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Chapter 42
« Thread Started on Oct 17, 2009, 8:09pm »

It was a month later and Bridget was laying on her stomach on the sofa flipping through a bridal magazine. She frowned looking at the different bridesmaid dresses. Not one of them suited her. All of them were hideous. And maid of honor dresses! No way was her mother wearing any of those lame designs. She threw the magazine down and sighed. That was the problem with the fashion world. Too many designers designing what THEY think is "cool" and "chic" without consideration of what the public would like. Those so-called "ultra-hip modern designs" were ultra-stupid. The colors were just terrible. She wanted the dresses to be red. Not dark red, not redwine, not berry...RED. She wanted them to be made of satin. Not cheap polyester. The dresses should be classy and elegant. Not look like they came from a fright show.
The hairdo suggestions weren't any better. One looked like a tangled mess of braids all knotted together. Who would wear their hair like that? The dresses and hair weren't the only thing. She had no idea were to hold the reception. Brooke offered to hold it at her house but Bridget declined. She also turned down Eric's offer of using his house.
Bridget wanted it to be held someplace special. Where that was she hadn't the slightest idea. She looked at a few hotel ballrooms but thought they were too fancy. Just weren't right for her and Deacon. Of course if she couldn't find a place to have the actual ceremony....the other stuff was moot.
This was the only time she planned on getting married and she just wanted everything to be perfect. She wanted her dream wedding. Her dream wedding with the man she loved.
The wedding however was not the only thing on her mind. She wanted to discuss something with Ridge and Brooke. Something very important. It was regarding her position at Logan Designs and her medical schooling. Bridget hoped they understood. She just felt like she needed to do more. Medicine was not her thing. She felt like she needed to create. She wanted to create something new and exciting. Like her mother did with BeLief. Mixing chemicals....seeing what happened. That's what she really wanted. She wanted to create perfumes and colognes. New soaps and lotions. This was her true dream. Which is what she wanted to discuss with her parents. She wanted to create her OWN company. Her own fragrance company. Bridget did take chemistry classes. She would just drop the medicine thing and concentrate more on chemistry. There was also something else she wanted...she wanted Deacon with her. Deacon knew all about marketing and promotion. But she was probably get way ahead of herself. First she had to finish her schooling. But maybe in the meantime...her mother could show her how things work in the lab. Give her an idea of what it would be like. Teach her. Who better than her mom? A brilliant accomplished chemist and business woman.
Bridget's mind drifted to Deacon and she wondered what his mom had been like. He didn't talk about her much. She also began to wonder about his real father. What Martin said Daryl said to him before he died...
There had to be more to it. Just what she didn't know. Deacon didn't want to discuss it. He said it wasn't worth it. She tried to convince him it WAS worth it but he brushed her off. Bridget asked Martin to see what he could find out but he didn't come up with much. If only Deacon could have family at the wedding. Her family was there. He had no one. How unfair it was.
The phone rang and Bridget reached over to answer it. "Hello?"
"Hey Bridget it's Martin."
"Martin...Hi...how are you?"
"Good. I just wanted to let you know...it looks like Nick Payne and Victor Benson are going away for a looong time. There lawyers are trying but their efforts are fruitless. The judge is not budging."
"I'm glad." smiled Bridget. "I hope they are very happy behind bars and meet new boyfriends."
Martin laughed. "We shall see...I have to go. I just wanted to let you know. Talk to you later."
Martin hung up and sat back in his chair. He was glad that things were going poorly for those two sleazeballs. They deserved everything that came their way.
He got up from his desk and pulled on his leather jacket. Vicky wanted him to come home. She had something important to discuss with him. What that was he didn't know. She had been acting a little strange lately. He thought it was due to her pregnancy at first but he had a feeling there was more.
Twenty minutes later, Martin walked into his home and found his wife sitting on the sofa. She was wearing cream white maternity jeans and a white sweater. Her wavy redding brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She looked at her husband with a worried look.
Martin sat down beside her. "What's wrong?"
Vicky took a deep breath. "I have something to tell you....I wanted to make sure I got all the facts before I told you..."
"Okay."
"It's about...Deacon. And his father....I found out something about him."
"You did? What did you find out? Is he still alive?"
"Yes." said Vicky hesitantly. "He's alive. And he's very close by."
"He is? Well...who is it?"
Vicky swallowed. She knew that she was about to change Martin's life forever. But he had to know. Know the truth. "He's you." She answered in a quiet voice.
Martin stared at her.
"You are Deacon's father Martin."
"What...what?"
"You are his father."
"How..how..." Martin stood up in complete shock.
"Honey...please...listen to me..." Vicky said standing up. "I know this is a lot..but...it's true. You remember a showgirl...Cinnamon?"
"Cinnamon? I don't....remember..."
"Years ago...you had...you had a thing with her...She never told you she was pregnant."
"I can't...I can't deal with this right now." Martin stormed out of the house slamming the door behind him.
He got into his SUV and drove off. His mind was racing. Deacon's father. HE was Deacon's father. This whole time HE was....Oh My God...how was Deacon going to react to this? How was he going to tell him? Tell him that he Martin Gibson, was his father. He would think he abandoned him...ran off..he would never believe that he didn't know. He would be angry. How the hell was he going to explain this?

Bridget gave up on the bridal magazines. She gathered them up and threw them all in the trash. They were all useless besides she didn't need them and their asinine ideas. She had her own and they were way better.
The door opened and Deacon walked in carrying take-out. Bridget grinned. How did he know she didn't feel like cooking? "I love you." She greeted as he set the food down on the table.
"You love that I bring you food." He replied kissing her. He took his leather jacket off and hung it up.
"How's the wedding planning going?" He asked.
"Ugh..those bridal magazines are useless. I hate everything in them. And their bridesmaid dresses are awful. Nothing I like." Bridget replied peeling the foil wrapper off a meatball sandwich. "Still have no idea where to have the reception or the ceremony. Mom and I are going to look at another place tomorrow.
Which reminds me...I wanted to ask you something."
"What's that?" asked Deacon helping himself to some fries.
"How would you feel about inviting Martin and Vicky?"
Deacon shrugged. "I don't have a problem with it. They are your friends."
Bridget frowned. "Honey...they are your friends too."
"No...you are closer to them than I am. Especially Martin. He's like a second father to you or a brother."
"Well I think you should get to know them better...they are great people."
"I know they are." said Deacon taking a sip of his Coke. "Martin's a good guy. I have no problem with him."
"Anybody you want to invite?" asked Bridget.
"Just who I told you....my old friends from the The Lair...Alexandra and Lee. Two of my buddies are going to be in the wedding party. And of course Ginger."
"I wish you could have family there." sighed Bridget. "You sure you don't have any relatives..."
Deacon sighed. "Baby we've been over this, I don't have any family."
"What about your father?"
Deacon sat back on the sofa and threw his head back. "Bridget...I told you to drop it."
"Honey..he should be there."
"Baby we don't even know who he is. And if he's even alive"
"But Martin could...."
"No." Deacon said firmly. "Now please...just let it go. My father is not part of my life and he's not going to be."
Bridget nodded. "I'm sorry. I just wanted you to have some family there. It's an important day."
Deacon set his soda down and gathered Bridget in his arms. "I know you do baby. I love you for it." He said kissing the top of her head. "You are the only family I need."
Bridget smiled and rested her head against his chest. "I can't wait to marry you."
Deacon responded by kissing her soft lips. To hell with who his father was. All he wanted was this beautiful angel in his arms. She was all he needed in the world.
Their food was forgotten as they slowly made their way into the bedroom. Bridget clothes were stripped off and she spent the next hour and half having the most passionate sex of her life. No one could ever possibly come close to how wonderful Deacon was. There was never a man who could ever excite her like he did.
Bridget laid back on the bed loving the effects of Deacon's lovemaking.
"You okay baby?" He asked placing kisses down her neck.
"Wonderful." She grinned happily. "Is our wedding night going to be like that?"
"No." He replied tracing her breast causing her nipple to hardened. He then climbed back on top of her and Bridget groaned loving that he was inside her again. "It's going to be even better." He whispered. Their lips met again and the moved together on the bed holding eachother tightly.
Deacon had began to tease Bridget's nipple with his mouth and Bridget was close to orgasm when they heard a ringing bell.
"Oh God...Deacon...don't get that..." She pleaded with him.
Deacon grinned at her. He had no intention of letting go of her.
He continued to pump into her and Bridget clung to him tightly. "Oh Yes....Oh yess...." She cried.
"That's it baby...let it go...I want you coming...." He said hotly in her ear.
Bridget cried out with her orgasm which came on hard. Deacon followed her and they collapsed on the bed. Bridget smiled and climbed on top of her fiance. "You are amazing." She said kissing him.
The ringing bell was heard again. Bridget realized it was the phone. She reached over and knocked it off the hook. "Now where were we?" She grinned leaning over him.
"I believe you were going to show me how much you love me." Deacon replied playing with her hair.
About 30 minutes later there was a loud knock at their front door. Bridget groaned and got out of the bed. She pulled on her robe and Deacon quickly dressed. They walked out to the living room. The knocking got more persistent. Deacon opened the door to find Vicky standing there.
"I tried calling but no one answered." She said.
Bridget blushed. "I...I'm sorry...I didn't know..."
"It's alright." said Vicky.
"What's going on?" asked Deacon.
"It's Martin." She replied. "He's been in an accident."

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Deacon: Admit it. Don't you wonder every day what it would be like if I hadn't messed things up? You tell me right here, right now that you don't think about what it would be like for us to be in love now the way we were? Bridget, with you believing in me, there's nothing I can't do.

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