THE DAVIS HOME - LIVING ROOM

23 Green St., Albanyville, IL"Oh, Lorraine," Douglas Davis muttered as he held his wife tightly in his arms, "I just know we could have a real marriage.  I...I know this is all awkward, but...but..."

"This is more than awkward," she replied with a sigh.  "You don't want to be married to me any more than I want to be married to you.  All of this is just because of the baby.  I think we'd both be foolish to try to make it more than it is."

"How can you say that?"  He pulled away from her and looked at her intently.  "Why can't you just give us a chance to be happy?  It's almost like you're so content to wallow in your own misery that you're just too busy to see how wonderful things could really be between us."

"Your optimism just astounds me."  In spite of herself, Lorraine couldn't help but laugh.  "Why are you so insistent on this?"

Douglas Davis"I...I don't know if you know this, or not, but..."  Douglas lowered his head slightly, almost from embarrassment, and took a deep breath.  "Well, my mother was very young when she married my father.  He was a little bit older.  They...they really loved one another when they got married, or at least that's what they always told me.  However, things changed.  He became an abusive drunk and she wound up hating him."

"Oh, Douglas!  I had...no idea."  She reached out for him and took his hand into hers.  As his pain shown clearly on his face, her heart broke for him.  "You must have had a very horrible childhood.  I knew your mother was ill, but I...I didn't exactly know all of the details about your father."

"He drank himself to death.  Left us penniless."  He squinted his eyes tightly in hopes of stopping the tears that wanted to spill forth.  Those were memories he'd tried for so many years not to think about.  "So, Lorraine, don't you see?  No one can ever predict how a marriage can turn out.  My parents got married out of love, but it didn't turn into one based on it."

Lorraine Davis"I...I think I understand what you mean."

"Just because our marriage wasn't based on love doesn't mean it can't turn into one."  He reached out for her again and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.  "Please...please just give me a chance."

"Oh, Douglas, I don't know."  She quickly turned her head away, hoping that he wouldn't be able to see the confusion that was written on her face.

"Give us a chance.  Give us a chance to be a family.  You, me, and our baby."  With a gentle hand, he pulled her head to him and kissed her lightly on the cheek.  "I just know that if we open our hearts to one another, the love that we have for this baby is going to be so great that it's just going to spill over onto us."

As she lay wrapped in her husband's arms, Lorraine began to consider what he was saying.  Could it really happen?  Could they actually fall in love with one another if they just let themselves?  Lorraine wasn't entirely convinced, but she knew she was begin to feel very secure in his arms.  They were already married, what else did they have to lose?


THE SUNSET HOTEL - MARK & JUDITH'S PENTHOUSE - LIVING ROOM

The Sunset Hotel, Penthouse C, Albanyville, IL"I'm tired of discussing this with you!" Judith snapped as she turned away from him.  "The last thing I want to talk about is..."  A pounding knock at the door interrupted her and she glanced in its direction with annoyance.  "Oh, who the devil could be stopping by at this hour?"

"Just forget them!" Mark said as he grabbed her arm and held her still.  "I'm not finished with you!"  The pounding knock came again.

"For goodness sake, Ruby, answer the blasted door!"  She clinched her teeth tightly in frustration.  "I swear, that girl is more trouble than she's worth.  I should have fired her weeks ago!"

"Um...Mrs. Linford..." Ruby called out from the foyer.  "Mrs. Linford!"

"Oh, Ruby, what the devil is it?  Are you having trouble figuring out how to open it?"  With a look of anger, Judith yanked her arm away from Mark and walked briskly towards the front door.  "It's a very simple procedure, you just turn the knob and....oh, my god!"  She gasped sharply at the sight of a disheveled Janet Stokes standing in the foyer.

Ruby Thomas"M-Mrs. Linford, she doesn't...look well," Ruby muttered, still taken aback by Janet's appearance.

"And where have you been?" Judith questioned as Mark walked up behind her.  "Don't you realize that you've had all of us worried sick?  Why, Jillian has just been beside herself!  It was utterly childish and selfish of you to just run off like that!"

"Um, Judith, don't you think you're being a little harsh on her," Mark muttered under his breath.  "She doesn't...look well."

"Didn't you think any of us would be concerned about you?" Judith continued, completely ignoring her husband's observations.  "Why, this entire mess has given me enough stress that I'm surprised that it hasn't put me in labor!"

Mark Linford"Oh, lord," Mark muttered.  "Can I request a sedative for that one?  I'm not sure I can handle you in labor!"

"Shut up, Mark!"  Judith shot him an angry look before returning her focus to her sister.  "Where have you been?"

"I've been out," Janet finally muttered as she pushed passed Judith and into the living room.

"M-Mrs. Linford, maybe I should get Miss Janet a glass of water?"  Ruby bit her lip and looked at Judith in intimidation.

"Yes, why don't you just go do that!"  Judith spun around to follow Janet leaving Ruby to hurry off to the kitchen.  "Janet, 'out' is not an acceptable answer!"

"I'm going to call a doctor," Mark spoke up as he quickly rushed for the phone.

Judith Stokes Linford"Why is everyone making such a big deal out of this?  This little brat just deliberately set out to worry all of us!"  And did a good job, too, she thought to herself.  "Now, I want to know exactly where you've been!"

Janet Stokes"Burt loves me," Janet muttered as she kept her eyes focused straight ahead.  "He loves me and we're going to be married."

"What?"  Judith covered her mouth in shock.  "What is this nonsense?"

"Burt loves me, not you!"  Janet's eyes drifted down to her hands and quickly clasped them together to keep them from shaking.  "I...I painted a picture of him and it told me he wants to marry me."

As Judith kept her eyes glued to her sister, she could clearly see that something was definitely not right.  Her apparently calm exterior and vacant eyes frightened Judith.  What in the world could have happened to her while she was missing?


THE CALLISON HOME - DINING ROOM

Charles Callison2210 Elmwood Ln., Albanyville, IL"...and thank you, Lord, for my wonderful family who are finally all together, once again, in our home.  Amen."

As Charles finished his prayer everyone unclasped each other's hands and lifted their heads.  Maggie, who'd been forced to hold Annabelle's hand, quickly made it a point to exaggeratedly wipe her hand on the edge of the table cloth.

"Maggie!" Charles chastised, refusing to ignore his daughter's blatant act of spite.

"Oh, that's all right.  I think she's just darling," Annabelle said through a forced smile.  Yep, adoption for that one was at the top of her list.  "If I may, I'd like to say a few words."

The sudden rush of muffled, mumbled comments echoed through the room before Charles quickly tapped his glass with his knife to silence the chatter.

"Well...if you have something to say, then very well."  He shot his family a stern look of warning.  "The floor is yours."

Annabelle Lake"First of all, I'd like to thank you all for inviting me into your wonderful home," Annabelle smiled as she made a deliberate point of locking eyes with every person at the table.  "Maggie, sweet Maggie.  You are truly the joy of your father's heart."  And I wouldn't be sitting here tonight if it hadn't been for your help.

Maggie CallisonWitch!

"Reginald, you are so much like your father.  You have made him so proud of you.  I couldn't be any prouder if you were my own son."  Of course, I would settle for son-in-law, if I could just get Stephanie to get her act together.

Reginald CallisonI think I'm going to be sick.

"Trevor, you have such a spirit and sense of imagination about you.  I hope you realize exactly what a true gift you are."  And unbelievably dull, but why quibble.

Trevor CallisonMaybe I can just slip out and say I've got an article due for the newspaper that I've got to write.

"Jillian, I could only dream of having the grace and charm that you have.  This family should be proud to welcome you has the next Callison."  Unless, of course, I manage to beat you to it.

Jillian StokesSurely, she's not expecting us to buy all of this garbage?

"And, dear Grace, you're brother Douglas has built his world around you."  And I can't exactly figure out what the hell you're dong here.

Grace DavisAnd here I thought my mother was the crazy one!

"Please tell me she's finished," Reginald muttered as he leaned over to Jillian.  "I think I'm about to loose my appetite."

"Here's to the Callison family!"  Annabelle gracefully rose from her chair and extended her glass in a toast.  "Long may the first family of Albanyville reign!"

"Here, here!"

"Now, where's the food so we can get this over with," Trevor grumbled as he folded his arms across his chest and sunk down into his chair.

"Oh, Annabelle, darling, that was just beautiful," Charles smiled as he stood up and moved beside her to give her a tender kiss on the cheek.  At the sounds of Maggie gagging, he shot her a stern look just in time to see Jillian grab her shoulder to give her a vicious shake.  Suddenly, the doorbell rang.  "Now, who the devil could that be?"

Hannah Meadows"Um, Mr. Callison?" Hannah spoke up cautiously as she walked into the dining room.  "There is...there is a young man at the front door and he insists on speaking with you."

"Could you just tell him that I'm in the middle of a family dinner?"  Charles furrowed his brow in annoyance.  "I cannot be disturbed!  Take his name and tell him to telephone me at the office tomorrow."

Burt Lamont"I will not be put off!" came the voice as it echoed from the foyer.  "I've been forced to wait my entire life for this moment and I refuse to wait any longer!"

A shocked and confused Callison family quickly turned towards the sound of the voice to find Burt Lamont standing in doorway of the dining room.




ON MONDAY

How will the Callisons react to their newest family member?





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