Chapter 35. Discovery
I slept on the couch until Mrs. Vegas found me a few hours later that morning and woke me up, to make me go upstairs and climb into bed and sleep until the phone rang. It wasn’t Megan. I sighed. It was Daniel. I talked to him. It didn’t look good. We were in for a fight if I wouldn’t give it up.
“We’re in it for the long haul, Daniel. Say, I have someone here who wants to talk to you.”
“Guess,” I taunted, waking Brandon up.
I handed Brandon the phone and shut the door on my way out. A dejected Brandon met me in the kitchen a few minutes later and replaced the phone on its receiver.
“He’s too busy to meet.”
“I’ll find time for him to hook up with you, Bran’.”
“Thanks, Alex. When are you going in?”
“In a couple hours, after I buy that damn cell phone.”
“Why don’t we go with you so I can drop you off at the office and take the Benz and Angie out for the day?”
“Sure, why not?”
After we had breakfast out and I had purchased myself another cell phone, Brandon and Angie dropped me off at ACR while they went shopping. I gave Brandon Meg’s number at the hospital and asked him to keep trying to call her. I did the same, and we both got the same answer, “Meg Beal is not here at this time.”
I was beside myself. Where was she? Finally, when I called during a break, I asked for Megan Beal’s room instead of Maggie Beal's room, not thinking. I was patched through immediately.
The phone rang three times, and then she answered.
“Meg? Where are you?”
“Where are you?”
“In the hospital.”
“Yeah, I just realized that. Why? I’ve been calling the ICU all day. You aren’t there.”
“I know. I was admitted.”
“Admitted? For what?”
“Oh God,” she sighed, and then she cried. I hadn’t heard her sob like that for a while. It wasn’t her agonizing sobs, but it was more of a worrisome one.
“Meg, what’s going on? Just tell me.”
“I really need you right now, but I can’t ask you to come.”
“Meg, tell me why you were admitted to the hospital.”
“I almost lost our baby.”
“You what?” I exclaimed loud enough so that everyone in the boardroom became immediately silent then I quickly exited the boardroom and moved swiftly to my office, shutting the door behind me.
“I’m okay, and so is the baby. I got really upset when . . . oh God,” she began to sob again.
“Calm down, hush, it’s all right, what happened to Maggie?”
“She . . . she . . . she’s almost brain dead, but because of her living will, they had to resuscitate her, and . . . and . . . she’s hooked up to everything, but she won’t let go.”
“All right. Listen to me. When are they going to release you?”
“By morning, I think.”
“Then I’m coming to get you tonight.”
“You can’t, and I need to stay here with Maggie.”
“Maggie has no clue that you’re even there, Megan, and I need to make certain that you and the baby are all right.”
“Alex, I love you, but I need to stay here.”
“You’re not staying there and jeopardizing your and the baby’s health. I’ll be there tonight,” I replied as my voice escalated.
“Alex, no, I won’t go with you. I have to stay here.”
“You don’t have to do anything but take care of that little one inside of you,” I shouted.
Meg sobbed. I shouldn’t have yelled at her. “I’m sorry, oh Meg, I’m sorry for raising my voice.”
“I . . . I wanted to tell you, and for it to be a big surprise, and . . . and for you to be happy, and . . . and—”
“Hush, Love, listen to me, I’ll be there tonight. We’ll see how she is, and we’ll decide then, all right?”
“But Angie and Brandon—”
“Will stay here until I or we get back, all right?”
“You stay with them. I want you to take Angie to Disneyland tomorrow. They won’t even release me before then anyway. Take her to Disneyland. I’ll stay here. At least, if I get distressed again, they’ll be able to care for me and know the history.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, please, Alex, take Angie to Disneyland, she really needs this time with you, especially if I bring another one into your life. Angie needs this time with you, now more than ever.”
“Should I tell her about the baby?”
“You can, but maybe not, not while things are so iffy with me.”
“Is the baby in danger?”
“We don’t think so.”
“I’m still coming for you.”
“Alex, listen to me, please. I need to stay here. I have to take care of Maggie. I’m safe at the hospital, and they have all my information. I can go to the maternity floor at any time and they’ll put me on a monitor or do an exam. I can’t do that at 20,000 feet. Please, take Angie to Disneyland. Call me tomorrow night, and we’ll discuss what to do next.”
“Tell you what, I want you to call me. I want you to call me and check in a couple times tomorrow, so I know what’s happening with you.”
“I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”
“It’s all right.”
“I was going to fax you the ultrasound photo they took today of the baby if I didn’t get to tell you soon.”
“Really? A picture of our baby?”
“Yeah, but I thought I might give you a heart attack if you got a fax like that, so I didn’t. I wanted to tell you to your face, so I would be there in case something happened.”
“I’m fine, Meg, honest.”
“How’s the label?”
“It’s in critical condition.”
“You need to stay put in Los Angeles. We’ll be fine, I promise.”
“What’s happening with the baby? What made you almost miscarry?
“I was spotting. They think it stopped now. I’ve been on a monitor, and I’m not in distress.”
“And the baby?”
“How far along are you?”
“That first time, eh?” I asked, counting back on the desk calendar.
“Yeah, that was the one.”
“Happens every time. How are you about all of this?”
“I’m excited, but now more concerned since last night. I was overdoing it though, not resting and running too much, trying to get ready for the Gala—”
“You should go.”
“Not without you, I won’t. Besides, my other life has me too busy to even consider it right now. When is your due date?”
“September 4th,” she replied. I looked at the calendar and laughed.
“What?” she asked.
“Not even funny, Mr. Corwynn.”
“That’s Daddy to you.”
“I love you,” she said with a giggle.
“I love you too. Call me, because if you don’t, I’m flying to Vermont.”
“Gotcha, I’ll call, I promise.”
“If I don’t answer, then I’m probably on the Teacups or Space Mountain.”
“Have fun with your daughter, Alex. Go buy her a huge Mickey Mouse.”
“I’ll bring you one too.”
“Make it a Minnie. Girl power, you know?”
“Yeah, I know. I love you.”
“I love you too, bye.”
I sat there by myself for a minute. Mrs. Simms rang the intercom, and I didn’t hear it. Finally, there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” I said, and in bounded Brandon and Angela.
“Hey, I just talked to Megan,” I reported.
“And? Where in the hell has she been?” asked Brandon.
“Sit down, both of you, we’ve got to have a family meeting.”
I explained it to them. Angie’s eyes were huge, and she was so excited she jumped up and rushed around to the back of my desk and hugged me. Before I knew it, she was in my lap.
“You better go get her an engagement ring, Daddy,” said Angie, hanging onto me.
“I know, but we have something more important than diamonds to consider.”
“What’s that?” she asked. Just then, Daniel Stockton burst into the office. Unlike his typical garb crisp of designer suits and ties, today Daniel wore a polo shirt and jeans.
“I think we’ve caught them with their pants down,” he reported. Brandon turned around and spied Daniel, whose face flushed with embarrassment.
“Hey Bixley,” he said.
"Daniel,” Brandon replied, “and whose pants are around their ankles?”
“No one you know, honest.”
“What’s the news, Daniel?” I asked, before the two’s banter got any more racy than it was already progressing.
“I found us a way out. A major coup, if I should say so myself.”
“Wow! How did you manage that?”
“It’s a long story, but I flipped three stockholders to retain majority so the takeover is officially over for now.”
“Brilliant, Daniel, you are simply brilliant!”
“I think you just won yourself either a day with Bran’ or a day at Disneyland with the three of us. Which will it be?”
Daniel looked to Brandon.
“It’s your choice,” said Brandon.
“I’ll take the day with Bixley.”
“Works for us, doesn’t it, Bran’?” I asked, glad that Daniel made the right decision.
“I’ll pick you up at six,” said Daniel on his way out. “Go casual, I have a great place I want to take you to.”
“Casual it is. See you at six. I’m staying at Alex’s condo.”
“I know the address. See you then.”
“Daddy just made a love connection,” said Angie, putting her arms around my neck and hugging me, then kissing me and leaving a pair of red lips on my cheek.
“Daddy just did his good deed for the day,” replied Brandon. “So how far along is Megan?”
“Fourteen weeks. She’s due September 4th.”
“Wait,” said Brandon, counting back weeks. He grabbed his cell.
“Don’t,” I said, as he counted back.
“That will teach you . . .” Brandon said, shaking his finger. “I heard about that, you know?”
“What?” asked Angie.
“My dear daughter, as you already know, it only takes once without protection to make a baby. That was your old man’s once.”
“Point taken, Daddy. So are we going to Disneyland tomorrow?”
“Yes, you, Dramamine, and me,” I said.
“I don’t like spinning rides.”
“Thank goodness for that. The Dramamine can stay home. How do you feel about roller coasters?”
“The higher and faster, the better.”
“You got that from me, for sure.”
“Ooooh! Daddy, I can’t wait,” she said, hugging me about the neck.
“Meg wants a big Minnie Mouse.”
“Girl power. I want one too.”
“What’s up with that?” I asked Brandon.
“Search me, ‘girl power,’ as if I would know?” asked Brandon, slipping his cell phone back into his shoulder bag.