October 5, 2084
Manhattan, New York
Roarke looked across the table at Jamie Lingstrom, and mentally started counting backwards. How long ago did he stop dating Siobahn, his oldest daughter? He shook the thought out of his mind. Clearly, he did not want to think about it. Siobahn was not pregnant. She was going to NYU to finish her 'Masters' in Forensics.
A thought came into his head. Marlena? He'd strangle Marc Freestone for this! No...no...his other daughter was not pregnant. She was finishing high school this year, would head to Harvard, and then become a lawyer.
Well, then whose test was it? Eve's? Nah! They were done with that stuff.
"Sir, are you all right?" Jamie asked, concern.
Roarke smiled. "Fine, let's call it a night, Jamie," he declared, gathering his files and hard copies.
Jamie nodded, and did the same.
Roarke eyed him with some trepidation. "Um, Jamie. How long ago did you stop seeing Siobahn?"
Jamie looked at him, startled. Did he know that they had gotten back together? Sure, there was an age difference but she didn't have a problem with it. So why was her father still making him 'jumpy'? "It's been...a while, sir," he said, hoping that he sounded sincere.
Roarke saw right through him, but decided to leave it alone. "All right, well...see ya tomorrow," he declared, and headed towards the garage.
He opened the door to the limo and tossed his briefcase in.
"Ouch, Dad," declared a young teenage voice.
Roarke smiled, as Marlena was sprawled upside down on the back seat. Her socked feet in the air - privacy headphones on her head. He slid in beside her. "Who are you talking to?"
"My boyfriend," she declared, in that highly annoyed and insulted voice of a teenager. "Just a minute."
He nodded. "So you're talking to Marc?"
She looked at him, her face contorted to disgust. "Marc Freestone is not my boyfriend, Dad."
He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, and snatched the headphones from her. "This is Roarke. Who is this, and how old are you?" He nodded, while Marlena crashed to the floor. "Dad!"
"All right, but if you give my daughter an alcoholic beverage or illegal substance - I will hunt you down and neuter you."
He took the headphones off and handed them. "Sounds like a delightful young man," he declared.
She put the headphones on. "Josh?" She took the headphones off and tossed them to the floor. "Dad," she whined.
"Marlena Charlotte Dallas-Roarke," he whined back.
She tried to be annoyed, but only ended up leaning against her father. He put his arm around her, as she laid her head against his chest.
"What's wrong, baby? Tell me," he urged, hoping that it had nothing to do with the test he found this morning.
"Nothing's wrong," she said, trying to reassure him. "You worry too much. Mom said that you should have more fun. It'll be good for your heath."
"You're trying to change the subject," he said. "Marl, you can tell me anything and I'll totally be all right with it."
She frowned. "I slept with Marc, and now he's being a stupid jerk," she said with a sniffle.
He lost a little color. "Oh.... Okay...and are you preg..."
She looked up in total shock. "Ewww...I'm not pregnant. That's totally disgusting. Mom and I had this discussion."
His stomach rumbled. "Let's discuss something else."
Siobahn looked at the test results. "Wow," she declared, with a smile. "Iced...frigid."
Lt. Peabody frowned. "It still doesn't place him at the scene."
Siobahn turned the scope, adjusted the viewer and moved away. "The blood from the knife is a match for the victim's Mitochondreal DNA. That would be enough for an arrest warrant. Bring him here, and I'll get a match on DNA and semen."
Peabody smiled. "Excellent," she declared. "Hey, your Mom told me that you transferred to NYU."
She smiled. "Yeah, I want to finish my degree. Plus, I was accepted to study Forensics at the HSO."
"I'm happy for you. How'd your mother take studying at the HSO?" Peabody asked with a weary smile.
Siobahn smiled, trying not to remember the stupefied look on her mother's face when she told her. "She's happy for me," she reassured the Lieutenant.
At that moment, her desk link rang. She smiled. "Excuse me," she said, and headed to her desk. "Roarke, Pathology..."
"Si, It's me," Jamie answered.
She put on her headphones. "Hi...he is....Okay, I'll talk to him."
"I'll let you be smug. Consider this a break, but make no mistake about it. I will get you. You see the problem with you is that you got the taste in you. You've messed with a person's life, and it was so easy. You think you got away with it, and when you think that you got away with it -- you're going to be sloppy. But it doesn't matter if you're sloppy or as neat as a freakin' pin. I will get you, and you'll be mine," Eve snarled into the comm link.
"Thank you for calling Demeter, Inc. We thank you for your comments and suggestions, and hope that we were able to give you excellent news regarding your family planning," the recording started.
"My family planning is that I'm too old," she yelled at the viewer. She hung up on the recorder. "Should have gotten them tied after Marlena," she declared.
"Well, there was that little problem with being stuck in a lift, Mom," Siobahn commented, as she leaned against the doorframe. "Mom, what's going on?" She asked, walking into the room, and putting her arms around her mother. She leaned her head against her shoulder.
Eve smiled, and patted her daughter's arm. "Your father is going to have a stroke," she said, and handed her test results.
Si took them, as she fell into the sleep chair. "It can't be that bad. He'd have more of a stroke about Marlena loosing her virginity to Marc Freestone."
"What!?" she yelled.
The younger woman smiled. "See, nothing can be as bad as that," she said, scanning the sheet. "What? She's pregnant! We had a discussion."
"She's not pregnant. I'm pregnant," Eve declared.
Si turned to her mother, and laughed. "No, you're not. You're too old to have kids..." she trailed off as Eve looked at her with a straight face. Si stopped laughing, and frowned. "Mom, do we need to have a discussion about birth control?"
"I do not need to have a discussion about birth control from my daughter," Eve declared, mortified.
Si looked at her, smug. "Really, then how come I was the only planned pregnancy in this house." Lancelot, the cat, looked up and meowed. "besides you, of course," she added.
The calico blue eyed cat jumped over to Eve and demanded to be nuzzled. She obliged him with a rub. "Your father will freak."
Her daughter shook her head. "I doubt it," she said, pushing her hair behind her ears. "I'm sure that it will be a shock to him. I mean, I know that you guys were planning another trip. Marlena told me. No more social parties," she said.
"I hate parties," Eve declared, propping her feet on the desk.
"No more sudden sex trips...although that may be a good idea," Si declared.
"Watch it, girl. I brought you into this world, and I will take you out," Eve declared, still stroking the cat's ears.
"You have the midnight feedings, diapers, the constant worrying. I mean, you have all this...if you want to have this baby," she said, looking at her mother.
"What baby?" Roarke asked, standing in the doorway.
Both Eve and Siobahn stood up, startled. "I'm pregnant," Eve declared.
"No, you're not," he said with a laugh.
"Are we going to have to go through this again?" Eve asked.
He stopped laughing. "How'd this happen?"
"I believe you were there at the time, ace," Eve answered.
Siobahn smiled, as she closed the door. She headed to the railing and sat with her sister. Marlena frowned. "Mom's knocked up?
"Pretty much," she declared.
"How could they do this to us?" Marlena asked.
Si glared at her with a raised eyebrow. "Marlena, I really don't think they planned this to ruin your life. We can handle it."
"Whose this 'we'? You don't live here anymore," the teenager said, starting to tear up.
Si frowned. "Well, maybe I'll move back in. I mean...if they decided to have this baby, they'll need some help. When we were kids, they had Summerset....but it all was still a big adjustment."
She frowned. "How much of an adjustment could it be? We had servants. It couldn't have been that much of a problem. I mean...having a baby can't be totally bad," she said, trying to convince herself.
Siobahn gazed at her sister with trepidation. "You are using birth control, condoms...stuff like that? Right?"
Si groaned. "Please, God," she prayed. "Let this one be a boy. Sisters are too much trouble."
Roarke sat in the chair, a stupid grin on his face. He had that same look for the last five minutes.
Eve looked up at him. "Anytime you want to speak...just let me know."
"Does it feel like a boy?" he finally asked.
"It honestly feels like the stomach flu," she answered.
The door opened. "Mom, Siobahn said I was an accident," Marlena whined.
"She didn't use any precautions when she slept with Marc," Siobahn yelled back.
"She's still dating Jamie Lingstrom," Marlena declared.
"Big mouth!" Si yelled back.
Roarke put his hands to his head and looked at his wife. Eve smirked. "You sure you want to do all this over again?"
**To Be Continued**
9 months in Death by LaVita