Chapter 2 (Coming Home)

Brooke took the bowls out and placed them on the dinning room table. She had an instance craving for chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and Thorne had run to her favorite ice cream shop for some. Brooke patted her flat stomach; she was experiencing some cravings already. Today had been wonderful; it had been hard to focus on work knowing about the life growing inside of her. She and Thorne hadn’t told anyone at work or in the family yet. It was fun, the little secret they shared. They had looked at each other through this morning’s ad meeting with smiles on their faces. Brooke couldn’t wait to tell the whole world about her baby but she wanted to tell Rick and Bridget first. Rick, was suffering so much at the moment, it made her feel a bit guilty about being happy. Eric and her had a long discussion about him. Eric had told her not to worry and allow Rick to do what he thought was best. With their best detectives on the case, they Rick would no doubt find Amber and the baby soon.
“Damn you Amber. Damn you for what you are doing to my son.” If only she had stuck to her guns. If she had cut Rick off financially maybe that would exposed her for the little gold digger that she was. Brooke had allowed Eric and Stephanie to change her mind and it had been another mistake. However she had already made certain plans for Amber if Rick found her. Connor said that the moment that Amber broke that trust and spent a dollar of that trust, they could have her arrested. Brooke had no doubt that it would be soon that Amber’s greed would allow her to touch that money. Deacon had left his business and his partners were livid. Brooke and Thorne had contacted Jeremy Miller and had made an offered to buy Deacon’s half of the Lair. She was going to make sure there would be nothing for him to return to if he decided to come back. With no jobs or ways to earn a living, Brooke was sure that when Rick found Amber he would be able to get full custody of little Eric, if that is what he wanted. The doorbell rang. Brooke wondered who would be stopping at 10 at night. She opened the door.
“Sweetheart” Brooke smiled at her daughter. Bridget looked at her mother; she looked comfortable in her in her white caprie khakis and her soft pink short sleeve blouse.
“Hi mom.” Bridget smiled weakly at her mother. Brooke hugged Bridget and wrapped her arm around her daughter and walked into the living room.
“Honey, I’m so glad that you are here.”
“You are?”
“Yes. Megan told me you came to see me. When I got through with my meeting you were gone.” Bridget fidgeted with her blouse. She had gone to Forrester to see her mother, she thought that she would tell her about the baby but she lost her nerve.
“Yeah….well. I had a class.” Brooke noticed that Bridget looked a little pale.
“Honey, is everything alright?” Concern showed in her eyes. She moved a tentacle of her daughter’s hair out of her face. Bridget pulled away. She wanted to have her mother hold her and tell her that everything would be all right. How could she do that? Deacon was gone and even if she was back, it really didn’t matter; he was in love with Amber. Bridget was 19, all alone and Bridget.
“Honey, answer me. What is wrong?”
“ Mom…Have you ever done something that was so foolish. Everyone told you not to do it but you didn’t listen and then you regretted it?”
“Yes. I think that is pretty much the story on my life.”
“ Yeah… I guess it is.”
“Bridget honey, what did you do? What happened that you thought that was foolish?”
“Mom….I.” Tears started to build in Bridget’s eyes. Brooke rushed to her daughter.
“ What is it? Honey…”
“Mom… I just thought that he loved me.”
“ He… Bridget is this about Kyle. Your boyfriend? I thought that he left town.” Bridget blanched, lies, she had told her mother a bunch of lies about her boyfriend. Panic started to sink in.”
“Mom..”
“Ohhh, sweetheart. Why do I have the feeling that your relationship with this boy was stronger than I thought? Bridget…did you love him?”
“I thought that I did. I thought that he really..” What could she tell her mother, dangerous? No, her mother would begin to ask too many questions about him. “ Mom, I cared a lot for him, I’m not sure if it is love or not.” Bridget fidgeted and put her hands in her pockets.
“I wish that I had a chance to meet him. You know I always wondered why you never bought him around.”
“And what? Get the third degree from all of my brothers, no way. It didn’t matter anyway, he transferred schools.”
“ He moved …where did he move to?”
“He went to George Town..”
Brooke looked at her daughter. “ Bridget I’m wondering… your relationship with him. If it got physical in any way and I mean sexual… you would have told me about it.”
“Mom…” Bridget turned her eyes away. Brooke’s heart sank.
“Bridget, you slept with him?”
“He was leaving mom and I…. Maybe I just wanted to know what it was like to be loved.” Brooke took Bridget’s hand.
“You are loved and most especially by your family. Bridget… I won’t lie to you. I am disappointed..” Bridget turned red. Brooke understood and shook her head. “ No…I’m not upset that you had sex Bridget. It was bound to happen. I’m disappointed that it wasn’t with someone you truly love. I wanted you to be with someone special…someone who would know the treasure that he was getting.” Brooke had tears in her eyes. Her baby was growing up to be a woman. “ Bridget… I just wanted it to mean something to you. Giving your body to be with man is a serious thing; it can be the most wonderful or horrifying experience. To have a lover is give yourself to someone who will take care and love you.” Bridget blushed, the way her mother talked, and it was so romantic at times. She regretted that she hadn’t had that. It wasn’t like she didn’t like having sex with Deacon; he had seemed real attentive and had taken his time with her but his motives were now clear. He had only acted that way in order to get close to her, he didn’t love her and he certainly hadn’t been making love to her.
“Mom, it doesn’t matter anymore. Kyle is gone.” Brooke had a feeling that there was more to it than she knew.
“ Honey are you sure that isn’t more than Kyle bothering you…” At that moment, Thorne opened the front door.
“ Okay Honey, I got Chocolate Cookie Dough for tonight and Pecan Swirl for later.” Thorne saw Bridget and smiled. He kissed her on the cheek and kissed Brooke. “ So are you going to have ice-cream with us.” He waved the bag of ice cream at her. “ I know that you love Chocolate Cookie Dough and you aren’t going to want Ridge to eat all of it.”
“ Ridge…” Brooke looked at the front door questionably. “ Ridge is joining us?”
“Yup” Thorne set the icecream on the table. “ He was a the icecream shop getting something for the twins party on Friday anyway, I asked him to come by. You don’t mind do you honey?”
“No. I love having Ridge around.” Brooke looked at Bridget, as much as she was happy to see Thorne, she wanted to finish talking to Bridget. “ Honey, why don’t you stay the night in your old room. I’d love to have you.” Bridget wasn’t sure if that was a good idea.
“ I think that will be great.” Thorne chimed in. “We’d love to have you. Maybe you can stay for a while. Your mother is going to need some help around here anyway.”
“ Why?”
Thorne looked at Brooke who smiled and nodded her head. He went over toward his wife and put his arm around her. “ We have some news. Bridget, your mom and I are going to have a baby.”
“ A baby?”
Brooke smiled. “ Yes, you are going to have a younger brother or sister. Isn’t that wonderful?” Thorne kissed his wife on the lips and they beamed.” Bridget looked at them, they were so happy about their baby and she was happy for them. This wasn’t the time to tell her about her baby. Bridget touched her stomach as she watched them kiss and hold each other. That should have been her and Deacon. But he was a liar; her baby’s father was no good and nowhere to be found. He was with Amber and little Eric—his new family.
“ Bridget…. You aren’t upset about this? Are you?” Brooke had noticed how quiet Bridget had been.
“No mom. I am very happy for you. I know how much you love each other.” Bridget hugged her mother. “ And you Thorne, you are going to be a dad.”
“ I can’t believe it!” He held up Brooke’s hand and kissed it. “ I’ve waited my whole life to become and father and now I’m going to be one.” Brooke cupped Thorne’s face and kissed him.


Taylor finished folding Phoebe’s favorite blanket and smiled. She put away the twins toys in their chest and kissed her girls goodnight. She sat next to Steffy’s bed. It still amazed her how rezliant her daughter was, it was like the thing with Morgan never happened. She kissed Steffy’s head once again and stood to leave. A wave a pain it her.
“Oh no, not again” Taylor clutched her head. The pain was so intense that she thought that she was going to throw up. She stumbled toward the door but she couldn’t seem to make it. She sunk to the floor holding her head while pain thundered in and out of her head.

Rick threw the bag down on his bed. The lead had run cold. He hadn’t been able to find Amber or Deacon. He went to the bar and poured himself a drink of Jack Daniels. He downed the drink fast not caring of the searing pain that the solution caused in his stomach. He needed something. He saw his wedding picture on the mantel. His wife, his loving wife. The bitch. He picked up the picture.
“ Where are you now? What are you thinking about right now? Or are you too busy****ing that scum Deacon.” Rick picked up the picture and hurled it across the room. He watched how it hit the wall. He hated her---she was a lying bitch who used him, stole his heart and his son. He went to little Eric’s room. He picked up on of Eric’s toys, a little bear. Tears filled his eyes. He missed his son. He wanted him back.
“ Eric, I promise you that I’m going to find you. You are my son, no matter what they say. Deacon isn’t you father, he is just a user. He can’t love you like I do. I’m going to find you and bring you back home. No matter what it takes, even if it means that I have to bring that tramp back here.”

Amber was singing in the shower when Deacon walked into the large bathroom. He slowly stripped off his clothes. He opened the shower door and kissed the back of Amber’s neck. Amber turned around.
“ Deacon, you scared me to death.” He smoothed out a piece of her hair that was wet and kissed her gently on her mouth. Amber wrapped her arms around his shoulder and she leaned forward when she suddenly stopped.
“ What?” Deacon ran his hands down to cup her naked butt. Amber’s mouth hung open.
“ You got another tattoo.” Deacon smiled.
“Yeah baby. This one means a lot to me.” Amber touched the tattoo and couldn’t help as love spread out through her body. On Deacon’s chest on top of his heart was her name inside of a heart.
“ Deacon…”
“ You are my heart. I love you.” He kissed her gently at first then he deepened the kiss stroking his tongue against hers. His hands cupped her bottom and he moved her backwards under the warm flowing water and toward the tiled wall. His mouth moved toward her neck, his tongue found the beat of her heart on her neck. She shivered as his tongue touched her sending shocks through her. His hands cupped her small breast; he played with her nipples, teasing them with his fingers. The hard nipples were like little pebbles under his attention.
“ Yes..Deacon.” Amber’s head leaned back against the tiled wall. She loved the feeling of him.
“ You like that don’t you. How hot that I make you.”
“ Yes. Baby, I love how you make me feel.” Deacon smiled.
“Baby, you are so hot. I’m going to play with these.” His fingers circled her nipples. “ I am going to take them into him mouth and suckle them. Then I’m going to taste you.” His fingers moved down her body. “ I’m going to taste you down here.” His fingers slowly touched of outside of her heated warmth. He caressed her bud. She shivered. “ I’m going to up my fingers inside of you and stroke you while my tongue… it is going to find your nectar.” Amber’s knees went weak at that moment. His mouth found her breast; he played and suckled at her nipples while his fingers found her heated warmth. His fingers slid inside of her. She moaned.
“ Ohh… Deacon. Amber clutched Deacon’s shoulders while she tried to keep from crying out too loud to from waking the baby. She was hot and excited; his fingers stroked her making her so wet.
“ Baby… you are so wet for me. I love that.” Deacon slid another finger inside of her. “ I love that you are so****ing hot for me.” Deacon’s mouth was hot against her breast as he talked. Amber pushed her nipple back inside of his mouth. He bit her nipple gently and then took his mouth from her breast. He moved down her body, the water streaming down his back. He slid his fingers out of her and then nuzzled his heat with his nose. He could smell her scent. He then found her heat with his mouth. His tongue gently found her love button; he stroked it and played with it. Amber was soaking wet, she needed him. She wanted him inside of her. He slid another finger inside of her while he stroked and tasted her. She opened her legs to give him better access. He cupped her buttocks and then his slid his fingers outside of her. Then his mouth found her again, his tongue slid inside of her. Amber’s legs almost gave out, they stared shaking. Her body rocked with an intense orgasm. Deacon stood up and pushed her up against the wall, he slid into her. Rock hard, he pumped into her heat.” Amber’s moans could be heard throughout the shower. He filled her totally, giving her everything, giving her himself. He established a rhythm, pushing inside of her, stretching her, needing her. He caught her nipple in his mouth and suckled hard. Amber tried to keep her eyes open as she watched him, she couldn’t when the intense feeling rocked her from inside out. Deacon moved and when her tight sleath clutched his hard shaft, he couldn’t help but to shudder and spill his seed inside of her. Amber wrapped her legs around Deacon’s waist. He pulled her under the water and she kissed him.
“ Damn, baby….that was good. It always is.” Deacon smiled down at her. Amber caressed his face.
“ I love you Deacon. Now and forever.”

Brooke finished off the last spoonful of icecream. “ That was delicious.”
“ I would hope so Logan, after all you ate two bowls but that was nothing compared to you Bridget. You ate three bowls. Are you feeling alright?” Ridge held his hand up to Bridget’s head. Bridget noticed that three pairs of eyes looked at her.
“Yeah, I just didn’t get to eat anything today.” Bridget stood. “ Anyway, I’m really tired. I think that I’m going to go to bed.” Brooke stood.
“ Honey, I’ve laid things out on your bed.” Thorne picked up the bowls.
“In the morning, I’m going to make banana pancakes. You’ll love them Bridget.”
“ You cooking? Boy little brother.” Ridge leaned back in his chair. “Boy, Logan’s got you whipped.”
“ Ha, Ha Ridge. I just so happen to love my wife. She takes care of me.” Thorne gave Brooke a heated look that spoke in volumes. “ And I plan on taking care of her in EVERYWAY.” Ridge shook his head. He didn’t want to think about Brooke having sex with Thorne. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to be happy; it was just sort of strange at times. Brooke kissed Thorne on the lips.
“ I’m going to check on Bridget and then I’m heading to bed.” She smiled at her husband. “Don’t be too long. Goodnight, Ridge. Thanks for coming over. She kissed him on top of his head.” Ridge watched her walk up the stairs. Thorne looked at his brother. He threw a balled up napkin at Ridge.
“ Stop leering at my wife.”
“ I’m not leering at her, it just that I’ve never seen her this happy.”
“ She is happy isn’t she?” Thorne smiled.
“Yeah--- she is.”
“ And I am happier than I ever thought.” Thorne glanced toward the stairs making sure that Brooke wasn’t anywhere around. “ Now Ridge, the real reason you are here. Do you have the papers?”
Ridge opened the briefcase and gave him the papers. “ I hope this is what you wanted.”
Thorne looked at the papers. “ It sure is. Thanks man.”
Ridge slapped his brother on the back. “ No problem.”

Taylor lay on the floor. The pain had finally subsided; she would lay here for a few more moments before she tired to get up. She had tried to ignore the pain, but kept getting worse and worse. It was time that she saw a doctor. She struggled to get up. She slowly made her way toward her sleeping daughters to make sure her attack didn’t wake them. She checked on Thomas. She went to her bedroom and lay on her bed. She looked at the ceiling. She was sure this was nothing…the doctor would say that it was nothing. She looked at the clock and wondered where Ridge was. It was a blessing that he hadn’t come home during her attack. She hadn’t told Ridge about them, she didn’t want him to worry.

A man with a sinister scar on the side of his face sat looking at the items inside of the briefcase. It was what the buyer wanted. All he had to do was to deliver it and he’d have a cool 10 million dollars. The information that he had was top secret and he was willing to sell it to the highest bidder. Victor Andros was one big seller. One dangerous man and he wanted his information. It would get to him with no problem on Flight 108 from L.A to Chile. There he would met up with the man himself, and get paid. All he wanted to do was to get paid. He put the documents and CD’s in a black leather case that women used to for makeup. He locked it up. He was well on his way to being a very rich man.

Bridget lay in her old room. She caressed her stomach. A baby, a little life was growing inside of her. A life was inside of her. She was going to have baby… at least she thought that she might. She wasn’t sure if she was going to have this baby. She was torn. If she had this baby it would bring shame into her family, they expected so much from her. Then there was her mother. She had wanted to talk some more but Bridget had pretend to be asleep. Her mother was going to have a baby, she didn’t want to ruin her mother’s high. Her mother was very happy and she didn’t want to ruin it with her news.

Thorne slid into the bed next to Brooke. She murmured in her sleep and rolled over toward him. He kissed her. She slowly opened her eyes. She smiled. He leaned down and kissed her slowly. She returned the kiss. “ Is Ridge gone?”
“ Yes.”
“ I think that he had a good time tonight.” Thorne kissed her neck and his hand found the hem of her satin nightgown.
“ I’m not thinking about Ridge at the moment.” Brooke turned toward Thorne so Thorne had access to her. He slipped his hand under her gown and found that she was wet. Thorne smiled and pulled Brooke’s nightgown off of her. His mouth found her breast and while his fingers stroked her. Tomorrow, he’d tell her about the trip that he had planned. He knew that she would be excited. They’d be leaving to go to Monte Carlo on flight 108.

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