~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~
"Knock Knock…anybody in here?" Scott asked as he and Serena entered the on-call room.
"Hey there…" Eve replied. "Hey girlfriend…haven't seen you in a while." She said giving Serena a high five.
"I've been busy. Between school and the wedding, there hasn't been anytime for fun," Serena replied.
"We're looking for Karen, is she in here?" Scott asked changing the subject.
"Yeah…she's…"Eve started as Karen came out of the bathroom.
"Yeah, I'm right here…Hey sis, Hey Scott…I'm almost ready to go." She said putting her things back in her locker.
"So where are you two heading off to?" he asked Karen.
"Well we have the fittings for both of our dresses. Then we might hit the mall. Is there anything that you need? We can pick it up while we're out."
"Nope, I'm good. When do you think you'll be home?" he asked.
Karen looked at Serena and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, probably around 7ish."
"Sounds perfect, I'll have dinner waiting for us. Don't you two get into any trouble," he said grinning from ear to ear.
"Who us?" Serena said looking at Karen.
"Couldn't be…" Karen replied.
"Alright you two, get going…" he said giving them both a peck on the cheek. "I'll see you girls later, love you."
"We love you too, Dad," they said in unison as they walked out of the door.
"Those two are so cute together," Eve said turning to Scott. "It's hard to believe that you're their father."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" He said pretending that he was hurt by the comment.
"You're a lucky man, Baldwin." Eve said as she walked out of the room leaving Scott alone. Scott smiled as he followed Eve out of the door. Turning the corner, he ran right into Gail.
"Scotty, hi…" She greeted.
"Oh…hi Gail. How are you?"
Kayla stepped off of the elevator and went directly to the nurse station. She immediately noticed Scott and Gail standing in the corridor engaging in conversation. She moved as close as she could to them without being noticed in an attempt to listen to what they were talking about.
"I'm fine, honey…did you just come from the on-call room?"
"Ah…yeah I did…why?" he asked.
"Is Karen in there? I wanted to talk to her."
"No, she and Serena just left to go to the mall or fitting. I don't know something to do with the wedding," he attempted to explain. "Why? Is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine, at least I think it is. Did you two have an argument or misunderstanding lately?"
"No, Gail…Why? Is there is something wrong with Karen?"
"I don't think that there is anything wrong,"
"But…"
"But she came to see me this morning, and she seemed a little 'out of sorts' if you will."
"What do you mean by 'out of sorts'?" he asked with mounting concern.
"She was asking me questions about your life when you were living in Canada. Questions that I couldn't answer…"
"Aah…" he said nodding his head as he finally caught on, "I know what this is about. I'll talk to her tonight and get everything straightened out."
"Care to explain it to your mother?" Gail asked.
"Karen and I ran into an old friend of mine from Canada, that's all. I think it just sparked an interest."
"Sparked an interest?" Gail repeated with skepticism.
"I'm sure of it. I'll talk to her about it tonight at dinner. I'm cooking…You and Lee care to come over?"
"Oh…no thank you, honey. We're actually going out with Alan and Monica."
"Okay then…well tell them I said hello." He said before they parted ways.
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Karen stood in front of the mirrors admiring her long flowing wedding gown. Serena, who was looking at some other dresses in the store, came back to see her sister standing there. "Oh my god, Karen…you look beautiful," she exclaimed.
"Do you really like it?" she asked Serena.
"I love it. I hope I look half as good as you do when I get married. Has Dad seen you in your gown yet?"
"No, he hasn't come to any of the fittings. It's not exactly a thing that the father of the bride wants to sit through." Karen explained.
Finally the tailor approached the sisters and began to make some adjustments to the gown. "It looks pretty good. I think we can bring it in about another ½ inch, right here," the tailor said pinching the material at her waist.
"I think it could use another ¼ inch off of the bottom as well." Karen replied.
"I think your right," she said pinning the bottom of the gown. "Okay, we'll make those changes and schedule another fitting. Okay, then…Serena it's your turn." The tailor said handing Serena her gown so that she could try it on.
Serena stood in front of the mirror on a small pedestal as the tailor made some minor adjustments to her emerald green gown.
"How's it look, Sis?" Serena asked when she noticed the distant look on Karen's face.
"It looks great…" she replied a little despondent.
"Karen? Are you okay?" Serena asked beginning to get concerned about her sister.
"Serena…do remember when you lived in Canada…do you remember a woman named Kayla Preston?" Karen asked.
"Kayla Preston…hmm…Yeah I do. She was dating Dad for a while. Around the time we moved back to Port Charles."
"What was she like? I mean, was she nice? Were her and Dad really close?" Karen asked.
"She was great. She was always really nice. Her and Dad went everywhere together. I often got the feeling that they were going to get married. But then we came here," Serena explained. "Why all these questions about Kayla?"
"No reason. I met her a couple of days ago. She mentioned knowing Dad. I was just curious. Wow, the dress looks great. I think everything is going to be wonderful."
"Yeah, until Dad sees you in that dress and begins crying like a baby," Serena said.
"Yeah, right. I have never seen Dad shed a tear over anything."
"Trust me, Karen. There will be a tear that day. As soon as he sees how beautiful you look, he is going to start with the mushy stuff. Oh my little girl…all grown up…how beautiful you look."
"Serena, you're exaggerating."
"Oh you think so…I can tell you, right now, what is going to be going through his mind. The reality of you getting married is going to hit him and he is going to start feeling depressed because he's going to begin to believe that now that you have Chris, you're not going to need him anymore. He is going to feel like he's loosing you. Typical father of the bride syndrome," Serena explained.
Karen looked deep into her sister's eyes, "I never thought of it like that. I'm always going to need him, he's my Dad," Karen replied as she thought about what Serena said. She then stopped and looked at Serena with a skeptical look, "Are you 13 or a 33 year old shrink?"
Serena laughed at her sister, "trust me, I'm 13, I just happen to know Dad really well."
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"Where's Mac?" Scott asked the clerk when he walked into the police station. The clerk pointed to Mac's office and Scott just walked right in.
"Hey Scott…" Mac greeted when he saw him. "How are the wedding plans coming along?"
"I don't know, that's all up to the girls and Rhonda…I'm just writing the check. So, who's this new man?"
Mac reached into the basket on his desk and pulled out a file and handed it to Scott. "His name is…" Mac started when the phone rang. "Excuse me, a minute…Mac Scorpio."
While Mac spoke on the phone, Scott looked over the personnel file. As he read through the file, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Is this some sort of a joke?" he asked Mac when he hung up the phone.
"No Scott, he applied for the job and he got it. It's as simple as that." "
"This man can not be the most qualified for this position," Scott argued.
"Out of all of the applicants, yes he is the most qualified."
"Well I don't want him around here. Re-advertise the position. Get new applicants."
"Scott, you're just the DA. You don't have the hiring or firing power around here. This is the man that the city officials chose to hire. You're going to have to work with him, just like the rest of us. Whether you like it or not, he is going to a part of this team."
"When is he starting?"
"His first day is Monday." Mac replied.
Scott threw the folder down on Mac's desk. "I want to see him, first thing Monday morning," Scott retorted before walking out of Mac's office slamming the door.
"You got it," Mac said placing the file back in the basket.
"Knock Knock…anybody in here?" Scott asked as he and Serena entered the on-call room.
"Hey there…" Eve replied. "Hey girlfriend…haven't seen you in a while." She said giving Serena a high five.
"I've been busy. Between school and the wedding, there hasn't been anytime for fun," Serena replied.
"We're looking for Karen, is she in here?" Scott asked changing the subject.
"Yeah…she's…"Eve started as Karen came out of the bathroom.
"Yeah, I'm right here…Hey sis, Hey Scott…I'm almost ready to go." She said putting her things back in her locker.
"So where are you two heading off to?" he asked Karen.
"Well we have the fittings for both of our dresses. Then we might hit the mall. Is there anything that you need? We can pick it up while we're out."
"Nope, I'm good. When do you think you'll be home?" he asked.
Karen looked at Serena and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, probably around 7ish."
"Sounds perfect, I'll have dinner waiting for us. Don't you two get into any trouble," he said grinning from ear to ear.
"Who us?" Serena said looking at Karen.
"Couldn't be…" Karen replied.
"Alright you two, get going…" he said giving them both a peck on the cheek. "I'll see you girls later, love you."
"We love you too, Dad," they said in unison as they walked out of the door.
"Those two are so cute together," Eve said turning to Scott. "It's hard to believe that you're their father."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" He said pretending that he was hurt by the comment.
"You're a lucky man, Baldwin." Eve said as she walked out of the room leaving Scott alone. Scott smiled as he followed Eve out of the door. Turning the corner, he ran right into Gail.
"Scotty, hi…" She greeted.
"Oh…hi Gail. How are you?"
Kayla stepped off of the elevator and went directly to the nurse station. She immediately noticed Scott and Gail standing in the corridor engaging in conversation. She moved as close as she could to them without being noticed in an attempt to listen to what they were talking about.
"I'm fine, honey…did you just come from the on-call room?"
"Ah…yeah I did…why?" he asked.
"Is Karen in there? I wanted to talk to her."
"No, she and Serena just left to go to the mall or fitting. I don't know something to do with the wedding," he attempted to explain. "Why? Is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine, at least I think it is. Did you two have an argument or misunderstanding lately?"
"No, Gail…Why? Is there is something wrong with Karen?"
"I don't think that there is anything wrong,"
"But…"
"But she came to see me this morning, and she seemed a little 'out of sorts' if you will."
"What do you mean by 'out of sorts'?" he asked with mounting concern.
"She was asking me questions about your life when you were living in Canada. Questions that I couldn't answer…"
"Aah…" he said nodding his head as he finally caught on, "I know what this is about. I'll talk to her tonight and get everything straightened out."
"Care to explain it to your mother?" Gail asked.
"Karen and I ran into an old friend of mine from Canada, that's all. I think it just sparked an interest."
"Sparked an interest?" Gail repeated with skepticism.
"I'm sure of it. I'll talk to her about it tonight at dinner. I'm cooking…You and Lee care to come over?"
"Oh…no thank you, honey. We're actually going out with Alan and Monica."
"Okay then…well tell them I said hello." He said before they parted ways.
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Karen stood in front of the mirrors admiring her long flowing wedding gown. Serena, who was looking at some other dresses in the store, came back to see her sister standing there. "Oh my god, Karen…you look beautiful," she exclaimed.
"Do you really like it?" she asked Serena.
"I love it. I hope I look half as good as you do when I get married. Has Dad seen you in your gown yet?"
"No, he hasn't come to any of the fittings. It's not exactly a thing that the father of the bride wants to sit through." Karen explained.
Finally the tailor approached the sisters and began to make some adjustments to the gown. "It looks pretty good. I think we can bring it in about another ½ inch, right here," the tailor said pinching the material at her waist.
"I think it could use another ¼ inch off of the bottom as well." Karen replied.
"I think your right," she said pinning the bottom of the gown. "Okay, we'll make those changes and schedule another fitting. Okay, then…Serena it's your turn." The tailor said handing Serena her gown so that she could try it on.
Serena stood in front of the mirror on a small pedestal as the tailor made some minor adjustments to her emerald green gown.
"How's it look, Sis?" Serena asked when she noticed the distant look on Karen's face.
"It looks great…" she replied a little despondent.
"Karen? Are you okay?" Serena asked beginning to get concerned about her sister.
"Serena…do remember when you lived in Canada…do you remember a woman named Kayla Preston?" Karen asked.
"Kayla Preston…hmm…Yeah I do. She was dating Dad for a while. Around the time we moved back to Port Charles."
"What was she like? I mean, was she nice? Were her and Dad really close?" Karen asked.
"She was great. She was always really nice. Her and Dad went everywhere together. I often got the feeling that they were going to get married. But then we came here," Serena explained. "Why all these questions about Kayla?"
"No reason. I met her a couple of days ago. She mentioned knowing Dad. I was just curious. Wow, the dress looks great. I think everything is going to be wonderful."
"Yeah, until Dad sees you in that dress and begins crying like a baby," Serena said.
"Yeah, right. I have never seen Dad shed a tear over anything."
"Trust me, Karen. There will be a tear that day. As soon as he sees how beautiful you look, he is going to start with the mushy stuff. Oh my little girl…all grown up…how beautiful you look."
"Serena, you're exaggerating."
"Oh you think so…I can tell you, right now, what is going to be going through his mind. The reality of you getting married is going to hit him and he is going to start feeling depressed because he's going to begin to believe that now that you have Chris, you're not going to need him anymore. He is going to feel like he's loosing you. Typical father of the bride syndrome," Serena explained.
Karen looked deep into her sister's eyes, "I never thought of it like that. I'm always going to need him, he's my Dad," Karen replied as she thought about what Serena said. She then stopped and looked at Serena with a skeptical look, "Are you 13 or a 33 year old shrink?"
Serena laughed at her sister, "trust me, I'm 13, I just happen to know Dad really well."
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"Where's Mac?" Scott asked the clerk when he walked into the police station. The clerk pointed to Mac's office and Scott just walked right in.
"Hey Scott…" Mac greeted when he saw him. "How are the wedding plans coming along?"
"I don't know, that's all up to the girls and Rhonda…I'm just writing the check. So, who's this new man?"
Mac reached into the basket on his desk and pulled out a file and handed it to Scott. "His name is…" Mac started when the phone rang. "Excuse me, a minute…Mac Scorpio."
While Mac spoke on the phone, Scott looked over the personnel file. As he read through the file, he couldn't believe his eyes. "Is this some sort of a joke?" he asked Mac when he hung up the phone.
"No Scott, he applied for the job and he got it. It's as simple as that." "
"This man can not be the most qualified for this position," Scott argued.
"Out of all of the applicants, yes he is the most qualified."
"Well I don't want him around here. Re-advertise the position. Get new applicants."
"Scott, you're just the DA. You don't have the hiring or firing power around here. This is the man that the city officials chose to hire. You're going to have to work with him, just like the rest of us. Whether you like it or not, he is going to a part of this team."
"When is he starting?"
"His first day is Monday." Mac replied.
Scott threw the folder down on Mac's desk. "I want to see him, first thing Monday morning," Scott retorted before walking out of Mac's office slamming the door.
"You got it," Mac said placing the file back in the basket.