Author's Notes: Hi, readers. Here's chapter nineteen of "Turnaround." This chapter has plenty of Podcast/Phoebe. Dino and Mina's stalking of his former family will be slow at first. Then it will begin to pick up and get more intense. I think it is essential the Ghostbusters have a false sense of security before they realize what is happening. Stay tuned for chapter twenty-one.

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Chapter 19: Doing Some Relaxing

Podcast and Phoebe bathed in the afterglow of their lovemaking twenty minutes later. They laid on their sides. She had her back pressed against him. The sheet covered them from the chest down. He had his arm around her. Their fingers were entwined. Their hearts beat in sync with each other. She let out a contented sigh.

"That was the best lovemaking session we've had so far," she said with a giggle.

"No denying that," he agreed. "You got pretty dominant there."

"There is nothing wrong with a woman being dominant over a man," Phoebe said, looking over her shoulder at him.

"No, there isn't," Podcast said, kissing her cheek. "There is nothing wrong with a man being dominant over a woman."

"Nope," Phoebe said. "Of course, both people have to consent to one being dominant over the other."

"In some relationships, one spouse will be dominant while the other will be the submissive. The man is often the former while the woman is the latter," Podcast explained softly.

"Such a relationship can be amazing. It can also be dangerous. The dominant could try to gain more control over the submissive. It could get to the point they do not even leave the house with the exception of getting groceries," Phoebe said, shuddering badly.

"I could never spend all my time here," Podcast said honestly. He kissed her forehead before rubbing his nose against it. "I have to get out."

"Me too," Phoebe agreed and took her hand out of his. She flicked his nose twice and grabbed his chin. "Of course, there are people who can stay in the house for weeks and not get bored at all."

"As long as they have good internet and a charged phone, it's all good," Podcast said, chuckling. "Phones are lifesavers, especially if you get stranded somewhere."

"Grandma said she didn't need a phone all the time. Then she got stranded with Mom out in the middle of nowhere while they were on a trip to Missouri to visit a friend of hers two years before she died. Mom was able to call for a tow truck. Her car was towed to a nearby mechanic. He fixed it for free. They were on their way again. Grandma said she was grateful for her having her phone with her. She decided to get one. She adjusted to using it quickly. She found it fun to play games on it," Phoebe said, smiling warmly.

"You told me she died of a heart attack in her sleep," Podcast said, a frown forming on his face.

"She did," Phoebe admitted and sighed heavily. "Mom called her to say hi like she did every Saturday, but there was no answer. She thought Grandma was asleep and tried again later. There was still no answer. She called the police to do a wellness check on her. They found her dead in her bed. She was so devastated to learn of her death. Trevor and I were too." She choked back a sob. "Grandma is the reason we stayed so strong. She was a voice of wisdom in hard times."

"As long as you remember your grandmother, she will never really be gone," Podcast assured. "Never forget her."

He kissed her temple and took her hand into his. They entwined their fingers once more. Their grip on each other tightened somewhat. She looked ahead, her heart skipping a few beats.

"I am kind of glad Trevor and Lucky are going out on a date tonight," Phoebe said honestly. "They need to do it more often."

"It is rather unusual for a couple to go out on a date on a Monday night," Podcast pointed out honestly. "Most couples head out on Friday and Saturday nights."

"Since the Ghostbusters are basically on duty all the time, any day could be a date night. Let's not forget we have gone out on a few Sundays and Mondays," Phoebe replied.

"That's true," Podcast said, nodding slowly. "Fridays and Saturdays are still the best date nights."

She smiled. "That they are."

"If only we had a remote that could fast-forward us to Friday," Podcast commented with a wry smile.

"Maybe I could invent such a device," Phoebe suggested while turning over to face.

"That'd be cool," Podcast agreed, taking his hand out of hers and giving her a thumbs-up.

"Hey, I am always cool," Phoebe teased and giggled to herself.

He laughed sarcastically. "Sure, you are."

Podcast and Phoebe shared three tender kisses. They rubbed noses before letting out contented sighs. He twirled his finger around one of her curls. He licked his lips.

"Has your hair ever not been curly?" he wondered.

"It was straight when I was a preschooler. Then it started getting curly as I got older. Mom said I had naturally curly hair. Hers is naturally wavy," Phoebe explained.

"You two are so lucky to have such beautiful hair," Podcast complimented.

"Thank you," Phoebe said, smiling lightly. "I wonder who Gabrielle will look like."

"She could look like you, me, both of us, or neither of us. Every child is special and unique. No two children have the same personality. Not even identical twins have that," Podcast explained.

"If she doesn't look like either of us, she could look like Mom, Trevor, Grandma, or Grandpa," Phoebe murmured and bit her lip. "There are so many possibilities."

"No kidding," Podcast said while propping up his head with his elbow. "Let's not forget imagination is where the impossible becomes the every day."

"Some people think it is detrimental for kids to use their imaginations. They think it blurs line between fantasy and reality," Phoebe said with a roll of her eyes. "That only happens when the person tries to make the imaginary world that they created real."

"The line between fantasy and reality can also be blurred when someone makes up stories about a past that never existed. The details become more and more pronounced, but inconsistencies start to appear. Tania Head claimed to be a survivor of 9/11. She even said her fiancée died that day. The man's family had never even heard of her. The place she claimed to work did not have a record of her employment. She was actually enrolling in business school in Barcelona on that day," Podcast explained.

"Her real name was Alicia Esteve Head. It was said her father and brother were involved in financial fraud in the early nineties. She never recovered from that. She had always longed for approval and found 9/11 to be the perfect way to get it. The irony is she helped many people," Phoebe murmured. "It will never take away the hurt the 9/11 survivors felt when they learned she lied."

"The last we heard of her was when she was fired from an insurance company that she had taken a job with in 2012. They did not want their reputation to be tarnished due to her," Podcast said, huffing quietly. "What goes around comes around."

Phoebe gave a sharp nod. She gasped when she felt Gabrielle kick twice and touched her stomach.

"Podcast, feel this!" Phoebe said, taking her boyfriend's hand and placing it on her stomach. He gasped at the baby's kicking. She giggled in a sweet way. "Amazing, isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Podcast blurted out excitedly. "That was a dropkick!"

"I know," Phoebe agreed.

"We are definitely not alone," Podcast said, moving his hand up to her cheek and pinching it.

She swatted his hand aside. "If you pinch my cheek again, I will honk your nose."

"Okay," Podcast whispered and snorted. He gave her cheek another pinch, this time a little harder. "Oops. My hand forgot."

"You asked for it," Phoebe said, bringing her hand to his nose and tweaking it. She made a honking sound. "You get it now?"

He nodded. "Yep. You might as well make my nose a horn. You can use me to warn of oncoming traffic."

"Nah. I like your nose being quiet," Phoebe said while shaking her head fast.

"Spoilsport," Podcast mumbled.

"I heard that!" Phoebe snapped in annoyance.

Podcast held up his hand. "Okay. You got me."

She ruffled his hair before grabbing his chin. She moved his head from side to side three times. He twirled one of her curls around his finger. He stretched it out a little bit.

"Mom would scold me whenever I played with the house phone's cord. She'd say it was not a toy," Podcast commented and made a funny noise.

"So would Mom with Trevor and me," Phoebe responded. "She told me the cord could stretch rather far into another room. The corded phone was very common in the 1980s. The cordless phone replaced it in the 1990s."

"The house phone was replaced by cellphones and smartphones in the 2000s," Podcast said, turning over and grabbing his smartphone. He laid on his back as he turned it on. "Most cellphones allowed you to play games, take pictures, and send text messages. You can surf the web, take pictures, play games, send text messages, and call for drivers on smartphones."

"It sucks we are too young to take a Lyft or an Uber on our own," Phoebe mumbled, frowning somewhat. "We'd have to let my parents accompany us on a trip if we have to."

"It doesn't matter. Many places are within walking distance," Podcast assured with a soft chuckle. "Walking is good exercise."

"I have seen people look at me with disdain as I walk down the street over eight months pregnant. I would say they believe I should be at home resting. As long as I am healthy, I can go anywhere. Why be stuck at home?" Phoebe asked, giving a shrug.

"That's right," Podcast agreed and flicked her nose. "I really enjoy taking walks with you around here. We can talk for a long time while doing so."

"Yep," Phoebe agreed. "We can talk about things such as birds, ghostbusting, who barfed in a restaurant, who got into a fight, etc."

"Yeah," Podcast agreed and touched her cheek. "One thing is clear. You will always be beautiful to me, no matter how many kids we have."

"Thanks," Phoebe said and sniffled softly. She started talking about the time Trevor put a rubber snake in her bed.