A/N: Shocked. Yeah me too. Can't believe seven little, well six not so little and one little chapter took nearly 11 months, but here we are at the end of this little saga. I truly enjoyed writing this little sequel even though at times I wanted to pull my hair out. Thank you all for sticking with me on this. Here's what you've been waiting for. Enjoy!

Chapter 7
Sunday ~ Red
Sunday ~ Red
The light snow that started to fall had now turned in to big heavy white flakes as the chiming of the clock rang half past the hour. Laughter filled the downstairs of the restored barn house as the small group of close friends continued to enjoy their evening.
"You've got to be kidding me," Robin said as she looked at the small group gathered, "how do they do that?"
Everyone looked at each other realizing that Jason and Elizabeth were no longer with them.
"Damn, they did it again," Johnny said.
Francis just smiled. Jason was always the best at disappearing.
"I need to have him teach me that," Carly replied.
"Oh, really?" Jax asked, "and why’s that?"
"So I can sneak away from the kids. Their mommy radar is really getting old."
Jax smiled at his wife and pulled her to him.
Sonny looked at his watch. It was after twelve now, "Well I guess we should call it a night. I don't know about the rest of you, but I have plans for Valentine's Day," he said as he raked his eyes over Brenda.
"Ooh, it's Valentine's Day," Brenda responded as she snuggled into Sonny, "we're out of here."
"What about locking up," Maggie asked.
They all kind of shrugged at the question when Francis piped up, "Maxie gave me the keys. She said just make sure everything was locked up, and to leave the keys on the island in the kitchen."
"Okay, then," Diane said grabbing Max's hand, "I have a sexy red negligee that needs to be put on so it can be ripped off. Night all. Happy Valentine's Day," she called over her shoulder.
The rest of the friends said ‘good night’ as Francis hung back waiting for the band to finish packing up before he made his rounds and left. Checking his watch he smiled. Another hour and he'd be on his way to Italy.
Elizabeth grabbed Jason's arm when they reached the top of the stairs, "Jason, as much as I enjoyed our time in the pool room, the owner did say he didn't want anyone up stairs."
"Elizabeth, I don't think the owner will mind."
"Oh, really? And you know this how?"
Jason smirked as he passed her going down a few stairs, "Okay, I was only going to show you the rest of your house, but we can go back to the loft." Jason stopped two steps away from her and waited for her reply.
"Jason, I would love to see the rest of this amazing house, but..." she stopped mid sentence and blinked a few times as her husband's words registered with her, "what did you say?"
Smiling he said, "That we could go back to the loft."
"No, before that."
Walking back up to meet her he said, "You mean the part where I said, that I just wanted to show you the rest of the house."
Looking down into his clear blue eyes she knew he was up to something. "No I think you said your house. What are you up to Jason?"
Elizabeth let out a small shriek as her husband swooped her up in his arms and carried her through the loft area that looked down over the two open rooms below. Stopping at a set of double doors, he said, "I'll show you," pushing open the doors he walked through with Elizabeth in his arms, "Welcome home, Mrs. Morgan."
"Jason," Elizabeth breathed out as she took in the large master bedroom. What caught her eye first were the many candles that were lit throughout the room. All in small glass votive holders the color of the glass ornaments Jason gave her at Christmas. They were on the dresser that sat between the two cathedral windows. On the window sills, and the coffee table that was nestled between two overstuffed chairs sitting between the French doors that led to an outdoor space and the entrance to the bathroom. Several more were placed on the nightstands on both sides of the bed.
She could feel tears prick her eyes as she saw vase after vase filled with dozens of roses. A vase of pink roses sat on the dresser, yellow on the coffee table, white and lavender on the window sills, and orange and red on the nightstands. Strewn all over the bed and floor were roses pedals of every color. It was beautiful, and no one had ever done anything like this for her before.
Turning to Jason, she smiled brightly at the gorgeous man she married, "It's lovely. All the roses are so beautiful. I'm... overwhelmed that you go so out of your way for me."
"Elizabeth, I like doing these kinds of things for you," he smiled his patent half smile then leaned in to steal a kiss, "I told you before, I've never done anything like this for anyone before," he stole a second kiss, "but there's something about you that I can't help myself. I love to see that smile, and know I put it there."
"Oh baby, you go above and beyond."
He smirked, "Are you complaining?"
"Not at all," she replied with a big smile, "though I think one thing is missing."
"And that is?"
"A song," She gleefully replied.
Throwing his head back with a sigh he looked up at the ceiling, "I'm going to regret ever starting that. Aren't I?"
Elizabeth laughed, "Yup."
Shaking his head he said, "Phone. Pocket," as he walked them toward the dresser.
Pulling the phone out she placed it in the speaker dock on the dresser as he told her what to play. Soft guitar music filled the room, as the scratchy, sultry voice of Ryan Adams serenaded them.
Jason slowly set Elizabeth down. Her arms still wrapped around his neck she turned to him, body flush with his and placed her head on his chest over his heart. The tears came freely now, but she didn't care. Jason didn't say anything as he held his wife in his arms, swaying back and forth.
Two hearts fading, like a flower.
And all this waiting, for the power.
For some answer, to this fire.
Sinking slowly. The water’s higher.
Desire , Desire
And all this waiting, for the power.
For some answer, to this fire.
Sinking slowly. The water’s higher.
Desire , Desire
Elizabeth sniffled as she lifted her head looking up at her smiling husband, "You are the most amazing man."
Standing on her tip toes she pulled him down to her as her soft lips slowly caressed his. Her hands traveled over his shoulders and under his jacket as she pushed it off his shoulders. Her fingers loosed his tie sliding it from his neck. She began working on the buttons of his dress shirt as the jacket and tie dropped to the floor.
With no secrets. No obsession.
This time I'm speeding with no direction.
Without a reason. What is this fire?
Burning slowly. My one and only.
Desire, Desire,
Desire, Desire
This time I'm speeding with no direction.
Without a reason. What is this fire?
Burning slowly. My one and only.
Desire, Desire,
Desire, Desire
Their tongues were dueled for control as their kiss became heated. Her fingers began working faster as she moaned at the feeling of his as they unzipped her dress. Her dress fell to the floor at the same time she pushed his shirt off him. Feverishly she worked his belt buckle. With one flick he had her bra off and he groaned at the feel of her nimble fingers when they slowly unzipped his pants.
The sound of a harmonica wrapped around them as he felt her smile against his lips her hand cupping him through his boxer brief, knowing she was enjoying the torture she was inflicting as she stroked him. Continuing her ministrations with one hand she pushed his pants down with the other. He quickly toed off his shoes stepping out of his pants, at the same time lifting her up causing her to release him.
You know me. You don't mind waiting.
You just can't show me, but God I'm praying,
That you'll find me, and that you'll see me,
That you run and never tire.
Desire, Desire
Desire, Desire
You just can't show me, but God I'm praying,
That you'll find me, and that you'll see me,
That you run and never tire.
Desire, Desire
Desire, Desire
A disappointed moan escaped her lips, but was soon replaced with a pleasurable one when she wrapped her legs around his waist pushing her center into him. Jason tore his lips from hers nipping at her neck as he walked them to the bed. Kneeling he gently laid her back on the bed straddling her.
Plaintive harmonica notes continued to play mixed with the guitar, as the word ‘desire’ softly repeated, floating in the background, feeding their desires.
"You're so beautiful," his husky voice sent pleasure through her whole body as he dragged his hand slowly over her chest between her breast, down her stomach to the top of her panties. Slowly he pulled them from her body taking himself with them. Kneeling on the floor in front of her Jason pressed wet kisses to her right leg as he traveled up the inside.
The sounds of the harmonica and guitar slowly faded into the night with the sultry voice of Ryan Adams.
Elizabeth gripped the comforter as her body anticipated his next move. Smiling at her reaction he kissed her mound then the inner part of her left leg.
"Jason," she breathed out, "please." Her whole body shaking with need.
Not wanting to prolong her pleasure any longer he slowly swiped his tongue up her wet center. Swirling his tongue as she cried out his name. Her hands fisted in his hair as she felt herself ready to go over, only to be left wanting more when he nipped at her then kissed his way up her stomach to her breasts.
Short breathless moans left her mouth dry as he lavished her breasts. Sucking and nipping at her nipples as his hand traveled back to her center. Her body was putty in his hands as his finger stroked her then entered her as she arched into him.
"Jason," she rasped.
"Hm," he responded against her breast kissing between the valley as he made his way to the other.
"Please, I need you now."
Feeling her body tremble as he continued to pump her with his finger he knew she was close. Removing his finger he stretched out over her linking their hands together above her head.
Taking in her beautiful flushed face he said, "Elizabeth, look at me."
Opening her eyes he saw all the desire, pleasure, and love he had for her reflected back at him. As he slowly entered her he kissed her lush lips. As he slowly moved in and out of her an overwhelming feeling of peace fell over him. It was the only thing he could think of to describe the feeling he felt. Never in his life would he have thought that he could find someone to share his life completely with, and as he felt them both about to go over, he looked into the depth of Elizabeth's eyes and knew he was home.
"I love you so much," he said as he thrust one more time sending them both over the edge.
Laying in her husband's arms Elizabeth tried to quell the feeling of nausea that was working its way up. I guess that's one way to tell him. Only that's not the way she wanted him to find out. If only I had some crackers, or something.
"Jason? Do you think there’s any food left? I could really use some water too," praying that something was in the kitchen to help stave off the nausea.
Jason smiled giving her a kiss on the forehead before he tossed the covers back. Getting out of bed he wandered into the bathroom and returned with a tray of cheese and crackers, and fruit, and two bottles of water.
Sitting up a little in bed she shook her head, "You think of everything, don't you?"
"I try," he said with a grin placing the tray on the bed beside her. Handing her a bottle of water he climbed back into bed with her. Instead of sitting up next to her, he laid his head on her stomach as he watched her eat.
Elizabeth absently ran her fingers through his hair as she snacked on the fruit and crackers. The cheese not sounding too appealing at the moment. Finally feeling better she relaxed back into the pillows as she felt soft kisses on her stomach.
She felt thoroughly loved as Jason continued to place kisses on her flat belly. A smile spread across her lips when she thought of those same kiss caressing her larger belly. Knowing Jason would be just as loving. Her fingers continued to run through his hair as she took in the lovely room.
"Jason? How did you convince the owner to sell?"
He stopped his kisses and laid his head down again looking up at her he answered, "Who said I made him sell?"
Elizabeth looked at him puzzled, "Well you would have had to...Oh My God! That story that Stacey told me. That was you!"
"Uh, huh," he replied.
"I can't believe I didn't figure it out sooner," a little disappointed in herself that she hadn't. "So, just how long have you owned this house?"
Knowing his answer was either going to please her or upset her, he place another kiss on her stomach before he answered, "I've had the property for a few years." He didn't say anymore as he waited for her reaction. He wasn't sure what to make of her silence.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he told her with a sheepish smile, "Surprised?"
Jason sighed and closed his eyes when he saw the tears in her eyes. He knew he was taking a risk not telling her, when he knew how much she loved this place, "Elizabeth, I'm sorry..."
She cut him off when she hit him with a pillow. "You're a brat! You know that."
He opened his eyes and saw tears still shimmering in her eyes, but she was smiling, "I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner."
Shaking her head she said, "No, it's the most wonderful surprise anyone could give me. I love you so much," she countered, as a tear slid down her cheek.
Sitting up he pulled her into his arms, "Elizabeth, I would do anything for you. You know that, right?"
"I do," she whispered as she planted a kiss on his chest.
Jason pulled her down with him as he stretched out on the bed. Her cheek resting against his heart, her fingers lazily making circles on his chest, as his fingers stroked up and down her arm.
"I have a surprise for you," she told him as she pushed up on her side. Her eyes shone with excitement.
Jason reached up and twined a piece of her silky hair in his fingers, "You do?"
"Mm, Hm," she said. "Remember that little project we decide to work on when we left for Italy?"
He smiled at her as he pulled her on top of him. "I remember," he told her as he pulled her down and kissed her.
"Jason," Elizabeth moaned pulling away from him, "I'm trying to tell you something."
"I know," he replied as he pulled her back down, "you want to work on our project some more," threading his fingers through her hair pulling her in for another kiss.
Elizabeth was starting to get lost in his hot kisses, but when they broke for air she was able to pull back again, "Jason, as much as I love the process. That's not what I'm saying. I'm trying to tell you," she stopped herself as a dreadful thought popped into her head. What if he really didn't want kids right now? What if what he said the other night was just to make me feel better, what if...
Jason's warm lips on her stomach brought her out of her thoughts, but his soothing voice brought the tears, "Baby Morgan, I think your mom is trying to tell me about you, but is having a little trouble."
Sitting up all the way Jason looked into his wife's tear filled eyes, "Baby, don't cry. It's a good thing."
"I know. I'm sorry. I doubted you for a minute, when I had no reason to."
Kissing the tears that were still falling, he told her, "I gave you reason to doubt me, Elizabeth. You have nothing to be sorry about."
Jason pulled her into him and lay back against the pillows. Smiling at the thought of the life he and Elizabeth had created. He was going to be a father, and it scared the crap out of him.
Elizabeth sighed, "You knew didn't you?"
"No," Jason said running his hand up and down her back.
"It's not nice to lie to a pregnant woman," she told him.
He chuckled, "I wondered, but I didn't really know. When you fake sipped after the toasts I figured you were."
"You suck," she told him as she slapped him on the chest, "I can never get anything by you."
Grabbing her hand so she wouldn't hit him again, he brought it to his lips kissing her palm, "Elizabeth, baby. You have nine months to surprise me."
"Seven." She replied as she felt him stiffen. She started to giggle, "I guess I can surprise you."
Jason didn't know how to respond. He thought he had nine months to prepare, now it was only seven. "That means you've been..."
Elizabeth smiled into his chest when he trailed off, "Since that first weekend we were together."
She kissed his chest again then climbed on top of him stretching her body over him. Her arms folded across his chest she rested her chin on her hands. "You're awfully quiet. You okay?"
Pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear he smiled at his beautiful wife, "Never been better. I have everything I've ever wanted, and thought I would never have." Reaching up he kissed her, "I love you."
Elizabeth returned his smile and his kiss, "I love you, too. Happy Valentine's Day, Jason."
The End
Disclaimer: Most Characters are property of the Disney Co. and ABC broadcasting and are borrowed for fun.


