason, you have to understand, I love you and I want for us to be a family. To raise our daughter together. But there is still too much going on between us for that to happen. I came home so that our daughter would know her father. But nothing has changed since I left.” Jessica intertwined her fingers with Jason’s.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, gently rubbing his thumb over her wrist.
“Ric. Faith. It’s no different Jason, except now our daughter is caught in the middle of it all.”
“I understand Jessica, I do. But this is the world I live in and there will always be someone out there,” Jason said, feeling a tightening of his heart. Was Jessica saying that she couldn’t handle his life? This was Jason’s worst fear: that she wouldn’t be able to live in his world and take their daughter from him.
Jessica watched the emotions play across his face. She knew exactly what he was thinking and what it must be doing to him, but she was going to stand by her decision. She had her daughter to think of right now.
Sam looked around as she stepped onto the docks, hitching her bag up higher on her shoulder. Cute. Quaint. She thought as she took in her surroundings. Rolling her neck a bit, Sam headed to the stairs. She had the address of her brother’s penthouse and made her way to the street, deciding to grab a cab there.
“Are you sure the information is correct?” Faith asked as she paced back and forth in her apartment, her phone pressed to her ear.
“Yes boss. According to my man at GH, Ms. Alcazar has been ordered on complete bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy,” came the voice of Faith’s number one guard Julius.
“Good. Now, find a way for me to use that information to my advantage,” she said before hanging up. Faith rubbed her hands together as she continued to walk back and forth. With little miss mommy on bed rest, Faith was sure security would be tightened by both Jason and Lorenzo. They wouldn’t want to take any chances. Now, Faith had to figure out a way in. A way to gain the upper hand over Corinthos, Morgan and Alcazar. And it had to be good if she was going to succeed.
After showering and getting dressed, Lorenzo made sure to have the guest room Jessica had been using prepared for Sam. Skye had gone home, saying she had some work to do and wanting to give Lorenzo and Sam some time together to catch up. Lorenzo smiled to himself as he finished buttoning his shirt and then ran his fingers through his hair.
Walking out of the bathroom as he shrugged on his suit jacket, Lorenzo stopped when he heard a knock on the door. He smiled as he opened the door. “Always on time Samantha,” he said.
“Well, it is an Alcazar family trait,” Sam said as he dropped her bag and hugged her brother.
Lorenzo winced slightly, but hugged her back. Sam may be small, but she was strong.
Pulling back, Sam looked him over. “Lorenzo, don’t you have anything other than suits to wear?” she asked, looking him over with a critical eye. “I mean, you can’t always have a meeting to go to. At least you ditched the neck choking ties. I swear Lorenzo, if those things got any tighter; I thought your eyes were going to pop out of your head.”
“Are you done criticizing my wardrobe now?” Lorenzo asked in amusement as he watched her walk into his apartment, toss her bag on his black leather couch and continue to walk around the place.
“For now,” Sam said, flopping onto the couch after her bag and putting her feet up on the glass coffee table.
“You haven’t changed one bit Samantha,” he said as he shook his head.
“Good, because I don’t intend to,” she said. “Now, why don’t you sit down here and tell me all that has been going on. And what is this about Jessica being in labor?”
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