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Okay, I was going to make this just a fluff piece, alot of corniness that I am famous for, but I got another idea.
I love the thought of Ric finding out about the paternity.

I hope you guys enjoy. I'm not sure how long this will be.





"Elizabeth," he whispered, the awe that usually came with seeing her unmistakeable in his voice.

She looked beautiful. Well, she always did, but at that moment, she was even more so. He was frozen where he stood. He couldn't move, for fear that she would disappear. Not that he dreamed much, but the only time he could remember day dreaming, it was of her. All he could do was stand there and stare at her, hoping she was real.

He watched as she looked at him, shock marring her gentle features. She seemed to be just as surprised to see him as he was of seeing her. He then saw her face change from that shock to a small smile, and the tenderness and love he always saw in her eyes. He also saw the pain behind them. He knew that pain. It was the same thing he felt everyday for not being with her.

She shook her head slightly, closing her eyes as if to shake herself out of the shock, then walked over to him, stopping inches in front of him. He could feel her body heat, smell her distinctive "Elizabeth" scent. He drank her in, the way she looked, the way she smelled, everything about her. It amazed him that she was here.

"What...what are you doing out here?" he asked once he finally found his voice, shaky and low as it was.

She shrugged, grinning slightly and shook her head.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know. I just needed to get out for a while. The boys are with Robin and Patrick. They wanted to watch them for a couple of hours, I guess for the practice." She was starting to ramble, and the sound was like music to his ears. "Patrick looked scared out of his mind when I put Jake in his arms. Anyway, I thought it was a good idea. I was sitting at home all alone and all I could do was think about y-, things, so I decided to take a drive. I wasn't really going anywhere in particular. I ended up stopping here. I don't know why, but I parked and got out." She nibbled on her bottom lip for a moment before looking at him for the first time since she started talking. "Why are you here?"

He shrugged, swallowing a small lump in his throat, and looked away, "I was riding. Just ended up here."

She eyed him curiously.

"You were riding. What did you need to clear your head about?"

She knew him so well. She knew that riding was what he did when he felt overwhelmed.

He took a deep breath and looked up before bringing his head down, looking down at her.

"I was feeling kind of closed in. Felt like things were closing in on me."

She nodded, understanding exactly what he was going through.

"Me too. I just needed to get away. Felt like I couldn't breathe-"

"I miss you."

She froze, whatever she was going to say instantly forgotten. Her eyes found his, her eyes wide.

He swallowed again, his breathing becoming erratic. His hand was shaking as he picked it up, pulling an unruly piece of hair behind her ear, his fingertips grazing her cheek softly.

"I can't go two minutes without thinking about you; about the boys. I wonder where you are, and what you're doing."

"I miss you too, Jason. Everyday." Her hand came up and grabbed his, bringing it to her cheek. Her eyes closed as his palm cupped her face. "Cameron asked about you this morning."

He smiled, thinking about the little boy. "He did?"

She nodded, "He was wondering when you were going to come over and play with his motorcycles with him."

The pain returned to her eyes, and it felt as though someone stabbed him in the chest. He hated seeing her in pain, and he was the one who was causing it. That thought made it unbearable. The one thing he never wanted to do was cause her pain.

"Tell him I said hello," was all he could say.

Her eyes glazed over with tears as she nodded. There was a silence for a few moments, neither one knowing what to say, but not wanting their time together to end.

"Jake said his first words," she blurted out, wiping at a tear that escaped.

His son was talking. Just when he thought he couldn't hurt anymore, the thought that he had missed yet another one of his son's milestones made the ache even worse.

"What...what did he say?" his voice was a whisper, too choked up to be anything else.

She smiled a watery, painful smile and said, "Mama."

He smiled and nodded, his own eyes filled with unshed tears.

"It's not fair, Jason." She was angry and frustrated. He could hear it in her words.

"I know it's not."

She looked at him again, her eyes finding his.

"It's not fair that your son is growing up with out you. It's not fair that Cameron can't get to know his brother's father." Her eyes blazed with anger as her voice got louder and louder as she spoke. "It's not fair that I have to go day in and day out without the man that I love more than any other person in the world! I have to live my life without the other half of myself! It's not fair!" She started punching his chest, her hands pounding against him violently as she let out all of her anger on him.

He stood there, taking each strike. He deserved every fist. He'd done this to her. He brought her back into his life, then turned away from her. His life, the life that he chose so many years ago, was causing her life now to crumble. There was nothing he could do but just let her get it out, let her release her anger on him solely.

When he finally felt her weaken, he grabbed her elbows, stopping her. She was breathing heavy, sobbing violently as he pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly, his hand rubbing her back as she cried, her tears unlocking his own sobs. They stood there, holding each other tightly for what seemed like hours, before both of them calmed down.

She lifted her head from his chest, her face wet and swollen from crying, and her eyes met his again. Her hand moved up and her thumb rubbed away the tear lines that stained his face.

"I'm sorry," was all she said, her thumb rubbing his cheek softly.

He shook his head, his hand sliding over hers on his face.

"Don't...don't ever be sorry."

"I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that. I know you are hurting as much as me, and it's not fair-"

"None of this is fair, Elizabeth. I hate not being with you. I hate not seeing my son growing up. I hate not spending time with Cameron. The one thing I want more than anything is to wake up to the three of you every morning and be a family."

She nodded, pulling away from him, looking down as she wiped away her own tears.

"I know that. I don't know what happened. I just couldn't stand it anymore."

"You needed to do it. I've hurt you."

She looked up at him, and shook her head.

"Jason, you have to stop this. You aren't hurting us on purpose. You're hurting just as much as we are. Maybe more. At least I get to see Jake everyday. I get to see his father in him. What do you get?"

He looked away, trying as hard as he can to not fall apart again.

"I have everything I need."

She shook her head, sadness taking over her features again.

"No you don't. You have what you think is good enough. But it's not. You need us just as much as we need you."

"I can't think about that. I have to do what's right for you and the boys and that means staying away."

"And in the process, it's killing both of us."

"Do you think it's easy for me, Elizabeth? Because it's the hardest thing I've ever done."

"I know it's hard for you, Jason. I'm not saying-"

He interrupted her, his hand finding hers and holding on tightly.

"I thought letting Michael go when he was a baby was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. This is twenty times worse. Jake is my son. He's MINE. You are the woman I have loved for almost 10 years." He let those last words sink in for her. "I feel like I'm dying everyday because I can't be apart of your lives."

"Oh, Jason," she cried as she ran into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck and holding him tightly.

His arms wrapped around her middle, his head resting on her shoulder, his eyes closed tightly. He held her as if she was his lifeline, like he was regenerating his strength through her.

A few moments later, she pulled her head back and looked up at him, her eyes tired and drawn.

"I should go get the boys," she said, disappointment obvious in her voice.

He nodded, but didn't let her go.

Their lips met as if they had minds of their own. His hand came to the back of her throat, his thumb grazing her jaw as he tasted her, drinking her in. Her own hands held his face as she opened her mouth, inviting his tongue in, wrapping her own around it. They kissed each other with such passion, with such need, neither wanting to let go. When air became an issue, they pulled apart, only to rest their foreheads against each other. Both of their breathing was ragged, their eyes closed.

He finally lifted his head, looking deep into her eyes.

"I love you," he whispered softly, his hands running up and down her arms.

"I love you, too Jason; always."

Reluctantly, she pulled away, walking backwards for a few steps, her eyes still focused on his until she turned around and ran to the car.

He watched until she was completely out of view, then turned, running his hand down his face, trying to regain his composure. Taking a deep breath, he walked back to his bike and climbed on, jump starting it almost violently before driving away.

~*~

Ric Lansing sat back in his chair and took off the headset, throwing it onto his desk. He was livid. He was angry. He wanted revenge.

He had purposely had someone bump into Jason, spilling coffee all over his jacket so it would have to be cleaned. At the cleaners, he had a mic sewn into the lining. He wanted some leverage on the new mob boss in town, something to use against Jason to bring him to his knees.

He just got it. Jake was actually Jason's son. Elizabeth lied on the stand. She lied to him.

He stood up and rested his hands on his hips. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Their painful reunion. It made him sick to his stomach. The thought of HIS Elizabeth with that thug made him want to vomit.

She lied to him. She betrayed him, and all for Jason Morgan. It's his turn to make them pay. And he would.

He picked up the phone, dialing a number quickly and waiting for the other end to pick up.

"Anthony, it's Ric. I have information on Jason Morgan. Yes, it's very interesting. I know exactly what will bring him to his knees. I'll be there in 10 minutes."

Throwing the phone down, he picked up his suit jacket and threw it on, picking up his keys and headed out the door. He was going to make both of them pay.

Elizabeth opened the door to Kelly's clumsily, ushering Cameron in while holding Jake in her arms. She had just gotten off shift and was really not in the mood to make dinner. She thought a night out with her boys would be good for all of them. She needed to get out of the house anyway. All she could think about while she was there was the night she spent there with Jason. Of course, anything reminded her of him lately.

"Cam, go sit at the table over there, baby, and I'll get a high chair from the corner, okay?"

The little boy nodded, running to the table his mother pointed out and climbing into a chair, sitting back on his knees. Elizabeth made sure he was seated before walking over to the corner, grabbing one of the high chairs that were lined up against the wall. As she turned around, she was startled by Ric standing right in front of her, his slimy smile plastered on his face.

"Let me get that for you," he said, grabbing the wood chair from her hand.

She opened her mouth to protest, but let it go. As much as she didn't trust him, she knew he wouldn't start anything in public.

With a tight smile, she nodded, "thanks."

He picked up the high chair and placed it near the table Cam was sitting. He reached over and tossled the young boys hair.

"Hey Cam. Out with your mom?"

She shy boy simply nodded, reaching for his mother and grabbing her around the waist, hiding his face against her. Elizabeth softly ran her fingers through the curls on the back of the boy's head, eyeing Ric carefully.

"Not working tonight, Elizabeth? I heard you got a promotion at the hospital." His voice sounded casual, but she recognized that hint of pompousness that was so Ric.

"Well, being Head Nurse, I get to make my own schedule. I gave myself the night off." She wasn't in the mood to give him an explanation but thought if she just answer him quickly, the conversation would be over and he would leave. She placed Jake in the highchair and turned toward Ric, hand on her hip.

"So how are you doing? I know it can't be easy, what with you being a single mom and all." His voice was grating on her nerves, and she knew he was fishing for information.

"I'm doing just fine, Ric. Thank you for asking. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to have a meal with my sons." She turned from him, sitting in between the two boys, her back to him, hopefully giving him the clue that she was done talking to him.

He leaned over to where Jake was sitting and smiled at the baby.

"Well, aren't you the big boy. Your father should be so proud." He stressed the word "father" causing Elizabeth's eyes to turn to him. With a sleezy smirk, he turned and left, leaving Elizabeth to wonder just how much the man knew.

~*~

Jason walked into his office, and closed the door behind him, only to stop in his tracks at the sight before him. There, sitting at his desk, clad in his leather jacket, with their feet propped up on the desk was Spinelli. He apparently fell asleep while doing whatever it was he was doing. Honestly, Jason was scared to ask. He didn't think he really wanted to know.

He walked over to the desk and slammed his hands down hard on it, instantly waking the young man up, causing him to jump out of the seat and trip, slamming against the back wall before recovering, standing up straight and looking sheepishly back at Jason.

"Stone Cold! The Jackal was just-"

Jason held up his hand toward him and brought a finger to his lips.

"Spinelli! I don't really want to know."

Spinelli smiled awkwardly at him, crossing his arms in front of him clumsily.

Jason put his hands on his hips and closed his eyes, again wondering why he puts up with the socially-inept boy.

"Take my jacket off, Spinelli."

The young man hurried to pull the jacket off, in the process causing the lining to tear. Jason angrily walked over and grabbed the coat from him, checking the damage.

"How many times have I told you not to touch this?"

"I'm sorry, Stone Cold. I didn't mean-"

"Just stop Spinelli!" The boy stood staring frightened at the jacket he'd just ripped. "Sit down," Jason said, quietly but firmly, pointing to the chair on the other side of the desk. Head down, he walked over to the chair and plopped down on it unceremoniously.

Jason watched as he sat down in the chair as told, only to turn back to the jacket, inspecting the rip.

Spinelli shyly sat up watching him, "I'm sure the rip is on the seam, therefore it can be repaired-"

"Enough, Spinelli!" Jason looked at him, frustrated beyond belief. Spinelli sat back, making a zipper over his lips as Jason continued inspecting the tear.

Jason's eyes furrowed as he saw something on the inside of the tear. Reaching his finger inside, he pulled out a device. Bringing it up close, he realized just what it was. His eyes grew wide and his breathing started getting heavy.

"Spinelli. How long ago did I send this to the cleaners."

Spinelli looked at him, curiosity covering his features.

"About two weeks ago, Stone Cold. The Jackal himself took the sacred garb there."

He grabbed the device in his palm and formed a fist around it, his eyes closing. He brought his fist to his head as realization came over him. He was bugged. They have been listening to his conversations. Then one conversation in particular came to his mind. He opened his eyes and turned to Spinelli.

"Spinelli. I need you to something for me. I need it done now."

~*~

Ric walked out of the elevators on the tenth floor of the hospital, intent on seeing Elizabeth and baiting her just a little bit more. He loved to watch her squirm. After the way she had lied to him, making him look like a fool in court, and all over that moronic thug Morgan, she deserved every piece of what she would be getting. At first, he felt bad that he brought her into this. It was only supposed to be the boy. Then he realized that she brought this whole thing upon herself, and deserved it for letting Morgan touch her. He leaned his hip against the desk, his eyes scanning the area.

Leyla walked up toward a computer, noticing the man leaning casually against the desk and rolled her eyes. While she didn't have that much interaction with him, she got a bad vibe about him from the moment she met him. He was always disturbingly charming, like he had an agenda. Taking a deep breath, and telling herself to be nice, she walked over to him.

"May I help you with something Mr. Lansing?"

Ric looked over at the young nurse, his eyes giving her an appreciative once-over, and smirked.

"I'm sure you can," he said confidently, "but I'm looking for Elizabeth Webber. Is she in today?"

Leyla had to swallow the bile that rose in her throat at his obvious attempt at a pick-up line. This man was just plain creepy.

She shook her head, "No, actually she called me this morning. Seems her grandmother had a nasty fall and she went to go take care of her for a bit."

Ric thought about that. Her grandmother was up in years, and Elizabeth was the only family close by. Of course, that would mean he couldn't taunt her for a bit. Audrey was in no way a fan of Ric's ever since the whole Panic Room fiasco. There was no way he could go there.

He nodded resignedly and smiled his greasy smile, "thank you very much Nurse."

With a wink, he walked away, leaving Leyla feeling as though she needed a thorough scrubbing.

~*~

Elizabeth stood by the french doors, watching as Jason sat in the sand, Jake between his legs, his little fingers digging in the dirt. Right next to him was Cameron, diligently building a sandcastle while every so often calling Jason's attention to his work-in-progress. A smile formed on her face as she watched their interaction. This was what she had been yearning for; her family.

They'd arrived early the day before, and Jason had made sure everything was prepared for them. The boys were sharing a room and right across was hers. Jason had introduced Elizabeth to Maria, who Jason had known for quite a few years on the island. She was in charge of the house while either Sonny or him were not there, but was also the Nanny while the children were staying there. Elizabeth smiled and shook her hand, immediately liking the woman. While she was uncomfortable with someone else caring for her boys, Maria assured her she wouldn't be in the way and would come only when Elizabeth wanted her there.

Once everyone was situated, Jason suggested taking the boys down to the water. Elizabeth stood firm and told him only if he would go with them. She was not going to make it easy for him to avoid them while they were there. She was determined to show him what it would be like to be together, and if she had anything to say about it, it would turn into a permanent situation.

They had a ball at the beach. Jason was chasing Cameron, picking him and carrying him into the water, while Elizabeth and Jake sat on the sand, Jake clapping and laughing at Cameron trying to dunk Jason. The day was perfect. Once the sun started to set, they all went inside and cleaned up, changing for dinner on the patio. Jason had arranged for the casino resteraunt to cook them all their favorites. Jason even helped Elizabeth tuck the boys into bed that night, kissing each one on the head after reading them a chapter from a travel book of Africa.

Elizabeth grinned as she recalled how Jason suddenly got very nervous after closing the boys' door. He looked down shyly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, as if to search for something to say. Grinning, Elizabeth finally let him off the hook, leaning into him and kissing him softly. Then moving back, looking into his eyes and giving him a soft, "goodnight," before turning and entering her bedroom, closing the door slowly, her eyes only leaving his when the door closed.

That was last night, she told herself. Tonight would be totally different. She'd already arranged for the boys to spend the night in their room watching movies with Maria. That meant she had time alone with Jason. And she was determined to make the most of it.

Maria walked into the living room and stood next to Elizabeth.

"Everything is ready for tonight, Senora Webber."

Elizabeth turned toward the older woman, smiling softly.

"Maria, please. Call me Elizabeth."

The older woman looked shocked, holding her chest as she shook her head.

"But I couldn't Senora. That wouldn't be respectful."

Elizabeth took her hands in her own and nodded, "I insist."

Maria smiled and squeezed her hand. "Yes, Elizabeth."

Pleased, Elizabeth let go of the woman's hands, her attention falling back to the men who held her heart.

"I also ordered the meal for you and Senor Morgan as well. It will be delivered here at 7:30 sharp."

"Thank you so much, Maria," Elizabeth said, her gaze on Jason brushing sand out of Cameron's hair.

Maria looked at where Elizabeth's gaze was held and smiled knowingly.

"May I say, Elizabeth, he is very lucky. If he does not see that, he is a fool."

With that, she walked away, leaving Elizabeth staring after her. She turned back to the beach and her eyes fixed on Jason, who had caught her gaze and smiled.

"He will see it, Maria. I will make sure of that."