Anniversary Party Part II-The Uninvited Guest
"Misty what are you doing here?" Lincoln asks stepping a bit closer to her.
"What are you…. no one invited you here." Lincoln remarks upset that she had crashed Darryl Sr's and Paula's party.
Misty lets out a bitter laugh. "Misty? You're still doing that." She touches her chest. "I am your mother." She declares firmly. "And you calling me by my first name is not going to change that."
She then rolls her eyes at her son. "And I invited myself." She says curtly. She then goes over and grabs a glass of champagne off of a tray and heads back to the center of the room.
"I had to, considering that you kept ignoring my calls. Shame on you for that by the way." She admonishes him. She then turns and indicates to Summer.
"I sent a few texts to your rich wifey over there. And I got a couple of responds back, about..." Misty moves her shoulders and pauses speaking for a moment. "Oh, saying stuff like I have to talk to Lincoln." Misty shakes her head and takes a sip of the champagne and looks at Lincoln, raising her eyebrow.
"Did the missus talk to you?" She asks. "Or did she keep those texts a secret from you?"
Summer eyes widen and her and Lincoln look at each other.
"I was aware that you reached out to my wife." He tells Misty. "And I did see your calls, but I…I didn't want to talk to you."
Misty shakes her head and scowls. "Because you don't care about me!" She exclaims angrily. She looks around the room and focuses her attention on the rest of the Lattimores who were standing together. She points at them. "You care more about them than me. And I'm your own blood." She declares intensely.
"I have a lot going on, and I didn't really want to talk with you right mow. I'm not trying to entertain whatever drama you want to involve me in." Lincoln says firmly.
Misty takes another sip of her champagne. "Right." She comments. She then walks over to a table and puts her drink down. She comes back over to Lincoln. "You just can't stand me and my drama." She says sarcastically. She also uses quotation marks when she says the word drama. She gestures with her hands.
"I mean, how do you even know that there is any drama going on?" She asks. "Maybe I just wanted to talk with you." She says looking at him. "I mean I know you're having a baby…." She looks at him a bit intensely. "And I would like to get to know my grandchild." She says.
Lincoln sighs and crosses his arms. He rubs his face. "You want to get to know your grandchild?" He asks skeptically. "You didn't even want to get to know me!" He exclaims, his voice getting a bit loud. He gestures towards her. "If you did you wouldn't have floated in and out of my life." He remarks honestly.
Misty sighs. "I've had some issues you know that, but I've tried to make amends, but every time, I've tried... you pushed me away." She claims in a frustrated manner. "How can I make amends when you won't even give me a chance to do so?" She complains.
"Well for starters you don't crash my parent's anniversary party." Lincoln says. He shakes his head at her. "You don't do something like that and take a special moment that my siblings and I planned for them to make it about yourself." He sighs. "That is not the way to get me to talk to you Misty."
Misty closes her eyes and shivers. "I can't stand it when you call me Misty." She opens her eyes. "I just can't."
"Well, you've never been around long enough for me to call you mom and I have a mom." Lincoln indicates to Paula who was watching this drama unfold and was upset and annoyed by Misty's behavior. "That woman over there who finished raising me and has loved me for a large chunk of my life is." Lincoln declares.
Misty turns to look at Paula and scowls. "Yes of course, precious saintly Paula." She says mockingly. She looks back over to where she laid down her champagne glass. "I shouldn't have put that drink down." She remarks bluntly. She then turns and looks back at Lincoln. "She's the reason why you and I aren't close like we should be..." She claims frustrated.
Lincoln's eyes widen. "Are you serious right now?" He asks her very agitated. "Are you seriously blaming my mother for your failure to be a better parent to me?"
"I am your mother!" Misty exclaims. "I am. I am the one who went through several hours of hard labor to give birth to you. Me not her." She says briefly turning again and sharply pointing to Paula.
Lincoln sighs and looks at her. While their talk is going on, Paula looks at Darryl Sr. "I can't believe she's hurting him again." She says upset. She then shakes her head. "Oh, yes I can. It's what she does." She clutches her purse.
"I'm going to go over there; I'm not going to let her hurt him again." She starts to make her way over to Misty and Lincoln, but Darryl Sr. puts a hand on her arm, stopping her.
"Paula." He says. "Let him handle it. Let him do this. You going over there might escalate the situation." He warns.
Paula sighs. "But it's so hard for me to watch her…"
"I know baby, but our son... he can handle this. And remember what happened the last time you confronted her." He reminds his wife.
Paula sighs flashing back to that very tense and dramatic moment when her and Misty had a confrontation after Misty had showed up when Lincoln's NFL career had been cut short by an injury.
"Okay, but if she doesn't leave soon, I may be forced to go over there." She warns her husband.
"He'll handle it." Darryl Sr. says patting his wife's shoulder trying to calm her down.
Other people are also taking note of the tense situation between Misty and Lincoln.
"Wow, it looks like someone didn't get the memo that this was supposed to be a joyful celebration." Phyllis remarks sarcastically turning to look at Nick. "And I thought I could be a hot mess." She then makes a face. "I mean I can, but I'd like to think I've grown quite a bit."
Nick frowns as he watches the scene between Misty and Lincoln play out. "I knew that Lincoln had some serious issues with his mother, but yeah, he doesn't really seem to care for her." He observes.
Phyllis makes a face. "And that is who we will be sharing a grandchild with." She and Nick make some more faces and continue to watch the scene unfold.
"That woman is so belligerent." Victor remarks to Nikki frowning. "She should be removed from this occasion." He remarks sternly.
Nikki shakes her head. "I will say she has made quite the entrance." She remarks. "Hopefully though Lincoln will get things under control."
Lincoln and Misty continue to look at each other intensely. "You need to go." He tells Misty.
Misty shakes her head. "Not until you talk to me." She remarks in a determined manner.
"I'm not going to do this now Misty." He sighs and rubs his face. "What is it that you want? Is it money, again?" He asks. "Do you need money? How much? He asks.
Misty frowns and shakes her head. "How dare you insult me like that!" She chastises him. "I have you know that I am doing better financially, and I really do want to reconnect with you and get to know my grandchild." She insists.
Lincoln gives her a skeptical look. "You don't want money?" He asks. He frowns and knows he has to come up with something quick to get her to leave.
"Okay…" He says. "I'll tell you what... I will make you a deal." He tells her.
Misty raises her eyebrows. "What type of deal?" She asks curiously.
"I will make time to talk with you this week, if you leave this party and let my parents and family enjoy the rest of the evening in peace."
Misty puts her hands to her lips pondering his suggestion. "Well, I am in town for a bit and am staying at the GCAC." She informs him. "So… you could stop by there and we could talk." She suggests.
"Or we could even talk over the phone." Lincoln states.
Misty frowns. "Considering that you kept ignoring my calls I think it would be best if we talked in person." She states firmly.
Lincoln sighs. "Okay, we can talk in person." He agrees. "But you need to leave now and let my family and guests enjoy the rest of this evening in peace. Especially my parents."
Misty rolls her eyes again. "You and the concern for your parents." She sneers. She uses quotations marks once again as she says parents.
Lincoln gives her a very serious look. "They are my parents and they mean a lot to me." He declares strongly. "So, do we have a deal or not?" He asks.
Misty sighs. "Okay, but you better come see me. Or else…" She gives him a warning look. "I will come find you again."
Lincoln nods. "I know." He nods again. "So, we have a deal."
Misty nods, and looks around the room. "I didn't want to stay for this stuffy party anyway." She says and starts to storm out of the room. On her way out she looks at Summer.
"Hey, there Missy." She says greets her. "You and I are probably going to be seeing a lot more of each other." She gives Summer a mischievous smile. She then turns and leaves the room. After she's gone, Lincoln addresses the room.
"I apologize for our uninvited guest." He tells them. "But the evening is still young and please everyone continues to enjoy yourselves." He then goes over to his family and talks with them.
"I'm sorry Mom and Dad." He apologizes to Paula and Darryl Sr. "I had no idea Misty was going to show up."
Paula touches his arm gently. "Of course, you didn't Lincoln." She tells him understandably. "She just has a way of storming through, during the most unexpected times."
Lincoln nods and he talks with his family some more. They spend the rest of the evening trying to enjoy themselves. Shortly before the party is over, Paula and Darry Sr. look at their children and make an announcement. "We have been thinking about something." The couple tell their children.
"What is it, mom?" Rosalyn asks.
"Well..." Paula looks at Darryl Sr. and smiles. She then looks back at her children. "Your father and I were thinking of moving to Genoa City or at least closer to here."
The Lattimore children look at their parents a little surprised and Lincoln smiles.
"Really, mom?" He asks.
"Really sweetheart." She says rubbing his arm. "As you know we have been enjoying our retirement, but we have been thinking of moving. And we have been scoping out various places, including GC."
"This is a nice area." Darryl Sr. remarks smiling.
"And we would be closer to some of you guys." Paula says smiling. "Lincoln we could be closer to you and be around for our new grandchild more." She then looks at Monty and smiles. "And you too Monty."
"Well, I don't need you guys chaperoning me or anything." Monty says grinning. "I'm a single young man who enjoys my freedom." He says laughing.
"Boy, we know that." Paula says playfully slapping his arm. "But we would still like to be closer to you guys. I mean we know Roz that you are in Georgia, and Jr, well, baby you are everywhere." She remarks looking at her oldest son. "But we still would like to be closer to some of you guys."
"And settle down in a place where it would be easier for us to have gatherings as a family. Especially since two of you guys are already here." Darryl Sr. says.
Darryl Jr., nods. "That makes sense."
"It does." Rosalyn agrees.
"I would love for you guys to be around more." Lincoln declares.
"I love you guys, but I hope you won't be looking over my shoulder, now that you guys may move to GC." Monty says in a bit of a joking manner. "A man loves his freedom."
"Boy…" Paula says looking at him and then she laughs. Monty puts his arm around her. "It would be cool to have you guys around. You can see me make waves first hand at my new corporate job."
"Un-huh." Darryl Sr. says. "And making sure you keep that head on straight."
Monty smiles. "Always dad." He assures his father. The family talks a bit more and enjoys the rest of their evening together.