August 11, 2022

This entry is part 5 of 56 in the Flash Fiction: Watch Me Burn

Written in 60 minutes.


Corinthos Coffee: Office

Sonny scribbled a few notes, then handed it to Bernie before turning his attention to Jason. “Good to have you back.”

“Yeah.” Jason slid his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I’ll take care of the shipment tonight, but, uh—” He paused. “I need to make sure things stay flexible. I know that’s a lot to ask when I’ve been gone for a few months—”

“We’ve got it handled—” Sonny tipped his head. “What’s up? Is it Jake? I figured since Elizabeth came clean—”

“No. I mean, yeah, but I’m not the one with the issues. I don’t think so anyway,” Jason added. “Diane is meeting with us both today—but the way Alexis explained things back during the custody fight over Michael—all I have to do is file for paternity and get declared Jake’s legal father. Lucky can fight it, but—”

“But he wouldn’t win. So what’s the problem?” Sonny flipped through some paperwork.

“Lucky told Emily that he doesn’t want custody of Cameron if he can’t get visitation with Jake, too.” A statement that didn’t make any more sense today than it had the day before when Elizabeth had told him.

Sonny scowled, his full attention back on the conversation. “What kind of bullshit is that? They’ve been together for years—I know he’s not the biological father, but—”

“But he’s the only father Cameron knows,” Jason finished. “Yeah. Elizabeth thinks he’s trying to force her into a custody agreement—to push me out and let Lucky stay in.”

“What the hell happened to that kid?” Sonny wanted to know. He got to his feet, rounded the desk. “I get that he’s angry, okay. And you know my feelings on this whole paternity crap. She never should have lied—”

Jason clenched his jaw. “Sonny—”

“But at the end of the day, the truth is the truth. And it’s only been a few months.”

“I know.”

“What Diane say about all of this?”

“I don’t know,” Jason said. “That’s why we’re meeting with her today. I don’t know if she can represent us both, but I can find another lawyer to handle my side of it. I want Elizabeth to have the best representation. So I need to make sure things are flexible.”

“I’ll do you one better.” Sonny reached for the phone. “I’ll get Francis up from the island. He’ll handle the shipments. Until this custody crap is done, you stay on this side of the law. Lucky’s going to throw the murder trial at you, but you’ve been acquitted. The only way to get you now is new crimes—and financial ones which are federal and none of the PCPD’s business.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Are you kidding? This pathetic excuse for a father is threatening to abandon his kid because he can’t have what he wants. Stomping his feet like the toddler he’s shoving out—” Sonny dialed. “You need to be as clean as possible.”

“Thanks. I’ll take care of tonight—”

“No, I’ll get it—hey, Mickey. I need Francis in town. Yeah. Thanks. Appreciate it.” Sonny hung up, looked at Jason. “It’s done. Go get your kid.”

Hardy House: Living Room

“Um, thanks—” Elizabeth stepped back so that Nikolas could step inside the house. “I appreciate you coming by. I would have come to you—”

“But Lucky is currently staying with me. Even though you’re out of the house,” he told her. “I think being alone would be a bad idea.”

“Yeah. No, that makes sense. And I’m glad that he’s doing that. I want him to be okay, Nikolas—”

“Do you?” he asked, almost pleasantly. She closed her mouth, stared at him. “I mean, look, obviously, it’s a good thing that the truth is out there. And, of course, I get why you did it. I really do. But that doesn’t mean I’m on your side.”

“I never thought—”

“I’m not exactly on his side either,” Nikolas admitted. “But I think he’s got more of a right to be angry than you do. You could have told me the truth, Liz. We would have a figured out a way to make this okay. Emily and I were right there with you last year. I loaned you the money the divorce attorney—”

“Loaned,” Elizabeth said, then nodded. “Yeah, okay. At the time it was a gift, but now it’s a loan. I didn’t just lie to Lucky, I lied to Jason. Telling you, telling anyone meant it would come out to the world—”

“You’re the one who slept with Jason Morgan, so that makes it your problem. You decided to make it Lucky’s—”

Elizabeth held up her hands, her eyes burning. “Just stop. Stop. I didn’t ask you here so you could attack me. I know I made a mistake—”

“I don’t want to fight with you, Liz, but what do you expect? He got blindsided in that court room — not only did you have an affair with a criminal on trial for murder, but you had his child and made Lucky responsible for it—you let him fall in love with that little boy, and now you’re telling him that’s over. Just like that. He has to stop being Jake’s father. And you think he’s the bad guy in this?”

“No. When it comes to Jake, I understand. I do.” She swiped at her tears. “I hate that this is happening. I wasn’t even going to lie. I wasn’t,” she insisted when Nikolas scoffed. “I had the test done, didn’t I? If I wanted Lucky to be the baby’s father, I could have just ignored the possibility of Jason all together. It just kept going wrong. Lucky checked into rehab because of the baby, and then Ric went after Jason, and Carly thought she knew the results, so she told Jason Lucky was the father, and Jason—” She closed her eyes. “He said it was for the best. That it was better this way.”

Nikolas exhaled slowly. “You thought Jason didn’t want the baby.”

“I thought he’d…I don’t know. I knew he’d love the baby, but maybe he’d resent it or me one day because it would mess things up with Sam, and then Lucky would be back on pills, and I just—I just—I didn’t really lie, Nikolas. Everyone decided they knew the truth, so I just went along with it.”

“For months. I get it in those first few weeks, but it’s been almost a year—”

“I know! Don’t you think I know how terrible I am?” Elizabeth dragged her hands through her hair. “I kept making mistakes, kept choosing the wrong things, and the lies just kept getting out of control, but it was like an avalanche—I didn’t know how to turn it back. I didn’t know how to make it stop.” She sucked in a sob. “And then Ric asked me point blank. Which no one ever had. Maybe I would have told the truth all along if someone had just asked me—”

“Still blaming everyone else—”

“You don’t get to sit in judgment of me like you’ve done nothing wrong in your life—” Elizabeth whirled around. “I am not blaming Lucky. Or Jason. Or, God, even Sonny or Carly for making me feel like my son would be a burden. I blame me for giving a damn what anyone else thought. I blame me for being scared and weak—” She took a deep breath. “I blame me. At the end of the day. For lying about Jake. For hurting Lucky. And for hurting Jason. But tell me how I stop this, Nikolas, without hurting one of them. Do I let Lucky stay Jake’s father and keep Jason out? When he never did anything to deserve that? How do I end this lie, this terrible thing I’ve done—you have so many damn answers, Nikolas, how do I fix this so that I’m the only one who gets damaged?”

Nikolas grimace, looked away. “I’m just trying—”

“Maybe I’m the one who should lose. Maybe I should give my sons to Lucky and Jason, and let them split custody. Right? Would that solve everyone’s problems if I just disappear—”

“No. No,” Nikolas repeated. “Of course not. I know there’s no easy way out of this. I just—you wanted me to help with Lucky and custody, and I’m telling you I can’t.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes. “He’s going to lose custody of Jake. He just is. Jason’s going to file for paternity, and the court favors blood relatives. I haven’t met with my lawyer  yet, but I can’t imagine it’ll go another way. Maybe he’ll get visitation, but it won’t be as his father.”

“I’ve tried to tell him that—”

“I am so tired of Cameron not mattering to him.”

Nikolas closed his mouth. “He loves that little boy—”

“Not enough. Never enough. He didn’t check into rehab for me. He didn’t do it for Cameron. He didn’t love us enough to get clean, to stop screwing around with Maxie. He did it for this baby. For his own child. Because he might love Cameron, and Cameron might call him Daddy, but in his heart—” The truth was so hard to say, but it had to be done. “Lucky never saw him as his own. He couldn’t have. He wouldn’t be threatening to walk away if he did.”

“I don’t know how to make this okay for you and the boys. I’m glad you ended the lie, Elizabeth,” Nikolas told her. “But you don’t get to walk away from the damage you’ve done. You want to be angry that Lucky doesn’t see Cameron as his son? You’re the one that took Cam from him last year. How much did he get to see him while you were separated? You made it clear that was your son, and Lucky was along for the ride.”

Elizabeth went over to the door, opened it. “Lucky was high on pills most of the time last year. He was screwing Maxie wherever he could, and I don’t know what he’s told you, but he never asked to see Cameron. If I hadn’t been pregnant, we both know Lucky wouldn’t have tried so damn hard to make things work. But you knew all of that. You just don’t care. Go ahead and take Lucky’s side. Pay for his lawyers. I’ll be sure to drop a check in the mail for last year’s help—”

“I didn’t mean it that way—”

“You did, Nikolas. It’s always been Lucky first with you. As soon as I get back to work, Nikolas, I’ll pay you back. And then you and I are done. Get out.”

Kelly’s: Courtyard

“Mom means well,” Sam said, sipping her milkshake. “But you can still win the case.”

“I know.” Lucky picked up a French fry but used it to push others around the plate. “It’ll just be hard. I guess I just have to decide if I want to fight.”

“Mom did give you one piece of advice, right?” Sam set the shake down, leaned forward. “If Jason’s not in question, then you get to stay Jake’s father.”

“Am I supposed to kill him or something?” Lucky said weakly. “He’s here—”

“Make him disappear from the custody suit. If he were still on trial for murder, he wouldn’t be filing for paternity. It’s why he lied so long, Lucky. Because I couldn’t have kids, and he didn’t think he’d around to watch you raise Jake. He thought he was going to jail. He’s not, so he’s coming for Jake. But that doesn’t change the fact that if we put our minds to it, we can make him look like an unfit father.” Sam sat back. “And if you go after Elizabeth, you’ve got an even better chance—”

Lucky winced. “I don’t know. I mean, Jason was exonerated. And he’s always had a good reputation with kids. How do I make him look unfit? And Elizabeth—whatever my problems are with her—” He crumbled up a napkin. “She’s not a bad mother.”

“Not a bad mother? Really? She hangs out with Jason, doesn’t she? She lied repeatedly to go to see him. Didn’t she steal your badge to do it? And the kidnapping—she didn’t tell you about Jason. What if you’ve started to look at Jason’s life? Maybe you would have found Maureen Harper faster.”

Sam stared at her  lap, dismissing the spiral of guilt that twisted through her. She could have stopped all of that, she could have told the truth—but it would have just made everything end faster.

It was over. Now it was her turn for revenge.

“She didn’t, no,” Lucky murmured. “She protected Jason and herself. Her lies. While she was judging me, angry with me, because I had to investigate the possibility she’d done something.”

“Good mothers don’t lie when their babies are missing. You deserve your boys, Lucky. I promised you I’d help you get them. This is how we can do it—”

“Can I get the check for you?”

Surprised, they looked up to find Georgie standing there, an empty tray perched against her hip. “What?”

“The check,” Georgie repeated, gesturing at Sam’s nearly empty shake, and Lucky’s mostly eaten plate. “Or did you want something else?”

“No. No. The check is fine. Thanks, Georgie.”

“Be right back.” Georgie went inside the diner, glancing at the duo over her shoulder, then went to ring them up. Her hands were shaking as she considered the conversation she’d overheard.

No one ever noticed the waitresses.

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

“Thank you for meeting with me at the same time,” Diane said, setting her brief case on the table, her smile softening as she saw Jake cradled in Jason’s arms, dozing lightly. “And I guess I don’t have to ask if Jason wants visitation.”

“We can draw something up,” Elizabeth said immediately. “I offered, but—”

“This is working right now, and I don’t see a reason to make things legal if we don’t.” Jason went to set Jake down in a bassinet that had magically appeared that morning — another one of Spinelli’s surprises, obviously.

“We can revisit that later. I wanted to meet with you both because I think the best chance for each of your cases is to provide a united front. Lucky’s lawyer might argue a conflict of interest, but it’s going to be crucial to drive home the fact that your interests are intertwined.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jason said.

Elizabeth folded her arms. “Neither one of us have filed. Is it better if one of us files first or—”

“If it were just a custody and divorce issue, I’d say we wait for other party. To see what their argument is. However, I’m suggesting a two-pronged approach. Jason will file a paternity suit in family court, asking to be declared Jake’s legal father and terminate Lucky’s rights. That will give us leverage in a custody case. A judge might hear the cases together, but it still gives you—” Diane said, pointing at Elizabeth, “—a stronger argument. You’re going to take the hit on lying—”

“I know—”

“But as you explained on the phone, things were difficult last year. You didn’t plan a pregnancy, you used protection. You were separated from Lucky at the time, and he was the one having an affair during the marriage. He had a drug addiction which is on the record. All of these things will help a judge understand how we got here. And the fact you came clean to avoid perjury—this helps your credibility.” She looked a Jason. “And you need to keep your nose clean while this is going on. Your arrest record can be used against  you in family court, but without a conviction it doesn’t get you far. You get dragged in again—”

“That won’t be a be a problem,” Jason said.

“All right.”

“Can I win?” Elizabeth wanted to know. “If we do it this way—”

“I might have said Lucky might get some measure of visitation with Jake but you’ve told me he’s doing an all or nothing approach. I can tell you that a family court judge is not going to look on Lucky with kindness for leveraging custody of one child against another. Particularly a child without another legal father ready, willing, and able to step up.”

Jason opened his mouth, then closed it. This was not the time to suggest to Diane that Cameron did have someone ready to step up if Lucky took a walk. He hadn’t even thought his mind was drifting that way until Diane had said those words, and they’d felt like a lie.

Elizabeth cleared her throat. “It could backfire then,” she said softly.

“Lucky will be seen as a vindictive parent punishing you for a lie where you’re going to have the sympathy. You had a cheating husband addicted to pain pills who had refused to get clean until you turned up pregnant. You felt the pressure to keep him clean and thought learning the truth would cause a relapse. I could win this case in my sleep,” Diane told her. “However, if by the time Lucky files, he’s dropped that argument—well, we might have a different fight on our hands. So I think we go first. I’ll file for paternity on Jason’s behalf, and then the divorce, with a custody agreement only mentioning Cameron.”

“Which will mean he has to either file for both boys, or just Cameron.” Elizabeth nodded. “All right, I guess that works.”

“We’re going to call his bluff,” Diane said, picking up the briefcase. “I’ll get the paperwork started. Let’s see if he has the guts to tell a family court judge that if he doesn’t get both boys, he’s going to walk away.”

August 10, 2022

This entry is part 3 of 10 in the The Last Time

Written in 53 minutes.


11
No past, no reasons why

He couldn’t look at his mother or sister, couldn’t comfort them in their grief or accept what they offered. He felt like a fraud. Like an impostor pretending he was one of them. He’d spent years pushing Alan away, shoving him out of the edges of his life until Alan had given up and accepted whatever pathetic crumbs Jason had doled out over the years—

How could Alan had laid there at the end and not been bitter? How could this man who had grieved and lost a son only to be confronted with a stranger wearing his face still have the strength as he lay dying to say he’d never stopped loving Jason or that he was sorry for giving up—

Jason stumbled out of the room, the numbness slipping and sliding through his veins until he felt somewhere else. Was he even really here? Had any of this happened—

“Jason.”

He stopped, his hand on the wall glass, Monica still visible on the other side, holding Emily as she cried. As his sister sobbed like she was breaking apart—

Sam stood a few feet away, her eyes rimmed with red, a patch of soot staining her cheek, her dark hair tangled, the blouse she wore torn at the shoulder. “Jason,” she repeated. “I’m so sorry. Let me be there.”

He held up his hands, warding her off. He couldn’t. He didn’t have a right to feel this way. “I can’t.”

“Why—” She inhaled sharply, her dark eyes swimming with hurt, but her jaw clenched with anger. “Why are you pushing me away? I didn’t do anything wrong! You’re the one who lied—”

He couldn’t do this. Couldn’t listen. Couldn’t hear her voice. Couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t do anything. He just wanted the quiet. He wanted everything to go away. Why wouldn’t the world just stop so he could think—

Jason turned, walking away from Sam’s outstretched hands, heading for the elevators. He jabbed the button, but it opened almost immediately — and inside, he found the other Quartermaines. Edward. Tracy. Ned. Dillon—

Ned must have seen it in his face, because he put his hand on Edward’s shoulder. “We didn’t make it in time,” he breathed.

“No—no!” Edward barked, turning to his grandson, the fear in his eyes stark. “No! I can’t—it’s not—”

Jason couldn’t be here for this. Couldn’t face them either. He walked away from the elevator, turned the corner and shoved the door open to the stairwell.

12
Just you and me

Kelly was standing outside the closed curtain when Jason returned to the emergency room. She finished scribbling something on a clipboard, then met his eyes as he approached. “You’re just in time,” she said, her tone more gentle, more kind than it had been when she’d kicked him out of the treatment area. The news must have already hit the emergency room. “We’re moving her to a room for observation. She’s still asleep, but you can go with her.”

Jason just nodded, and then stepped aside. Kelly opened the curtain—Elizabeth lay on the bed, her face still pale, dark circles beneath her eyes. A pair of orderlys started to push, and Jason followed them down the hall and to the patient elevator.

When they’d settled her into the room, and Kelly had hooked up the monitors, including one for the fetal heartbeat, she started for the door. Then she turned back. “I’m sorry for your loss. Dr. Quartermaine was a great man and he’ll be missed.”

Jason exhaled slowly. “Thank you,” he managed because Kelly didn’t really know any better. She wouldn’t know that he had no right to the grief laying on his shoulders like a heavy weight.

She set Elizabeth’s chart in the door slot, then closed it as she left.  It was finally quiet. A moment to breathe.  Jason looked at the monitor, at the heartbeat of the baby that he’d always wanted to be his—

After the accident, Jason had built a brick wall around himself. Built out of anger, desperation, and a little bit of fear, he could admit now. He’d enclosed himself a little world where nothing could hurt him. Nothing could touch him. He wasn’t damaged inside there, and no one would treat him like he was stupid. He’d let people in over time — Sonny. Robin. Lily. Emily. Lila. Michael. Carly. Monica. Elizabeth.

But never Alan. And his father had tired of beating himself bloody against that wall and he’d given up. Jason hadn’t even noticed, hadn’t felt the difference. He didn’t need a father, he’d told himself over and over again. Even yesterday, Jason hadn’t felt the lack of a father. He’d had Sonny and Mike. And sometimes Luke. He’d had people who he could see now had filled that role.

But tonight, he’d walked Alan to the door and he’d felt that thin connection for the first time in his own living memory.

This is my father, he’d thought.

And his father was gone before Jason could understand, before he could ask himself why now after all this time—

But he wouldn’t have the same regrets on his death bed, he told himself. He wouldn’t give up on his child.

So he sat by Elizabeth’s bed, watching her sleep, watching the beat of her child as she protected it within herself, and promised himself that whatever it took, whatever he had to do, the people in his life would never doubt what they meant to him.

13
This is the last time I’m asking you this

Nikolas found his brother at the hotel, a radio in his hand, as he oversaw what was left of the triage area. Nikolas had been in the emergency room, the cut to his face being stitched, when he’d overheard the argument a few curtains away.

He had stayed out of it, not wanting to make anything worse, but then Lucky hadn’t come back. And the news of Alan’s death had spread like wildfire—he’d nearly sought out Emily but knew she was with her family.

So he’d looked for his brother, praying that this news wouldn’t send him down to that dark place, that Lucky wouldn’t surrender to the pain medication that had destroyed his marriage in the first place—

“Yeah, that’s the last of them,” Lucky said. “Over.” He clipped the radio to his belt as Nikolas approached. “They released you.”

“More important things to worry about.” Nikolas lightly touched the bandage on his cheek. “I’m sorry, Lucky. About the baby.”

“Great, everyone already knows,” Lucky bit out.

“Anyone within hearing range of the emergency room,” Nikolas said gently. “I’m sorry. That she lied. And that you got hurt.”

“It’s always been Jason,” Lucky said tightly. “I should have seen it. I’ve always been her second choice—”

“No. You were always the first choice,”  Nikolas corrected. “You know better than that, Lucky. If she’d wanted Jason, she could have had him. She chose you—”

“Did she?” Lucky’s eyes burned into his. “Or did she feel too damn guilty and responsible for me? I found out she was pregnant and checked into rehab. Should she have told me the truth that day?”

“No.”

“Or maybe when I got out and I was clean. She could have told me then, maybe. Or when I thought Maxie had miscarried the baby. Or when I found out it was all a lie—she had chances to tell me.” Lucky stared back at the hotel, standing strong despite the destruction of the lobby. “And she chose none of them. Because she knew what I’d do. What you think I’m going to do if you’re not holding my hand.”

Relieved that somehow Lucky had already at the same destination Nikolas had intended to help him find, Nikolas nodded. “We—I just want you to be okay.”

“It doesn’t make it right or okay. What she did. She should have told me she didn’t love me anymore.” His voice tightened and he swung his gaze back to his brother. “She should have told me that. I saw it. In her eyes. She didn’t want me in the ambulance. She was annoyed. She only told me tonight because she was too tired and dehydrated to remember the reasons she couldn’t. She wanted me to go away.”

“Lucky—”

“And how do I blame her?” He dragged his hands through his hair. “I did this. Maybe she always loved Jason somewhere, but she never would have acted on it. Never would have turned to him if I hadn’t shoved her out the door.”

“Probably not.”

“So you don’t have to worry about me. I’m seeing clearly. I don’t want to be someone she has to take care of. A burden. An obligation. I deserve more than that, damn it. I just—” Lucky closed his eyes. “I just wanted her to love me. I wanted us to have a fresh start. A life together. But I didn’t see it was too late until she kept asking for Jason.”

“I’m sorry,” Nikolas said. “I am. I need to go back to the hospital,” he continued, and Lucky frowned. “Alan died. Emily needs me. Will you go back with me?”

14
Put my name at the top of your list

Sam sat on a bench in the waiting room outside the ICU, sure that Jason would return. He’d walked away from her, from the grief. It had been a mistake to see his rejection in that moment as part of the lie. She’d hurt him, and made it about her.

She’d never be able to keep this all together if she didn’t find a way to get a handle on this anger. If she let him see how she felt, the anger, the resentment, the jealousy—she’d lose him. He’d push her away, and he’d go to Elizabeth. To the family that was just waiting.

It was better to swallow it. To put it a way, lock inside a box and put it on the highest shelf. Jason would feel guilty about her inability to have children and the way the secret had been revealed. And if she could keep him a little longer, if they could get past this, Sam knew that he’d remember how much he loved her.

But as she continued to wait, as she stared at the elevators, willing them to open and for him to step out—the voices in her head began to pick away at that conviction. Jason wasn’t here. He wasn’t with his sister. Wasn’t grieving the loss of the father he’d barely noticed.

And if he wasn’t here, he was with Elizabeth.

There was a fork in the road. One way led to a future with Jason, just how she’d planned for more than a year, and the other to a life without him.

Which path would she choose?

August 8, 2022

This entry is part 8 of 22 in the Flash Fiction: Invisible Strings

Written in 83 minutes. Sorry this final scene just wanted to be a bitch, and then people kept calling —


Elizabeth received a note shortly after breakfast that the ceremony was set for noon that very day. She stared at the letter, sliding her fingertips over Jason’s handwriting. He wrote in with clear, block letters — so different than the letters she’d thought were from him which had been written with loops and swirls. Another reminder of how little she really knew about the man she was going to take to husband.

“Mama?” Cameron tugged on her skirt. “We go outside?”

“In a little.” She perched on the edge of the chaise. “You remember Jason from last night? We met his grandmother and cousin?”

Cameron nodded. “New papa.”

Elizabeth exhaled slowly. “Yes,” she said carefully since Jason hadn’t denied the title when Cameron had asked his question the night before. They would be married. And if the universe was kind, there would be more children. Cameron might not ever remember being without a father.

Please, she thought, closing her eyes. Let this be the right choice. Let my son have a better life than the one I’ve given him.

“We’re going to the church in a few hours,” Elizabeth told him. “And Jason and I will get married. Then we’re going to live at his house. He told me it was a ranch which means there’s lots of outside.” A ranch meant land, didn’t it? There were none of those back in New York. Land and animals, and maybe a different view of the mountains that had captured her  eye from the moment she’d seen them.

“I live outside,” Cameron decided. She smiled, slid her hands through his blond hair. Her precious little boy who was worth any sacrifice. She could do this. She could do anything to make him happy.

She washed Cameron and herself with the water delivered along with their breakfast, then dressed Cameron in the suit he’d worn the night before. His finest, she thought proudly as she straightened his jacket. She’d saved her pennies until she could afford the material, then had sewn until candles in their rooms were gone so that he would look his best in church.

Then she pulled out the best dress she owned, though it was several seasons out of date. She  hoped that might not matter out here in Colorado. The fabric was a bit faded, and she’d had to trim the fraying ends of the cuffs a few times, but it still fit nicely and she thought she looked quite nice in this light shade of blue.

When the knock came just before noon, Elizabeth was ready — their things gathered and Cameron’s hair combed.

But it wasn’t Jason on the other side of the door — but the cousin. The cousin who had written the letters, sent the money, and made arrangements. He looked like Jason, though a lankier, less solid version with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Uh, Miss Webber.” Dillon coughed. “Mrs,” he corrected. “Mrs. Webber.” He smiled. “Grandmother sent me to fetch you. She said it was bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding.”

“Oh. Well—” Elizabeth nodded. “All right. That—” She stepped back to let Dillon and close the door.

“I’ll come back for your things after the ceremony,” Dillon continued. “Grandmother said not to worry about anything. You look nice,” he added.

“You not the papa,” Cameron said suspiciously. He looked at his mother. “You said the papa come to get us.”

“The papa—” Dillon repeated. “Oh, no, little guy.” He knelt down to Cameron’s level. “Your mama looks so pretty that we want her to be a surprise for your new papa, right? So I’m going to take you to him.”

“Mama always pretty,” Cameron said with nod. He jabbed a finger at his chest. “I best and handsomest. She said so.”

“Absolutely.” Dillon grinned, then got back to his feet. “And, uh, I think I owe you—” The tips of his ears went red, then spread to his cheeks. “I know I owe you an apology. For what I did. I just wanted him to be happy, but he wasn’t doing anything, and it was wrong of me to think he should just…not tell you.”

“You—” Elizabeth arched a brow. “You brought a woman across the country to marry him without a word and thought he should fulfill that promise by lying to me the rest of our lives?”

“When you say it outloud like that-” Dillon grimaced. “It just sounds bad. But your letters talked about how much you loved your son and wanted a good life for him, and my cousin deserves a family. He was so good with my nephew—” And then some of the life left his eyes. “He just should have a family. That’s all.”

“It’s all seemed to work out, I suppose, and it’s…sweet that you want that for him,” Elizabeth said. “I accept your apology.”

“Good. Good. It was a dumb thing to do, and it could have gone so wrong.” Dillon brightened. “But I knew Jason would meet you and it would be okay. And it is now. You got here yesterday and now today, you’re going to be my cousin and we got a new little guy as a bonus.”  He held out his arm. “Shall I walk you over to he church now?”

“I’m not sure I understand how this happened,” Michael Corinthos, better known as Sonny, a neighboring rancher, offered as he shrugged into the uncomfortable suit jacket that completed his church outfit. “You weren’t betrothed yesterday.”

“I was,” Jason said, looking around his friend who had agreed to stand up with him as a witness for the wedding. “I didn’t tell you.”

“Yeah, yeah, a granddaughter of an old friend.” Sonny squinted. “Not sure I believe it.”

Jason scowled. “Not asking you to believe anything. It is what it is. And you’ll make sure everyone else knows it, too.”

“Right.” Sonny shook his head, then smiled as Jason’s grandmother swept down the aisle. “Good morning, Mrs. M.”

Lila nodded in greeting then turned to Jason. “Elizabeth is here,” she told Jason. “I offered to have Dillon escort her down the aisle, but—” She turned as Dillon joined them. “Is she ready?”

“She’s just adjusting the tie on the little  guy. Says the only man going to give her away is the one she’s already got.” Dillon shrugged. “Works for me.”

“Little guy?” Sonny echoed. “Is there part of the story I don’t know yet?”

“She has a son. A four-year-old,” Jason added as Lila and Dillon went to sit in the front pew and he went towards the reverend. “Thank you for doing this today.”

Reverend Coates smiled gently. “If you’re ready—” He nodded at the organ player.

“Yeah, uh, go head.”

The sound of the pipe organ filled the small church and Jason took his spot, turning towards the back, unsure exactly what he was feeling — was it a desire to rush out the back door and disappear? Or maybe a renewed irritation with his cousin for starting all of this—

Or the universe for sending cholera to take so much of his family, leaving his grandmother to fret about her remaining grandsons—

Whatever he was feeling, it disappeared as Elizabeth came around the edge of the doorway, her hand clutched in Cameron, the little boy smiling brightly. She stood just at the end of the aisle, a bonnet secured over her brown hair—a shame, he thought idly, he liked her hair—and her deep blue eyes sweeping across the church.

“She’s not moving,” Sonny said, through clenched teeth.

“Shut up,” Jason muttered. She’d been a swirl of nerves since the moment he’d revealed the truth about the letters and how she’d ended up in Colorado. Had Dillon said something stupid? Had he made her feel like this was pity?

Worried that she was going to dart from the church, taking Cameron with her, and make a beeline for the train deport just down the road, Jason went up the aisle to meet her.  “Are you all right?” he asked softly.

“I—” Elizabeth closed her eyes, her lips trembling. “I don’t want you to regret this,” she managed. She looked at him, and there were tears clinging to her lashes. “Promise me you won’t.”

“I won’t,” he said gently. “I know you wanted Cameron to escort you down, but we can go together, right?”

“Y-Yes.” Elizabeth nodded. He lifted Cameron into his arms, perching the boy on one side and reaching for Elizabeth’s hand with the other. “If you’re sure.”

You couldn’t really be sure of anything, Jason thought. His brother had certainly thought Caroline was the right wife, and that hadn’t turned out well. And he’d been sure that he wouldn’t need to have a family — his sister had always wanted a large family. As many as she could stand, she’d laugh, then bounce Michael in the air, the infant giggling. Jason had been sure that he’d have a lifetime with them, to watch his sister have her dream, to see Michael grow up tall and strong, his own person.  He’d taken it for granted that they would always be there. That he’d have time to fix things with his father and grandfather—

There were no guarantees in life, he thought. Only promises. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Elizabeth nodded. “I’m ready.”

He’d been so kind when she’d frozen at the church doors like an idiot, Elizabeth thought. Surely that was a good sign. And he’d carried Cameron down the end of the aisle and set him down next to the dark-haired man with the suspicious eyes. Cameron had beamed up at him, and called him the papa again, and no one had even flinched.

Then they’d spoken their vows, Jason holding her hands. At the end of the ceremony, he leaned down and gently brushes his lips against her cheek.

Now, as they drove towards his ranch, a few miles out of the town proper, he’d told her, Elizabeth reminded herself that in exchange for his kindness, she’d be the best wife. She’d figure out how to be a better cook, his home would be sparkling, and there would never be a single of hole or frayed—

And then she realized that the building in the distance was the house. Her throat tightened. It wasn’t the three story mansion she’d visited the other night, but it was a large home. With an open porch that swept around the house—and there was a stone fence with an arch they drove under.

When he’d said ranch, she’d expected something more rustic, she realized. Something that…something that looked like the crude illustrations in the dime novels she’d read as a girl in the circulating library back home.

But this was…this was something more. He pulled the wagon in front of the house—a set of stables were set maybe fifty feet away from the house with training yards. Beyond that, there was a barn — and she could see cattle in the distance. Horses. This was a large ranch. An estate some might call it at home.

“Are you ready?” he asked. “Alice has been looking forward to meeting you and Cameron.”

“Alice—” Elizabeth squinted as Jason leapt nimbly down. He lifted Cameron over the side, making sure to clear the wheel, then held out a hand for her. He helped her down, careful to keep her skirts from getting caught in the wheel. “Who…who is Alice?” Did he have a daughter? She thought frantically. Was that why—

“Mister Jason!” A cheerful booming voice came from behind them and Elizabeth turned to see a tall woman, with a stocky build, and short curling hair standing at the top of the stairs. “It’s about time.”

“That’s Alice,” Jason said, with a sigh. “She still greets me like I’m a child. When I left home, my grandmother insisted on sending her with me,” he added. “She’s the housekeeper.”

“You won’t have to lift a finger,” Alice said as she bustled down the stairs, her smile growing wider. “And this must be little Master Cameron. Hello, young sir.” She stuck out her hand to Cameron who was still looking everywhere with fascination. He shook her head. “And—” If possible, Alice’s face lit up even more. “You’re the new missus. I just about gave up on this boy giving me babies to spoil—”

Jason grimaced, but there was humor in his eyes. A housekeeper, Elizabeth thought faintly. “Hello,” she managed.

“Come in, come in. You must be worn out after all that traveling, and then the boy gets that ring on your finger without even bringing you to see your new home—”

“I’ll get the bags,” Jason said, releasing Elizabeth’s hand. “Alice will take care of everything.”

“Of course.” Elizabeth took a deep breath. Housekeepers didn’t do everything, she thought. She could still find something for her to do, some way to keep Jason from regretting taking a chance —

But inside the house, she felt still more echoes to her childhood. What a piece of civilization she hadn’t expected, she thought, sliding her fingers over the smooth bannister of a sweeping staircase that climbed to the second floor. The floors were a smooth wood, and wallpaper adorned the rooms, light and airy as large windows in the sitting room opened up to a view of a small body of water, the mountains in the distance.

It was a beautiful home that wouldn’t look out of place in Port Hamilton, she thought, turning in a small circle.

“Jason told me you came from New York, so I hope you’ll be comfortable here. Mister Edward built the best for his Lila,” Alice told her. “He loved her so very much. Wasn’t happy about Mister Jason moving out on his own, but Missus Lila handled everything. Not much he won’ do to make her happy, even build this place just the way she wanted.”

Not much he won’t do, Elizabeth thought, even marry the stranger his cousin dumped on his doorstep.

“Now, don’t you worry about anything. You won’t have to lift a finger,” Alice continued. “I take care of the cooking, see to the cleaning—you’ll be pampered like a princess. I’m so very glad you’ve come to stay,” she told Elizabeth.

She nodded, just a short jerking motion, then forced a smile at Cameron who had gone to a window to look at the horses. “Mama, look—” he pointed. “The papa has horses.”

“He trains some of the best horses in the region,” Alice told Cameron. “The name Jason Morgan is getting known for it. Or was until Missus Lila made him take that sheriff job last year. To keep him close,” Alice confided.

“Can I go see the horses?” Cameron wanted to know. “Please, Mama—”

“Not—Not right now.” Elizabeth needed a moment. Needed to gather herself, and think.

“You must be exhausted. Mister Jason—” Alice swept out of the sitting room where Jason was coming in from the stables, having put up the wagon and horses. He had Elizabeth’s bags in his hand. One in each. All she had in the world. “You should take the missus to wash and clean up. I’ll show the little master to his room so he can see everything Missus Lila sent for him.”

“Sent for him?”Jason repeated. Then looked at Elizabeth. “Are you all right?”

“Yes. Yes.” She smiled. “I’m fine. But the wagon was dusty. I’d like to—”

“Yeah. Okay.” He took her arm and led her towards the stairs. “I’m sorry,” he said as the went up the stairs, keeping his voice low so that Alice, on her way behind them with Cameron, couldn’t hear. “There’s really no way to prepare you for Alice.”

“No, I understand.” She managed another smile as he led her down a hallway and pushed open a door. It was a sprarsely decorated room — with a double bed, a dresser, and a table with a porcelain bin and pitcher for washing up. Her stomach pitched. Was he putting her in a guest room?

“I’m sorry,” Jason said closing the door. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I never spent a lot of time in here. There’s not much. Um—you can do whatever you want to the house. I mean—”

“This is your room,” Elizabeth said, as relief swamped her. “I just—”

“Yeah, I don’t really need a lot,” he continued, setting the bags on the bed. “My grandmother really did the house, but left this for me.”

“Right.” She curled her hand in a fist at her waist. “You’re very lucky to have someone like her. Who cares so much.”

“I know. And Alice—she, uh, lost family in the epidemic, too,” Jason said. “A husband and a son. So if she’s…she comes on strong. But I can talk to her—”

“No, no. She’s wonderful. It’s all—it’s a wonderful home,” Elizabeth said quickly. “It’s just…not what I was expecting. No wonder you didn’t look very hard for a wife.” She said the final part, meaning it to be a joke, but it came out a bit more shaky than she meant it to. Of course Jason hadn’t looked for a wife. What need did he have? He had a grandmother who decorated his house, and a housekeeper who took care of him better than any mother Elizabeth had ever known—

Jason came over to her, took her hands in his, then stared with confusion as he slid one finger tip over the glove on her hand. He gently pulled it off, and her cheeks flushed. “You stuffed it,” he said.  She yanked her hand back, curling it back into a fist.

“I—I wanted it to be…” To fit the one pair of gloves she owned. So that no one would notice. Why did he always see it?

“You don’t have to.” He tugged off the other glove, set them both on the dresser near them. He met her eyes. “I didn’t look very hard,” he told her, “because no one interested me.”

Interested. He’d told her he was attracted to her, and she hadn’t really known what to do with that, but of course, she’d forgotten another reason a man might marry. Especially one out West where men outnumbered women.

“Then I am very fortunate,” Elizabeth said, “that I was not ill-featured.” She smiled again, but he just tipped his head.

“You are beautiful,” he acknowledged, releasing one of her hands and raising his own to her  face, sweeping his thumb across her jaw. “You’ve looked in a mirror, so you know that to be true. But there are pretty women here, too.”

Oh, well, then—

“When you opened the door yesterday and decided that I was not good enough for you,” Jason said, “because you thought that I thought badly of your son, you had my attention.”

“You enjoy women yelling at you?” Elizabeth said, her eyes searching his. He’d told her that before, but she hadn’t believed him.

“For all you knew, I was the man who wrote those letters and was now rejecting a little boy I had promise to love as my own. And you were angry enough to reject me first. Because you fight for what matters.”

“Yes.”

“I thought that my cousin was right,” Jason continued. “I would do anything for my grandmother. And almost anything for him,” he added and she smiled at that. “Because they matter to me. I know something about taking care of family.”

If this was supposed to make her feel better, it wasn’t quite working but she appreciated that he was trying. He would do anything for his family, and he had. And he’d been kind enough to try to convince her that it was more than pity that had caused him to offer for her.

And she could do far worse than a handsome, kind husband who only needed a wife to have someone in his bed. Love at first sight only happened in dime store novels.

She leaned up to press her lips against his, softly and a bit shyly. She had little experience to draw upon, and it had been years since she’d initiated intimacies. Lucky for her, Jason was happy to take up the reins. His hand slid around to cup the back of her neck, his other arm around her waist to pull her closer. She had a second chance, a miraculous new start, and she was going to make the most of it.

Jason would never, ever regret marrying her, and she was going to be the best wife she could be.

August 7, 2022

This entry is part 4 of 56 in the Flash Fiction: Watch Me Burn

Honestly can’t tell you how long this took. My keyboard was such a bitch — lagging every five seconds. Probably around 70-80 minutes, tbh.


Morgan Penthouse: Guest Bedroom

The miniature motorcycle was actually a tricycle which delighted Cameron. He fit his tiny feet to the pedals and it rolled forward. Jason reached out to close the door before Elizabeth could even think — but of course Cameron would make a beeline for the long hallway, and the stairs didn’t have a gate.

The entire penthouse felt like a death trap now and Elizabeth clutched Jake more tightly in her arm, looking around the room again, taking in all the details —    the bed with racing cars that Jake wouldn’t need for at least a year. The tricycle Cameron rode, the Lego sets carefully tucked on shelf next to a row of plastic figures—Spiderman, Batman, Superman, and other superheroes she didn’t recognize.

On the other side of the room sat a crib with padded bumpers, a changing table, and a toy box filled with stuffed animals. Spinelli stood in the center, a huge grin stretched across his face, eyes bright. He’d been so excited to show off his surprise——

“Thank you,” Elizabeth said. She handed Jake to Jason and hugged the tech. “You and Georgie obviously have good taste,” she said as Cameron zoomed around them, though he struggled to go very fast across the carpet. “How did you know he was obsessed with motorcycles right now?”

“Well, Noble Emily might have given us some pointers,” Spinelli admitted.

“Uh, thanks,” Jason said. In his arms, Jake started to fuss, screwing up his little face, then emitted a cry. He gently rocked the infant, but it didn’t help.

“Oh, he’s ready for his bottle,” Elizabeth said. “Cam, we have to go downstairs so Jake can eat—”

“Mom! He’s got Biderman!” Cameron clutched the red and blue figurine to his chest, his blue eyes wide. “Can’t I play?”

“The Insightful Georgie made sure we got these—” Spinelli handed Elizabeth a square device the size of a paperback book. “They’ve got video and audio. I wanted to open them up to see if I could make the picture better, but Georgie said maybe not this set. I bought my own to play with,” Spinelli informed her. He switched it on, and a black and white picture popped up, aimed at the crib. “And the little dude can press this  button to talk to you. It’s like an intercom.”

“You, uh, really thought of everything,” Elizabeth said.

“I’ll hang out with him and make sure he’s okay so Little Stone Cold can get his munchies on.”

“Thank you,” Elizabeth said again. “Cam, you okay to stay up here with Spinelli?”

Cam thrust a plastic figure at the tech. “You be Batman.”

Elizabeth followed Jason down the stairs, still trying to understand the itch between her shoulders and the general discomfort she felt over the room upstairs. She unzipped the diaper bag to pull out the container of formula and an empty bottle.

“I can do that,” Jason offered, rubbing Jake’s back in slow circles to keep him calm.

“No, no, it’s okay. You—” She forced a smile. “You’ve got him sort of quiet—I’ll do this.” She hurried into the kitchen to mix the bottle, then stared in confusion at the bottle warmer on the counter. What—

“Elizabeth, is everything—” Jason stopped as he saw it as well. “I guess the surprises weren’t just upstairs,” he said.

“No, he really thought of everything.” She switched it on, then set the bottle inside. “It was really thoughtful of him.”

“Are you sure? You seem…I don’t know. Like it bothers you—”

“No. No,” she repeated with force, turning to face him. “It’s not—okay, a little. I don’t know why. I knew we’d have to get things for Jake here so he could spend as much time as you wanted, but—”

“Did you want to do it yourself? Because—”

“I must sound like an insane person,” Elizabeth muttered, dragging her hands through her hair. “No. Everything Spinelli and Georgie did was perfect. And I appreciate Emily helping, too. Maybe it’s—” The bottle warmer beeped and she retrieved the bottle, tested it on her wrist, then handed it to Jason. Jake immediately settled as his father adjusted him in his arms, laying him in the crook of his elbow. His tiny hands tried to rest on the bottle but he wasn’t strong enough to hold it himself.  Elizabeth exhaled slowly. “It’s Cam,” she murmured. “Spinelli made sure he’d be welcome here and feel at home. And it doesn’t bother me. It just—it’s this conversation I had with Emily earlier.”

“I haven’t been able to get a hold of her since I got out,” Jason said. “Is she—”

“Obviously very supportive, considering she helped Spinelli. She talked to Lucky. I told you that he still wanted custody of Jake, and she tried to talk him out of it,” Elizabeth continued. She folded her arms. “He told her he can’t imagine staying in Cameron’s life if he loses custody of Jake.” Her throat tightened. “And I know she’s confused because Jake isn’t his biological son either. But the difference is that Lucky thought he was. He always knew Cam wasn’t.”

“I don’t understand. Lucky—” Jason squinted. “He’s been in Cam’s life since the beginning.”

“Just about. Um, we got engaged a few months after Cam turned one, but Cam was already in love with him, and Lucky was so good with him. Cam’s first word was mama, but dada was his second, and he’s always seen Lucky as his—” She swiped at her eyes. “He’s doing this to hurt me. He has to be.”

“I can understand his wanting to stay in Jake’s life,” Jason said slowly, forcing the words out. “I wanted that with Michael. I tried it. But Cam has nothing to do with any of this.”

“No. He’s not yours. And Zander is dead. There’s no one out there who can ever come between them. So either he’s been lying to me all this time about loving Cam as his own or—” She rubbed her chest. “He thinks this will break me. That it’ll make me change my mind.”

“That you’ll back down on me being in Jake’s life,” Jason said. “To let Cam keep his father, you’d have to let Lucky stay with Jake.”

“I don’t want to think it’s that cold. That he’s using Cam this way. I know he’s hurt. I know I made this giant mess and that I can’t just make it go away by telling the truth one day. I can’t make it not true.  I did this. I lied. And I asked you to lie. And it was cruel to both of you—”

“Elizabeth—”

“But Cameron shouldn’t be the one to pay for it. Because he’s the one that has to live with it. Even if a judge gives him visitation the way you got with Michael—” She shook her head. “We can’t go back. We’re not going back to how it was. I don’t want to. You deserve to have your son. He deserves to have you.”

“I wish there was something I could do to make this go away,” he told her. He set the empty bottle on the counter, then adjusted Jake on his shoulder, patting his back until in the infant burped. “But I’m not giving Jake up.”

“And it’s not on the table,” Elizabeth said firmly. “All I can do is tell a judge that I was scared, I made a mistake, and I’m trying to make it right. Lucky’s the one who’s going to have to explain why Cameron’s custody should have anything to do with what happens with Jake.”

Wyndemere: Study

Lucky scowled when he saw Nikolas’s aunt standing in the middle of the room. He glared at his brother. “You said you found me a lawyer—”

“Before we start down this road,” Nikolas said, leaning against the desk and folding his arms. “I thought you might want a second opinion. Before papers get filed and you can’t take this back.”

“I don’t—” Lucky clenched his jaw, then looked at Alexis. “I plan on asking for joint custody of the boys. Both.”

“Okay,” Alexis said with a nod. “There are some pitfalls there—”

“Both,” Lucky repeated. “Or none.” He folded his arms. “I can’t stay in Cameron’s life as a part-time father, watching Jason raise my son. I don’t care what the paternity results are. Anyone can make a baby. I’ve been Jake’s father, and I want him.”

“Jason will likely be a part-time father as well,” Nikolas pointed out. “They don’t live together—”

“Not yet, but don’t be stupid,” Lucky bit out. “He broke up with Sam after the kidnapping. They were probably planning to go public if he beat the murder charges—”

“Whether or not any of that is true,” Alexis said, “that doesn’t give you anything to work with. You understand that you have very few options. You’re not Jake’s biological father, and the court will likely look very hard at Elizabeth for lying about it. With Jason in the picture — and as someone who was deprived of his paternal rights, most family courts are going to side with him.”

“But—”

“In fact, if Elizabeth wanted to play hardball, you could lose even your limited access to Cameron,” Alexis continued. “You’re not his father. You didn’t adopt him. Stepparents generally don’t get a lot of power. Your one saving grace is that there is no biological father in the picture. If you want my advice, Lucky, drop Jake from your plans. File paperwork to adopt Cameron so she can’t use that against you.”

“I—” Lucky couldn’t. He couldn’t just give up on Jake. He wouldn’t. “I can’t. I can’t watch Jake grow up with someone else and not fight for that to be me. That’s your advice, fine. But how do I win my case? It can’t be impossible—”

“You’d have make Jason disappear. Make him an unfit father,” she added. “But that’s another uphill battle. He’ll have plenty of character witnesses about his time with Michael—”

“Another time he lied—”

“Jason won visitation rights,” Alexis said. “You weren’t here for that, but I secured that case for him. He could have stayed in Michael’s life, but he surrendered them for Michael’s sake. That would likely impress a family court judge. And you can’t even use the criminal record against him – he’s been legally exonerated of the charges. Lucky, this case would be difficult, close to impossible to win, and it would drag on for months—”

“But what about Elizabeth? Can’t I get anything for what she did to me? She lied. She lied on his birth certificate. On medical records. Christ, in the kidnapping investigation — she was asked point blank if there was anything that could have made Jake a target—”

“Lucky, that’s not why Jake got kidnapped—”

“I know that’s not why Maureen Harper says she did it, but maybe it was to get back at Sam — Jason’s girlfriend. Can’t I use any of that to talk about her being an unfit mother?” Lucky demanded.

“You could try, and with the right judge, it might get you something. But it’s a maybe, Lucky. You have an excellent chance of keeping Cam in your life. Take it—”

“No. No. I can’t. I can’t just give up like this. I can’t let Elizabeth take my son from me like this doesn’t matter—” He took a deep breath. “You can’t take my case because of Jason. But you know who would, don’t you? You can give me a recommendations.”

“I can, but I’d be surprised if it went anywhere.” Alexis shook her head, then looked at Nikolas. “I’m sorry. I tried.”

Harborview Towers: Parking Garage

After Jake’s bottle and a nap, Elizabeth reluctantly decided it was time to pack the boys up to return home. “We can try overnight visits if you want,” she offered as the elevator opened on the parking garage level. “And—and I don’t want you to feel like you can’t have him alone or anything, um, if you want Diane to make, like an arrangement or something—”

“She actually wants to talk to us both before she takes your case,” Jason told her. He set Jake into his stroller. “I know you’re trying to make up for the time we’ve lost—but I’ve also been in jail for most of his life,” he reminded her gently.

“Only because of the kidnapping—which wouldn’t have happened if we’d—if I’d told the truth,” she corrected. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about that—you were waiting on bail. Wouldn’t you have assigned Jake a guard or something?”

Jason grimaced. “Elizabeth—”

“I’m just—he’s not just mine. Not anymore. You don’t have to ask me for permission or-or—” She sighed. “I just want to make this okay, and that’s not going to happen in a few days or visits.”

“It’s okay right now,” Jason told her. “For me, anyway.” He scooped Cameron in his arms as they turned a corner. “I made you a promise,” he told Elizabeth’s son whose eyes were so wide at the sight of the Harley Davidson parked next to an SUV.

“That’s yours?” Cameron asked in a hushed, awed whisper. “Mommy, it’s a real bike.”

“Yes, it is.” Elizabeth smiled as Jason set Cameron down on the seat, holding him at the waist. “It’s bigger than the one upstairs.”

Cameron slid his hands down the handlebars, then dangled his feet. He made a face, then looked at Jason. “Maybe not big enough yet.”

“Not yet,” Jason agreed. “It’ll be a while.”

“Yeah. I play with my size,” Cameron said with a firm nod. “I can play with yours?” he asked him.

“It’s your bike,” Jason told him as he lifted Cameron off the motorcyle. “It’s just going to be at my place. For when you and your brother come over.”

“Grammy not like my zooming,” Cameron said, accepting this with a shrug. “Mommy—”

Jason looked at Elizabeth. “They’re brothers,” he told her. “And I like the way things are right now. With you bringing them both. I don’t want Cam to feel left out, and if you’re serious about going back to work, you should get to have all the time with Jake you can.”

“Okay.” Elizabeth nodded. “Okay. Then we’ll meet with Diane, and we’ll keep things this way.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

After Jason reluctantly strapped Cameron into his car seat and said goodbye to Jake, he went back up to the penthouse where  he found Spinelli back on the sofa on the laptop. “Thank you,” he said.

Spinelli looked up, then grinned again. “He liked the toys, right? Georgie said we did too much, but—”

“No, it was good.” Jason sat in the armchair next to the sofa. “Why did you include Cam?” he asked. “You know—he’s not—I mean, he’s not—”

“Not a blood relation, Stone Cold, sure. But he’s the Wee One’s big brother. And you like his mother. Fair Elizabeth will be here a lot. Little Dude is part of the package.” Spinelli paused. “And—” he made a face and his expression turned solemn. “I was at Kelly’s,” he reminded Jason. “I heard Lucky Spencer tell Emily that if he can’t have Jake, he doesn’t want Cameron. It’s wrong. And the Little Dude deserves the best. I know you feel the same, so when Detective Dingus loses Jake, he’ll turn his back on a little kid who didn’t ask for this to happen.”

Jason’s chest tightened, and he forced himself to exhale. He couldn’t understand how Lucky could tie them together. How he could stomach giving up Cameron just to hurt Elizabeth. He knew Lucky was hurt, and Jason could give him some space on that—but Cam—Cam had nothing to do with any of this.

“So, when Little Dude loses the dingus,” Spinelli continued, “it’ll be okay. We’ll be here, and maybe toys don’t make up for that kind of thing, but belonging does.” He stared at his laptop. “Belonging is nice. Everyone should.”

“Yeah, they should.” Jason got to his feet. “Thanks for helping me get this place ready for Jake and Cam. They’re going to be here a lot, so there’s still more we need to do. But this was a good start.”

“Oh—” Spinelli reached into his pocket and drew out a thumb drive. “I forgot—the security footage you promised to hold secure for my Faithful Friend and her roommate. In case they want to know the identity of the creepy admirer.”

Jason took the drive. “You didn’t look?”

“Of course not.” Spinelli sniffed. “But if we need it, you’ll have it. Thanks for being our guardian of the drive.”

Jason shoved it in his pocket, then went to set up the meeting with Diane.

August 6, 2022

This entry is part 14 of 25 in the Flash Fiction: Scars

Written in 60 minutes.


Morgan House: Front Lawn

When she’d shown up in Port Charles nearly twenty years earlier, Elizabeth had felt completely alone in the world.  Her parents barely noticed her, her siblings didn’t understand her, and the best Audrey had ever managed was gentle disapproval.  Today, standing on the sidewalk outside the home where she’d raised her boys, surrounded the family she had created, it was hard to remember that brittle, rebellious girl.

She lifted her phone to zoom in on Cameron shyly sliding a wrist corsage onto Emma’s wrist, then watching as Emma twirled, showing off the soft pink dress with the sweetheart neckline. A few steps away, Portia was adjusting the spaghetti straps on Trina’s sleek purple dress while the teen sent discreet looks to Spencer, who was grimacing while his grandmother adjusted the knot on his suit.

And off to the side, just slightly apart, Carly stood with her daughter. Elizabeth’s heart had skipped a beat when Joss had stepped out of the car, her blood red dress not a far cry from another dress worn on a night like this.

No one but Elizabeth would make the connection. There were few left who remembered that dress. Audrey had passed away, Lucky might as well be in another universe, and it had been a crumpled pile of fabric when Bobbie had come to the Spencers house that night.

“You good?”

Elizabeth jerked to attention when Patrick bumped her shoulder. “What?”

“You’re just staring—” Patrick followed her gaze. “I feel a little bad for her,” he admitted. “I know Joss struggles to make friends, and Spencer and Trina aren’t really going together, but—”

“But,” Elizabeth murmured. She exhaled in relief as Jason approached Carly and Joss, and Joss’s plastered smile became more genuine. “Emma looks beautiful,” she told Patrick, looking back at their kids.

“Cam cleans up nice, too.” Patrick exhaled slowly. “He wrote her a song, Webber. Just for her.” He folded his arms. “I’m still not sure I want to let her out of the house, but if she has to date someone, I’m glad it’s someone like Cam. He’ll be good to her, and maybe she’ll have high standards the next guy will have to work hard to meet.”

“You never know,” Elizabeth teased. “Maybe first love will be forever this time.”

“Maybe.” He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Okay, let’s get the group photos done so we can hit the road.”

The teens complained but it was mostly good-natured, and Elizabeth was sure to encourage shots of just the girls to make sure Joss didn’t feel left out, and only Cameron and Emma took photos as a couple.

“All right, Elizabeth and I are the drop off,” Patrick said as they moved towards the cards. “And—”

“Robin and I are picking up,” Jason confirmed. He opened the door so that Emma could slide into Patrick’s backseat, along with Cameron.

“Call if you want to come home early,” Elizabeth said, her stomach twisting as Trina and Spencer argued over who was going with Elizabeth and Joss. Trina won — and went with Cameron and Emma. Joss’s eyes dimmed a little, but she got into the car anyway.

Jason watched as the two cars pulled out of the driveway, wondering if he should have gone with Elizabeth. He knew the dance was weighing on her mind — it wouldn’t have if Tom Baker hadn’t shown up all those weeks ago and brought back the nightmares.

“Maybe I should have driven Joss,” Carly said, standing at his side. He frowned at her. “She’s having a hard time. You know, Emma and Trina only tolerate her because of Cam.” She sighed. “It’s my fault.”

“They’re just kids,” Jason said, putting an arm around her shoulders. “And they get along better than when they were kids.”

“I guess. And it hasn’t been that bad this year. Not like middle school,” Carly added. “But I’m just—I feel like I set all the wrong examples for Joss. I don’t have any female friends, so she couldn’t even see what it looked like.” She forced a smile. “Maybe I should have been nicer to Elizabeth.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s for other reasons,” Jason said, and she smiled. “Joss is a good kid—”

“But she goes after what she wants and doesn’t always look to see who she’s stepping on. It’s me all over again, Jase, and I’m just worried. I don’t want her to be like me. I want her to know she’s enough, just the way she is.” She exhaled slowly. “But you’re right. It’s better than it used to be.” She flashed him a smile, then poked him in the stomach. “Congratulations, by the way. I haven’t seen you since you told me about the baby.”

“Yeah, we wanted to wait a little while before we told a lot of people,” Jason said as they walked towards the house, following Jake and Aiden in. “But she’s out of the first trimester, so the worst miscarriage risks are past us.”

“You have to tell me everything.”

Port Charles High School: Parking Lot

Elizabeth backed her car into a space so that she was facing the doors. She was only meant to do a drop off, but Joss had been so quiet in the car that Elizabeth didn’t feel right just leaving her. Instead, she was parking and watching the entrance. She didn’t want another girl with sad eyes to be broken.

There was a rapping against her passenger side, and Elizabeth smiled faintly. She unlocked the door and Patrick slid in. “Hey.”

“Hey. You, uh, wanna tell me why we’re staking out the dance?”

“Joss,” Elizabeth murmured. “I’ve been thinking so much about this dance. About Cam and Emma fighting about going — it’s brought back some memories.” She looked at him. “For me. The Valentine’s Day dance. It happened that night. I asked Lucky to go as friends, hoping he’d see me in my dress and realize it was me he wanted all along. But then my sister asked him.”

She stared straight ahead as the sky, pink and orange when they’d arrived, sank into darkness, the streetlights illuminating the parking lot. “He came over to tell me that he was going with her. Like it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Asshole,” Patrick muttered. “He had to know you weren’t asking him as friends. I mean, guys are dumb, but we’re not that dumb. If a girl asks you to do go somewhere as friends, she’s testing the waters.”

“I can’t be angry at him. He’d fantasized about Sarah for months, and had a chance finally.” Her fingers tightened around the wheel. “He went after it. But I was so embarassed and upset, I made up a date to the dance. And I didn’t go. And tonight, I watched another girl feel like she wasn’t wanted hide her misery.” Tears burned at her eyes. “I always felt out of the place. A changeling in the Webber household who didn’t fit the mold and could never meet the expectations my parents set for me.”

“Their loss.”

“It is. It absolutely is. They’re missing out on so much. Not just because I turned out just fine without them, but my boys are special, and would have made their lives so much better.” Elizabeth sighed. “I guess I was scared Joss might want to leave and walk home. Which seems silly—”

“It absolutely does not.”

“I’d never forgive myself if something happened to her. Or any of them. Not just Cam. They’re all mine. Trina has been in and out of my house since she was a kid. Her dad took such good care of me during my rape investigation. And Emma—you know how much I love her. Spencer—he’s lost both his parents and there’s so much anger he tries to hide. But Joss — she’s the one that reminds me the most of who I used to be. She’s just like her mother, too.”

“You’re comparing yourself to Carly?”

Elizabeth smirked. “That’s one of the reasons we couldn’t get along for long. Too much alike. I just got broken at an earlier age. I was selfish, petty, and spiteful. Without the rape, I would have grown up to be a self-centered, vindictive woman who couldn’t make friends—”

“I don’t believe that for a minute.”

“I never did make friends that well,” Elizabeth said. “Emily, Nikolas—they were Lucky’s friends first. Jason,” she murmured. “He was the first friend I made that was all mine. You were the second.”

Patrick reached for her hand. “Hey. Quality over quantity. And you and me, we’re platonic soul mates, you know that right? Robin’s the love of my life and it’s a miracle I get to keep her. To have more kids with her. But you kept me moving through losing her. You helped me raise Emma when I thought I’d screw it up.”

“Best friend I ever had,” Elizabeth said, turning to smile at him. “You don’t have to stay.”

“Nah, I’m with you. Joss reminds me of me, too,” Patrick said. “You’re not the only one who was a selfish teenager who didn’t make friends well. We’ll just tell Jason and Robin that we’ll take the Kelly’s drop off and they can pick up the kids there. I’m sure Laura and Portia will be relieved to have the break.”

“Let’s do that.”

Port Charles Hotel: Gymnasium

The fast beat of Little Mix slid into the slow strands of Ed Sheeran, couples began to gravitate towards one another, and Joss edged her way from the dance floor, her throat tightening as she watched Cameron draw Emma into his arms—and then Spencer hold out a hand to Trina.

And her current crush, Oscar Nero, asking Molly Bainbridge to dance. Joss wandered over to the punch table. It wasn’t like she wanted to date Cameron or Spencer — the passing crush she’d had on Cameron in grade school had mostly been because he’d always been nice to her. Probably because his mother made him.

So honey now
Take me into your loving arms

She lifted the punch to her lips, sipped it and winced at the sugary sweetness.

‘Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it’s evergreen
Baby your smile’s forever in my mind and memory

She didn’t even want a boyfriend, Joss told herself, even as she wistfully watched the other couples swaying to the music.

But baby now
Take me into your loving arms

She’d been so excited for this dance, so sure that she’d pick out this dress and that every guy would want to dance with her. She was pretty, wasn’t she? And she was trying harder to be nicer. Emma had been right — the truce with Trina made things easier.

But a truce didn’t change a decade of rivalry or erase some of the things Joss and Trina had done or said to one another. And she knew they still really didn’t like each other. And Emma and Trina were popular. People liked them.

And nobody, except for Cameron and sometimes Spencer, liked her.

I’m thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are

Finally the song changed into an upbeat Justin Timberlake, and Joss went back to the dance floor because you didn’t need a partner for these songs.

Kelly’s: Parking Lot

“Thanks for the ride,” Cameron told his mother as he held the door open for Emma. “You’re going home this time, right?”

“Yes,” Elizabeth said with a roll of her eyes. The group had been mystified to find Elizabeth and Patrick waiting for them after the dance, and Cameron had complained that maybe his mom didn’t think he was old enough to go to a dance.

So this time, Elizabeth promised — and she’d promised Jason, too, who was worried about her for other reasons. So she watched the kids head into the courtyard, then followed Patrick out of the parking lot and away from the diner.

Kelly’s: Dining Room

Everyone who had joined them at Kelly’s after the dance had someone with them, Joss realized. Or maybe the other groups of kids were just evenly divided. Even Nancy Ohlendorf had a date. Joss huffed as she sat at the table. When girls who liked other girls found a date more easily than she did, that just reminded Joss that she was the problem. Not that she wasn’t happy for Nancy and Julie. She just wanted someone to sit with. To talk to.

She sipped her soda, picked at her French fries, smiling when she was supposed to. But she just wanted to go home. Her house was too far away, but her grandmother’s Brownstone wasn’t, Joss decided.

She got up from the table and went for her coat, her throat tightening when she made it all the way into the courtyard without anyone coming after her. She waited for a moment — but no one came.

They hadn’t noticed she was gone. Wasn’t that a kick in the face? She lifted right out, didn’t she?

Joss turned and headed towards Elm Street, the street quiet with only her footsteps echoing. She dragged her coat more tightly around her, tears burning at her eyes. Her phone wasn’t even vibrating. No one, not even her best friend, knew she was gone.

Your best friend should always notice, Joss thought bitterly, but Cam had been so worried about Joss—

There was a crack—and Joss stopped. Turned to look at the broken lot across the street where the sounds had come from. Then she heard footsteps. Heavy ones. She swallowed hard, straight ahead, and started to walk more quickly. Two more blocks until she got home Two more blocks.

The footsteps were closer now, and Joss was scared. What if she turned around and someone was right there—

There was a honk of a car horn, and then a car was siding to a stop. Joss stopped, recognizing it. “Aunt Liz,” she said breathlessly. “You came back.”

“I had a feeling you’d need me,” Elizabeth told her. She flipped the locks. “Get in.”

Joss yanked the door open, then took a moment to sweep her eyes around the surroundings. There was no one at all. She must have just been more nervous than she’d thought. She slid into the passenger seat, and flashed a smile at Elizabeth. “How’d you know?”

“I just did.” Elizabeth squeezed her hand. “One day, you’re going to look around and you’re going to be surrounded by so many people who love you that you’re not even going to remember tonight,” she told her. “You are a great kid, Joss, and you deserve the world.”

As Elizabeth’s car disappeared down the road, Tom stepped out from the scraggly blushes, grimacing. He’d been so close.

Then he smiled. The pretty blonde with the sad eye was special to Elizabeth, too? Well, well, well. There were just so many options to choose from.

August 4, 2022

This entry is part 3 of 56 in the Flash Fiction: Watch Me Burn

Written in 62 minutes.


Hardy House: Living Room

Elizabeth walked carefully down the stairs, holding Jake in one arm and one of Cameron’s in the other as the three-year-old carefully navigated each step with his short, stubby legs.

“Oh, let me take him—” her grandmother strode across the living room and met Elizabeth halfway to take Jake.

“Thanks, Gram. Cameron keeps rushing up and down the stairs,” she said as they finished their descent, “and I’m trying to show him how to slow down.”

“Mommy, zoom!” Cameron jumped off the last stair and onto the landing, his sneakers hitting the wooden floor with a dull squeak. When Elizabeth released his hand, the toddler began flying around the room, darting around sofas and tables. “Zoom, zoom!”

“Goodness—” Audrey laughed. “When did this start?”

“He got a miniature motorcycle for his birthday,” Elizabeth said, watching her son with amusement. “Just a little one—that fits in his hand—but now he wants to ride on a real one and keeps trying to convince me he’s old enough.”

Audrey bounced Jake in her arms, the infant reaching for her necklace. “A motorcycle? I remember another Webber who liked to zoom on those.”

Elizabeth’s cheeks flushed and she looked away. “Gram—”

“Gave me a heart attack, your mommy did,” Audrey told Jake who made another grab for the necklace with Audrey avoided with the skilled practice of a woman used to babies. “I’m so glad she grew up to have a little one just like her.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, then moved to a side as Cameron began another lap. “Thanks for hanging with him for a little while today. I’ve got an appointment with Bobbie to start the paperwork to end my maternity leave.”

“I think it’s a shame you’re not going to finish the full six months,” Audrey told her. “They’re only little for so long—”

“Gram—” Elizabeth went into the kitchen, and her grandmother followed. “We’ve talked about this. I only got six weeks paid as it was, and the last six weeks were unpaid. It was one thing when Lucky and I were still together. He and I budgeted for all of that, and we could make it on his income—” She poured a glass of orange juice. “It’s just me. I need to get back to work.”

“Seems to me,” Audrey said, stroking Jake’s back. “That you have other options—” Elizabeth sent her a dirty look. “But I know all about independence,” her grandmother continued. “Have you spoken to Jason yet?”

“Yesterday.” Elizabeth bit her lip. “Is it going to be a problem? I mean, I don’t exactly know how much Jason is going to be around. Or what it’s going to look like, but he wants to be Jake’s father.”

“And how did Lucky take that news?”

“Not well. He expected things to go on the way they were—with the boys. I told him Cam is one thing. You know, he’s always been there, since Cam was born, and Cam thinks of him as Daddy. But Jake—” Elizabeth touched Jake’s soft blonde hair, and the infant turned to offer his mother a smile. “Jake’s three months old. If I’m ever going to fix the mistake I made, this is better. He’s angry.”

“He’s right to be, but—” Audrey said as Elizabeth made a face. “I think you’re making the right choice. As hard as it is right now, it’s better now than three years from now. I do hope Lucky can find a way to be at peace with all of this.”

“Thanks, Gram. It means a lot to me that you’re okay with all of this.”

“It’s not the path I hoped your life would take, but you know very well that you’ve made bad choices. It does no good to pile on to the guilt you already feel by expressing disapproval. You’ll get enough of that from the world,” Audrey continued. “I’m just hopeful that it will get easier from here.”

“You and me both—”

Cameron zoomed into the kitchen and began laps around the table. Elizabeth laughed and went to stop him before he got dizzy or fell.

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

“You should be proud of me.”

Jason raised his brows, curled his fingers around the edge of a door. “Good morning, Carly.”

“Good morning,” the blonde said, striding past him. “Hey, Spinelli,” she said to the tech, sitting on the sofa, hard at work on the laptop in his lap. “That looks important,” she said to Jason. “What’s he working on?”

“Something for Georgie. Why am I proud of you?”

“Because it’s been a whole day since you got released and this is the first time I’m showing up on your doorstep.”

Jason closed the door. “You called me twelve times yesterday, and it’s been sixteen hours since I got released. Not a whole day.”

“You’re always so literal.” Carly dismissed the correction, then clapped her hands together. “Okay, so where do we start?”

“Start?” Jason repeated. “What are you talking about?”

“Have you called Diane yet? Because she should be our first call. She’ll know exactly what we have to do. It might be an uphill battle,” Carly continued, “because you know, that whole pesky murder charge, but Diane got you off that, so I just know she can win this—”

“Win what?” Jason squinted. “Carly, what are you talking about?”

Carly scowled. “You know what. Custody. Everyone heard Elizabeth tell the truth on the stand.” She huffed, folded her arms. “I can’t believe she lied to us all!”

“Did she, though?” Jason asked pointedly. “Did she tell you Lucky was the father? Did she tell Sonny? Did she say the words—”

“Damn it. She got to you already, didn’t she?” Carly threw her hands up. “You have such a blind spot for that manipulative bitch—”

“Carly—”

Spinelli’s head popped up at the anger in Jason’s tone, and Carly stared at him with irritation. “What? She spent a year lying to you! You went to jail to get that little boy back and she didn’t even have the decency—” Then Carly closed her mouth. “You knew. Didn’t you? Is that how she got you to jump bail?” She slapped his arm. “That’s why you got involved with finding Jake! I knew something was weird with all of that! It was upsetting and all, but—”

“I’m going to say this exactly once,” Jason said, and the tightness in his tone had Carly closing her mouth, mid-sentence. “Jake is my son. Elizabeth is his mother. That has nothing to do with you. And if you and Sonny had stayed out of it—we wouldn’t be in this mess—”

“That’s not fair—”

“I’ve already talked to Elizabeth. We’re working out what to do next. But that has nothing to do with you.” He opened the door. “And Carly, if I find out you’ve gone near Elizabeth to harass her about this—”

“You’ve always been too nice to her,” Carly muttered as she went past Jason. “She’s already stolen months from you—”

“Mothers get choose, remember, Carly?” Jason said, and Carly snapped her mouth shut, her eyes burning. “Or does that only apply to you?”

“That’s not fair—”

“Neither is jumping to conclusions and rushing over here to tell me that I’m not going to be a father—” Jason shook his head. He’d listened to her, hadn’t he? He’d believed her. And had told Elizabeth that it was for the best Lucky was the father before she’d even had a chance to open her mouth. “Stay out of it.”

“For now.” Carly stabbed a finger at him. “But if she tries to pull any fast ones—”

Jason closed the door in her face, and looked back at Spinelli who was wide-eyed. “What?”

“Uh, nothing. Nothing, Stone Cold.” Spinelli set the laptop side. “I just don’t remember ever hearing you speak to the Valkyrie in such a—” He hesitated. “Well. Like that.”

“Carly hasn’t annoyed me like that in a while.” Jason grabbed his keys. “I’m going out for a while. Elizabeth is coming over this afternoon with the boys. You can be here,” he added. “I just wanted to warn you.”

“Oh, sure, sure.” Spinelli sat back down. “I’m still working on the university mainframe. They’ve updated since the last time I hacked.”

“Don’t get arrested.”

General Hospital: Nurse’s Station

“Oh, no.” Emily sighed as she stepped off the elevator and saw Elizabeth at the counter with paperwork in her hands. “Man, I thought I talked you out of this last week—”

“Unless I won the lottery somewhere—” Elizabeth went over to the sofa in the waiting area to begin filling it out. “Not all of us have trust funds, Em.”  She winced. “Sorry. That’s not fair.”

“No, but it’s accurate.” Emily sat next to her. “But you said you talked to Jason, and that he’s going to help you with Diane. I thought that meant you’d worked out some sort of support.”

“Yes, because it’s in Jason’s interest that I get full custody of Jake,” Elizabeth said, flicking the top on the pen. “But I supported Cameron on my own before Lucky and I moved in together. I make good money—”

“But—”

“Em—” Elizabeth set the clipboard down. “This isn’t me thinking I can’t ask or that Jason wouldn’t do it. I know what kind of money he has. Okay? I know that if I asked him to make it so I never have to work, he’d do it and he probably wouldn’t even notice. I don’t want that.”

“Well, I wasn’t saying he should give you that much, but child support—”

“When I get back to work and my finances figured out, I’ll be in a position to figure out how much Jake needs. Then Jason and I can talk about it. But if I start letting him take care of everything—” Elizabeth exhaled slowly. “I want to stay at home. I wanted to take six months. Lucky and I were barely going to be able to swing it, but we were making it work. But I’m the one who lied to put Lucky in that position, and then I’m the one that blew it all up again on the stand. I don’t think I get to benefit—”

“You’re being too hard on yourself,” Emily said softly. “And I don’t think you should link your maternity leave—”

“Most women only get six weeks. It was a privilege and a luxury to have three months, Em. I had three months with Cam before I went into the nursing program. I’m okay with this.”

“Okay. Well—I ran into Lucky yesterday,” Emily told her. “He told me that he’s asking for custody of Jake. Or at least visitation. I guess moving out didn’t go well.”

“No. I don’t know what I thought he’d do. Maybe I hoped he’d…” Elizabeth bit her lip. “I hoped he’d let go so that I wouldn’t have to make the harder choice. But I deserve this, too. I hate that I’ve hurt him. He did everything I wanted him to, Em. He got clean. He stayed clean. And he was done with Maxie. He was a good husband. A good father. I just—I lied to him. And I don’t love him anymore. He didn’t deserve what I did to him.”

“Maybe not, but I know how hard it was last year. I wish I could have made you feel safe enough to tell me the truth,” Emily said, squeezing her hand. “There’s one other part of the conversation we should talk about though.”

Elizabeth tilted her head. “What?”

“It’s about Cam.”

Kelly’s: Diner

Sam leapt up from the table when she spied Lucky coming through the courtyard. Days of staking out the diner during the lunch rush had finally paid off. “Lucky—”

Elizabeth’s estranged husband  brushed past her. “I don’t have anything to say to you—”

“Wait—”

He stopped, turned to face her. “You knew, didn’t you? That’s why you wouldn’t help us in June to get him back. You wouldn’t let us go on your show—”

Sam winced. “It was—Okay. It was part of it. I did know, but not that long,” she added in a rush. “I found out right after Jake was born, and it really messed me up, okay? I struggled. I nearly told you the truth. Remember? At the station—”

“You almost told me, but you didn’t. What, do you want a cookie for that?”

“No, but—” Sam grabbed his arm as he turned away again. “It’s just—look—you and I both know what’s going to happen now that the truth is out and we’re out of the picture.”

Lucky closed his eyes, the pain washing over his face. “Yeah. Yeah. We do. I should have realized it was deeper when she kept lying to me to go see him in jail—I should have—I’m so damn stupid—”

“You trusted your wife just like I trusted my fiance,” Sam cut in. “We had a right to trust the people we loved. That’s why I didn’t tell you. Because I knew if Jason went public with being Jake’s father, it would be the beginning of the end. Elizabeth wouldn’t have a reason not to use that baby to get Jason back. And now we’re gone. The truth is out. What’s stopping them?”

Lucky shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Why does she get to win?” Sam asked softly, and Lucky focused on her, frowning. “She gets to humiliate and hurt you—and me for that matter—she manipulated Jason into lying for her, and then to forgive her—and you just know she’s going to use Jason’s money to get custody and screw you in the divorce—” Sam stepped closer to her. “Why does she get to walk away with everything she ever wanted while you and I suffer? Does that seem fair?”

“No.” He cleared his throat. “No. And she’s not going to. I’m not just giving up on my sons.”

“You shouldn’t. And I’m going to help you keep them.”

Harborview Towers: Lobby

Jason stepped off the parking garage elevator and went around the corner to the private elevator for the penthouse, an involuntary grin spreading across his face as he spied Elizabeth waiting, Jake in a stroller and Cameron running circles around her, his arms spread out.

“Zoom!’ Cameron cried as he spied Jason and changed directions to run right at him. Jason lifted him in his arms. “Zoom, zoom!” he chanted. “I zoom really fast. Tell Mommy—”

“Really fast,” Jason agreed as he joined Elizabeth and Jake. “Hey.”

“Am I early?” Elizabeth wanted to know. The doors opened, and they all stepped inside the car. “You’re just getting back from somewhere—”

“No, I went out for a ride on the bike, and lost track of time.”

“A ride?” Cameron’s eyes brightened. “Bike? Mommy! Mommy! He has a bike! I’m old enough,” he turned back to Jason, with a serious and sober face. “Very fast. I can drive.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes, and Jason grinned. “You are definitely your mother’s son,” he told Cameron. “She used to ask me that all the time.”

“Gram said she hoped I had a kid just like me,” Elizabeth said, her cheeks flushing. “I’m no sure this is what she had in mind. Cam, Jason never let me drive—”

“I did once and you closed your eyes,” he reminded her.

“Mommy, that’s bad,” Cameron told her. “Open eyes.” He looked at Jason. “I keep them open. You let me?” he asked, hopefully.

“Uh, we’ll talk to your mother,” Jason said, not wanting to let him down or disappoint him. “But you’re not really old enough for my bike.”

Cameron made a face. “Big brother. I’m old.”

The doors opened, and Jason set Cameron down to fish out his keys in case Spinelli had gone out. Then helped Elizabeth get the stroller over the seam between the hallway floor and the elevator.

Cameron was bouncing up and down. “I wanna see the bike. Can I see it?”

“Later,” Jason promised. “I’ll walk you guys down when you go,” he told Elizabeth. “He can sit on it, and maybe he’ll realize how far from the ground he is.”

“We can only hope,” she said with a laugh as he tested the door, and found it unlocked. “Then again, pretty sure my feet didn’t reach the ground either and you still me drive that once.”

“Never made that mistake again, did I?” Jason said, and she playfully hit him in the arm.

Cameron darted through the doorway and immediately started another round of zooms around the living room. Jason waited until Elizabeth and the stroller were inside, then closed the door. “He never slows down, does he?”

“No, I’m pretty sure he has pure sugar running through his veins.” Elizabeth unfastened Jake from the stroller and handed him to Jason. “Cam—”

Jason stroked Jake’s back, took in the sweet, fresh scent of his son, marveling at how simple it was. That she’d brought him for a visit, and he didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing him. Jake was his now. And no one could take him away.

Then he frowned, looked around the living room. “Spinelli?” he called, going to the stairs. “Are you here?” The door had been unlocked—

Spinelli’s footsteps thudded, then thundered down the first set of stairs to the landing. “Stone Cold!” He declared cheerfully. “And the Maternal One! Little Cam! And is that Baby Stone Cold?”

“That’s a new one,” Jason offered as Spinelli came down the last set of stairs.

“We’re still in testing. Faithful Friend is helping,” Spinelli said to Elizabeth. “You made it just in time! I made a surprise!”

Jason clutched Jake more tightly. “A surprise. What kind of surprise?”

“Come, come.” Spinelli went back to the stairs, and ran up them.

“Uh—” Elizabeth pursed her lips. “Should you be scared?”

“Maybe.” Jason handed Jake to her, then grabbed Cameron as he passed by. “Let’s go find out.”

Spinelli wasn’t in his room, but in the last guest room which had been left empty and devoid of furniture. Until now.  Jason stepped into the room, with Elizabeth on his heels.

Cameron’s eyes  grew wide at the sight of one of the bigger toys, and pushed to get down, running straight for the minature motorcycle. “Mommy! They come in my size!”

Spinelli had turned the room into a bedroom — a nursery, Jason realized. With a crib, changing table. And a toddler’s bed. And toys for both sets of ages.

Spinelli stood in the middle of the room, grinning. “I knew Little Cam and his brother would be here more. As soon as Maternal One made her declaration,” he nodded at Elizabeth. “Georgie helped. We wanted them to feel at home.”

August 3, 2022

This entry is part 2 of 10 in the The Last Time

Written in 54 minutes. Scenes are numbered from previous parts.


5
I imagine you are home

Kelly gestured for a nurse to join them, then swung the curtain closed. Elizabeth clasped her hands over her belly, desperate to feel her baby kick, to connect to something good and pure, that wasn’t part of the nightmare she’d barely managed to survive. She turned her face into the pillow, the tears soaking the fabric.

“Honey, I need you to take deep breaths—” Kelly rubbed her shoulder, eying the monitor with some trepidation as Elizabeth’s heartbeat began to race and her breathing became more shallow. “Elizabeth—” She hissed and bit out a medication order for the nurse hovering at the end of the bed. The fetal heartbeats were also racing—

“It’s over. I ruined everything—”

“You ruined nothing,” Kelly stressed. “Men did.  They always do.” She stroked Elizabeth’s hair, hoping the hysterical mother would focus on her. “Listen to me. Look at me, honey. Hey. Elizabeth—”

“They all hate me—”

“Their loss,” Kelly said, wincing as the nurse tugged back the curtain enough for her to see that no one had actually let the immediate area, and Jason looked ready to launch himself across the room when he saw the nurse hand Kelly the syringe.

“Kelly—”

“We’re just going to give you something to sleep, honey. Okay?” Kelly reached for the IV line. “You’ll rest, the fluids will do the job, and it’ll make sense when you wake up.” She paused. “Do you want me to keep Jason updated?” she asked reluctantly. “I’ll make a note in the chart—”

“What?” Elizabeth’s eyes start to close, then fluttered. “Is he okay? Did he make it out?”

“Yes.” Kelly decided to take that as permission, and expressed a sigh of relief as both heartbeats smoothed back into a normal rhythm. She dragged a hand through her hair, then stalked across the room.  “Just you—” she pointed at Jason. She glared at Lucky and Sam. “You two wait here—”

“She’s still my wife—”

“I’ve seen the  divorce papers,” Kelly retorted. “Shut up or the next place you’ll be is out of the hospital. You—” She jabbed a finger at Jason. “Let’s go.”

She waited until they were back at the cubicle, Jason glancing back at the angry duo—who Kelly might have had some sympathy for if she hadn’t been around for the deterioration of Elizabeth’s marriage. “What did you give her?” Jason demanded. “Is she all right?”

“She’s fine. She was hysterical because one jackass wouldn’t leave her alone and another son of a bitch decided this was a good moment for honestly—” Kelly closed her eyes. “She’s fine. She’s going to sleep through the night. When she’s moved into a room, you can go see her. Until then, go deal with those two and keep this away from Elizabeth. She’s been through enough—” She stopped Jason as he started to walk away. “And I’m not talking about tonight, Jason. I mean for the last six or seven months. One more fight or raised voices, I’m having all three of you barred from the hospital. Elizabeth and that baby come first. She’s my patient and my friend. And you don’t scare me.”

With that, Kelly tugged the curtain closed and went to arrange Elizabeth a room.

6
In your room, all alone

He’d just wanted Lucky to go away—he shouldn’t have said anything—he knew that—Jason reluctantly trudged back towards Sam where she stood next to Lucky, her malevolent glare not boding well for what would come next.

And she didn’t even know that Jason hadn’t done much thinking about her at all after Elizabeth had told him about the baby, and he had started planning a life with her and the kids. Or that he’d proposed marriage.

Just marry me.

What would she have said if they hadn’t been rescued? He dragged a hand through his hair, searching for the words to explain any of this—

But then Emily came through the doors that led to the rest of the hospital, her eyes red and bloodshot. Jason froze as she came towards them. Alan. His father.

“Em—”

Emily threw herself into his arms. “I c-called Sonny—he said you’d come to the hospital—that you and Liz—” She sniffled, swiping at her eyes as she drew back. “Is she okay? Where—” She looked at Lucky. “What’s wrong? Oh, God is she—the baby—”

“Ask your brother,” Lucky  bit out, then stalked across the emergency room and through the entrance, disappearing into the night. Sam remained where she stood, her angry expression not softening.

“Jason—”

“Elizabeth is fine,” Jason told her, rubbing his sister’s shoulder. “They’re keeping her overnight and gave her a sedative to sleep. Kelly said the baby was okay.” He sent Sam a scathing glare, and she pressed her lips together. He’d tell Emily later. “Alan?”

“I came—I came to get you. Mom—” Emily sucked in a shaky breath. “It’s not good, and she needs us. Okay? Please.”

“Okay.” He looked once more at the curtain, then at Sam.

“Don’t worry,” Sam retorted. “I won’t say or do anything. I’ll wait until you’re ready for the conversation.” And then she followed in Lucky’s footsteps.

“Jase—”

“It’s a long story. Let’s go.”

7
And you open your eyes into mine

Jason followed Emily onto the elevator, and she pressed the button for the ICU, her fingers trembling. “I was so scared,” she whispered, holding a fist to her mouth. “I chose Dad to leave. I couldn’t—I’d never forgive myself if Liz lost the baby because of that.”

“It wasn’t a fair choice,” Jason told her, drawing her close. “She understood. We talked in the elevator. She’s okay.”

“Everything’s falling apart,” Emily managed, but closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and gathered herself. “I can do this.”

The doors opened, and they went down another hallway until Jason saw Monica—his mother—standing with a doctor—outside a room with glass walls. Beyond that, Alan was stretched out on a bed, his eyes closed, his skin pale. He stopped. Flashed back to the lobby, helping Alan to the door.

This is my father.

Monica turned—saw them—and Jason saw the grief in her eyes before a shield slid down. “You’re okay—” She raised her arms, then let them drop to her sides and forced a smile. “I didn’t know if they’d found you—”

Jason hugged her because he knew that’s what she wanted, and he wanted it too in this moment. Monica clung to him, and he could feel her body—his mother—trembling. “I tried to get Elizabeth somewhere safe,” he told her, drawing back. “But we got trapped in an elevator. She’s all right.”

“Oh, good. She—she was with Alan for a while and he worried for her.” Monica looked to Emily. “I—I’m waiting on the rest of the family, but—” She looked back towards the room. Towards Alan. “It was a massive heart attack,” she said softly. “He needs surgery, but—”

“Mom—”

“But he’s not strong enough.” She closed her eyes, squeezed them shut, as if that could somehow make the rest of this easier. “He’d die on the table.”

Jason’s hand, still on Monica’s forearm, tightened slightly. “Is he—are they waiting for him to stabilize—”

“No.” Monica’s voice faltered. “No. They can’t. They’re just—they’re m-making him comfortable—”

“No!” Emily cried out, sharply. “No! He was walking, he was okay, he was talking—” She turned to Jason, her eyes frantic. “Tell her, Jase. You were there—”

“Em—” Helpless, his throat tight. His father was going to die. He’d spent years estranged from his parents—refusing to acknowledge who they were to him—and now—there would never be a chance to be different.

This was his father.

And he was going to die.

8
And everything feels better

Sam spied Lucky sitting on a bench by the emergency entrance and headed over. He glared up at her. “You knew,” he spat out.

“I thought you did, too,” she said, gently, finding compassion in her own anger. She sat at the end. “Jason told me when it happened. And about the paternity test. I knew—I knew you didn’t know about the test, but I thought you knew about the blackout.”

“The—” Lucky shook his head. “The blackout.” He stared straight ahead. “She found out about Maxie and left. Saw us together in the apartment.”

“And went straight to Jason—” Who had seen her with Ric. Sam could have forgiven it, could have let it go, but how? Jason didn’t regret it. “She’s been wrapped up in his life ever since. Poking her nose in, pretending she knows everything—” She curled her hands into fists. “And she was lying to him. He didn’t know. He couldn’t have.”

“How can you be so sure?” Lucky demanded.

Because she’d seen his eyes when he’d believed Lucky to be the father. She’d watched him these last few months as he went through the motions of loving her while pining for the child that wasn’t his. And, Sam thought, for the mother of that child that he’d already forgiven for lying to him.

She’d have to fix that — she just needed to find a way to rip the blinders away so that Jason could see Elizabeth for the manipulative bitch she’d turned out to be—

“Because I am,” Sam said flatly. “She chose to lie to us all.” She got back to her feet, looked at the hospital. “I’m not giving up that easily.”

“Good for you,” Lucky said sourly. He stood, then strode off into the parking lot, disappearing between the cars, and Sam went back to the hospital, determined to fight for her relationship.

9
And right before your eyes

Emily crept into the hospital room, looking at her father, at this man stretched out in the bed, so quiet and still already.  How would she survive this—

Alan’s eyes fluttered, focused on her, then he smiled. “Emily.” His voice was scarcely above a whisper, and his hand twitched on the bed, as if he wanted to reach for her but lacked the strength.

Emily picked it up, holding it between both of hers. “Daddy,” she managed through the tears. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” he breathed. “More than the stars in the sky.”

“No girl could have asked for a better father.” Emily leaned down to press her lips against his forehead, trembling. “I love you,” she said again. Then dropped his hand and fled back out into the hallway, unable to keep herself from breaking down.

10
I’m breaking

Jason hugged his sister tightly, then passed her to Monica. Alan’s vitals were fading and most of the family was still en route to the hospital, trapped in the traffic caused by the hostage crisis and the blockades still in force with the hotel still dangerously unstable.

He didn’t know if he even deserved a goodbye—maybe Emily should get another turn or Monica—

“Go,” his mother said gently.

So Jason did, his hands his pockets, his face still streaked with soot from the explosion, his clothes still smelling vaguely of smoke and fire. He stood by his father’s bed, watching as his chest rose and fell.

He remembered a conversation not long after the accident where he’d almost felt connected to Alan, when his father had spoken of how he’d seen himself in Jason, how proud he was, and how Jason would understand one day—

Jason had struggled hard after the accident, running from anyone and everyone who kept searching for Jason Quartermaine in him, and being angry when he wasn’t there. He hadn’t been able to really understand what it meant to be a father.

A father loves you into a box, he’d told Mike after Sonny had deserted Brenda at the altar and left everyone questioning him. With expectations and pushing, and demands—Mike had always tried to explain it—but it wasn’t possible.

Until Jason had held Michael. Until he’d experienced it for himself. And yet — it still hadn’t shaken the way he felt about the Quartermaines—not after they tried to use his accident to make him an unfit father—

He exhaled slowly. He’d be a father in a few short months. A real one. With the blood ties that might protect him from losing another child. And he would never have a chance to make things better with his own.

Alan’s eyes opened, and he saw Jason. “Jason.”

“I—”  Jason cleared his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“I never should have—” Alan’s voice faded, and he turned his head to stare at the ceiling. Swallowing. “Never should have given up. Should have kept fighting for you—”

“You did the best you could,” Jason said, believing it more now than he had before. “It’s okay.”

“No. Regret. Mine. Don’t—” Alan closed his eyes, and the monitors beeped. He reached for Jason, and Jason took his hand. “You. Good father. Deserve good.”

“I wish I’d given you another chance,” Jason confessed, forcing the words over a lump in his throat. “That we had time.”

“Always loved.” His voice dipped out again. “Never stopped. Don’t you. Give up.”

“I won’t.” The monitors sounded a sharp alarm, and Jason looked up — Alan’s heartbeat was fading. “Dad,” he said, trying out the word, and Alan looked at him. Their eyes holding. “I love you,” he said, not sure if it was true, but hoping it would give Alan some peace.

“Liar—” But Alan was smiling as he closed his eyes. Jason looked up, met Monica’s eyes through the glass—

With Emily trailing behind, his mother hurried in, looked at the monitors. “Darling,” she said ,standing on the other side of the bed. “We’re here, Alan.”

“Love you all.” Alan’s voice was so low that they had to bend towards him. “Be happy.”

And then the monitor flat lined, and he was gone.

August 2, 2022

This entry is part 13 of 25 in the Flash Fiction: Scars

Written in 62 minutes.


Lexington Avenue: Driveway

If anyone had told Jason Morgan after his accident that he’d find happiness in the small details of life, he’d have rolled his eyes and flipped him off. The man he’d been then had wanted to live fast and dangerous, the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he crept up on an enemy or took turns too fast.

Not that the adrenaline didn’t still flow just fine these days, but Jason also liked the little things about living in a house and raising a family. A wife who loved him (all the parts of him, including his job), three wild and rambunctious boys who never remembered their chores, and the swirling excitement that he’d get to do it all from the beginning. In just under seven months, a new baby would come home that would start the chao all over again.

It was the third time in as many weeks that Cameron had forgotten to take out of the trash, but Jason decided that he wouldn’t bother to remind him. He’d gone upstairs to sulk after dinner, and they’d heard him strumming on the guitar he’d gotten a year ago for Christmas. Jason knew something about heartache and that he hadn’t quite hit the mark on their talk earlier, so he and Elizabeth split up — she went talk to their son and Jason took on the chores.

As Jason settled the cans at the edge of the driveway and removed the plastic tops to store in the garage, he saw a car zip down the street and slide into the driveway directly across. He smiled faintly. Robin had always driven just a bit too fast.

“Hey!” The brunette waved at him, stepping out the car. She glanced back and forth down Lexington Avenue to assure herself there was no car on its way, then crossed the street. “I haven’t seen you since Elizabeth told me the news.” She hugged him tightly. “Congratulations!”

“You, too.” He held on for just a moment longer, then drew back.

“Seems crazy to me,” Robin said. “How far we’ve all come. Remember? When we were kids and neither one of us thought there’d be kids in our future? You’re about to add number four, and I’m on to two—”

“You always wanted it. I’m glad there’s a way for you to have it.”

“You, too. Especially—” she sighed. “With how things Michael ended.” Robin wrinkled her nose. “Sorry, I’m just feeling nostalgic, I guess. Looking through Emma’s baby things. Did you hear our kids are having their first fight?”

“Yeah, and it’s not over yet,” Jason admitted with a wince. “I tried to help today, but I’m not sure I did any good.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I don’t think I was supposed to agree with Cam.”

“But you do,” Robin finished with a grin. “So do I, actually. Patrick was horrified when I told him, but—” she shrugged. “Cam’s a boy. A great kid, but still just a boy. He doesn’t get the dance thing, and Emma should have just told him how much it meant to her.” She tipped her head. “But I am fascinated that you agree.”

“Why not?” Jason shrugged. “She’s mad. Cam doesn’t know why. She should tell him.”

“I just think it’s funny that you, Jason Morgan, want someone to use their words,” Robin teased.

“Ha,” he muttered. He sighed, looked back at the house, at the light shining from Cameron’s room. “Elizabeth explained it to me, and it made more sense. She wants to feel special, and it’s not the same if you have to tell someone you’re special.”

“Oh. Well, yeah, from that perspective.” Robin nodded. “Emma’s…she’s a dreamer. I think I’ve forgotten what that’s like. I’m too serious for that kind of thing.”

“You had your moments.”

“So did you.” Robin smiled at him again. “It’s nice, isn’t it? After all we’ve meant to each other, that we get to stay friends. I’m glad we got here.”

“Me, too.” He kissed her cheek, and they both returned to their respective families.

Morgan House: Cameron’s Bedroom

Elizabeth knocked lightly on her son’s door. “Cam, you got a minute?”

“Yeah,” came the glum reply. She edged the door open, then closed it after herself. Cameron was hunched over the side of his bed, the guitar in his hands. “I was trying to write something to tell Emma I was sorry but it’s not working.”

She sat next to him. “I talked to your Dad.”

“Yeah, I felt better after I talked to him, but then I thought about telling Emma she was wrong—” Cam winced, looked at his mother. “I don’t know a lot about girls, but that’s probably not a good idea.” He made a face. “You’re on her side, aren’t you?”

“Well—” Elizabeth hesitated. “Yes and no. I understand your point of view, Cam. I do. It’s hard to know you’ve hurt someone and not understand why. Because then you’re sorry, but you can’t really apologize. How do you stop yourself from repeating the mistake if you don’t get it?”

“Yeah. But if you’re on her side, can you maybe tell me why I’m wrong? Because I’m okay with being wrong.” Cam unhooked the guitar and set it on the stand, then sat cross legged on his bed. “I don’t care anymore. I just don’t want her to be mad at me or break up with me. That would be the worst.”

“Well, before I give you my perspective, let me ask you something to see if it confirms what I think.” Elizabeth tucked one leg underneath her body and turned so that she faced Cameron. “Was the fight the first time Emma mentioned the dance?”

Cameron screwed his face up, thinking over the question. “We talked about it when school started and we got the fall schedule. I was looking at the soccer schedule, and she said something about Spirit Week. It was going to be fun because it was our first high school dance—” He stared his mother, then put his head in hands. “Oh, shit.” Then winced. “Sorry, Mom.”

“No, I think it’s an oh shit moment.”

“She didn’t mean our  first dance because, like, chronological. But, like our first dance. Couple first. She was telling me it was special but like, I didn’t hear it.”

“Well, you did, baby. You’re remembering it now. You just didn’t make the connection.”

“Crap. I’m an idiot.”

“You’re fourteen.”

“But I’m still an idiot!” He groaned and flopped back on his bed, his arms spread out at his sides. “Prettiest girl in the entire grade picks me and I can’t even ask her to the dance right.”

“Cam—”

“No, listen.” Cameron sprang back up, his blue eyes hot. “Listen. Maybe I’m a kid, but I love her. And I know that means. I know what love is, and I love Emma. But I hurt her, and she’s really mad. Why didn’t I just see it?”

“Because you’re just a kid,” Elizabeth said gently. “And you weren’t wrong to think maybe she should have told you. But she’s just a kid, too.” When he scowled, she added, “And I don’t doubt that you love her. But love isn’t easy. It doesn’t run smoothly, you know? Youre going to hurt her again. She’s going to hurt you. It’s just being human. You didn’t see it, and she couldn’t explain it because you needed to have this fight. It’s how you build life experience.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Well, if Emma decides to forgive you,” Elizabeth said gently, “will you ever, in your life, forget to ask her to a dance?”

“No!”

“Lesson learned. And Emma might think to be more clear in the future. Maybe,” Elizabeth added. “That one’s a harder lesson. Because she wanted to be special to you, baby, without being having to tell you.”

“She is!”

“And I don’t doubt it. But sometimes we don’t see our own worth,” Elizabeth told him. “I wasn’t always sure your dad loved me. And he wasn’t sure I did. We didn’t know how to show it, and we didn’t always say it when it mattered. I’m sure you show Emma in a lot of ways how you feel about her, but she might not see it. And she shows you in lots of ways you might not realize.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your birthday party last year. We were going to do something at the house, but Emma said we should have it at the soccer field so you could play a game. She knows how much you love it.”

“I didn’t know that.” Cameron frowned. “She never told me that.”

“Because it’s not a scorecard. Not at first,” Elizabeth admitted. “You do things for each other that maybe they don’t notice. But they feel it. She saw how much fun you had. It was all she needed. Your dad? Left work early today to grill because I mentioned I had a craving. And he took out the trash for you.”

“I forgot—”

“It’s the little details. They add up, and they make someone feel loved. But if you ignore them, it creates a debt. And that adds up, too. Your dad isn’t much for grand gestures, so I used to think that meant he didn’t love me. But his love was always in the details. And that’s so much better. The every day stuff to make you feel special.”

“Yeah.” Cameron exhaled slowly. “You’re right. It would have just been a small thing. Hey, Emma, you want to go to the dance with me? Just a question. But I didn’t do it, and it just got bigger.” He looked at his mom. “I love her, Mom. I don’t want to hurt her. It’s not a stupid crush or whatever.”

“I would never be one to knock first love,” Elizabeth told him. “First love can, and does, last forever. It’s just harder. People who fall in love at your age still have so much life to live, so much growing to do. And if you don’t grow together and in the same direction, it’s harder to harder hold to. I’ve been there, baby. And holding on to something that doesn’t fit who you are can hurt so much.”

“You’re talking about Lucky,” Cam said. “Because you guys got together when you were my age.”

“A little older, but yeah. If that fire hadn’t happened, I like to think we would have grown together. But it took us too long and caused too much damage to see that we hadn’t. I want you and Emma to be happy. Whatever that ends up looking like.”

“Now that I know what I did, I won’t do it again.” Cameron looked more confident. “I can fix this, Mom.”

“I have no doubt. I’ll leave you alone to work on that.” She squeezed his hand. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

She left him scribbling in his notebook and went down the living room where she found Jason explaining for maybe the millionth time that the night they’d been able to play video games upstairs had been the exception, and not a rule change.

“Ugh.” Jake flopped onto the sofa. “This is like prison.”

“You’d better never get arrested if you think that,” Elizabeth said, passing behind the sofa, and ruffling Jake’s blond hair. She grinned at Jason. “Dad can tell you about that when you’re older.”

Jason left Jake and Aiden arguing who would take the first turn and followed her to the kitchen where she was pouring herself some water. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. He’s writing her a song to apologize,” Elizabeth said. “And he’s sorry about the trash.”

Jason shrugged, sat at the island and took the beer she handed him. “It’s fine. I ran into Robin. He’ll remember next week. Probably.”

“Probably not.” Elizabeth came around the island and stepped between his legs to put her arms around his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He tipped his head. “You okay?”

“Just reminded of all the ways you show me how me how you felt. I was afraid when we got back together,” she admitted. “That it wouldn’t last. But we’re still here.”

“I’m exactly where I want to be,” Jason told her. He set the beer aside and drew her closer. “I don’t blame you for needing time to believe that.”

“Well, I do.” She kissed him, long, lingering, sliding her fingers through the nape of his hair. “How long before bedtime?” she murmured, his hands stroking her spine.

“Too long,” he admitted. “But we’re pretty good at pressing pause.”

“Good. Because I have plans for you later.”

Scorpio-Drake House: Backyard

The next day, Cameron walked his brothers home from the bus stop, a few steps behind Emma who ignored him and flounced off across the street.

“Man, you really screwed up,” Jake said, watching her go.

“Shut up,” Cameron muttered. He took them into the house, and went upstairs to get his guitar. If this didn’t work, he was going to ask his mother for a script because he didn’t know what else to do.

Patrick opened the door, eyed the guitar, then nodded. “Excellent choice. She’s upstairs.”

As Cameron started up the stairs, Patrick called up. “Hey, leave the door open!”

Emma was at her desk and turned with a scowl as Cameron knocked. “What?”

“I figured it out.” Cameron came in and set down his case. He took out the guitar, and her eyes widened. “I, um, don’t really know how to say it, but I did this. So I hope it explains it.”

He strummed a few times, then started to sing.

You’re my light when I’m lost
You’re my warmth in dark
I feel you after the sunlight is gone
You always bring me back home
When I’m lost on the road
My heart is wherever you go
Because you are
My north star

He didn’t look at her, couldn’t, so he just stared down at the guitar, until it was over. Then he looked up. Emma was staring at him, tears streaking her cheeks.

“Oh, crap. I made it worse—”

“N-No—” Emma’s lips trembled. “Did you—is that—I mean, did you write that?”

“Uh.” He unhooked his guitar and set it down. “Yes. Last night. For you. Mom—I mean, I get it now. You told me the dance would be our first high school dance. I heard it when you said it, but I didn’t, like, hear, you know? But I get it. And you need to know you’re special. And I didn’t show it. But I am now. I think. I hope. I tried.” He smiled, but it felt a bit lopsided because it was pounding so hard.

Emma flew across the room and hugged him so hard that Cameron had to take a step back. So relieved he was almost dizzy, Cameron hugged her back. “You’ll go to the dance with me, right? I wanna take the prettiest girl, and that’s you.”

“I’ll go. Will you—will you play it again?” Emma asked, drawing back her eyes shining. “I wanna hear it again.”

“Anything.”

Outside, in the hallway, Patrick edged away and pulled out his phone to text Elizabeth and let her know the crisis had passed. It was painful to admit his little girl was growing up, but, oh man, if she had to fall in love and leave him, then Patrick was grateful it was with someone who treated her right.

Baker House

That same night, across town, Tom Baker whistled as he reached into his pocket and drew out the photo that Patrick Drake had once hung in his locker.  Pretty little Emma and her family. Shame he didn’t have one of her with his first sweet girl, but there was always time for that.

And eventually, soon, he’d get to have that first taste. He’d been thinking about it for years and just hoped it would live up to the first time.


Song is William Lipton’s North Star. He’s Cam on the show, so I couldn’t resist. Couldn’t find lyrics online while writing, so had to transcribe from the song while listening. Please excuse typos.

August 1, 2022

This entry is part 7 of 22 in the Flash Fiction: Invisible Strings

Written in 52 minutes.

 

 

“Yes. I’m not—I’m not a widow. I’m so sorry.”

The words hung between them for a long moment, and Elizabeth was torn between the rush of relief that she was telling the truth and fear that Lila Quartermaine would reject her and this small fledging chance at a life would be over before it had even begun.

She’d had to tell the truth. Once it was clear Lila had known her grandparents, had even attended her parents’ wedding, there was every chance Lila would write to old friends in New York or even find her parents. She would learn the truth another way. Of all the advertisements Elizabeth could have answered, she had chosen a family with deep roots in the very New York society she was fleeing.

“You must have loved him very much,” Lila said gently, and the kindness Elizabeth could see in the older woman’s blue eyes nearly overwhelmed her. “What a terrible tragedy, my darling.”

“It—” She closed her eyes. She hadn’t allowed herself to think of Alexander in so many years. There hadn’t been room for the grief, not when she’d been facing the prospect of a child born out of wedlock. “Yes.”

“And your parents were not sympathetic? I’m sorry. Of course not. You already said they sent you away. But now you have your beautiful boy.” Lila looked at Cameron who finished the sweet bite of his candy. “And their loss will be our gain, won’t it?” She paused. “For Cameron’s sake, it will be necessary to continue the fiction of your widowhood. I’m sure you understand.”

“Of course.” Elizabeth managed a smile. She sat back and Lila released her hands. “Thank you for your understanding.”

“Thank you for your trust. And now that my new grandson has finished his pre-supper treat, we ought to adjourn to the dining room for dinner.”


“I hope you aren’t angry with me.”

Hoisting the sleeping Cameron in his arms a bit higher, Jason waited for Elizabeth to step outside of his grandmother’s gate to begin the walk back to the boarding house.

“For telling my grandmother the truth? I wanted that to be up to you. I’ve told you I don’t care.”

“It’s just—she knew my grandparents. I was worried she might feel nostalgic and reach out to someone who might know the truth. I would hate if she learned the truth another way. She was so kind to Cameron. To me. Even though I’m sure a mail order bride was the very last thing she wanted.” Her voice seemed quiet on the dark street, and he wished now he’d brought a cart to take them home. There was little light from the moon, and gas lamps were still being argued about in the council meetings. “But maybe it’s a blessing,” Elizabeth continued. “Your grandmother seemed happy that we could tell people that I’m the granddaughter of an old friend from back East.”

“It will smooth some things out for you,” Jason told her. “Less curiosity, I suppose.” They finally turned onto the Main Street, where there was more lighting. “I was thinking that we should arrange the, ah, wedding soon.” He paused. Would tomorrow be soon, he wondered. She’d only arrived that morning. But why wait?

“Of course. I’m not sure how it works here,” Elizabeth said. “Do we just—do we just show up somewhere?”

“We’ve got a church,” Jason said. “I could ask Reverend Coates to set it up for tomorrow. Unless—”

“No, tomorrow is quite fine.” They stopped in front of the boarding house. “Thank you for carrying him,” Elizabeth said, reaching for her son. “I can—”

“I can take him up,” Jason said at the same time, and her hands dropped to her side. “If—if that’s okay.”

“I suppose—I mean, all right.”

The boarding house foyer was empty, the lamps turned down for the evening. He was relieved to see Britta Westbourne, the woman who ran the place, not behind the desk. They climbed the stairs and went down the hall to the pair of rooms Dillon had reserved for her. At least the idiot had done one thing correctly, Jason thought as Elizabeth slid a key into the lock.

“Thank you again,” Elizabeth said after Jason had deposited Cameron in the bed. The little boy had felt heavier in his arms than he’d expected, but since the last child he’d picked up had been his nephew—

Jason exhaled slowly at the memory. He’d held Michael after the two-year-old’s death, carrying him to the coffin that would hold him for the rest of his life. By the time the cholera had claimed, the boy had lost weight and had weighed little. Cameron was a healthy boy of four years old. Of course he would be different.

Jason rejoined her in the main sitting room as she turned up two of the lamps, giving the warm a bright soft glow. They stared at each other for another moment, filled with an uncomfortable mixture of tension, awkwardness, and something else—he should bid her goodnight and head out to the ranch to make it ready for two new occupants.

But he felt it difficult to simply leave. He’d woken this morning without much plan for the day or his life. He’d been avoiding his grandmother’s wishes to marry and settle down by claiming he couldn’t find someone who would suit him.

Was it the height if insanity to suppose his cousin could have found someone who would by picking out a familiar name from a cluster of letters? She was a beautiful woman—that was impossible to miss, and any man would have given her a second glance with her deep  blue eyes, soft skin, and chestnut hair. And maybe Jason would have sought her company out if she’d been from Port Charles. But what did they really know about one another? Could the small mixture of facts be enough for a lifetime?

“This has been the strangest day,” Elizabeth said, breaking the tense silence. “I’m not sure why since little has changed for me. I came to Colorado to marry you. But you—” She twisted her hands. “You must tell me now if you’re having second thoughts. It might be too late later.”

“Not second thoughts,” Jason said. He approached, took her hands in his to stop her from twisting and wringing.  The palm of her hands were tough, and he could feel the missing portion of her finger. There were callouses on the tips of her fingers. And yet, her grandmother had described a family that had run in the same society as his own. She wouldn’t have been raised for such hard work and labor. “You told my grandmother that your parents sent you away.”

She frowned, confused at the twist in the subject. “Yes. I told you the same—”

“Was that the only option they gave you?” he asked, not entirely sure why it seemed important. “Did they learn of your condition and that was it?”

“No. No. They—” She drew her hands back, curling one into a fist—the one with the finger, he realized. She was embarrassed by it. “They wanted to send me away until the baby was born, and then I could come home without him. I simply don’t think about that much as it was never a serious option for me. I would never see my son again.” Elizabeth sighed, looked down at her hands. “Alex and I were childhood friends. It was always understood that we’d marry, and we were fortunate enough that we cared for another. He knew about the baby. He was looking forward to being a father, and promised me no one would even blink at a seven-month birth. It happens all the time, he told me.” She bit her lip. “We loved our little boy before he was even born. How could I give him away and pretend he never existed?”

So she’d chosen the harder road. The one that left her with few choices and a short life span, if the injury to her hand was any indication. Because she wanted her son.

“I’m sorry for them,” Jason told her, reaching for those hands again. Uncurling her fist in his, stroking her palm. “As my grandmother said, it was their loss. I am not having second thoughts,” he told her.

“It’s important to you that I chose to keep my son?” Elizabeth said, drawing her brows together in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

He didn’t either. Not really. “I don’t, either.” He dipped his head to kiss her, curious if it would feel the same as it had earlier that day when he’d sought to prove his physical attraction to her or if it had been a fluke. The power of novelty.

She tasted like the cream in the dessert his grandmother had served after dinner, her lips soft and sweet. He nibbled at her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth, dipping her head back, allowing him a deeper, longer taste.

No fluke, he thought a long moment later when he finally stepped back, steadying her as she swayed a bit. Her eyes opened slowly, the blue deeper and slightly gazed. She licked her lips and he thought of kissing her again.

But the reminder that her son lay sleeping only feet away behind a door that was not closed, and that she would be his wife tomorrow was enough to keep the distance. He kissed the inside of her palm. “I’ll speak to the Reverend in the morning and send word of the time.”

“All right.” She followed him to the door. “Good night, Sheriff.”

“Jason,” he corrected, as he turned to face her, standing in the hallway. “My name is Jason.”

“Good night, Jason,” Elizabeth said, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Good night, Elizabeth.”

July 31, 2022

This entry is part 2 of 56 in the Flash Fiction: Watch Me Burn

Written in 58 minutes.


Kelly’s: Courtyard

Emily Quartermaine retrieved her debit card and picked up the brown bag with her lunch. “Thanks, Penny,” she told the waitress behind the counter. She made it all the way to the door before turning back to look at the trio at the table.

“Honestly, Georgie, I think you’re right to be a little suspicious,” she told her. “A bouquet of flowers just showing up in your dorm?”

“I think it’s sweet,” Georgie’s friend, a pretty brunette, said with a shy smile.

“Creepy,” Spinelli muttered, picking up his orange soda.”

“It wasn’t even addressed to me,” Georgie reminded her friend. “It could have been for you, Chels.”

“Oh, no—” Chelsea’s eyes widened and she looked at Emily. “It’s totally for Georgie. She’s the friendly one—”

“Let Spinelli see if he can find something out,” Emily suggested. She patted the tech’s shoulder. “He’s going to do it anyway, so at least give him permission.”

Spinelli hunched his shoulders. “Was only gonna poke a little,” he muttered.

“Thanks, Em.”

“Let me know how it turns out—” Emily pulled open the door and then walked straight into Lucky. “Oof! I didn’t see you there—”

“Yeah, a lot of that going around,” Lucky growled. She grimaced and gently pushed him away from the entrance, back towards the courtyard. “Em—”

“I haven’t seen you in a few days,” she reminded him. “I wanted to make sure you were okay—”

“Okay?” He laughed derisively. “How am I supposed to be okay? I’ve been humiliated in front of the whole world—”

“I know it hurts right now, and it’s not  the way you should have been told. If Elizabeth had any idea that’s what she be asked on the stand, I’m sure—”

“Oh, you’re sure she would have told the truth? That’d be a first—”

“Lucky—”

Lucky shoved his hands in his pockets. “Did you know she was packing up today? Used me to avoid the press, and now she’s taking my kids—”

Emily bit her lip. “Have you talked to her? About custody. I know you were hoping you could find a way to stay in their lives—”

Lucky’s jaw clenched. “She shut me down. After a year of lying to me, it’s that simple for her. Everyone knows the truth, so Jason gets the kid he walked away from without having to do a damn thing.” He slapped a hand against his chest. “I’m the one that’s been there for him. Fed him, put him to bed, changed him—but she gets to give him away like none of that means anything—”

Emily exhaled slowly. “There are no easy answers in this situation, Lucky. What was she supposed to do? Keep lying? Keep Jason away from his son?”

“He’s my son—”

“Not biologically,” Emily said gently. “I don’t pretend to know why it went on this long — but better when Jake is three months old and not six. Did you really want her to keep this secret forever?”

“I wanted it not to be true!”

“I get that, Lucky, but that’s not on the table. It is true. You can go for another paternity test, but there’s already the one on file at the hospital.” Emily set her bag on the table. “I’m sorry, Lucky. I am. I don’t want it to be like this either. I don’t want those boys to lose someone who loves them. Is Liz shutting down all visitation with them?”

“No—” Lucky took a deep breath. “No. She’s fine with me and Cam, so I guess there’s that. But it’s a no on Jake.”

“Maybe it’s a no right now,” Emily said. “Jason got released this morning. They haven’t even talked about it yet. And Lucky, you don’t even know why he said yes to giving Jake up all these months. Maybe he didn’t want it either.”

Lucky went over to the table, jerked out a chair and sat down, putting his head in his hands. “She said something like that,” he muttered. “That she couldn’t keep hurting him to make me happy.”

“Yes, Elizabeth created this situation by not telling the truth.” Emily sat next to him. “But in order to resolve it, either you or Jason have to be hurt. And she’s  been hurting him for almost a year. Even if he didn’t know it. Lucky, do you remember what was happening last fall? What happened when you found out about the baby—”

“Do you think it makes me feel any better to know that she lied to keep me clean?” Lucky bit out. “Do you think I like knowing that my wife only stayed with me out of pity and fear? That I guilted her into all of this?” He leaned back, tilted his head up, his voice hoarse. “I knew something was wrong. Months ago. During the kidnapping. I knew she didn’t love me anymore. I killed that a long time ago.”

“I’m asking you to think about the boys here. Cameron adores you. You are the only father he has ever known—”

“I don’t think—”  Lucky shook his head. “I can’t do it. I can’t be around Cam and not think about Jake. And know what I’ve lost. It’ll hurt too much. It has to be both of them—”

“That’s—” Emily bit back her quick words, but he frowned at her. “That’s not fair. Cam is innocent. He didn’t ask for this—”

“Elizabeth should have thought about that before she did this. She started this lie. She’s going to have to deal with it.” He jerked to his feet and stalked out of the courtyard.

Emily sighed, picked up her order, and followed. This was going to get so much worse before it got better.

Port Charles Park

“It must be a relief to be free,” Elizabeth said, handing Jason a bottle from the diaper bag so that he could feed Jake. She sat next to him on the bench.

“It wasn’t so bad. I got to do those night shifts at the hospital for a while,” Jason reminded her. He smiled down at Jake. “He’s getting so much bigger.”

“I know. He’s sleeping so much better now. Or he has been. I’m hoping that won’t change now that we’re at my grandmother’s.” Jason frowned, looked at her. She continued, “I waited to leave the house. Lucky’s address is protected because he’s a cop. I knew the press couldn’t find me. I figured waiting until the trial was over would give things a chance to die down. And your acquittal was bigger news.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense.” Jason pressed his lips together, then asked, “Was Lucky okay with that?”

“He and I didn’t speak after the testimony. He went directly to Spoon Island until this morning. That’s something else I guess we need to talk about. Um, he came to the house while I was packing. I thought we were going to—” She picked at the cuff of her sleeve. “I thought we were going to be able to just walk away. Not happy or anything, but just accepting it was over. He gets to be angry with me. So do you—” she said, softly, meeting his eyes. “You should both be furious with me—”

“I’m not.”

She didn’t believe that. Couldn’t. “You can tell me how you feel. It’s not going to change my mind about Jake—”

“I made the decision, too—”

“I made it for you. You know that. I asked you on the day you buried your father—” Her throat tightened and she looked away, tears distorting the greenery that surrounded them into green blobs. “I shouldn’t have done that. I can never make up for it.”

“You’ve apologized—”

“I haven’t. I am sorry, but it won’t be enough.” She brushed at her tears with the back of her hands. “Anyway. Lucky told me he wants both boys.”

Jason tensed—he could see the way his hold on Jake tightened. “Both of them.”

“I told him no. It’s not even up for debate. It was hard because I’ve already hurt him, and I know the way it came out made everything worse, but I can’t keep choosing him. It’s not fair. To you, to Jake, and it’s not fair to Lucky. He doesn’t see that now, but he might.” She cleared her throat. “I need to get an attorney and file for custody. Um,  there might be stuff you need to do. I don’t know how to get a birth certificate changed. Or if that’s—I don’t know. It’s a huge mess, and I created it, so I have to fix it. I just don’t know where to start.”

Jason gently stroked Jake’s back until the infant burped. “Diane is general practice. You can have her.”

“Have her?”

“She’s on retainer with me,” Jason said, “so—”

“I can’t—” Elizabeth exhaled, looked up at the roof of the gazebo. “I can pay her—”

“Jake is my son. You told the world that. And you wanted me to be involved,” he continued. “We’re not married—”

She flinched and looked away, thinking of the elevator, of the repeated proposals he’d made. Just marry me. What if she’d said yes to that insane idea all those months ago?

“So I want to support Jake. And it’s in my best interest that you have an attorney who can get you custody. Diane is the best attorney that’s ever worked for me.”

“I don’t want your money—”

“I know you don’t. But Jake deserves my support, doesn’t he? It’s not for you. It’s for him.”

She made a face, then looked at her lap. “Yeah. Okay. That—that’s okay. Um, I don’t know what things are going to look for the next few months. I have to see if the hospital will let me end my maternity leave early. I took six months, but it was going to be unpaid for part of it. And Lucky’s going to make this as painful as possible. But I promise — I’m not going to break this time. I’m not going to let him or anyone else—including myself—guilt me into letting Lucky stay Jake’s father.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to make better choices,” she murmured. “I don’t want to be afraid all of the time.”

Jason frowned. “Afraid? Was it—the job? Because if that still—”

“No. And we are absolutely never  having that conversation again.” Irritated, she flicked her eyes back to him. “I swear, if you so much as say the word dangerous again to me, I’m going to scream.”

“Elizabeth—”

She shoved herself to her feet. “We had this argument in 2000. I won it, then. And then again in 2002. I won it again. I am done fighting this battle, Jason. Because I never get to win the war, and it’s exhausting, so I promise you, if you try to use your job or the danger to walk away from our son—”

Jason stood, mystified. “I didn’t. I wouldn’t. Even if I wanted to, it’s too late. The world knows—but I don’t want to. I never did.” When she flinched, he sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to make you feel bad—”

“No, you have every right—I didn’t—I just—” She folded her arms. “I’m just not interested in having the same conversation we’ve been having almost since we met.” She checked her watch, winced. “I have to get back to my grandmother’s. It’s almost time for the boys’ naps, and Gram needed to go somewhere.”

Reluctantly, Jason handed the baby back to her. “I’ll call you with Diane’s information and let her know you’ll contact her.”

“Thanks. Um, we’ll figure out some sort of schedule with Jake. I want you to see him as much as you want. Gram knows that,” Elizabeth added. “We’ll work it out. I’m going to make this right.”

Wyndemere: Family Room

Lucky was still furious when he reached Spoon Island—he’d hoped the launch from the pier to the island would give him time to calm down—but the conversation with Emily had ignited everything he’d been trying to ignore—

Nikolas was sprawled out on the floor, watching as Spencer played with his toys. Lucky stared at the scene, at his brother with his son. Nikolas hadn’t known about the paternity for months. Jax and Carly had lied about it. Nikolas would understand what Lucky was going through, wouldn’t he?

“Hey—” Nikolas kissed his son’s forehead, then got to his feet. “Keep playing, Spence.”

“K, Daddy.”

“How’d it go?”

Lucky went over to the mini bar, but only poured himself water. His hands shook slightly—and for a brief moment—he wanted the high. Craved the oblivion it would offer. To let everything fall away, to fade. To give him peace.

“Disaster,” he muttered. “She’s not going to let me near Jake.”

“Is that what she said?”

“It boils down to it. I get it. I know it’s right. I know it’s the only to fix this. To just—tell the truth, and Jason gets his son, and I get to keep Cameron. Jason probably doesn’t want me playing daddy anymore than I want him to do it—”

“Okay—”

“But I can’t. I can’t. I have to fight for Jake. He has to know that I love him. Blood doesn’t matter. I don’t care that he’s not biologically mine.” He turned to his brother. “If she’d told me the truth, I could have found a way to deal with it. I’m not my father. Okay? I can love a kid that’s not mine. I do it with Cameron, don’t I? That’s what went wrong with my parents. Dad could never accept you. Never  bend enough to understand. And you always felt like Mom could have loved you better—”

“Lucky, it’s not that simple.”

“I love him. It’s not fair to ask me to walk away like this. To split the boys like this. How do I go to pick up Cameron, and see Jake and not get to have him?” He set the glass down, terrified he’d through it. Or that it would break in his hand. “What if Jason and Elizabeth end up together? You know. They get married, and Cam has him all he time, and starts to resent me?”

“Lucky—”

“I have to fight for my kids. You get it, don’t you?” Lucky took Nikolas by the shoulders. “I love my boys. I don’t care about the blood.”

“Okay. Okay. I know you do. I just—you’re setting yourself up for grief down the road. I don’t know a judge that’s going to give you custody of Jake.”

“I’ll cross that bridge when it comes to it. But I need to fight. I didn’t fight last year. Not enough. If I hadn’t relapsed, she wouldn’t have stopped loving me. We’re done, me and Elizabeth. But my addiction—it can’t cost me the boys, too. I won’t let it.

Kelly’s: Diner

Jason grimaced when he pulled open the door and found Spinelli and Georgie inside, joined by a third person he didn’t know. Spinelli beamed when he saw Jason, jumping to his feet. “Stone Gold! My sensei! You will have the answers we seek!”

“We don’t have any noisemakers,” Georgie assured him. “I made him throw those out.”

Jason sighed, accepted Spinelli’s enthusiastic hug. “What answers?” he wanted to know.

“Faithful Friend has a dilemma that she refuses to let me resolve—”

“I don’t know if it’s my problem or Chelsea—oh, Chels—” Georgie leaned back. “Chels, this is Jason. Jason, this is my roommate and best friend, Chelsea Rae.”

Jason didn’t know why Georgie was introducing him to someone as if his face hadn’t been in all the papers, but whatever. “What’s the problem?”

“We live together in a dorm on PCU. We’re doing  summer program,” she added. “And this bouquet of roses showed up outside our room. No name — I don’t know if it’s mine or Chels—”

“It’s yours,” Chelsea insisted.

“Spinelli wants to hack into the PCU security to get footage,” Georgie continued. “I told him it’s not a big deal. If they’re not going to leave their name, why do I care who they are?”

Jason looked at Spinelli who scowled. “If she says don’t do it, don’t do it. No means no.”

“Okay, but what if I hack in and get the footage, but I don’t watch it,” Spinelli suggested. “Then, if you want to know later—”

“You will never, in a million years, not watch that footage,” Georgie said with a roll of her eyes. “Chels, do you care?”

“Um—” Chelsea bit her lip. “What if he gets the footage and gives it someone who won’t let him look? We might want it later, Georgie.”

“I’ll give it to Stone Cold. He will be the keeper of the files.” Spinelli nodded. “This is a most excellent compromise. I knew you could do it, Stone Cold.”

“I did nothing,” Jason said, then went to the counter to order dinner.

Hardy House: Nursery

 Elizabeth tucked Cameron in and smoothed the curls away from his face. Then, she went to the crib to make sure there was nothing for Jake to grab and hurt himself with. He wasn’t asleep yet, but was quietly laying there. Looking back at her with his daddy’s eyes.

“I’m going to do so much better for you, my sweet baby. No more running. I promise.”