Title: Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows
Author: Kimberly21570
Fandoms: Guiding Light / All My Children
Pairings: Olivia and Natalia / Lena and Bianca
Disclaimer: The characters of Olivia and Emma Spencer, Natalia and Rafe Rivera, Gus/Nicky Aitoro, Doris and Ashlee Wolfe, Phillip and Alan Spaulding, Buzz, Frank Cooper, Eleni, and Marina Cooper are owned by CBS/TeleNext and Proctor & Gamble. The characters of Lena Kundera and Bianca Montgomery are owned by All My Children, ABC/Disney and Prospect Park.
No copyright infringement intended with regard to Guiding Light, CBS/TeleNext, Proctor & Gamble, AMC, ABC/Disney, or any other entity. With the exception of a bit of dialogue from the 8.19.2009 episode where Natalia tells Frank about the baby, the dialogue, settings, and story content in these scenes are original. Written for fun, not profit. All other standard disclaimers apply.
Thank you to all who continue to read and/or comment. I truly appreciate your interest and support. Hopefully I'll have the time to respond to your comments individually over the next week or so. That's my goal, anyway. And finally, thank you to my pal, MoniRod for the edit. You totally Rock, Woman! I appreciate you more than you know…
Rating: Chapter 12 is rated NC-17 overall, though most sections will be either PG or PG-13…
Confessions Lead to Strange Bedfellows
Copyright May 2009
"An alliance is like a chain. It is not made stronger by adding weak links to it… An alliance should be hard diplomatic currency, valuable and hard to get…"
— Walter Lippmann
"We cannot always assure the future of our friends; we have a better chance of assuring our future if we remember who are friends are."
— Henry Kissinger
Chapter 12.7 – Old Friends, New Ventures, and Unexpected Alliances:
Monday, May 4, 2009… Natalia's Office, The Beacon—10:15 a.m. Central Daylight Time
After meeting with Olivia, and checking on a few details in the front office, Jen and Tracy popped into Natalia's office to say hello. Greeting them as they walked in, Bianca politely excused herself, and went in search of Lena, who was working down the hall in the temporary office Natalia had called to have arranged for her over the weekend.
Jen and Tracy settled into the sleek leather chairs, as Natalia offered her thanks once again for all that the two of them had done in her absence. "I can't believe I don't have a month's worth of work to do," she commented. Thanks to Tracy's efficient handling of a multitude of details, there was little she needed to do to catch up after their vacation. "You did an incredible job of keeping up, Tracy."
"My fiancée is nothing if not efficient." Jen's tone was brimming with pride.
A subtle blush colored Tracy's cheeks, and Jen grinned at her, amused.
"Anything we can do for you this morning?" Tracy offered, as a means of drawing attention away from the subject.
Natalia shook her head. "Not a thing," she said. "Our meeting with the attorneys isn't for another forty five minutes, and we're already good to go." She paused, casting them a pointed look. "Besides, you're supposed to be taking the morning off."
Gently chastised, Jen admitted, "I know, but if I don't do something to occupy my mind, I'm gonna go crazy waiting to hear from our attorney."
"Yeah," Tracy agreed. "Olivia said it would be sooner rather than later, but still, the waiting is just so hard."
Nodding, Natalia expressed understanding. "I can't imagine how tough this is on the two of you."
"It helps knowing we have friends on our side," Jen granted. The appreciation in her tone was palpable.
The conversation continued from there until the muffled sound of angry voices resounded from next door. Politely, Natalia excused herself, closed her office door with Jen and Tracy still seated inside, and hurriedly made her way toward the ruckus. By the time she reached Olivia's office, the tension was reaching a fever pitch.
Inside the hotelier's office, the air hung thick around them, as Olivia eyed the man with bitter suspicion. "What the hell are you up to?" she demanded, echoing aloud the question that resounded like an ominous threat in her head.
Phillip Spaulding's tall, muscular frame loomed in the doorway, threatening Olivia's sense of security without so much as a single uttered word.
"You're not gonna use this to take Emma away from me," Olivia warned. "I won't fucking stand for it!"
"You know what, Olivia, not everything in this world is about you," Phillip said, harshly. "I happen to care quite deeply for Jennifer Morgan and her sons."
"Well, you might want to care a little more quietly, Phillip," Natalia said, tentatively, as she side-stepped Phillip and entered Olivia's office. "She and her fiancée are sitting in my office right now." There was a hint of chastisement in her tone.
Taking a step inside after Natalia, Phillip closed the door. On her advice, he lowered his tone. "I won't let anyone separate Jennifer from her boys. She's already lost enough." His sadness for her loss sounded genuine, and Natalia quietly agreed with him. She didn't dare glance at Olivia.
"How the hell do you even know them?" Olivia seethed. She was not even the least bit moved by the emotional undertones in Phillip's declaration.
Flitting around her like a mother hen, Natalia attempted to calm her, urging her to be mindful of her heart.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, my heart is fine, Natalia," Olivia snapped dismissively.
Silent, Grayson grinned at fire that flashed in Olivia's eyes. It was familiar to him, as he had oft been the recipient of it in times past.
Natalia gave Olivia a disapproving look, which the feisty hotelier promptly ignored. "I wanna know what kind of bullshit Phillip is trying to pull."
Phillip sighed, almost resignedly. He knew he hadn't finished paying his penance for attempting to kidnap Emma, but he was growing weary of Olivia's constant suspicions. "Jake Morgan was a friend of mine," he explained. "A close one. We went to Lincoln Prep together, and then to Springfield U. I was a groomsman at his wedding, for Christ's sake. Rick and I both were."
Undeterred by his emotional explanation, Olivia barked, "How do you even know about this custody suit? Did Jen contact you?"
"No," Phillip answered, forthrightly. "I overheard Preston and my father gloating about the petition for custody," he explained. He didn't mention that he'd heard Alan making noises about filing a suit of his own, to get Emma away from 'that lecherous lifestyle her mother was leading.' He had taken care of that problem himself, and Alan would never act on his pompous threat.
"I guess Doris was right," Natalia commented vaguely.
"What? That Alan is up to his eyeballs in this?" Phillip surmised.
"Which means you're probably neck deep, and digging," Olivia accused.
"Olivia…" Natalia's tone was cautionary.
"Don't 'Olivia' me," the hotelier snapped back. "He may not have started this, but he'll try to use it to get what he wants."
"Do I want to see Emma? Of course I do. She's my little girl, and I miss her," Phillip granted. "But have I even once asked to see her since I came back?" he attempted to reason. "Have I made any demands whatsoever?"
"That doesn't mean you aren't scheming," Olivia retorted.
"All I'm trying to do is protect Jake's children from a grandfather who makes Alan look like a saint." Phillip's tone was calm, collected.
"Don't you get it?" Olivia barked. "I don't care how much you deny it. I don't trust you any farther than I could throw you."
Phillip sighed. "Distrust me all you want, Olivia. I deserve it," he said, resignedly. "But it won't stop me from helping Jen and her family."
"Would you be so eager to help her keep her sons if you knew she was engaged to a woman?"
"Olivia!" Natalia said, curtly.
"What?" Olivia's tone was sharper than she had intended. "It's not like she and Tracy are hiding their relationship anymore."
"That's not the point," Natalia countered.
"Doesn't change a thing," Phillip answered with an amused smirk. "When are you gonna get that?" He had been surprised to hear that Jen was engaged, but not that she was involved with a woman—that had been the primary focus of the conversation he overheard between Alan and Preston in the Spaulding library the week prior. He was pleased that Jen had found happiness again, and it mattered not to him, with whom she had found it. Jake would be pleased that she was able to move on, and that was all that mattered in the end.
Grayson, who had been watching their exchange in silence, cleared his throat authoritatively. "I apologize, Mr. Spaulding," he said, tunneling his fingers through his thick blond hair, "but if this retainer is some sort of a segue into having me represent you in a custody battle against Ms. Spencer, I must tell you, it won't happen. Either way, I'll take Mrs. Morgan's case, but I won't even consider…"
Before Grayson could even finish his statement, Phillip's head was shaking as he waved his hand in protest. It wasn't an aggressive gesture, but rather, one of trying to save the other man time and effort. "I can assure you, Mr. McAlister, that's not the case. My daughter is happy, and healthy, and well adjusted. I have no intentions of seeking custody. I haven't even asked for visitation rights."
"That doesn't mean you won't," Olivia muttered.
Gently, Natalia touched Olivia's arm, silencing her. The expression on Natalia's face told her what she already knew—antagonizing Phillip was counterproductive. But that didn't mean she could quell the urge. After all, emotions have nothing to do with logic. She felt threatened by his mere presence, and she was scared of losing her little girl.
Grayson watched with an air of curiosity, as the mere touch of Natalia's hand calmed the fury in Olivia's eyes. This woman was important to her. He could feel it in their interactions, in the way they spoke with only a simple touch or a passing glance. And then he watched as Olivia returned her attention to Phillip, and the fury was replaced by fear and trepidation as she glanced at her ex-husband. He knew what Phillip had done to her, but he hadn't a clue as to how deeply it had affected her until that moment.
Ignoring Olivia's comment, Phillip continued his reassurances to Grayson. "I just want to ensure that Jake Morgan's sons stay where they belong—with their mother."
"I'll take you at your word, Mr. Spaulding," Grayson said, diplomatically, though he didn't trust a word the man said. "But be forewarned, if you go after Ms. Spencer's daughter, you'll find yourself squaring off against me, and I play to win."
Shaking his head, an amused smirk played on Phillip's lips. "What in God's name does she have on you?" he wondered aloud.
"Not a thing, Mr. Spaulding," Grayson answered smoothly, as he shared a knowing smile with Olivia. "I assure you."
"Hey, look, y'know, I'll back out of this thing." Phillip's tone held that familiar lilt of smug rationality. "If you and Olivia have some deal worked out, I'll gladly let you take her money instead of mine. I just want those boys to be protected. That self-righteous old bastard isn't fit to raise a houseplant, let alone Jake's sons."
"I've already told you, I play to win, Mr. Spaulding," Grayson said, confidently. "When I'm finished with Preston Morgan, he won't even be allowed supervised visitation in a public park."
The smirk on Phillip's face almost made him resemble Alan, despite the fact that they shared no genetic connection. "Then I'll leave you to your business," he said, by way of dismissing himself from the situation.
"Shall I let Mrs. Morgan know you're here, Mr. McAlister?" Natalia inquired.
"It's Grayson," the attorney replied warmly. "And please, if you would," he nodded.
"Okay, Grayson," Natalia smiled.
Olivia glanced at her watch. "Actually, we have a business meeting scheduled in a few minutes, so we need to scoot," she reported. "But you're welcome to use my office if you'd like."
Grayson smiled. "That would be perfect. We'll have a strategy hammered out before lunchtime."
"Thank you, Grayson," Olivia said, warmly, as she gave him a friendly hug.
Courteous, he gave her a nod and a smile. "Anytime, Olivia. You know that."
Olivia smiled. Indeed, she did know. "If I don't see you before you leave, give Carly my best, okay?" she said, referring to his wife. "And tell her I'll be in touch. I'd love to catch up the next time I'm in Chicago."
Grayson smiled at the mention of his wife. "Will do," he nodded again. "I'm sure she'll look forward to it."
Shaking his head, Phillip grinned. He was dying to know what Olivia had on the guy. But his curious thoughts were interrupted, by Olivia and Natalia's exit. Tossing his interest aside, he followed suit.
Though he wasn't particularly welcomed, he accompanied them across to Natalia's office to see Jen and meet Tracy. Jen was both surprised and elated to see him, and he was equally pleased to see her. After a warm hug, he displayed his usual suave charm as he was being introduced to Jen's fiancée, and Tracy found herself easily taken with him, much to Olivia's chagrin.
A gentle hand on Olivia's arm stilled her, and she stole a glance at the owner of that hand, sending silent acknowledgment. As they shared that look, Phillip shared a brief moment with Jen and Tracy before bidding them both a cordial goodbye, making promises of dinner very soon. He made no mention of his initial intent to pay the retainer for Grayson McAlister's services—Olivia could have both the glory and the bill, if that would make her happy. Anything to help her see he wasn't the conniving jerk who had tried to kidnap their daughter all those years ago.
As he stepped toward Natalia's door, he cordially nodded her way, said a polite goodbye to both her and Olivia, and quietly slipped out into the reception area of the suite of offices. Though disappointed, he walked with purpose. Someday Olivia would trust him again. He had no other choice but to believe that, because anything less was simply unbearable. But for now, he would bide his time, and pay his penance. It was the least he could do, given all that he had done to sully her trust in him.
Monday, May 4, 2009… Natalia's Office, The Beacon—10:45 a.m. Central Daylight Time
Brushing her mistrust of Phillip aside, Olivia offered Jen a wan smile. "I owe you an apology," she said. "If I had put all the pieces together before last night, I would've been a little more tactful in my comments about Phillip." Somewhere in her fading memory of more intimate moments with Phillip, she remembered him telling her the story of how his childhood friend Jake Morgan had been killed in a crash—the result of a drunken teenaged driver. Though she knew how Jen's late husband had died, she simply had never connected the two of them to that same incident. "I know now that he and Jake were close friends."
"You're not the only one who's finally putting all the pieces together," Jen commented. "It just dawned on me last night that he's Emma's dad. I don't know why it took me so long—I knew you were a Spaulding once upon a time."
"Twice upon a time, actually," Olivia corrected, ruefully.
"Once just wasn't enough, huh?" Jen said, dryly.
"Apparently not," Olivia sighed. "And I should've known better. Phillip and Alan are sorry excuses for Prince Charming, and there was no fairytale ending either time." Her tone spoke of wry sarcasm.
Jen nodded. "Seems like you've found your fairytale ending this time," she smiled.
Olivia glanced at Natalia, and a spontaneous smile trickled across her lips. "Yes, I did," she said, decidedly.
Natalia's arms slipped around Olivia's waist, and she lightly kissed her lover's cheek. "As did I," she whispered against Olivia's ear.
It was Tracy's turn to start connecting the dots. "Wait a minute," she said, recalling a conversation from months prior. "I thought your former husbands were brothers." Her tone asked the question.
"They were," Olivia confirmed. "Gus was Alan Spaulding's son."
Tracy glanced at Natalia. "So you were a Spaulding too?"
"An Aitoro, actually," Natalia corrected. For about a split second, she thought fleetingly; though she felt no regret. "Gus never took Alan's name. But yes, Rafe and I were a part of the Spaulding family."
"Wow, it really is a small world, isn't it?" Tracy mused.
"A little too small for my tastes, at least in this instance," Natalia said, wryly.
"Ha! Isn't that the truth?" Olivia muttered caustically.
Glancing at Olivia, Natalia brushed her fingers against Olivia's cheek. "It's the one reason I'm glad this baby is Frank's and not Gus's," she confessed. "The thought of Alan interfering the way he did with Rafe…"
Moving closer, Olivia wrapped her arms around Natalia's waist. She understood—they had talked at length about Natalia's wish that it could have been Gus's child that she carried, rather than Frank's. She had shared with Olivia how after Gus's death, she had desperately wished that he had gotten her pregnant the last time they were together—the night he came home smelling of Olivia's perfume, and took her with such passion. Irrationally, Natalia felt almost as if Olivia would have been a part of the child's conception then. But given the potential for Alan's interference, they had both agreed it was for the better that she hadn't gotten pregnant that night. And besides, Olivia had pointed out, given that Natalia had been fantasizing about her when she was with Frank, it really was like she had been a part of the child's conception, figuratively speaking, anyway.
Lightly, Olivia caressed Natalia's belly. "I know, Sweetheart," she murmured against Natalia's ear.
Flummoxed, Tracy's attention was drawn to Natalia. "Frankie's baby?"
Equally surprised by the familiarity in Tracy's tone, Natalia eyed her with intense curiosity. "You know Frank Cooper, aside from the night he helped us with Diane Martin?"
Tracy nodded and grinned. "Yeah, my dad and his brothers grew up with Frankie. I've known him my whole life."
"This world just keeps getting smaller and smaller," Natalia commented, dryly. She brushed her melancholy aside. "Do me a favor?"
"Anything," Tracy said.
"Don't say anything to him, okay?" Natalia hedged. "I haven't had a chance to tell him yet."
Nodding, Tracy assured, "Not a word unless he mentions it to me first."
"Thank you," Natalia said, appreciatively.
Once the novelty of Natalia's announcement wore off, Jen returned to their original conversation.
"Anyway, about Phillip," she said.
"Yes. Phillip," Olivia said, coolly. She knew they needed to address the issue, but talking about him unnerved her almost as much as talking to him.
"I've known him for a number of years," Jen commented without judgment. "And I've always known him to be a good man." Pausing, she noted the tension in Olivia's jaw, and lifted a hand to calm her. "But I also know the awful things he did to you, so I don't blame you for being wary of him."
"I used to know that good man," Olivia shared. There was a hint of sorrow in her tone for the loss of who he once was to her. "I hope someday I'll see him again. I want to be able to trust him, but I think a part of me will always be wary that he'll lose touch with reality again."
Jen and Tracy nodded their understanding. There was really nothing they could say to that, because Olivia's fears were real, and as mothers, in their way of thinking, justified.
It was in that moment that Natalia finally caught a glimpse of the true depth and nature of Olivia's fear. She didn't hate him—she was truly fearful of his mental and emotional stability. She made a mental note of her own to talk with Olivia about that later. To apologize to her for her own lack of understanding, and to vow allegiance to her partner's decisions, despite her own gut instinct that Phillip truly was reformed.
Their conversation with Jen and Tracy drew to a close soon thereafter, and Olivia escorted them into her office to meet Grayson. Once introductions were made, she and Natalia took their leave, and headed down the hallway toward to conference room to meet with Lena, Bianca, and a roomful of attorneys. The birth of BGRC was imminent, and they were all excited to watch it take place.
Later that night, the four women would celebrate together—toasting the formation of a corporation that would see them through good times and bad, and provide for their families for generations to come.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009… Olivia's Office, The Beacon—9:30 a.m. Central Daylight Time
"You sure you don't want me to come with you?" Olivia rounded the corner of her desk, making her way toward Natalia.
Having finally summoned the resolve to go see Frank, Natalia shook her head. "I'm not sure of anything, except that I want to be with you," she said, honestly.
Gently, Olivia's fingertips brushed Natalia's face. "Well, that's good, because more than anything, I want to be with you, too."
"I'm glad," Natalia said, softly. And then she released a sigh of resignation. "As much as I want you with me, I need to talk with Frank alone," she said, ruefully.
"I know," Olivia conceded, though she didn't like it one bit. She stepped into Natalia, her hands instinctively grasping Natalia's trim waist, as she rested their foreheads together. She wondered how it would feel; holding her this way, once their baby began making its presence more obvious. It was something she was looking very forward to finding out. "Call if you need me, okay? I can be there in five minutes."
"You worry far too much," Natalia said, lightly.
"Me? Worry?" Olivia's tone held a passiveness she did not feel.
"Yes, you," Natalia teased. "But I love you for it." Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to Olivia's lips.
"Nah," Olivia said, dismissively. "Remember me? I'm breezy."
Natalia chuckled, her long dark tresses cascading down her back as she casually draped her arms around Olivia's neck. "Yeah, you're breezy all right," she teased. "The full of hot air kind of breezy."
"I suppose that's better than being full of something else," Olivia grinned.
"Yes, I suppose." Natalia's wry comment was accompanied by an eye roll. "Now would you hush up, and just kiss me again, before I have to go."
It was neither suggestion nor request, and Olivia willingly complied.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009… Company—10:00 a.m. Central Daylight Time
Thanks to her time in Buzz Cooper's employ, Natalia knew that Frank had a routine—he came into Company for coffee every morning at ten thirty, sharp. The man was nothing, if not predictable, and Natalia was counting on that as she walked the relatively short distance between the Beacon and the Cooper family restaurant. She was nervous beyond comprehension, and loath to tell him of her pregnancy. Though she knew it was necessary, she did not want to have this conversation with him. Didn't want to invite him into this world she shared with Olivia. She knew it was selfish, but it was a mere moment's indiscretion that had made him a father, not a love of any kind, and she didn't want his intrusion into the happiness she shared with Olivia as they made a home and a family for the baby she was carrying.
Again, she cursed the cowardice that had led to her indiscretion, and wished for the thousandth time in the twelve days since she had learned of her pregnancy, that by some miracle this child could have been Gus's. It wasn't that she wanted his child; rather that she wanted the child she carried to truly belong to only her and Olivia. And that would never be the case with Frank in the picture.
Pausing just outside the door, Natalia drew in a steadying breath, and self-consciously smoothed the invisible wrinkles from her silvery-gray suit jacket. A paradoxical shiver of heat flashed through her body as she recalled the intensity of Olivia's gaze on her that morning in their bedroom—and the subsequent encounter that had left them both breathless, and wishing they didn't have to leave for work in twenty minutes.
Willfully, she pushed the image aside. Countering the flush on her cheeks, reached for the door handle, and strode inside with an air of confidence she did not feel.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009… Olivia's Office, The Beacon—10:00 a.m. Central Daylight Time
Meanwhile, over at the Beacon, Doris dropped in to give Olivia the good news—she had finally come out to Ashlee, and surprisingly, all had gone well.
"Well, it's about damned time you bit the bullet," Olivia declared. She couldn't hold back the grin that tickled at the corners of her mouth.
Ignoring the sarcasm in the hotelier's comment, Doris admitted that it had been the company at dinner on Sunday evening that gave her the courage to finally tell Ashlee the truth. "Being with all of you felt… right," she shared. "It felt like coming home."
Olivia smiled. "It feels that way to me, too," she admitted. "I mean, Natalia is home to me, but it feels good, knowing I have friends who understand, and who have my back, you know?"
"I do know," Doris declared. Olivia would probably never fully understand how well Doris could relate, but it didn't matter. Finally, she felt safe to be herself. Relaxing then, in the security of Olivia's friendship, she opened up further, sharing about how she and Ashlee had actually spent a good deal of time together on Monday evening. After having dinner together at their favorite restaurant, they returned to Doris's place for after-dinner drinks and conversation. They talked so late into the night that Ashlee had agreed to spend the night at home for the first time in ages, and Doris had awoken to breakfast being served to her in bed—an early Mother's Day gift, Ashlee had declared.
Before they could continue their conversation, Lena was knocking on Olivia's office door. Apologizing for the interruption, Olivia explained that they had a strategy meeting planned that morning.
Doris expressed her understanding, and attempted to excuse herself from the conversation; but knowing that Doris possessed insight into the dealings of Morgan Financial because of her previous marriage to Alan Spaulding, Olivia asked her to stay.
Willingly, Doris obliged, and they spent the next half hour discussing Olivia's plan of action for taking over Morgan Financial, effectively placing Preston Morgan in a chokehold. Doris shared what knowledge she had, and drew from their knowledge-base, as well. In the end, she was more than impressed with the plan, and with the two women who were orchestrating the entire deal.
Finally, with the promise from Olivia of a proper "coming out" celebration once an appropriate drinking hour arrived, Doris excused herself, and made her way back toward the courthouse, leaving the two business tycoons to further strategize the takeover of one of the largest financial services corporations in the country. Their victory, she knew, would be delicious.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009… Company—10:15 a.m. Central Daylight Time
Declining the proffered cup of coffee upon her entrance at Company, Natalia climbed up on the barstool, and bided her time by making small talk with Buzz. She was nervous, and chatting with him helped to ease her tension. He asked with a grin how things were going with Olivia, and Natalia blushed as she admitted how happy they were. When he asked about their trip to Martha's Vineyard, Natalia regaled him with stories of their adventures, and he laughed at the image of Emma chasing Olivia with a piglet. And when the subject of Olivia's health came up, Natalia assured him that she was taking good care of his old friend, and happily reported that all was well. Olivia was even taking her meds without complaint, and jogging daily with her friend Lena, much to Natalia's delight.
She had never looked more beautiful, more radiant, to him, and the more they talked, the more Buzz remembered just exactly what it was that made Natalia so special. And though he was sad that his son had lost out on this magnificent woman, he was more than pleased for Olivia's good fortune—and for Natalia's, as well. He held no illusions when it came to Olivia Spencer—who and what she was—but he also knew that what Olivia needed was someone who could not only understand her, but love and accept her completely. Natalia Rivera was that person, and Buzz could not have been happier for the two of them.
Time passed quickly as Natalia chatted with Buzz, and before she knew it Frank was ambling in through the front door. "Natalia, hi!" His face wore that goofy grin as he approached her, and Natalia felt her insides churn with apprehension. "What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk, Frank," Natalia said, her tone devoid of any emotion. Sensing the gravity of the impending conversation, Buzz skittered away to the kitchen.
"Uh, sure," Frank hesitated. He poured himself a cup of coffee, and offered one to Natalia. When she declined, he turned his attention toward the dining room. "Do you, um…" He gestured toward one of the booths. "Do you wanna grab a seat?"
Natalia nodded, and moved toward the booth at the far end of the room. As much as she loathed the idea of being secluded with him, they needed privacy.
He slid into the booth across from her, and clasped his hands together. "So, uh, so what's up?"
"I'm pregnant," Natalia blurted out. She saw no sense in beating around the bush. The sooner she told him, the quicker she could make her escape, and get back to Olivia.
Completely taken aback, Frank blinked; his face, expressionless. "Are you, uh, well, are you… happy about it?"
"Yeah—" Natalia smiled, and tilted her head. "Are you happy?" She stressed the part about him.
Frank looked confused, and perhaps a bit bewildered. "Well, uh, I mean… if you are…"
"Good—" Natalia offered a nervous grin, wondering just exactly how dim a man could be.
Shrugging, Frank nodded his head, as the awkwardness between them grew. "Good," he parroted. Reaching across the table, he squeezed her hand. "Congratulations… you're a Mama again," he said, supportively.
"Congratulations," she said to him in response. The tension thickened, as she awaited any sort of reaction whatsoever. But the lack of comprehension on Frank's face was laughable, and Natalia had a hard time holding back.
"You're sure you're happy?" Natalia nodded her head as she spoke, hoping to prompt a positive response.
Shaking his head, Frank shrugged again. Why was his reaction so important to her, he wondered. He was so confused he didn't know which end was up. "Yeah… Uh, yeah…"
"Okay," Natalia said, hesitantly. Apparently, she was going to have to hit him over the head with it. "Well, good, 'cause… y'know, you're the father."
Frank just stared at her, dumbfounded. Several minutes passed, and finally, he rubbed his hands together in that annoying way of his. "Wow… a baby."
"Yep—" Natalia released an anxious laugh. "A baby." Despite herself, she smiled at the thought. As much as she didn't want Frank in her life, she did want this child. "Can you believe it?"
She looked so beautiful sitting there across from him, that Frank could barely get his bearings. Did this mean she would finally agree to marry him? Olivia wasn't there—maybe there was hope.
Opening his mouth, he grappled for words. "I… I'm just still trying to process the whole thing. I mean… I mean, obviously, I wanna be there for you, and… and for the baby. You know that, right?"
Natalia nodded. "Um-hmm," she said, quietly. "I was sure that you would be, and I'm glad. I don't want this child to grow up without a father the way Rafe did."
Frank was nodding in response. "Hey, look, we'll uh… we'll do whatever you think. You know, we'll, we'll get married, and…"
Rolling her eyes, Natalia bit back an uncharacteristically sarcastic response, as Frank droned on.
"We'll raise the baby and…" Finally, he sensed her hesitation, and changed course. "I mean… if you come up with another plan then, you know, we can do that too. You know, whatever you think. I-I-I want… I want you to be happy," he declared.
"I am happy, Frank, and my plans haven't changed," Natalia said, firmly. "Olivia and I are together, in every sense of the word, and this baby doesn't change that. I want to raise this child with her," she said, clearly outlining her plan. "Of course, you're the baby's father, and I want you to be a part of his or her life. But I belong with Olivia, and no matter what happens, I always will."
"That's um, that's some plan." Frank's tone told Natalia he was annoyed, but she simply didn't care. Olivia was her priority, and nothing would ever change that.
"Yeah, it's perfect," Natalia declared with a dimpled smile.
"So, that's uh, that's your plan for me." Frank emphasized the part about himself.
"Yes," Natalia said, resolutely. "I understand that it's unusual, but I really feel like it's in the best interest of the baby."
"Actually, I don't think it is in the best interest of the baby," Frank disagreed. "Or anybody else's, for that matter."
Refusing to allow Frank to dictate terms to her, Natalia attempted to reason with him. "You and Eleni didn't raise Marina together, and she turned out fine."
Frank had to admit she was correct—he was quite proud of his daughter. "Yes, she did," he nodded. "But that doesn't mean it was in her best interest for her parents to be apart." Eleni's decision to leave him still burned in his soul.
"Perhaps not, Frank," Natalia agreed. "But that's life. You and Eleni made your choices, just as I have made mine. Even if I weren't with Olivia, I still wouldn't be with you," she said, gently. "I don't mean to hurt you, but that's the truth."
Flustered, Frank attempted to regain control. "Well, you know, um…" He sighed. "Natalia, I'm… I'm gonna have to think about this."
"Okay," Natalia replied, coolly. Frank could think about it all he wanted; it wouldn't change anything. But she knew from Olivia's dealings with Phillip that putting a man on the defensive when it came to his child just simply wasn't prudent. And so she allowed him the illusion of choice—for the time being. "Good. You think about it, and you call me. Okay?"
She didn't wait for a response. Instead, she stood from her seat, and gently touched his shoulder as she walked past, leaving him to his thoughts, as she made her way toward the door, and ultimately back into Olivia's arms where she belonged.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009… Olivia's Office, The Beacon—10:45 a.m. Central Daylight Time
After Doris's visit, Olivia and Lena sat down to business, busily strategizing their play against Preston Morgan. Both women had called in favors from their personal contacts and made inroads with various financiers, both locally and across the globe. Doris had even thrown her financial backing into the game, though her involvement would remain anonymous, and her funding would be channeled through a corporation that could not be traced back to her, lest it appear that the good mayor of Springfield was gunning for one of her own former financial backers. What she would lose in contributions from him, she would surely make up for elsewhere, the Mayor presumed, knowing Olivia Spencer's penchant for loyalty toward those who supported her.
Thanks to their joint efforts, it hadn't taken long for them to arrange the funding required to pull off their planned takeover of Morgan Financial. It would be quick and painless—at least for them. Preston Morgan, on the other hand, would be feeling the pain for years to come.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009… Company—11:15 a.m. Central Daylight Time
Lingering in the back booth, Frank brooded over his supposed loss; the forgotten cup of coffee, now practically ice cold. Sensing the tension, Buzz had kept his distance for a good while after Natalia's exit, but the longer Frank sat there, the deeper his concern for his son grew.
Approaching the booth with caution, coffee carafe in hand, Buzz broke the silence with the offer of a warm-up.
Shaking his head, Frank declined the offer, and continued to sulk.
"Is there something I can help you with, Frank?" Buzz asked, not knowing what else to do.
"Natalia's pregnant, Pop," Frank sighed.
"Well, that's great news." Buzz's declaration was accompanied by a broad smile. "She and Olivia are both great mothers, so that'll be one lucky kid."
When Frank groaned in response, Buzz backpedaled. "Look, I'm sorry, son. I know you're having a hard time accepting their relationship, but you really need to get over it."
"Yeah, well, I may have to accept that they're together, but I don't want Olivia raising my kid," Frank snapped.
"Your kid?" Buzz sank down into the booth across from Frank, setting the carafe on the table between them. "Shit." Now it made sense why Natalia hadn't mentioned it to him when they talked earlier.
"Exactly."
"But… you and Natalia only dated for a split second, and that was…" Buzz calculated in his head, "months ago." He sounded as confused as Frank felt.
"Apparently, it only takes once," Frank said, flippantly. Then he felt like an ass. "Don't get me wrong, Pop. I'm not sorry about the baby. I'm just not okay with the idea of Natalia raising my kid with Olivia."
"They're solid, Frankie," Buzz reported. "You're gonna have to find a way to be okay with that."
"And what if I can't?" Frank snapped.
"I don't think you have a choice," Buzz said, bluntly. He knew Olivia Spencer far better than his son did, and he knew that she would fight like a tigress protecting her cub if Frank ever threatened what was hers—and Natalia and this child were definitely hers. He didn't have to hear it from her, to know that.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009… Olivia's Suite, the Beacon—11:15 a.m. Central Daylight Time
As Natalia walked back toward the Beacon, she called Olivia to fill her in on the conversation with Frank. Needless to say, Olivia wasn't exactly pleased with Frank's response, but Natalia was her primary concern, and for the time being, Natalia was satisfied with the status quo.
Knowing that Olivia was displeased, Natalia thought it best to spend some time alone with her before reengaging with Lena and Bianca. She suggested that they meet in Olivia's suite, and then catch up with the others for lunch at Watershed a bit later.
Never one to pass on an opportunity to be alone with Natalia, Olivia agreed, and they actually met in the main lobby just outside the elevators. Perfect timing. Reaching out, Natalia took Olivia's hand in her own, giving it a gentle squeeze, accompanied by a reassuring smile.
"I should be the one reassuring you," Olivia said, as she cast a sheepish glance toward her lover.
"You do," Natalia said, in quiet declaration, as she turned into Olivia's body. Gently, she touched Olivia's face. "With every look. Every touch." She brushed their lips together, whispering, "Every breath."
"You give me too much credit," Olivia said with a humble air that belied her characteristically boastful demeanor.
Natalia shook her head. "On the contrary—you expect too little," she countered.
Olivia's heart swelled in her chest. She hadn't a clue as to why this incredible woman loved her so much, but she had no intention of trying to talk her out of it. "I could say the same of you," she murmured against Natalia's ear.
"Touché," Natalia grinned.
The elevator dinged, interrupting the moment, and slowly, the doors glided open. Smiling, Olivia stepped aside to allow several guests to exit before guiding Natalia inside.
Once the doors closed again, leaving them secluded in the elevator, she turned toward Natalia, her fingertips brushing Natalia's cheek with affection. "I'm sorry things didn't go so well with Frank," she comforted.
"I'm not worried," Natalia said, confidently. "He'll come around."
"You sound awfully certain of that," Olivia grinned.
"I am," Natalia declared, with the firm nod of her head.
"How?" Olivia wondered aloud.
Dimples bloomed, as Natalia's arms casually encircled Olivia's neck. "Because I have faith," she said, simply.
Olivia just smiled at her in wonder, as she stepped closer, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. "That's one of the things I love most about you," she murmured, before covering Natalia's mouth with her own.
By the time they reached the door to Olivia's suite, talking was the last thing on their minds. As they entered the suite, Natalia turned and paused. Stealthily, she slipped the giant wooden "Z" that served as the Beacon's signature "Do Not Disturb" symbol on the outer doorknob. Those wooden symbols had always amused Natalia—leave it to Olivia to find a way to showcase her flair for the unique even in something so small, and seemingly insignificant. It was Olivia's flair for other unique things that had Natalia smiling as she closed the door, locking it with deliberate intent.
The click of the lock caused Olivia's breath to hitch in her chest. Her mind reeled, unable to reconcile the sensations coursing through her body. She was accustomed to being in control, to being the one to leave another breathless with anticipation.
The expression in Natalia's eyes was feral, as she reached for the snap on Olivia's jeans. She loved it when Olivia wore jeans to work. Not that she didn't think her suits were sexy as hell, but there was just something about Olivia Spencer's ass in a pair of jeans. She had been watching it the entire time they were walking down the hallway.
A sexy grin teased at Olivia's lips as she stilled Natalia's fumbling fingers. "As much as I'd love to, we don't have for that right now. Lena and Bianca are expecting us."
Natalia's teeth were nibbling at Olivia's ear, her tongue licking the outer rim. "It only took a few seconds in the shower," she said, reminding her of the way they started their morning.
Soft, full lips quirked into a roguish grin. "You sound awfully proud of yourself, Ms. Rivera," Olivia said with a teasing lilt.
"Oh, I am, Ms. Spencer." Natalia's response fell out on a low, sultry laugh, and it made Olivia's pulse quicken. Forcing down the rumble of desire, she pulled Natalia impossibly closer.
"God, Liv, you were so ready for me."
Delivered on a purr, the vivid reminder sent another jolt of desire through Olivia's body. "I'm always ready for you," she groaned.
Olivia's reaction was strong enough for Natalia to feel the effects, and her own body readied in response. "I know you want it," she whispered throatily, as she tucked her fingers beneath the front of designer jeans. "Just let me…"
"What about…" Protest effectively halted by the stroking of Natalia's fingertips against her already swollen clit, Olivia released a guttural moan.
"Lena and Bianca are having lunch with the girls at Watershed," Natalia said, answering the unfinished question. "I told them to go ahead without us."
An eyebrow arched. "When did you manage that?"
"On that walk back over here," Natalia announced, with a proud smirk. "With this fancy new phone you bought me, I can talk and text at the same time, you know." Her tone held a teasing lilt.
Pleased that Natalia had taken to the idea of a smart phone without a fight, Olivia suppressed a grin. "I'm impressed."
"You should be," Natalia flirted. "And I'm sure you'll be even more impressed with what I have planned for you this afternoon."
A desirous smile twitched on Olivia's lips, as hungry eyes caressed her body. "With all those pregnancy hormones at work, I have to wonder… are you just using me for sex?"
Dark eyes flickered with undeniable passion. "God I hope so," Natalia exhaled breathlessly. "And soon!" She followed the comment with the claiming of Olivia's mouth in a demanding kiss, as her hands scrambled to remove Olivia's clothing. "Now, shut up, and help me get these clothes off, so I can get my hands on you," she commanded against Olivia's mouth.
Amused, Olivia grinned. "I love it when you get bossy," she husked, as her fingers swiftly complied with Natalia's demands.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009… Front Desk, the Beacon—11:30 a.m. Central Daylight Time
"Where are the Boss Ladies?" Jen asked, as Lena and Bianca approached the front desk with their girls.
Tracy, who was on hold with the Beacon florist placing an order for a guest, glanced up. "Yeah, I haven't seen them all day."
"They're taking five upstairs in Olivia's suite," Lena reported with a mischievous grin.
Thanking the clerk at the florist's shop, Tracy barely terminated the call before a husky laugh fell from her lips. "Something tells me that five is in hours, not minutes."
Lena laughed heartily, remembering how insatiable Bianca had been when they first started having sex. Not that her libido had changed much since then, much to Lena's delight. "Something tells me you're correct."
"Care to join us for lunch at Watershed?" Bianca invited. "I have a feeling we're about to be stood up."
"Can you give us thirty?" Jen requested. "Our lunch break is at noon."
"Perfect," Lena declared.
"Absolutely," Bianca agreed. "We'll take the girls out to the playground for a bit, and meet you then."
"Sounds like a plan," Tracy finalized, before turning her attention back to the phones.
Lena and Bianca focused on their girls then, chattering with them as they made their way through the lobby, and out the front door. They would reconvene with Jen and Tracy in Watershed in thirty minutes, certain that they would have two very hungry little ones on their hands by then.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009… Olivia's Suite, the Beacon—2:30 p.m. Central Daylight Time
"I think we missed lunch," Natalia casually commented, as she lingered, naked in Olivia's arms. They were lazing in bed, simply enjoying one another's presence after making love.
Olivia's fingernails gently scraped along Natalia's spine. "Sweetheart, I think we're half way to missing dinner at this point," she teased.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Natalia said, drolly. She brushed her lips against Olivia's, and then scattered kisses along the taut cord of muscles in Olivia's neck, delighting in the way her lover's pulse jumped beneath her mouth.
"Not in the least," Olivia declared. "But aren't you getting hungry? You're eating for two now, you know."
Olivia's concern was evident in her tone, and it made Natalia feel treasured. She kissed Olivia's mouth again—this time, lingering. "I love you," she whispered as their lips finally parted.
"Well, that's good," Olivia declared, "because I love you too." Shifting slightly, she pulled Natalia on top of her, and reached for the bedside telephone in one fluid motion.
Instinctively, Natalia's hips slipped into place between Olivia's legs, their bodies fitting together in perfect accord. A soft groan fell from Natalia's lips, as she felt Olivia's wetness against her belly.
The response elicited a sharply arched eyebrow from Olivia. She knew exactly what that sound meant. "Now behave yourself for a minute, while I order us a snack."
"You're lying here naked beneath me, and you want me to behave?" Natalia sounded positively appalled at the very notion.
"Yes—," Olivia said, firmly.
Natalia sighed. "Fine," she grumped. "Nothing too heavy, okay? I wouldn't want to spoil dinner."
A roguish grin trickled across Olivia's lips as she pressed the receiver against her upper chest. "And just what exactly is on the menu?"
Releasing a soft laugh, Natalia leaned down. "Well, this is the appetizer," she whispered, as she nibbled on Olivia's ear.
"Oh, really?" Olivia sounded rather intrigued. "And what's the main course?"
"Pot roast," Natalia announced, straight-faced. "It's in the slow cooker at home."
Olivia laughed. "Tease," she accused, as she placed the receiver against her other ear and tapped the room service button.
"No worries, Honey. I promise you a private dessert later tonight," Natalia intoned.
"I'll hold you to it," Olivia declared with a grin. And then she was busily ordering their afternoon snack, while Natalia occupied herself with the sweet coral-tipped little nugget at the center of Olivia's right breast—it was begging for her attention, and she simply could not resist.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009… Olivia's Office, the Beacon—3:45 p.m. Central Daylight Time
By the time Jen and Tracy had finished with Grayson the afternoon prior, Olivia and Natalia had been locked in the conference room with Lena, Bianca, and their gaggle of attorneys for the better part of two hours. Jen left a note on Olivia's desk, letting her know they would fill her in on the details of their meeting the following morning, and she and Tracy made their way home for the afternoon.
They popped in to Olivia's office at first opportunity the following afternoon to make good on the promise. Their plan of action was solid, Jen reported, and Grayson was certain that they would prevail. Still, Jen had to admit she was grateful knowing that Olivia and Lena were planning their own counterattack, just in case.
The conversation turned toward business then, and pressing her palms together, Olivia rested her joined index fingers against her lips, as if contemplating. "Listen, I'm actually glad the two of you are here," she said with firm conviction. "I have a proposal for you." She hadn't intended on bringing the subject up so quickly, but the opportunity had presented itself, and she decided to go with her instincts.
Tracy looked surprised, while Jen appeared to be excited, and both of them were curious. "What's on your mind?" Jen asked, with an air of casualness she did not feel.
"Well, with a new baby, Natalia will be out for at least a little while," Olivia noted.
Jen and Tracy nodded in unison.
"And I'd like to take some time off to be home with her and the kids," Olivia continued. "Several weeks, at least, maybe more, depending upon how things are going with BGRC." She would still be hands-on with the new corporation, but not with the day-to-day operations at the Beacon. She paused for a moment, and then said, "I'd like to train the two of you to take over while we're out. Natalia and I have talked about it at length, and we agree, you're the perfect team."
Once they had retired the evening prior, they had actually managed to have a productive conversation. They discussed the pros and cons of bringing Jen and Tracy into management positions, and ultimately decided it was the best course of action. Natalia had even tentatively brought up the subject of going to college, and immediately, Olivia had expressed her full support.
And then, instinctively, Natalia expressed self-doubt. "When do I have time, Liv?" she asked rhetorically. She sighed; wishing she hadn't brought it up at all. It made her nervous. What if she failed? And so the excuses began. "Between taking care of Emma, worrying about Rafe being safe in prison, and our schedule at the Beacon, we barely have time for one another away from the office now. And we're having a baby!" she argued. "You know how much time and attention babies require, Liv. I just… I don't wanna give up any of the time I have with you…"
Sensing Natalia's frustration rising, Olivia sought to alleviate at least a little of it. "Natalia, if it's time you're concerned about, you know you don't have to work anymore," she stated bluntly. "I assure you, Sweetheart; I can more than take care of this family."
"It's not your job to take care of me, Olivia," Natalia argued.
"Oh, would you just swallow that damned stubborn pride of yours for once, and let me take care of you!" Olivia fumed; aggravated by the woman's continuing insistence upon keeping their finances separate.
Natalia sighed discontentedly; frustration finally getting the better of her. "I already swallowed my pride once, Olivia—when I quit my jobs at Company and Farley's," she reminded. "It was hard enough for me to rely on you for help when I left those jobs. I'm not quitting the Beacon," she stated adamantly.
Olivia drew in a deep breath, attempting to calm her frazzled nerves. Then, reaching out, she took Natalia's hand in her own. "Don't you know by now, that money means nothing to me anymore?" she asked rhetorically; searching those dark eyes. "I would give up every last cent I have, to be with you," she whispered.
Natalia quieted down; calmed by the flowing sea of green in Olivia's eyes. "I know," she whispered. "I just… I don't want anyone to ever have a reason to say I'm with you for your money," she quietly confessed.
"Is that what this incessant argument has been about all these months?" Olivia asked; realization dawning.
Natalia nodded her head in confirmation.
"Look, Sweetheart, I highly doubt anyone would be fool enough to utter such idiocy," Olivia said, reassuringly. "But if they did, I can assure you, when I'm finished with them, they'll never repeat it." Her ire receded then, and she pulled Natalia close against her body. "I want you to know that staying home with this baby is an option for you, if you want it. And I won't push you when it comes to school either, okay?" she said, gently. "If you do this, if you decide to stay home, or to go to school, or to do both, I want it to be because it's what you want, and not because you're trying to please me."
Nodding, Natalia relaxed into the comfort and safety of Olivia's embrace, simply allowing her lover to hold her. This was a feeling she had never experienced with anyone before—that simple knowing she had a partner who would support her in anything, who would be there for her through it all. It was enough to make her cry.
Ultimately, they had agreed that Natalia would take at least three months off of work, and after that, if she decided she would rather stay at home with the new baby—a luxury that she had not been afforded with Rafe—then Olivia would be completely supportive of her decision. Olivia would also be supportive of her if she decided to go to college. There would always be a place for her at BGRC, if and when she wanted to return, and in the meantime, Jen and Tracy would be groomed to take over the daily operations at the Beacon, if they agreed to Olivia's intended proposal.
Natalia had been more than receptive to the idea of staying home—at least for a while. She knew it would take time to adjust, but she really wanted that time with their baby. So much time had been lost with Rafe, and she didn't want to repeat that with another child, if it wasn't necessary. Olivia had assured her, once again, that she would never have to worry about money, and this time, Natalia had been accepting, rather than prideful. It was true what she had said to Olivia the weekend prior—Olivia had shown her that letting her partner take care of her sometimes, didn't make her weak, it made them strong as a couple. She had simply forgotten that for a moment.
"Are you serious?" Jen was astounded by the offer. Tracy looked equally as taken aback; though they were both quite flattered, and admittedly, inwardly excited by the prospect.
Olivia released a soft laugh. "Yes, I'm serious," she assured. "I'll keep an ongoing presence in the major decisions, along with Lena, but I'd like to turn the day-to-day operations over to the two of you. You'll both be cross-trained in my position and Natalia's, and you would work as a co-management team. No boss-employee hierarchy," she explained, already assuming their acceptance. It was simply the way one did business—assume the sale. "If there's something you can't settle, I'll be the deciding vote, but honestly, I don't see it ever coming to that. You've both demonstrated good business sense, and I think the fact that you tend to view things from different perspectives is a strength, not a weakness." She had faith in them and their ability to settle differing opinions. The success of their personal relationship was proof enough of that.
"That sounds fantastic," Tracy declared with enthusiasm.
"It truly does, Olivia," Jen echoed. "It's a once in a lifetime opportunity. Thank you." Her tone held deep sincerity.
Smiling, Olivia said, "I'm guessing by your responses that the answer will be yes, but I want you to take some time, think it over, okay? Make sure it's the best decision for you both, personally and professionally." If things worked out as she anticipated they would, Olivia could see making the transition permanent, so that she could focus exclusively on BGRC and their proposed expansion sites. If and when Natalia decided to return to work—Olivia had no doubt that at some point she would—her place would be beside Olivia at the corporate office, rather than at the Beacon.
Two heads were nodding, and both Jen and Tracy were voicing their agreement. "We will," Jen said, as Tracy was saying, "Thank you," once again.
"Excellent," Olivia declared. She looked rather pleased.
And from there the conversation turned personal again, continuing until they were interrupted by Lena, who had dropped in to let Olivia know she and Bianca were taking the girls, including Emma, back to the farmhouse.
Olivia nodded her thanks, and announced that she and Natalia wouldn't be far behind. With that, Jen and Tracy excused themselves, noting that they needed to collect the boys and head home for the evening. They thanked Olivia again for the offers, and advised that they would see her first thing in the morning to let her know their decision.
TBC… in Chapter 12.8…