"Marie was in St. Regis, near Chicago, right?" Victor asked, as he typed into the search engine.
"Yes, from oh," Maggie shuffled the papers in front of her," 1968 to 1973. The baby would've been born in 1969…well, Marie left in December two months pregnant so she probably gave birth in May."
Victor frowned, the wheels turning.
"What? You're thinking. What is it?" Maggie asked.
"The combination of the situation seems so familiar…I've know this situation before. St. Regis in Chicago, St. Regis, why do I know St. Regis? " Victor thought out loud.
"Did you send a young girl there?" Maggie asked, arching an eyebrow at her fiancée.
"No…It was when I was friends with Donald and Beverly Jonas and…." Victor suddenly leapt up and ran up to the attic.
"I'll wait," Maggie called after him. "The man knows how to make a dramatic exit," she murmured.
"Daniel was adopted. I forgot that because Daniel never expressed an interest in finding his parents. But I've keep all the records and I think…yes, St. Regis, on May 15, 1969!" Victor said, trumphically.
Maggie gaped at him.
"What's wrong?" Victor asked.
"While I'm very happy you aren't losing your memory, darling, I'm less happy at the thought of Jennifer dating her cousin or my grandson dating his cousin," Maggie pointed out.
Victor's eyes widen. "Oh, shit. I forgot about that."
"Yeah, that little detail. We need the birthdate of Marie's baby and if it matches we can figure how to do DNA testing. Oh, this is so messed up," Maggie cried.
"Sweetheart. We need to tell Marie first and then we really do need to tell Jennifer and Daniel," Victor said.
"I'll call Marie," Maggie said shakily.
"Did you know St. Regis is the patron saint of illegitimate children?" Victor asked.
"That's…perfect," Maggie laughed around the lump in her throat.
Maggie organized the papers and glanced though the old photo albums. Alice, I wish you were here. I sure could use your guidance now.
"What's all this?" Marie asked, seeing the papers when she entered Kiriakis' residence.
"I know I went against your wishes, but I was curious…."
"Maggie, you found him, didn't you? You found my son. How?" Marie's eyes widened.
"It's not for sure. St. Regis opened their records up to 1980s so we still need confirmation from them," Maggie said.
"If you didn't go through St. Regis, how did you find my son?"
"I talked to Victor and mentioned the date and St. Regis, he mentioned his friends adopted a baby boy the same month…"Maggie started slowly.
"Wow! That's incredible. You think his friends adopted my son?" Marie asked.
"There was only one baby boy adopted that month. Marie, it's not all good news. His godson is Daniel Jonas."
"Daniel Jonas? The same Daniel Jonas Jennifer is dating? That Chelsea dated?" Marie sank back into the couch.
"Yeah. That Daniel Jonas," Maggie said. Marie sighed.
"This is so messed up," Marie said.
"Incest is just a Horton family trait. And yet we come off as so well-mannered," Maggie said.
"That's not funny."
"It's a little funny. And you'll hear worse. Victor mentioned the Greek tragedy aspect of it," Maggie said.
"Maggie!"
"Oh for Heaven's sakes, Marie, what do you want me to say? You conceived a child with your brother, became a nun, and gave the baby up for adoption. Now Jennifer might be dating him. There's not a good thing to come out of this, except maybe finding your son," Maggie said.
Marie looked guilty. Maggie narrowed her eyes at her sister-in-law.
"Why do all the Hortons have the same guilty look? You look like Mickey when he ate the last piece of pie," Maggie said.
"Nothing."
"Marie Grace Horton!"
"I was hoping this would bring Tommy home. I miss him," Marie said.
"Oh…"Maggie sighed. She walked over to the desk and pulled out her address book. "This is the last number I have for him. Marie, think about what you are doing."
"We have a son together. I just want to talk to him. It's nothing more," Marie promised.
"I have the worst feeling about this," Maggie said.
"Well, putting the Tommy matter aside for the moment, what do you want to do about telling Daniel? I only met the man at Mom's funeral. It might be awkward to go up to him and request DNA," Marie pointed out.
"If only we had a Horton at the hospital, or access to a private lab…"Maggie said.
"We would still need his DNA."
"Or his biological daughter's. We could use Melanie's," Maggie said.
"Perfect. What is the proper etiquette asking your possible granddaughter for her DNA?" Marie asked.
"I'll call Lexie and Mel. Marie, we'll figure this out," Maggie promised.
