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Chapter 22 . . .
After spending the previous day happily touring Jabot and sharing a stroll and picnic in the park, Mac was now nervously awaiting an unexpected but much anticipated meeting. The family dinner that was just suppose to be about business just got extremely personal for her. Billy had informed her that evening after they returned to his home, who their dinner guest would be . . . Katherine Chancellor in the flesh. Jack had filled him in on it the day before when they were at the office but Billy held off on telling her because he didn't want her to work herself up over the next couple of days. Mac accepted his logic because as it turned out, every since she found out that's all she had been.
Though, part of her goal when she got to Genoa City was to see her grandmother, she was thinking more from a distance then sharing dinner with her. How would she react? How would her grandmother? True she didn't even know about Mac but she wasn't sure if she would be able to remain composed having her so close. This was by far one of the most frightening experiences in her life. Mac now stood looking herself over in a floor length mirror on the outside of the bathroom door for the third time already. Tonight was the first time she would ever lay eyes on the mother of her father and vice versa. She wanted more then anything to make a good impression, just in case it was the only time they were ever in each other's presence. Her semi formal black gown with spaghetti straps, looked to hug her body nicely, without being tasteless, once she could manage to zip it up. Mac's hands were shaking a little and a, usually, simple task was becoming an Olympic event. She was twisting and trying her best to reach it with little success.
This is how Billy found her as he was already dressed, quite dapper, in deep blue, long sleeve Polo shirt and crisply ironed khaki pants. He knocked a couple of times before turning the knob and finding it unlock. As he cautiously opened the door, he couldn't help but smile, first at her predicament, and then at her sheer beauty, once more. The knee length, silk material that found itself wrapped around her petite but curvy frame, melded perfectly with her and caused his appreciation to be expressed with a deeper smile and finally a few soft words for his beau, "Is it possible you got more beautiful in the last hour." Mac's head immediately turned and her face flashed red at his words and the dilemma she found herself in. Billy, smile never wavered as he moved in closer to the, slightly, embarrassed lass. "Need some help?" he finally offered as he joined her in front of the mirror. She gave him a light smile of her own this time as she soon spoke, "Please." He then proceeded to zip up her dress before allowing his strong arms to enfold her body.
He could feel her tremble some and knew it was about more then his touch. The nerves were written all over her lightly made up face. Though he knew that was a tall order considering the circumstances, Billy tried to do what he could to soothe her. First, he placed a small kiss on the side of her bare neck, as she had all her hair piled up on her head with a few curls dangling. Then he spoke in his most gentle and compassionate tone, "Don't worry, huh? Everything will work out fine. You'll get to not only see her but talk to her and she doesn't have to know who you are, OK?" Mac nodded at his words but Billy could see she still wasn't relaxed so he tried again, "Just be you and she'll have no choice but to adore you. Trust me." This time she cracked a less strained smile while eying him in the mirror, "I'm so glad you're here with me for this." He returned her beam, "Me too, and I'll be right by your side, Mac . . . whatever you need, all right?"
This time she turned in his arms and looked up at him directly before sweetly answering, "Everything I need is right here." The two then shared another light glow and a short kiss before Billy made one last inquiry, "Are you ready?" Mac took in one more anxious, shaky breath and straightened her dress some before putting on a high wattage smile, this time, and responding,
"Lead the way." He held out his arm and Mac looped hers through his before they were off to the dining room . . .
Chapter 22B
As the handsome pair, finally descended the stairs, they were first greeted by Billy's father who beamed at them both proudly. John loved, not only the person Mac was, but the calming affect she seemed to continually have on his son. Billy hadn't been this content in years and his father couldn't be happier for both of them. He was soon holding his hand out to the lovely dark beauty and placing a small kiss on the one she placed in his before dashingly saying to her, " It's an honor to be graced with such loveliness." Mac again blushed until Billy broke in, jokingly, "Why thanks, Dad, you clean up real nice too." " Cute, Bill. Cute." The trio then shared a light laugh, before their attention was gathered by Jack and their dinner guest.
Billy tightened his hold on Mac a bit more as he felt her sway a little in his hold. She swallowed hard and had to remind herself to breath as she laid eyes on the very stately grand dame herself. Her gentle blonde locks, her character etched face, and expressive blue peepers all overwhelmed Mackenzie at once. John, nor Jack noticing her reaction, soon brought the group together and John did the introductions. "Katherine, you remember my youngest, Billy, don't you?" The distinguished older lady gave Billy a sweet smile while holding out her hand to him, "Of course, though you were still a tyke when I last saw you . . . Hello, Billy." "Hi, Mrs. Chancellor, it's so good to see you again." Billy returned, humbly while taking and shaking her hand. Kay responded, lightly, "You too, darling. You've grown into quite a handsome young man." Billy gave a low beam as he coyly replied, "Thanks." All eyes then turned to a very quiet Mac.
Her nerves were back in full force and she was afraid she'd blurt out who she was any moment, Billy's father, however, interceded once more making the intro for them. He gave another one of those breath taking Abbott grins before turning to her friend and announcing, "And this is Billy's good friend, Mackenzie Browning . . . Mac my good friend, Katherine Chancellor." Mac finally got herself together enough to reach out a hand to the demure woman while keeping her eyes planted squarely on her face. Katherine, too, was focused on the comely young lady at Billy's side. As the pair's eyes met, both were immediately overtaken by a strange since of knowing. Mac realizing, completely, that she was standing in the presence of her paternal grandmother . . . a part of her father, a part of her life she thought she'd never come face to face with. It was too great to put into words. Then there was Kay, as her hold lingered on the youngsters hand and they continued to study each other, getting a feeling of recognition . . . like she knew this child from some where. It was in her eyes she saw it most. There was a deep determination coupled with great compassion that was very familiar to her.
Billy, the only other person aware of the bonding that was already occurring between the ladies, was observing with caution. Mac had promised her mother she wouldn't put herself out there when she came up and he wasn't sure if he should intervene before she forgot that. Fortunately, he was saved by Mrs. Martinez announcing dinner was ready. Kay and Mac's interlude was interrupted and everyone slowly began making their way towards the dinning room. Billy and Mac brought up the rear as Mac didn't move at first, just watching the doorway Katherine had just gone through. Billy placed a hand on her cheek and stroked it lightly before asking, "Are you OK?" Mac got out a faint, " Yeah." "Are you sure?" he persisted, still not convinced. Mac though gave him a small smile and nodded, "Let's go join the others. It's fine." Billy finally relented and allowed her to lead him into the dinning room by the hand.
Dinner went along pretty well with John and Jack making up most of the conversation about their possible business venture and then catching up with Kay and vice versa. While Kay got most of the talk, she couldn't help but continue to be distracted by Billy's guest. Something about her . . . it made her so curious. She finally curbed the conversation her way, hoping to find out more about the gentle stranger. She took a sip of her coffee before putting out a question to Mac, "So Mackenzie, tell me something about yourself. Where are you from? Where do you go to school?" Mac had been much of a bystander, save the repeated glances at the older woman, in the discussions until now. She was briefly caught off guard but soon replied, "Um . . . I'm from St. Louis and I go to Columbia University."
Kay let her approval at her answer show on her face while Billy kept an eye on Mac. He hoped Katherine didn't question her much more, fearing Mac might crack, and much like her mom, Billy didn't want to see Mac hurt by Kay's possible disbelief of the truth. Though the questions stopped, the next words out of Katherine's mouth set off a chain reaction that was inevitable, as it turned out. " Columbia University . . . your parents must be so proud," Kay retorted. Mac felt herself start to shake a little again and a quiver came into her voice when she finally responded, "Yeah, my mom is but my father . . . " She never finished her sentence, as again reality was striking her . . . Kay probably knew where he father was and more about him then she ever could. Mac quickly got up and hurriedly said, "Please excuse me." She then vanished, with Billy promptly rising and ready to follow. However, before Billy could leave the table, Kay stopped him and rose herself, "Billy, allow me . . . she might need a woman's touch." Jack and John were completely lost about this turn of events and Billy still had reservations but decided to let nature take it's course after seeing the look of absolute concern in Kay's eyes as she looked towards the door Mac had just exited. He knew then, Mac would only be hurt if she was denied something she had wanted for so long.
He retook his seat and received a smile from the grand dame before she left out after Mac. His father and brother looked at him questioningly but Billy only answered with a shrug, not willing to reveal anything until he knew how things went down between the women.
Katherine came into the living room to find Mac, facing the fireplace and looking at herself in the mirror that hung over it. She could see the girl was quite distraught and wanted so much to take it away, though still not really sure why. Mac noticed her reflection in the mirror immediately and turned to face her. Both remained in a quiet gaze for a few moments before Mac, finally spoke softly, "Mrs. Chancellor, I apologize for my behavior. I hope this doesn't reflect badly on the Abbott's." Katherine said nothing at first, making Mac that much more edgy. It was, as though, she was reading her like a book, knowing there was something more going on. Mac soon shied away from the unrelenting blue gaze and moved around her and over to a mantle that held family pictures. Mac gazed at one of Billy, all his siblings and his father while trying to imagine what it would have been like to have her father around her as well . . . him and her grandma. Kay finally broke her silence with a few words that were nearly Mac's undoing, "Mackenzie, what is it? What's troubling you so?"
Mac felt herself beginning to unravel. Kay's soft, caring tone enveloped her. She wanted so much to reach out to this woman . . . this part of her life, but the fear of rejection still lingered and gave her enough strength to suck up any tears and plaster on a smile as she turned back to the concerned mature lady and said, "I'm fine, really . . . I think we should go back and join the guys. I just needed to catch my breath . . . what they must be thinking." She then went to try and pass Kay but she wouldn't budge. Instead, she motioned for Mac to take a seat and like an obedient grandchild she did not resist. Once she was seated, Katherine joined her and like the most natural thing in the world, she began to gentle stroke Mac's cheek. Then in a soft, motherly tone, she went on, "I can see that there's something weighing on you, something you want to share but are reluctant to . . . possibly something to do with me." Mac closed her eyes at those words, feeling them sting with tears instantly. She knew the moment that had been twenty years in the making was upon her. How she handled it would, most likely, color the next two decades of her life.
Knowing she had hit a nerve, Kay pressed on, becoming a bit more firm as she instructed, "Open your eyes and look at me, please." Again, Mac did as she was asked, and when their eyes locked, once more, both knew things would never be the same after this. A single tear escaped Mac's eye as Kay battled back water of her own and proceeded, "I'm right, aren't I? You feel it to, don't you? This sense of knowing . . . do I know you, Mackenzie?" Mac eventually found he voice enough to respond. In a faint, tentative voice, she answered back, "Yes . . . and no." Katherine furrowed her brow lightly at the riddle and inquired immediately about it's meaning, "What do you mean yes and no?" Mac, once again, went silent weighing her options for the last time. She knew whatever she did from this point on, she'd have to accept the consequences. She could either say nothing and always wonder what might have been or tell everything and pray that this imposing but, seemingly, compassionate matron would welcome her into her life and possibly her father's.
She gave Kay one last hard look before rising, turning and quickly vanishing up the stairs. Katherine was left stunned at her abrupt exit and befuddled by her last words . . .
Chapter 22C
Kay remained seated on the sofa, pondering what had just happened. She knew there was more going on with Mackenzie and wanted so much to find out what. The thought to follow her up briefly crossed her mind but was thwarted by Billy making his appearance. It had been over ten minutes and he became anxious, knowing Mac was already walking a fine line. He needed to make sure she was OK. As he stood in the doorway, after also excusing himself from dinner, he found, however, no sign of Mac. Only a befuddled Mrs. Chancellor. He quickly came to her and lightly questioned, "Mrs. Chancellor, how is Mac and where is she?" Katherine retreated from her deep thought and slowly turned towards the obviously concerned young man before quietly responding, "I . . . I don't know. We were talking and suddenly she just stopped and left, heading up stairs.
Billy was immediately more wary, wondering if Mac had initiated the burning topic with her grandmother. He cautiously inquired about just that, "Talking about what exactly?" "Just this weird feeling I got . . . like I knew her and I asked if she felt it too. That's when she left . . . I really hope I didn't upset her. I was just . . . " Billy had already figured Mac had gotten cold feet and decided he should go after her and see where her head was now. He interrupted Kay and began heading towards the stairs, "I need to go check on her." Kay simply nodded but made no move to leave, as Billy turned and went upstairs as well.
Moments later, Billy was at her door, which was slightly ajar, and watching her sit on the edge of her bed, holding a piece of paper. He was pretty sure it was the letter from her father and she appeared to be reading over it once more. He finally stepped into the room but didn't garner her attention until he softly said, "Hey." She finally glanced up from the worn paper and gave him a weak smile before retorting in kind. Billy then joined her on the bed and Mac started in while gently shaking the letter, "If I do this . . . it will change everything and the results will either be very good, as in me having a relationship with my grandma and maybe even my dad one day, or I could just be setting myself up for a huge let down . . . " She paused and gazed over into Billy's concerned blue eyes and concluded, "How do I know what to do, huh?" Billy sighed lightly, seeing all the confusion and apprehension she had etched in her deep mocha peepers. He, himself, wasn't sure what she should do but gently tried to offer up what advice he could.
"Mac, if you're having these kinds of doubts, maybe you should think it over a little more . . . you know, maybe even call your mom and get her take on this." Mac cut him off right there with absolute fervor, "No! She'll just get worried and try to talk me out of it entirely." He listened to her words and saw a twinge of something other than fear or nerves, it was that desire he had always witnessed when she spoke of her father to him. The desire to know him and, in turn, learn more about herself. Billy let a hint of his own smile take over then and tenderly commented, "Well, Honey, I think, deep inside, you really already know what you want to do. You're always taking a chance when you put yourself out there but if what you're after is really worth that risk, I have learned, you should at least try."
Mac took in a deep breath and gained some strength from his words. She knew there was the possibility this wouldn't turn out how she wanted but if she didn't go for it now she might always wonder and regret it. With a bit more resolve, she slowly rose from her perch, with Billy following suit, and turned to face her loving mate once more. Then in a quiet whisper, she timidly asked, "Will you go with me . . . just in case?" He moved a hand to her face and caressed the soft skin there before softly retorting, "Of course . . . I told you anything you need from me." She nodded as she reached out and pulled him into a gentle hug. She closed her eyes, briefly, and allowed herself to relax in his hold for a few moments before eventually moving from his grasp and placing a small kiss on his lips and sweetly saying, "Thank you." Billy just gave her a easygoing smile before ushering her towards the door and her destiny . . .
Chapter 22D
The twosome, again, came down the stairs, Mac toting her letter and Billy holding onto her other hand snuggly. Katherine was still in the sitting room, only now she was staring in the mirror she found Mac at beforehand. Once Billy and Mac made it, fully, into the room, She noticed their reflections and turned to face the lovely couple. They all stood in quiet reflection for a few moments before, Mac released Billy's hand and went to sit on the sofa. Kay took the cue and joined the young woman there, while Billy sat in a chair right near Mac. She then fidgeted with the paper she as holding a little before finally looking Kay right in the eyes. It was then she saw the concern and curiosity in her brilliant blue eyes and made Mac a bit more comfortable in saying what she was about to.
Slowly and quietly she began, "Um . . . I don't really know how to say this to you. I mean, you might think it's completely crazy or think I'm not being straight with you and you have every right to feel that way but . . . " Kay could see she was having great trouble getting whatever it was she needed to say out and attempted to put her more at ease. "You'd be surprised I what I'd believe, Dear. Now just say what's on your mind. I promise not to judge," she urged gently. Mac gave the matronly woman a small smile and then glanced back at Billy, who also prodded her on with his eyes. So turning back to Kay, Mac decided to just bite the bullet and put her news out there and go on after that.
"Mrs. Chancellor, I just want you to know before I tell you this, that the only reason I am is because I needed to know. For years, a piece of me has been missing and all I ever wanted was to find that and just know it . . . now I have that chance and I thought I better go for it while I did. I don't want or expect anything from you. I just wanted to be in your presence and maybe find out more about you . . . and your son." Kay was still not putting everything together and inquired when she brought up Brock, "Why me or my son?" "Brock Reynolds. Missionary with a loving kind heart . . . " Mac started with Katherine nodding in response. Trying and failing to keep the emotion out of her voice now, Mac let out light chuckle as she continued, "I know this is going to be hard to believe but he's . . . he's my father." Kay was not as stunned as Mac thought she'd be. Kay, though, having felt an instant connection to the girl she couldn't explain until just then now got it. The surprise that was present had quickly moved Mac to back up her claim, handing Mrs. Chancellor the letter and allowing her to read it over.
Billy, who had been observing the whole scene, quietly, reached over and fondled Mac's arm lightly. She turned and gave him a nervous look, which he responded to with a light smile while mouthing the words, it'll be OK. She nodded before turning back to face her grandmother, with them both now knowing that was the case. Kay read over the note a couple of times and but she looked up again, Mac wasn't sure if she believed any of her story. She couldn't blame her if she didn't inside, though, she prayed she did. Deciding to make sure that was the case, Mac gave her a few more details she thought might help. In hushed manner, she added, "He and my mother apparently met on one of his missions and they fell for each other. Then one thing lead to another and I was the product of that. My mom, though, never told him, not wanting to take him away from his life's work. And I didn't find out about any of this until just last week." Kay was still quiet but steadily studying her, as if searching for something.
Mac was becoming a bit edgy and tried to fill the quiet, "I know this is a lot to digest and I would understand if you don't believe me but . . . " This time, Kay broke in, softly stating, "I guess I do know you then . . . God, you have his eyes. Those compassionate, loving eyes, that's how I knew you." Mac swallowed hard as she felt tears begin to sting her eyes at the first bit of acceptance from her grandma, "Yeah?" Katherine reached out to the child and cupped her innocent face in her hands as her own tears threatened to spill, "Yes . . . I would know them anywhere." Finally a few tears did spring from Mac's eyes and Kay quickly wiped them away and gave her grandchild a sparkling, low beam. "My Baby . . . my beautiful grandbaby. Welcome home."
That was both ladies undoing, as each broke into sobs and smiles before Katherine pulled her only grandchild into a long over due embrace. The instant warmth that the two were projecting put them both at ease and told them they had both finally found something they'd been missing. Again, Billy watched in silence but glowed happily at the joyous reunion of the pair. To know Mac was finally getting something she had wanted for so long made him feel just as ecstatic as she was. Kay looked over Mac's shoulder, as the two continued to hold each other, and noticed Billy, who brightened his grin towards her. She sweetly reciprocated before indulging further in her new found kin's hold.
This was the scene, a curious, Jack and John finally walked in on. They saw Mac and Katherine hugging each other and then Billy overseeing. He caught his brother and father's looks of confusion and simply gave them that trade mark smile and a wink. Something significant had just taken place before their eyes and now was the beginning of new understand for all of them.
Chapter 23 . . .
The events of the previous night were still fresh in Mac's mind as she awoke and made her way towards the Abbott's kitchen. She was greeted there by Mrs. Martinez and a hot cup of coffee that she eagerly accepted. Mac then escaped to the quiet of the sitting room to make a call she was more then a little anxious about. After talking with Kay more and realizing how much this affected not just them but also everyone around them, they both agreed telling her mother about their meeting as soon as possible was necessary. Her mother had always been very supportive of just about anything she did but this was something she had reservations about since Mac was conceived. She was sure Amanda would have some doubts at first but knew in the end she would understand she did what was best for her in this situation.
Mac eventually picked up the phone and began dialing the familiar number. After a couple of rings, her mother picked up cheerfully answered, "Hello." "Hey, mom," Mac came back quietly. Amanda's disposition only brightened as she now spoke to her only child, " Hi, sweetheart. How are you? Are you having fun there with Billy?" Mac smiled, lightly, her mother's inquisitive words before slowly starting to reply, "I'm great . . . actually better then great. Billy's family is great and getting know more about him has been awesome." "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself but I have to be honest, I miss you a lot and wish the weekend would hurry up already so you'd be on your way home." That was Mac's opening and she quickly took it, preparing for her mom to put up a fight, "What if I told you I was planning to stay a bit longer?" There was a brief pause on Amanda's side of the phone before she finally returned, "Really? For how long?" Mac took another deep breath and then decided to ease into it, "Um . . . I was thinking for the rest of the summer."
A stunned Amanda, immediately questioned her, "What! Mackenzie, what is this about? I thought this was just going to be few days." "Mom, please let me explain . . . the main purpose for me coming up here was to be with Billy and meet his family but there was also another reason, remember?" She heard her mom sigh deeply and then flatly came back, "Sweetie, I thought maybe you would have let go of that notion by now. Opening that door with you father after all this time . . . I just don't think that's in your best interest. He's probably got a whole other life now." Mac returned her mother's exasperated tone, "Well, I think you're wrong. I think having my father or any part of him in my life is just what I need and I now have the beginning of that." "Meaning?" Amanda retorted. "Meaning, I met my grandmother last night and we hit it off immediately," Mac returned.
Again, Amanda's side of the phone went quiet. She knew this would probably happen but had hoped against hope that it didn't. She knew how much Mac longed for her father but she was afraid. As selfish as it sounded, she was afraid that if Mac found out the kind of person her father was, she'd lose her. Brock was such a gentle, loving and kind soul and Amanda knew that would draw her daughter in and possibly away from her. She had been Mac's primary parent for her whole life and the thought of sharing that now was frightening to her. So again she tried to deter her child from this road.
"I see . . . I thought we agreed you weren't going to contact her, just observe," she finally replied. Mac could instantly sense the displeasure in her mother's tone but refused to be dissuaded, "It wasn't by design, mother. She was a guest at the Abbott's for dinner. What was I suppose to do, tell them I couldn't have dinner with the woman because she was my grandma, that I didn't even know existed until two weeks ago." Though, it hadn't been her intent to make her mother feel guilty about not telling her, she couldn't help but still have a little residual resentment about that. Something, Kay, too, displayed during their talk. She wanted to know exactly why Amanda hadn't enlightened any of them about this situation until now. When Mac explained what her mother had told her, Katherine was less then moved and let her anger at being kept in the dark bubble up some. Mac, who had since realized, at the time, her mother felt she was doing the right thing, conveyed that notion to her grandma and calmed her some. Her next request, though, after her mild tirade was one Mac was dreading bringing up, knowing her mother would probably not go along with it. Mac, however, promised Kay she would extend the offer just to be sure.
Amanda finally responded to her child's obvious left over hurt, "You're right. You were in a tough position. I just don't want you to get too caught up and get hurt." "I won't. She's really a great lady and she kind of sensed who I was before I ever said a word . . . it was pretty surreal." Amanda couldn't help but smile lightly at Mac's apparent enthusiasm over the turn of events. She sounded very hopeful and Amanda knew after everything, she had no right to try and take that from her. So in a more gentle tone, she inquired once more, "So you're going to spend the rest of the summer up there with her?" Mac softly replied,"Yeah, that's the plan. She told me she wanted to make up for lost time." "I guess it's settled then . . . I wont be seeing you again for a while," Amanda came back sadly. Mac immediately went to the other part of her news after hearing her mother's sobering tone, "Actually, she would like to meet you as well."
"Meet me? Why?" asked a now nervous Amanda. Mac gently retorted, "She just had some questions about your relationship with my father and about me growing up. No big deal." Amanda however, knew this was a very big deal. To meet the mother of the man that fathered her child after all this time and after keeping the baby from them both for this long, the thought alone was too overwhelming. She finally found her voice again and spoke quietly, "I don't think that's such a good idea. This situation is too new." Mac furrowed her brow and immediately questioned her mother about her hesitancy, "What's the real reason mother, huh? Why don't you want to meet my grandmother?" Amanda sighed again, knowing she could keep very little from her intuitive daughter and slowly began to reply, "It's just after everything that has happened, I don't think I'd be very well accepted and I don't want to take away from your time with your grandma. "You wouldn't be . . . she wants you here and not to belittle or judge you but because you are my mother and the person her son fell for. Please . . . for me can you come up for a couple of days?"
Again, she was silently pondering the situation back in St. Louis. She had been keeping this to herself for so long and, in effect, hiding from it but now here it was ready to stare her back in the face. It was now time for her to face it head on. Mac rarely asked her for much and Amanda was not prone to denying her anything, so when she gently pleaded with her to accept the offer, Amanda knew she wouldn't refuse. Finally, she relented, "All right. I'll come up for the weekend." Mac's exuberance returned, "Really?" "Really. I look forward to meeting her but mostly to seeing my girl again," her mother concluded. Mac put on a small glow and answered back, "I can't wait to see you either, mom, and don't worry, OK. Everything will work out just fine, trust me." "OK, I guess I'll see you then." "Billy and I will pick you up at the airport. Just get back to me with your flight information." The two women then finished suring up the arrangements before saying their I love you's and good byes. The moment she hung up on her side, Amanda hoped this visit wasn't a complete disaster as she soon moved to pack a few more of Mac's belongings to take and few other things she thought might make this trip go more smoothly for all of them.
Meanwhile back in GC, Mac was now silently gazing out the window of the Abbott dinning room while nursing her second cup of coffee. She was so lost in thought, in fact, she never noticed Billy creep up behind her until he was already wrapped around her and placing a soft kiss on her bare shoulders. After the initial shock wore off, she gave him light smile and relaxed in his hold as he softly began, "Morning, Beautiful." Her glow brightened as she returned, "Morning." He then jumped right into the call he knew she would be making first thing that morning. His hands gently glided over the comfortable cotton material of her floral print, strapless sundress, finally resting at her hips before he continued, "So, how did the talk with your mother go?" Mac let out a little breath and then replied, "Actually pretty well." "Really?" Mac slowly turned in his hold and placed her coffee mug on the near by table before giving him her full attention.
Mocha orbs danced with brilliant blue ones as she lightly retorted, "Yeah, I just made her see how important this was to me and she even agreed to come up like Kay . . . I mean my grandmother wanted." Billy grinned down at his beauty while drawing her a bit closer and faintly responding, "Takes a little getting used to, huh?" Mac chuckled, a little, in spite of herself, "Yeah but I'm sure I'll get over that soon." "Me too," was his whispered come back before he leaned in and she joined him in a light show of affection. When they pulled back, Billy continued to beam while Mac softly inquired, "What was that for?" "For being the great, beautiful person you are. You got a problem with that?" he playfully shot back.
Suddenly, though, Mac's face took a slightly more serious tone as she went on, "Speaking of being great, are you sure you're OK with all of this?" Billy was puzzled at her question, "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Mac inched her hands up to his face and tenderly stroked both his cheeks, "It's just that the primary reason I came here was to be with you and meet your family but now there's all this other stuff going on and I guess I'm just wondering how you really feel about that." Billy was again blown away by the great amount of compassion and sense of duty this woman had. Here she was experiencing something she had wanted, basically, all her life and she was more concerned with how it affected him. He had never been around someone who thought so much of everyone else first. It was just another reason he was glad he had been blessed with her in his life.
Sweetly, he leaned into her again, only this time, placing a small kiss on the tip of her nose before then resting his forehead against her and speaking to what she had just said in hushed tone. "Anything that brings that gorgeous smile to your beautiful face is OK with me. I told you from the beginning, Mac, I'm here to support you anyway I can and as long as you're happy, I'm happy." Mac's gentle beam returned as her hands were now resting at the nape of his neck, lightly playing in the hairs there. She, too, was so glad to have someone like him in her life. He was so willing to make her happy and that was something she wasn't sure she'd ever find. Now here it was staring her in the face. Mac finally replied in a soft utter of her own, "You make me happy, Billy Abbott . . . never forget that." He returned her beam once more before allowing his lips to tenderly brush hers as he barely concluded his thought, "I won't."
The couple then proceeded to share yet another deep and electric lip lock and a sense of peace that both reveled in.
Chapter 24 . . .
Mac anxiously paced the boarding area at the airport while Billy watched on silently. He knew how apprehensive she was about this meeting between her mother and Mrs. Chancellor, very aware there would be some tension there at first. He, though, tried to reassure her that in the end both women had one common goal, her happiness. She seemed confident in that idea before they left the house but now as the plane began unloading, Billy could see her tensing up once again. He understood nothing he said at this point was going to take away her nervousness but he wanted to at least let her know she wasn't alone in this. So finally, he moved closer to his beau, stopping her mid stride and gaining her attention with his luminating smile and a light tap on the tip of her nose.
"Hey, it's going to be Ok. Remember, they both want what's in your best interest." Mac nodded and gave him a slight smile but didn't reply. Seeing she was still not really convinced, he added softly, "Just have a little faith, huh?" Her smile brightened a bit more at his continued attempt to calm her. It just made her love him that much more but she just wasn't sure how this entire situation would play out and it made her extremely anxious. "I'm trying but it's just so . . . " Mac never finished her thought as her attention was grabbed by a glimpse of that familiar, unruly mane over his shoulder. Billy soon followed her now distracted gaze and saw Mac's mom exiting the gate. Mac gave Billy one more ginger smile before sliding around him and going to greet her mom. She called out to Amanda as she began scanning the terminal, "Hey, Mom. Over here!"
Her mother's face immediately brightened at the sight of her only child and she quickly made her way over to her dressed in a genuine Native American dress complete with moccasins. Mac promptly shed her pensive demeanor of just moments before and happily embraced the unique being. "Hello, honey, I've missed you," was Amanda's first comment. Mac giggled a little as she replied, "It's only been a few days . . . but I missed you too." Billy quietly observed the touching reunion and beamed at Mac's spontaneous less stressed attitude. He could only hope it lasted. Amanda soon broke free of her daughter and put her focus on the young man who had brought so much to Mac since he came into her life. Having seen Mac always being more to herself and cautious, she enjoyed now seeing her more willing to branch out and experience more and a lot of that, she knew, was due to Billy. She gave him a deep smile before also engaging him in a gentle embrace.
"Hey, Billy. Thanks for taking care of my girl." Billy slowly withdrew and then replied with another dynamite glow, "It was truly my pleasure." The trio then shared another light beam before Amanda jumped in about the situation at hand, starting with accommodations. "Now, Mac I know you said I didn't need to make hotel reservations but I feel really bad imposing on Billy and his family." Mac sucked in a breath, knowing this part was probably going to be cause for debate. She glanced up at Billy before slowly beginning in, "Actually, Mom . . . you don't need to worry about that . . . " "Meaning what?" Billy urged her on with a light nudge and Mac finally proceeded, "That we aren't staying with the Abbott's after all . . . we're staying with my grandmother." Amanda's smile faded and she looked at her child as she sternly retorted, "What do you mean we're staying with Mrs. Chancellor?" "Mom, please, just hear me out. Mrs. . . . grandma thought things would go smoother, and I agreed, if we stayed at her place. We could all be together and get to know each other better," Mac retorted.
Amanda was really not feeling this set up and made it clear, "I don't know that, that is such a good idea. We barely know this woman and what now you're just going to move into her home? Mackenzie, you know I don't refuse you much but I don't know how comfortable I am with this." Mac studied her mother's disposition for a long moment and tried to understand her point of view but in the end, all she knew was when her grandma suggested she come stay at her home, she instantly embraced the thought. She wanted to know all she could about her and her father and felt this was the best way for that to happen. They had already started to talk over some of both of their lives in the last couple of days and Mac had never felt more at peace then being there with Kay and talking. Her mother, she decided, would just have to deal. "Well, mom, this isn't about you being comfortable. Let's not forget, I was the one denied the chance to get to know her or my dad. This is my opportunity and, as much as I love you, I won't let that or you stop me from going for it."
There was another silence between them all as Mac's words sank in. Amanda, as well as Billy, knew of her resolve and knew she was willing to stick this out against all odds. As much as she would have loved for this to have happen at a slower, much slower, pace, Amanda was aware it was well within her daughter's right to pursue this. So sighing heavily and conceding that point, she softly responded, "Fine, if this is what you really want . . . " "It is," was Mac's definite reply. "Then we'll give it a try." Mac let out a breath of relief, followed by a brilliant grin, "Thanks, Mom." "You're welcome, Love," was her mother's sweet return before pulling her into another hug.
The trio soon arrived back at the Chancellor Estate and Amanda, like Mac in the beginning, was in complete awe of the lavish home. The grounds were massive and the house itself seemed larger then life. Mac and Billy watched, from behind, as her mother attempted to take it all in before she finally turned to the pair and faintly said, "My goodness . . . what a place." Mac nodded as she moved closer to her mother, now, "Yeah, but the inside is really homey. Trust me, you'll love it." Her mom just nodded as they now all made their way to the door and Mac let them in.
Upon entering and going further into the sitting room, they found Kay seated on her sofa looking over some papers. Mac excitedly called to her, "Grandma, we're back." Kay turned with a grin on her face, loving the way it sounded to be called that. Her smile, however, tempered some when her gaze fell upon the older version of her grandchild. She slowly came to the group and pleasantly greeted Mac and Billy before turning a stern gaze to Amanda. "Amanda, I presume." "Yes, and you're Mrs. Chancellor," Amanda came back timidly. The tension was immediate and both Billy and Mac thought they would have to play referee for sure. However, Kay surprised not only them but herself when she slowly soften her demeanor and replied, "Please, call me Kay."
The whole room took a breath after that and proceeded to get settled. Once Amanda was comfortable in her room, right next to Mac's, Ester called them all into a special meal Katherine had her prepare. Things were going great, as they were all sharing great small talk and keeping the situation light for the time being. However, an unexpected and, to most, unwanted guest appeared midway through the meal. Jill came in from a meeting and heard the commotion in the dinning room. She quickly went in to investigate and came upon a, in her eyes, truly disgusting sight. Her son was having lunch with her nemesis, Katherine and her newly found granddaughter and another lady who could be her twin.
Jill vividly recalled her first thought when John told her about the Katherine/Mackenzie connection. She knew there was a reason she had an aversion for that girl and now that she knew she was the off spring of that old toad, there was no way she would allow her relationship with her son to stand. For now, though, she knew she must play it cool, and so she plastered on a smile and made her presence known to the group.
"Hi, all . . . what's this?" she asked pleasantly. Kay immediately rolled her eyes while Billy eyed his mother suspiciously. "Not that it's any of your business but I'm having lunch with my granddaughter, her mother, and I think you know your son," Kay curtly retorted. Jill scowled at her before turning back to the rest of the group and addressing Amanda first, "So you're Mackenzie's mother? Do you have a name?" Billy's jaw tensed as he could tell that uppity tone in his mother's voice. He hated it when she pulled this but before he could call her on it, Amanda, assuredly replied, "It's Amanda Browning. Nice to meet you . . . " "Jill. Jill Abbott."
"Well it's nice to meet the mother of such a fine young man. You must be very proud," Amanda continued, sensing the tension. Jill gave Billy a more genuine smile, which he didn't return, as she replied, "Yes. Very . . . well, I don't want to disturb you so I'll head up to my room." "Would you?" Kay shot back sarcastically." Mac watched the exchange and couldn't understand how two people, who obviously couldn't stand each other, would put themselves through living together. Her grandma did give her the gist of the story but it still boggled Mac's mind that anyone would go though all of this for a house. Again, the two enemies stared each other down before Mac, thinking she could help bring a little peace, intervened sweetly. "Mrs. Abbott, you're more then welcome to join us. There's plenty left to eat." Neither Katherine or Billy was too pleased with her offer but Jill least of all. The thought of sitting at a table with Katherine, of all people, and her brood was something she never intended to partake of . She barely covered her disdain at the very notion as she spoke through tightened lips, "No. No, I'm fine. I actually have a phone call I need to make before heading back out . . . but thanks."
Mac nodded and everyone else breathed easier when Jill turned and left. They soon went back to their conversation and let the incident fade. Jill, though, had no intention of letting this go. She knew that girl would cause her son nothing but grief in the long run, much like her grandma had her. So with that resolve, she went to her room and called up her accomplice in her goal . . . to bring this union crashing down around Billy and Mac . . .
Chapter 25 . . .
"Brittany, this is Jill." Brittany was in the middle of lunch with her father when her cell began ringing. She quickly excused herself when she recognized the number and went off to a quiet corner to take it. "Jill, what's up? I'm kind of in the middle of something here," Brit uttered quietly. Jill was in no mood to beat around the bush so in a strained, hushed tone, "Is it more important then getting my son back!" Brittany quickly perked up to that notion, "What? Has something changed?" "Just everything. That little Plain Jane is staying in town for the rest of the summer and I know she'll sink her claws further into him if we don't act soon," Jill came back bitterly. Brit replied immediately, "What did you have in mind?" "I think a lesson in history is necessary to begin to undo this apparent bond." Brittany continued to listen intently as Jill went over the plan she had been devising since she found out who Mac really was.
Once she had finished, both women came away with a sense that this would work out just how they envisioned and send Mac on the first bus back to St. Louis, leaving Brittany to heal Billy's 'broken heart.' Brit couldn't help but feel a bit more hopeful about the situation, knowing too well, that when Jill Abbott set her mind to something, she very rarely was denied. They had become pretty tight, mostly because of her family ties, and no matter what happened between her and Billy, Jill had always pulled for them. She even stuck up for her after that unfortunate evening that turned out to be the end for them but now . . . the second chance she had been dreaming of seemed within reach. With a giddy grin, she headed back to her father ready to take back what she always felt was rightfully hers anyway.
Back in the Estate, Billy and Mac decided to take a stroll down to the stables while Kay and Amanda had a heart to heart. Once the kids were gone, The two ladies retired, again, to the sitting room and Kay, candidly, began to talk, " Look, Amanda, I didn't ask you here to jump down your throat. I wanted to meet you to see the mother of my grandchild and the woman my son cared for so deeply and also to understand why we were kept in the dark about this." Amanda nodded, solemnly, before responding, "You have a right to be upset, Kay as does Mackenzie, I know I kept this to myself way too long but at the time I decided to do it, I truly believed it was for the best . . . for everyone. Brock was so into his work and I just didn't feel it was right for me to take him away from that plus I was so young. I had no clue what I wanted out of life then."
"I can understand that, Amanda, but still once Mac was older. She told me how she asked you about her father but you remained quiet . . . why?" Kay implored passionately. Amanda took a deep breath before honestly answering, "I was afraid." Kay furrowed her brow and repeated the sentiment, "Afraid? Afraid of what?" "Of how Brock would react to finding out something like this now. That maybe he had a new life and this would only be a hassle. That I would put Mackenzie in a situation to be hurt. All those thoughts kept me quiet . . . I love her with all my heart. She's all I have in this world worth anything. I just wanted to protect her," she returned equally as passionate. Kay could tell she had grappled with this over the years and coming down on her now would serve no purpose, not being able to recapture the time lost. She, instead, decided to look forward to what they all could gain from this now, a chance to be a real family. So with a more gentle approach, Kay reached out and took one of the nervous woman's hands.
Then in a light, motherly tone, she continued, "You don't have to protect her from me or her father. She's a part of both of us and no matter what the circumstance she will always be loved by us too." "I see that now and I just hope one day you and Brock can forgive me for keeping this from you for so long . . . speaking of him, have you told him?" asked a tearful Amanda. Kay shook her head, "First of all, knowing my son as you apparently did, you know forgiveness is etched in his heart and as for me, having that beautiful, intelligent woman in my life at any point, is more then enough to help me let go of any animosity. She is truly a miracle . . ." Kay then paused, momentarily with a small sigh as she concluded, "Unfortunately , I'm not sure where her father is right now but I am actively searching for him in light of everything."
Both now sat with a sense of renewed purpose. With the goal of making this a great experience for Mac, the two woman sat in a brief quiet until Amanda reached for a knapsack she had kept with her throughout the afternoon. Katherine watched as she pulled out two album books and then turned back to her. Then a soft shaky voice, she offered, "I know this won't make up for what you have missed but I thought it could at least give you a glimpse of Mackenzie's life up until now." She then passed, what turned out to be, to completely filled picture albums dated back to when Mac was first born." This time Katherine was too overjoyed not to shed a few tears as she began to thumb through the carefully put together books. Amanda smiled proudly as she watched the stately woman gaze at the pictures like they were the most precious thing in the world. A sentiment they both shared.
Billy and Mac eventually made it back to the house to find Kay and Amanda still going over the pictures in the book. Deciding not to disturb the moment, both just stood in the foyer watching silently until Billy broke the quiet, whispering softly by her ear, "See . . . I told you everything would work out . . . it's destiny, right?" Mac smiled while snuggling closer to him, "Kismet . . . everything happening how it's suppose to. I guess my mom was right too." They then quietly held each other there and watched her family begin to bond.
Chapter 26 . . .
"Why hello, Mackenzie. Here alone?" asked Jill as she slithered her way into the sitting room of the Estate. Mac gave her a light grin as she looked up from a book she was reading and sweetly replied, "Yeah, everyone ditched me for the day. Actually Billy and my grandma had to work and my mother's in town with Ester checking out some shops." Jill gave her a strained grin of her own. The truth was she knew that everyone was predisposed, checking ahead of time to make sure Billy would be unavailable and Kay had to work before she planted some ads to one of those health nut places Ester often frequented. That Mac's mom tagged along was unexpected but much embraced extra. Jill knew pulling off her part of her and Brittany's collaboration hinged on having Mac's full attention. She needed to sell everything she was about to say without interference.
"Well that's too bad, no one to keep you company," Jill continued on slyly. Mac, being the trusting person she was, took the conversation as genuine and played right along as Jill hoped, "No biggie. Time alone can be healthy." Jill nodded as she moved further into the room and past a still seated Mac, "I suppose . . . well don't let me disturb you. I just need to find some papers and I'll be on my way." "No rush," was Mac's pleasant reply before she went back to her book. Jill then went to work rustling around in a desk near the sofa just loud enough to keep Mac's attention partially. Then on 'accident' she came across something she had been looking for ages. She pulled a binded black book from the desk and began thumbing through it, making sure to keep a slightly curious Mac in her peripheral vision. She could see she was ready to take the bait and Jill laid it out there in her most sincere tone.
"I can't believe, this is where this was all the time . . . my copy of Billy's old high school yearbook." Mac's eyes now definitely left her book and focused in on the leather covering of the book and the woman who held it. Jill proceeded to make a big deal out of it, talking loud enough to pull Mac further in, "His senior year, such a great time in any young person's life. It's a definite time of discovery." She thumbed through the book while feigning talking to herself. Mac finally took it upon herself to reply to her, interestedly, asking, "That's Billy's old yearbook?" Jill smirked lightly before she turned to face her prey. With a softer grin now glowing, she innocently inquired, "Would you like to see?" Mac sat down her book on the table and nodded excitedly, "Yes, I'd love to see what Billy was like in high school." Jill thought to herself devilishly, and so you shall.
She then proceeded to join Mac on the sofa and hand her the pristine album. Mac, again, smiled gently at Jill as she began to leaf through the vivid pictures inside. She found Billy's picture almost immediately and marvel, once more, at how handsome he was. Those sparkling blue eyes and blazing grin setting him apart from everyone else on the page in her eyes. Jill just silently observed her while she looked through the other senior class photos but held her up when the action photos came up. They showed the kids doing various activates around school, from making floats for homecoming to final decorating for their prom. Mac couldn't help but glow as she recalled her own high school days. Then Jill brought out the big guns . . . what she hoped would start to seep doubt into Mac's little fairy tale she had created with Billy.
"And here is the seniors portion of the book. It focuses in on all the accomplishments and goals of Billy's class," started Jill before turning the page to the first very telling picture. Right there, big as life was Billy and underneath read his senior accomplishments. He'd come a long way from his rough start and ended up as head of the yearbook committee, not to mention student council president and star in a couple of school plays. Again, Mac was so proud to know and have someone like him in his life. However, another reality was awaiting her on the next page. As Jill flipped it, there was Billy again, only this time he wasn't alone. Brittany was wrapped in his hold and they were both smiling brightly as the caption below them read something to the effect, Billy and Brit, the most popular and in love couple in Walnut Grove. It was then followed by the other titles they were awarded by their classmates, from most likely to succeed to mostly likely to end up together.
Mac's smile faded some at that last quote. In the picture they both appeared truly that, meant to be. Billy was nuzzled into her cheek, glowing, while Brittany also beamed and held her hand to his face. It was truly a beautiful sight to anyone looking on the outside in. Jill watched as the photo was having the desired affect, making Mac see what Billy had before her. Now she moved to drive her point further home with a few more pictures, all of Billy and Brittany goofing around either with friends or on their own, and finally her thoughts on their situation. She closed and took the book from Mac before garnering her attention with her words, "When I think of all Billy gained when he came back here, it makes me so happy for him. He got a great education, a chance to grow up around his family and also the chance to met a girl who made him so happy during a tough time in his life." She held Mac's gaze as Mac softly uttered, "Brittany." Jill nodded, "Yeah, even back then we, meaning both their family's, thought they might end up together but alas misunderstandings and circumstances caused a break in that idea."
"Misunderstandings?" inquired a intrigued Mac. "Unfortunate events, actually, that tainted an otherwise happy time in Billy's life . . . but I'm sure he's told you all of this already," Jill replied while carefully studying Mac's reaction. Mac's face fell a little more, as she now was trying to think of what could have caused Billy to turn his back on something that appeared so solid, with, it seemed, much of an attempt at saving it. By her lack of response, Jill knew Billy hadn't divulged his tell to his 'supposed' new love. An action that spoke volumes to her and, inside, to Mac. The fact that he didn't seemed interested in telling her what happened making Mac believe he was probably still affected by whatever it was which also meant he was still affected by Brittany. Jill could sense that phase one had went off without a hitch decided to leave her with a few more tidbits to mull over.
"They say things happen for a reason, right? Maybe they weren't meant to be as we thought, or maybe time apart, a chance to experience things neither had before, was needed to find out where they truly belonged. That old adage, Love conquers all . . . time, space and all other obstacles. Then again, Billy has you now." She let that flat statement hang there as she now glanced at her watch and stood suddenly, "Look at the time. I really need to go. It was so nice talking with you, Mackenzie." Mac's, once tranquil mood, had all but evaporated after their little chat but she managed to muster up a vague reply, "You to, Mrs. Abbott." Jill could feel all the air being let out of her sail and reveled in it. It was like taking candy from a baby and she knew if Brittany played her end as well, Mac could be out of all their lives a whole lot sooner then later.
Once she made it out onto the porch, Jill immediately reached for her cell, dialed and almost instantly was answered. "Hi . . . Yeah, perfectly . . . Now the balls in your court." And with that she hung up and let a cold blooded grin plant itself on her face as she now headed for her car.
Meanwhile, back inside the house, Mac was again pursuing through the book and fixed her gaze on the first picture of Billy and Brittany together. Why? she wondered to herself, Why did something that seemed so perfect go so wrong? And a better question, how did she know the same thing wouldn't happen between she and Billy? This talk with his mother, leaving her with a whole lot of questions and more importantly, uncertainty where there hadn't been any. Though Billy had never given her a reason to doubt where his loyalty lay, with the way he always made her feel and was always so supportive, Mac's mind couldn't help but wonder back briefly to that night at dinner when he and Brittany danced. It wasn't just her imagination. There was still something very real there between them and the thing that worried her most was not knowing exactly what or how strong that thing was . . .
Chapter 27 . . .
Mac now sat across from Billy at Gina's, staring just past him. It was obvious she was lost in deep thought, the problem was Billy wasn't sure what about. Her chat with Jill a few days ago was still heavy on her mind and not allowing her to completely enjoy the impromptu evening Billy had arranged. She couldn't help but replay the conversation over and over in her mind and wonder if it could be true that Billy still wasn't completely over this woman. After all, to hear tell of it, she had been a big part of his life for a while. Brittany was beautiful, obviously intelligent, by her list of accomplishments, and, apparently, well liked by Billy's family. Mac couldn't understand what could make such a seemingly perfect pair fall apart. She had thought to question him about it right after she spoke with his mother but talked herself out of it with what appeared, to her, as sound logic.
She didn't want to seem as though she was accusing him of something. He hadn't really given her any indication Brit was even in the equation. She just didn't feel she had grounds to interrogate him on his past if he didn't want to breech the topic. It would simply have to be, for now, a small blip in the back of her mind, only serving to make her more vigilant and aware as their relationship progressed.
The distracted beauty was starting to unnerve Billy, some. She hadn't said much since he sprung this idea on her. He thought a night out was what they both needed after all that had been going on in both their lives. He was becoming more engrossed in Jabot and loved learning about the inner workings of the company while Mac was getting more and more comfortable with Kay in her life and also preparing for her mother to leave in a few more days. They had precious few moments just to themselves and he felt this would be a good way to reconnect . . . a nice intimate dinner out alone. Mac's disinterested behavior, however, started him questioning if she wasn't feeling it. He knew she was dealing with a lot more lately and didn't want to come off as insensitive but he finally ended up playfully chastising her as he moved to snap her back to reality.
"It's not that bad is it . . . I mean we could have gone somewhere else," he said with a light glow. Mac flashed back to her dinner date the moment she heard his voice and faintly returned his smile, though, she had only heard the end of what he said. "No . . . this is great. . . I'm sorry, I was just thinking," was her quiet response. Billy quickly came back, "About?" "Nothing. It's not important." Anything but convinced, Billy pressed on, "It didn't look like nothing . . . Come on, Mac. I'd like to think I know you pretty well by now. You've been pretty quiet all night and it's obvious something heavy is on your mind . . . Talk to me."
Again, Mac became quiet, only this time contemplating whether or not to let him in on what she was thinking. On the one hand, her curiosity and imagination were begging her to push forward. However, her other, more reserved side, was telling her not to push too hard, possibly making him feel like she didn't trust him when he had done nothing, overtly, to warrant that. Though the one thing they had always been was communicative, this issue, Mac felt, was not worth the risk of delving into right now. She would, again, just have to observe the situation clearly and see what had merit and what didn't. Still, she didn't want to leave him with nothing, knowing he would only pressed harder, so instead Mac took a skirted path around his question. In a vague, general manner, she softly began to reply, "It's just . . . you know, I have all this new, great stuff happening in my life right now. I guess I feel a bit overwhelmed and afraid . . . like if I'm not careful, I might lose some of it." Billy saw the legitimacy of her concerns, considering the state of her life at the moment, and without even thinking of another reason for her distraction, he promptly took to trying to reassure her, like always.
He reached across the table and captured one of her dainty hands in his before sincerely, conveying his compassion and affection for her with his eyes and words, "Mac, everything you have now is because you chose to go after it. You're a strong, compassionate woman who trusted in what you wanted and believed it was right. Now you have your grandma in your life, a mother who adores you even more because of you convictions and, not to sound conceited, but you have me . . . a guy who would do anything to make sure you're happy . . . anything. Trust me, you will never lose any of that." He concluded with low husky whisper that sent a chill up Mac's spine. Everything about him made her want to and really have no choice but to trust him. His inviting warmth and pure charisma were enough to cause Mac to let go of any of her lingering doubts, at least for that night. She finally gave him a genuine and gentle smile, touched and appreciative of his kind words.
Billy reciprocated with a brighter glow of his own before taking the hand he had been gently holding and caressing all through their talk and bringing it to his soft luscious lips for a light but lingering kiss. Then without another word, he slowly began to rise from his seat. Mac watched him with a confused eye but he soon spoke to her confusion, momentarily excusing himself, "I'll be right back, OK?" Mac didn't have a chance to reply, though, as he was already gone and out of sight after he spoke. All she could do was sit back in her seat and wonder what his abrupt departure was all about. Billy, in the meanwhile was off arranging something he had been thinking about for a while. He loved how his and Mac's relationship was progressing and wanted that to continue. One way, he felt, to assure this, was by moving things to another, more personal, level. He needed to show her that he knew what they shared was something special and that should be held onto. After quickly finishing his task, Billy was headed back towards his petite lady. His glow was luminous. Having gotten a pretty good bead on him, as well, Mac realized by that look he was up to something. She, however, never got the chance to call him on it, as the moment he reached her side he dashingly retook her hand and gently tugged her to her feet.
Her eyes, he could see, were filled with a million questions and with a simple reply, he prepared to answer them, "Trust me." It was as though, without knowing, he was speaking to her whole dilemma at the moment . . . trust. She let that sentiment linger briefly while she stared into his piercing blue peepers. The truth was she did trust him, almost blindly, since they met. It scared yet excited her to feel that instant repoire with him. Though, they hadn't know each other an extended period of time, his sincerity and charm had never once made her believe anything except he was there with her because he wanted to be . . . and for now, that was fine with Mac.
So with a brilliant smile of her own, she followed his lead without saying another word. Billy brought her to the middle of the dance floor and tenderly began to pull her into a snug embrace. Their eyes locked in their special way that help them tune everything else out when they wanted and they shared another light smile between them. He then let his strong hands travel around her tiny waist and then up to the small of her back, making Mac tingle once more. She quickly melted at the feel of his fingertips tenderly massaging the sensitive area. Their focus remain, clearly, on each other as Mac soon joined in the sensual hand games, sliding hers up his arms, over his shoulders before resting at the back of his neck. Finally, smoothly, Billy broke eye contact, only to allow his attention to wander, first to the flaw softness of her cheek. There his lips brushed lightly, back and forth, for a few moments before he journeyed further, coming to rest near her ear. Then in a sultry, intoxicating whisper, he instructed lightly, "Listen." He then tightened his hold on her as she responded in kind. Then as if on cue, a soulful tune began to surround the contented couple . . .
Chapter 27B
'It undeniable that we should be together
It's unbelievable how I used to say that I'd fall never
The basis is need to know and if you don't know just how I feel
Then let me show you now that I'm for real
If all things in time, time will reveal . . .
Billy slowly pulled back from her and made eye contact once more as the song revved up. Though no words were ever spoken during the dance, it was obvious what the sentiment was suppose to be about. Billy wanted to express his deep feelings for her without actually putting real pressure on her right now to reply. Knowing this was her first real experience with love and his track record in that department, he just wanted a subtle way to let her know she was his focus, more so then anything, and hoped she felt the same. Mac picked up on that almost as instantly as she had fallen for this handsome young man. Everything she ever wanted or needed to know from him was in his eyes and right now all she saw was a desire to please her. She cracked him a gentle smile, which he returned, before she gently lowered her head to rest on his shoulder. She then sighed lightly before honoring his request and continuing to listen to the poetic melody . . .
One, you're like a dream come true
Two, just wanna be with you
Three, Girl, it's plain to see
that you're the only one for me
And four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start back at one
It's so incredible the way things work themselves out
And all emotional once you know what it's all about
And undesirable for us to be apart
I never would have made it very far
Cause you know you've got the keys to my heart . . .
The chorus played again and both Billy and Mac were now securely lost in each other's hold and their own thoughts. Billy was still trying to figure out how one person had touched him so in such a short time. After he and Brit split, he had convinced himself he would never let another girl be that close to him and for a long three years he kept his word. Then entered Mac . . . this beautiful, intelligent, sweet and compassionate woman had done nothing more then look at him and captured his heart easily. He wasn't sure if it was her simple way and manner or that not once had he felt anything with her but secure, something he never truly experienced with Brittany because of both their reps at the time. Whatever it was, though, now Billy knew he had to hold onto and cherish it and not let anything destroy it.
Mac was also thinking on the same level. She never thought she would fall so hard for someone she had just met but that night that they took that ride on the Ferris wheel in Miami and shared that in depth talk about fate, she knew for sure in her heart, if not her mind, that he was something special and something she didn't want to be without. Her issues with her father abandoning her had always been her crutch to help her push any guy aside but with Billy it became a non issue. He just made it so easy for her to follow her heart and let him in. His charm and sincerity, from the beginning, going a long way towards breaking down her walls. She knew that nothing was promised to them but felt more and more that if they were both truly in the same place, nothing and no one could stop what was happening between them . . .
'Say farewell to the dark night, I see the coming of the sun
I feel like a little child whose life has just begun
You came and breathed new life into this lonely heart of mine
You threw out the lifeline just in the nick of time
One, you're like a dream come true
Two, just wannabe with you
Three, Girl, it's plain to see that you're the only one for me
And four, repeat steps one through three
Five, make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I'll start back at one.'
The moment the last chords played out, the pair again made eye contact and stood in silent homage to this instant. Both had completely relaxed while being in each other's arms and had put aside all other concerns as they listened and felt every word sung. Their usual penetrating gaze was again, saying more then either could ever put into words. The doubts and fears of a while ago were gone for Mac. Billy's attention was clearly on her and them and their future, whatever that might be. Billy, though, had wanted to make sure she understood just how important a part of his life she had become, which was why he soon broke their silent interlude with a purposeful question.
"So . . . what did you think of that song?" he inquired softly. Mac tenderly searched the handsome feature of his face before quietly replying, "It was absolutely beautiful . . . a perfect fit." Billy's gentle glow soon grew wider at her admission. That was the reason he had chose it. It now made him think of her anytime he heard it. Which was why next question was biggie and he hoped she was receptive to his suggestion. He gently bowed his head down to connect with hers and ten sweetly asked, "Then why don't we make it ours."
Mac raised a surprised but joyful brow. She knew this had been set up by him but had no idea this was where it was heading. The mere thought behind it touched her immensely. He had managed to show her, once more, how powerful the connection between them was. Just when she was doubting them the most, he instinctively does something to show her she and their relationship are what's paramount to him. The lyrics to the song he had chose fit them in everyway and she could see no reason not to honor his request, that only appeared to solidify their union that much more.
So in a faint, slightly, emotional voice, Mac finally spoke directly to Billy, "I think . . . I like the sound of that." She then flashed him a light but no less gorgeous smile which he returned while replying, "I was hoping you would." They both then shared a brighter grin before completing the transaction with a tender kiss that, like always, evolved into something deeper. After their passionate exchange, leisurely, ended, the pair again stared into each others eyes and more emotional Billy concluded lightly, "Thank you for giving me my faith back." Mac fought back tears behind her gentle smile, as he pulled her into a secure hug. She then relaxed completely in his hold and made a quiet vow after his touching gesture and words . . . to show the same faith in him.
Song Credit: Back At One by Brian McKnight
Chapter 27C . . .
Unfortunately for Mac, Jill and Brittany were bound and determined to test that vow. Another couple of days passed and she and Billy were set to spend another casual evening together. Mac was meeting him at the coffee shop after he got off work and from there they were going for a movie and a bite to eat. Jill, however, overheard her plans at the Estate and made sure Brittany was there to greet little miss Mackenzie. Mac, after her grandma insisted her driver drop her off, was sitting at a booth near the door contently sipping on a cup of coffee and thinking about the evening she was about to spend with Billy. That's when Brittany made her appearance, knowing she had to do a real good number on Mac in short amount of time. Jill promised to try to hold Billy up some at the office but made no promises.
She quickly caught sight of her rival and took a moment to collect herself before putting on her trademark fake smile and heading over to her. Mac didn't notice her until she was right beside her. She looked up at the comely young woman and forced a smile of her own as Brit spoke, "Mackenzie, right? How good to see you again." "Hello, Brittany," Mac returned softly. Brit glanced around half heartedly and then turned back to Mac and asked, innocently, "Here alone?" Mac let out a little sigh before replying, "Actually, I'm meeting Billy here shortly." "Really? Big night out?" Mac hunched her shoulders, " Yeah, were are going out." Brit put on a lighter smile before engaging her further, "We used to do that all the time, hang out and just spend time together. It's pretty great, huh?" "Yep . . . he's pretty special, "Mac concluded with a less guarded demeanor. Brittany nodded in agreement before moving along with her part in this scheme, "Yeah, that he is. I can remember when we were together and that was all that mattered . . . to both of us. We could have fun in a crowded room or with just us all alone."
Mac quietly watched the expressions on Brit's face change as she appeared to be reminiscing and it made her nervous. It was obvious she still had great memories of their time together and Mac couldn't help but be a bit curious, "So you two were pretty tight?" Brittany gave her a bigger smirk, knowing she now had her on the hook, "You could say that . . . we were each others first everything, basically. He was my first steady boyfriend, my first love and the first guy I ever made love to." Mac slightly recoiled at her frankness on that matter. Though, she knew that was probably the case hearing it was more then she had bargained for. Brittany could see she was getting to her, as well, and continued to press. "Yeah, I think everybody in town thought we'd end up together, you know, married, two point five kids, the house with the white picket fence, etc." "Then why didn't you, if you don't mind me asking?" Mac pressed on hoping to get some answers. Brittany had no intention of telling Mac the story, knowing she came out looking bad in it, but decided to instead make a logical case for the break up.
"I guess we were just still too young to hang onto something of that magnitude. The way we felt together was unreal and I think we both were too scared, at the time, to embrace it completely. But then you know what they say, if you really love something, sometimes you have to let it go." Mac, knowing the rest of that saying all to well, defensively rebutted, "Meaning?" Brittany, unphased by her more curt tone, just gave a light smile as she concluded, "That sometimes people have to step back from a situation and try new things to fully appreciate what they had." Mac furrowed her brow, this time, at her insinuation but before she could get Brittany to elaborate further, her pager went off. She glanced at the ID and recognized Jill's number, which was her cue to take her leave. She quickly shut off the device and began to stand. "Well, I hate to cut this short but I need to take this . . . again, it was nice speaking with you Mackenzie." "Bye, Brittany," was Mac short reply, as she now had that much more to chew in with regards to Billy and his past. She always recalled her mother's adamant belief that first love was one that could never truly be broken. Now hearing Billy's mother and then Brit talk about her relationship with Billy, Mac had to wonder if Billy was really the exception to the rule or if she was setting herself up for a major let down.
She watched as Brit leaned over the counter and appeared to use the shop phone. Mac had never had a real dislike for anyone, but with Brittany it was becoming quite apparent. She, though, wasn't sure if it was genuine or just because she saw Brit as competition. Whatever it was, though, she was obviously very capable of pushing Mac's button's and she didn't like that feeling. Her gaze remained on the enigmatic blonde as Billy finally came strolling through the door. Brittany, almost, immediately lit up and strolled over to meet him before he could ever spot Mac. She beamed brightly at him and Billy gave her a warm glow as well. They obviously were talking about something light, as both chuckled lightly. Then Brit moved in a bit closer, placing a hand on his shoulder and then moving it gently up to his chin and sweetly tapping it before heading out. Their interaction was seemed very cordial and quite intimate which rattled Mac further. The kicker, though, was Billy following her with his eyes as she left. When he turned back to were Mac could see, he still wore his gentle smile.
Mac didn't want to make more out of it then what it was but after her two recent conversations she had a whole lot more questions in regards to what really went down between those two. Billy finally located her and put on a brighter smile as he came closer. She returned it lightly and once he was at her side he said sweetly, "Sorry I'm late, my mother had something she needed me to do . . . so are you ready?" Mac nodded as she rose from her seat, "Yeah . . . let's go." He helped her on with her coat and then lead her towards the door, with Mac figuring out how she was going to bring up the topic of Brittany.
Chapter 29 . . .
The movie, as well as dinner, went OK. Billy caught Mac up on his day and vice versa but as their evening began to wind down, Mac's thoughts, soon traveled back to her earlier worries. She still wasn't really sure how to get into this but knew if she didn't try it would just consume her. So as the pair drove towards her grandma's house, Mac decided to make an attempt at that conversation. They paused at a traffic light and she lightly began in, "Billy . . . can I ask you something?" He looked her way briefly, and smiled gently, "Of course you can. What's up?" Mac took in a deep breath before slowly starting, " I was just wondering about you . . . and your relationship with Brittany." Billy raised a brow and gave her another long glance just before the light changed, "Where is that coming from?" "I'm just curious I guess. I mean you two were really close at one time . . . you were even going to marry her, right?"
Billy let out an uneasy breath of his own, really caught off guard by her line of questioning. He was no where near prepared to answer her and tried to circumvent the topic, "Mac, that was a long time ago. It's in the past . . . all of it." "Is it?" Mac came back before she could stop herself. This time Billy's tone became at bit more indignant as he came back, "What does that mean? Do you think I'm not being straight with you?" She remained quiet for a long moment. This was exactly what she wanted to avoid. She didn't want to make it seem like she was accusing him of something but she needed some assurance about this situation. "It's just that you have said very little about it and it makes me wonder why," Mac returned in a softer voice. Billy realized his defensive mode and tried to tone it down, as well, " It's just a part of my life I'd rather not relive. Things happened, situations changed and I moved on. End of story."
There was then a long silence between the couple, as Mac wasn't sure how or if she should continue. She knew she couldn't make him tell her and as much as she wanted to know, for her peace of mind, he had a right to not discuss his past with her if he chose. Billy, too, was thinking of the brief conversation and wondering how he could make her understand it all when he still didn't completely. Everything that went down between him and Brittany to cause the breakup was still so confusing, not to mention embarrassing to him. If he would have just opened his eyes things would have never gotten so far as him buying her that ring, which he never even gave to her. He knew Mac would be curious, though, about that part of his life and at some point he would share that with her but right now, he just wasn't comfortable with that notion.
The quiet managed to last until they pulled into the Estate driveway. Billy then took it upon himself to try and put her at some ease about this subject and them, in general. Mac was ready to reach for the door and get away from the awkward air in the car but Billy held her up, grasping on to her hand. She turned and looked over at him as he softly spoke, " Hey . . . believe me when I say what happened back then has no bearing on now, OK? It can't touch what we're building." He then gave her that glowing beam that usually caused her to light up, also. This time, though, all she could manage was a diminutive smile as she returned, "OK." The two then shared a quick, gentle kiss before Mac finally made her way out of the vehicle and up to her house. Billy watched her until she vanished inside. He had never felt that uncomfortable with Mac and hated it. He knew she wasn't satisfied with his end of the conversation but he just wasn't ready to talk about one of the most painful moments of his young life. So with a quiet sigh, he slowly began to back out of the drive.
Chapter 30 . . .
Mac, as Billy thought, was anything but convinced after their talk. It just seemed to her, if things were in the past, as he claimed, he would be able to tell her something about it. He, though, seemed determined to keep her in the dark. Whether she could handle that fact was what would decided where things went from here. Mac was so lost in thought, in fact, she didn't even notice her grandma sitting in the living room until she called to her distracted grandchild. "Mackenzie, dear." Mac quickly snapped out of her trance and joined her grandmother. Once the two women got settled on the sofa, Kay started in, "So, how was your evening, Sweetheart?" Mac put on a strained smile as she replied, "It was fine."
Though they hadn't been in each other's lives long, Kay was pretty in tune with her granddaughter already and could tell when something wasn't right with her. It was obvious this was one of those moment and she didn't hesitate to call her on it. "I don't know if you know this, but grandparents have an awesome ability to tell when something is troubling their grandkids and I sense that's the case with you. So come on and bend your grandma's ear." Mac gave her a more sincere smile and thought. She usually talked to her mother about these sort of things. However, knowing her mother had probably turned in for the night, coupled with the knowledge her advice usually consisted mostly of fate and destiny, Mac gave Kay's request serious consideration. Finally, longing for a more down to earth point of view on this particular theme, she resolved to let Kay in on her dilemma.
"All right, it's like this, everything between Billy and me has been going great. I care about him so much, Grandma, and I'm pretty sure he feels the same," Mac started. Kay instantly picked up on her uncertainness and inquired, "You're pretty sure?" Mac sighed before continuing on, " It's just there's this one part of him, I feel that he won't let me in on . . . a very important part and it concerns me." Kay nodded, assessing Mac's anxious demeanor, " Have you talked to him about it?" "I've tried but that's just it, he won't open up and I have to wonder if it's because he's not over it. And if that's the case, I don't know what I'm going to do," she returned with a more distraught tone. "Mac, Baby, what is it you thinking he's keeping from you?" Mac rose from her perch and began to pace a little as she replied, "There's this old girlfriend and, though, I know Billy's with me because he chose to be, I have to wonder if maybe, he wishes things could have been different before we met." Kay slowly joined her grandchild, standing before her and gently raising her face to meet hers, asked, "You think he still has feeling for this girl?"
"Yes . . . no, I don't know, Grandma. I mean up until recently I haven't given it much thought but . . ." Katherine quickly jumped in, " But now you have reason to believe that he does?" Mac sighed heavily before plopping back down on the sofa and answering, "Not really . . . it's just more of a feeling I guess. The girl is smart, beautiful, and around . . . maybe, I'm just overreacting." Kay soon rejoined her on the couch and made sure they had eye contact as she began to respond, "Sweetheart, one thing I have learned over the years is to never discount your feelings," Mac interrupted, "Even if they haven't been substantiated?" "Feelings have a strange way of picking up on things before the eye ever does. That being said, until you know for sure something is going on, you need to remember that trust is key in any relationship. If he has done nothing to make you think he's having second thoughts then you have to believe in that. I'm not saying not to be aware, just don't let something that may not amount to much come between you two. Jealousy and mistrust or the two biggest destroyers of a love. I know from experience."
Mac remained quiet this time, taking in what her grandma had just told her. It made complete sense to her and also made her feel a lot better. It let her know it was OK to be concerned but not to let that concern snowball without just cause. She finally gave her grandma a light smile as she replied, "You're right, Grandma. Billy has been so good to me and for me. I know he would never do something to hurt me intentionally. I guess I just got a little freaked when coming face to face with some of his past." "Just remember, my Darling, that's exactly what it is . . . his past. You are his present and, from the looks of things, future," Kay concluded with a bright glow of her own. She saw the way Billy looked at Mac when she wasn't looking and could feel how much her grandchild meant to him. She had quickly let go of the conflict that he was Jill's offspring, convinced he was nothing like his mother for the simple fact, John had been the one to raise him. Mac nodded sweetly as she began to rise once more, "I'll try to." Kay then stood and pulled her granddaughter into a deep hug as she added, " Just have faith in him and your love for him."
She nodded again in her grandma's hold but didn't speak as she felt herself becoming emotional. She did care about him so much and thought of losing that or him was too scary for words. Mac quickly got a hold of herself, though, and began to withdraw from her grandma, who had managed to put her mind at ease, once more. The two ladies shared a long gaze before Mac softly said, "Thank you, Grandma." "Anytime, Love, anytime," was he equally gently reply. Kay then brought one of Mac's hands to her lip and placed a kiss on it before announcing, "I think I'm going to turn in now, if you're OK?" "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks again and I'll see you in the morning," Mac returned. "Good night, Sweetheart." The elder woman then headed for and up the stairs, leaving Mac to herself. Though, all her concerns had not dissipated, she did feel better knowing that what she was feeling was not unusual. She would simply remain cautious when it came to Brittany Hodges, but not let her interfere in her and Billy's relationship.
Mac headed up to bed soon after her grandma, feeling Brittany would have no power as long as she didn't give her any. Unfortunately, she was about to learn power was something Brittany wasn't above taking . . .