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Natalie Will Fight for Amy
by chrissy n 7.17.00

As a result of a torrid affair with the married, Jay Stallings, Natalie became pregnant. Jay's wife was the sweet as a slice of blueberry pie, Carol, who was meant to be a mother.

But alas, nature didn't agree. And Carol was barren. Natalie gave birth, but she didn't want the child, a little girl.

Natalie deposited the baby on Carol and Jay's doorstep, and exited Oakdale.

Carol and Jay adopted the child, and Jay eventually left town.

Carol met Greek badboy, Steve Andropolous. Steve was trying to iron the wrinkles from his life, so he married Carol, the sweetest, most upstanding girl in town.

Natalie returned, and she wanted to see her daughter. But Carol was uncooperative.

Natalie went to the construction site where Steve worked. Steve was at his desk, wearing a hardhat, and writing on a piece of paper. The door squeaked opened. He looked up.

"Hello Steve," Natalie said.

Steve put down his pencil. "Mrs Triandos."

She sashayed to his desk. And Steve was impressed by her moves. He barely suppressed a leer. "Oh Steve, you don't have to be so formal," she said coquettishly. "Call me Natalie, or Nat if you'd prefer."

"I prefer Mrs Triandos," Steve said. "Why are you here?"

"To talk to you," Natalie said.

"I'm all ears."

"Oh you're much more than that, Steve," she said, looking at him like he was a pizza and she had gone for days without food.

He blushed.

She went on. "Your wife is raising my daughter."

"My wife and I are raising OUR daughter."

"Carol didn't give birth to Amy--I did. And you didn't sire her."

"No. Carol adopted Amy, and I'm Carol's husband, and together, we're raising Amy."

"And she's a lucky little girl to have Carol as a mother and, you a seemingly hard-working man as a father."

"I am a hard-working man," Steve said.

"Steve, I want to visit Amy. To see her."

"Yes, you've made that clear to Carol, and she's told you n-o," he spelled. "She doesn't want you anywhere near Amy."

"I don't know why she's being so unreasonable."

"She's protecting her child."

Natalie sighed. "She doesn't have to protect her child from me." She rolled her eyes.

"Why do you want to see, Amy?" Steve asked.

"Well, that's a ridiculous question."

"Is it?"

"Yes. I gave birth to Amy... I wonder about her. What she looks like...if she resembles me or my mother?"

"You saw her when she was a baby," Steve said.

"But that was a long time ago," Natalie said. "And her appearance has changed. I want to see what changes have taken place. My request isn't that unusual?"

"You gave her up. You put her on Carol's doorstep. You didn't want her," Steve said.

"Steve, I was a different person back then...I had become involved with a married man...Carol's husband. I became pregnant. I had the baby. I was flat broke, and unprepared to take on a child. Babies are an enormous responsibility."

"And what's the rest of this sob story?" Steve said. "That you were confused and overwhelmed, and you had to get away from it all, so you abandoned your daughter. Your own flesh and blood."

"That's what happened, and it isn't a sob story," Natalie retorted.

"Mrs Triandos, you aren't the first woman alone with a young child, and scared. But a decent person...a woman who loves her child toughs it out...She doesn't bundle up her kid, and place her on somebody's doorstep like a newspaper."

Natalie became outraged. "You, of all people have the audacity to sit there and pontificate to me about values, and right and wrong. You haven't exactly been a paragon of virtue."

Steve remained calm. "No. I've made some mistakes. Lousy choices."

"From what I've heard, you've made some doozies. So have some empathy," Natalie said.

"Sorry. I'm fresh out. And Mrs Triandos...I've been around. I've seen a lot. I've had dealings with all kinds of people. Rich. Poor. The blue jeans and beer; the tuxedo and champagne drinking types...I don't trust you."

"You don't trust me?"

"Not a bit," Steve said, shaking his head.

"You don't know me."

"No. But I know what Carol has told me," Steve said.

"How can Carol be objective? I had an affair with her husband. I had her husband's child."

He sighed. "I know a person who plays the angles when I see one," Steve said.

"And you think I'm that way?" Natalie inquired.

"I'd bet a month's pay on it," Steve replied.

"Well, fine. Don't trust me. That's your prerogative," Natalie said.

"Thanks."

"But what could I possibly gain by wanting to see my daughter?" Natalie wanted to know.

"Carol's daughter. My daughter," Steve corrected. "And I don't know what your game is. But you'll start out with just taking a peek at Amy to see how she's developed. Then there'll be another peek...and then you'll want to make regular visits."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, you're wrong. All I want is to see my dau--Amy once."

"Well, you're not going to. Carol doesn't want you anywhere near Amy, and neither do I."

"So you're not going to talk to Carol on my behalf?"

He shook his head. "I'm not uttering a word to her. I agree with her one hundred percent. Now, I have piles of work to do." He nodded to a stack of papers on his desk, and pointed to the door. He resumed scribbling on a piece of paper.

Natalie studied him for what seemed a century.

"Why are you still here?" Steve inquired. "I politely asked you to leave. Do you need me to usher you to the door?" He rose.

"Green fire," Natalie said.

Steve frowned. "What?"

"Green Fire. Remember?"

"The necklace," Steve said.

Natalie nodded. "And I'm not talking about that short story by Guy de Maupassant."

"What about the necklace?" Steve asked. "I returned it to your husband. It's rightful owner. I understand it's in a museum in Greece."

"Yes, being admired by sight-seers, and natives on an excursion," Natalie said. "Steve, you said you had been around, and you've had dealings with all kinds of people...Surely, you must know where I'm going with this."

"I have an idea," he said. "So, why don't you stop pussy-footing around, and share your thoughts."

She tilted back her head seductively. And laughed gently. She directed a crimson talon at Steve, and chirped, "I'd prefer it if you told me what's going on in my mind."

"Ladies," Steve ahemed. "First."

Natalie's eyes raked over Steve. "You have so much in your favor," she said. "Dark, brooding, sex appeal. Height. And smarts. Quite a package...And you have a pretty good idea what's in my mind. You're ninety nine point nine percent certain, but there's that margin... You need to hear me speak my thoughts...You realize you could be wrong, and if you play your hand, you could give me an idea that never crossed my mind."

Steve circled the desk, and went to where Natalie stood. She turned to face him. Looked him squarely in the eyes, traveling down to his feet. And back up to his face.

"Why don't you stop the game playing," Steve said. Serious.

She turned away from him. He was at her side. She faced the desk. "All right," she said. "You purloined that necklace from my husband."

"And I returned it," Steve countered.

"Yes, you did. But that doesn't change the fact that you stole it." She turned to face him. He stepped back a bit. "You lifted a very valuable piece of property...a necklace worth millions of dollars. You committed grand larceny. Charges could be instituted against you."

"But your husband didn't bring charges."

"No. He was happy to have the necklace in his possession...But Steve, I am very close to my husband, and he likes keeping a smile on my face. He hates it when I'm displeased. If you--"

"Here's the clincher," Steve yelled. Let's hear it, baby."

"If you don't convince Carol to let me see Amy, I'm going to talk to Ari about bringing charges against you for stealing the Green Fire necklace"

   
     

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