Title: Fields of Innocence

Author: Izabelle

Feedback: Unsure_4_19@hotmail.com

Rating: PG

Category: WIP

Type: Angst/Romance

Summary: Is there anything that can get between what Jason and

Courtney

have? Nothing is ever perfect. With every great romance there is

great

turmoil. Take a journey into the storm.

She lay awake in their bed anxious to hear his footsteps coming up the

stairs, it was almost 3 am and he still wasn’t home. It seemed lately

he

was never home. Probably some huge project Sonny had him working on,

it’d

be pointless to ask, his business was none of hers. She walked over to

the

window, touched the glass, the other side of which was dressed in

raindrops.

Courtney: Where is he?

This was the way it would be for the rest of their lives…Running her

fingers

through her hair she chastised herself for doubting him. She loved

every

aspect of him, his lifestyle included. She smiled to herself and got

back

into bed.

She looked so peaceful lying there in their bed, the morning sun

caressing

her soft face and hair. She was so beautiful. Jason slipped off his

boots

and jeans and got into bed. He kissed the angel on her forehead and

lay on

the farther end of the bed, his back to her face.

Jason woke up to the ringing of his phone.

Jason: He-hel-lo

Caller: I need to see you again.

Jason turned to look at Courtney who was already awake. Her eyes full

of

concern as to whom the caller was.

Jason: I-I can’t.

He said looking into the eyes of his future wife.

Caller: Jason please, you gave me your word.

Jason: Al-right

He said running his hands through his hair breaking this gaze with

Courtney.

He couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes.

Courtney: Who was that? Is everything OK?

Jason: Yeah. Its fine. Don’t worry about it.

Courtney: Jason…

Jason: I said its fine.!.

He snapped. Jason got up and walked to the bathroom. He slashed cold

water

on his face. What was he doing yelling at her? It wasn’t her fault.

Definitely not. He thought about going back to apologize but that

would

mean he’d have to tell her what was really happening; the truth.