“This is not good.”
“No, it’s not.”
RYKER
Arriving at the office after getting Gia squared away at the hotel, I find several members of my staff waiting outside. “Are we having an outside meeting I wasn’t invited to?”
The receptionist, May, asks me, “Do you have something you’d like to tell us, Mr. Crawford?”
“No, not really.” I look around at the eight people who are the first to arrive each morning and start to wonder about what’s going on inside the building my grandfather purchased when he began this whole business. “Would anyone care to let me in on why you’re all out here?”
Tony, the maintenance man, steps forward. “The CIA and the FBI are in the building. We all stepped out because they’re going through everything and making us feel like criminals.”
My eyes just about pop out of my head as I turn and haul ass inside to see why they’d be doing such a thing. I’m stopped as soon as I enter the door by a man in a dark suit and glasses. “Sorry, no one is getting in here today.”
“I’m Ryker Crawford. I own this place. I just had a very long meeting with the CIA only yesterday. Why is this happening?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss that.” His answer infuriates me and I storm back out.
“You all should go home. I have to make a visit to my lawyers,” I shout as I go past the waiting employees.
“Are we getting paid for today?” one of them shouts.
“I sure as hell hope so. But I can’t make any promises.” I get into my car and head out, hitting the call button on the computer screen to call my lawyers.
“Davenport, Davenport, and Stephenson,” the receptionist answers the call.
“I need to speak with any one of them.”
“No one’s come in yet,” she lets me know. “If you’ll leave your name and number, I’ll have the first one to walk through the door give you a call.”
“They have my number. Tell them Ryker Crawford needs to talk to them as soon as possible. It’s of the utmost importance.”
“Yes, sir.”
Just as I end that call, I get one from the hotel I just left Gia at. “Hello?”
“I’m looking for Ryker Crawford.”
“You got him.”
“There’s a problem with the credit card you left when you checked in earlier. Can you come back and give us a different one?”
“I’m pretty busy. My wife’s in the room. She has all the same cards I do. Can you go up and let her know about the problem?”
“Of course. Thank you, sir.”
Shaking my head to try to clear it, I decide to drive over to my lawyers’ offices to meet them all in person. Something has to have happened to make the FBI join forces with the CIA and be looking at everything I have.
Making a quick call to my accountant, I try to figure out why that credit card isn’t working. “Stimson’s Accounting.”
“Hi, I need to speak with Roger, please.”
“One moment, sir,” his secretary tells me.
“Roger Stimson here.”
“Ryker Crawford here. I’ve had one of my credit cards turned down. Have you stayed up on all the bills?”
“Yes, sir. Which one did they turn down?”
“A platinum Visa.”
“There’s no reason anyone should ever turn that one down. There’s no limit on it.”
“Can you check into that for me? I’m pretty swamped today.”
“Of course, I’ll get right back to you, Mr. Crawford.” I end the call.
And right away, another call comes in and I see it’s Gia. “Ryker, you’re never going to believe this.”
“Try me.” I tap the steering wheel as I sit at a red light. My nerves are shot!
“Our card was declined here at the hotel. The manager came up here with a credit card reader to get another one and every single one of mine was declined. Even the debit card from the bank. Ryker, what’s going on?”
“I’m not sure, baby. You don’t need to worry about a thing. You rest and relax.”
“I can’t. They said I have to leave the room. The bellboy is being sent up to get our bags.”
“What the…” the light turns green and I have to make a U-turn to go back to the hotel to straighten this shit out. “I’m coming. Wait in the lobby if they make you do that. The bastards!”
“You sound pissed. Watch your speed, baby. Everything will be okay. You’ll see.”
“I hope so. Sit tight. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Ending that call, I make one to our bank in Orlando. An automated system answers the call, so I push zero to try to get to talk to a real person. Instead, I get this, “Hello, your phone number has brought up your account with The National Bank of Orlando. Our records indicate your accounts have been frozen. For more information, you will need to go into the local branch. Thank you and have a nice day.”
How in the hell can anyone have a nice day after hearing that?
Pulling up to the hotel, I stop as the valet comes to get the car. Rushing inside, I find Gia is sitting in the lobby with all of our things on a luggage cart. Heat flows through me as I hold out my hand to let her know to stay put and walk past her, to the front desk. “I need the manager out here now!”
“Ryker, stop,” Gia’s voice comes from behind me. “We need to go. We have more pressing matters to tend to right now.”
Turning around, I look at her. “Just hang on. Let me deal with this. You’ll be back in that room, relaxing in no time.”
“No, I won’t.”
“Yes, you will,” I tell her and put my hand on her shoulder to take her back to sit down.
“Ryker, my water has broken. I need to get to the hospital! Damn, stop and listen!”
“Shit!” I look back at the lady at the front desk. “Never mind!” When we get outside, I hand the valet the card the other one gave me. “Can you send someone inside to get our luggage? That’s it right there.” I point at it and he gives me a nod.
“Ryker, what the hell is going on?” Gia asks me.
“You just don’t worry about that. I want you to think about you and our son and that’s all. Noah is soon to be here. That’s all that really matters, baby.”
“Ryker, damn it! Tell me why our cards don’t work!”
“I’m working on that as we speak. I have our accountant dealing with that right now. Not to worry. Most likely a weird glitch in the system.”
The car comes up and a bellboy brings our things and puts them in the trunk. When he waits a moment for a tip, I shake my head and feel like a complete fool. But I have no idea how much cash I even have on me. And I can’t go giving away shit right now.
As I pull away, the phone rings and I see it’s our chef. “Shit!”
Gia looks at me with confusion. “Why’d you say that?”
With a push of the button, I say, “Hello, Consuela.”
“Sir, I hate to bother you. I really do. But we’ve arrived at the hotel in New York and they said the card number you gave them to pay for our room has been declined.”
“Yes, I think there’re some problems. Can I get you to hop back in a cab and get back to the airport? I’ll call the jet and have them bring you back home. Things have turned a bit sour here. I’ll explain things when I know more. I’m very sorry about this.”
“Okay, sir,” she says with a shaky voice.
“Honey, can you call the jet and tell them to pick them back up and bring them home?”
“I can certainly do that. And can you give me some idea of why this is happening to us?”
“It most likely has something to do with why the FBI and CIA are at Apollo Engineering, going through everything.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch her eyebrows raising up high. “Damn.”
“Yes, damn, damn, damn. Not to worry, though. There’s nothing to find. I have no idea what kind of a tip they got but it’s a false one. That will soon be found out and
our accounts will be freed up.”
“Freed up? Have they been frozen?”
I nod as the phone rings again. This time it’s hers and it’s her father. “Daddy?”
“Hey, sweetheart. We’re running into a bit of trouble up here. Your mother went to buy some groceries and her card was declined. Then she went on over to the bank and found out our accounts have been frozen. Do you think you could get Ryker to see what’s happened?”
“Ours are frozen too. The FBI and CIA are at Apollo Engineering. I’m not sure about anything. Well, that’s not exactly true. I’m sure your grandson is about to be born today. My water broke and we’re on the way to the hospital.”
“That’s good news! Send us pictures as soon as you can. I’ll tell everyone else. Don’t let this money business mess up such a great occasion. Your first kid only comes once, you know. Rich or poor, you won’t feel a thing about that once you lay your eyes on your little man.”
“Thanks Dad,” she says then wipes a tear from her eye. “I love you. I’ll keep in touch.”
“I love you too, baby girl. And you better keep in touch.” She ends the call and lies her head back on the headrest.
“Are you having contractions, baby,” I ask her as she’s not said a word about them.
“I didn’t realize what they were. It’s in my back. It hurts, then it doesn’t. In all honesty, I thought I had to poop.” She giggles and blushes.
Pulling into the hospital parking lot, I stop at the front door. “Let me grab a wheelchair and take you in. Then I’ll park the car, once they’re taking you up to where ever it is they’ll take you.”
Getting out, I run inside and grab one of the waiting wheelchairs and go back out to get her. She’s still smiling as I help her out of the car and into the seat of the wheelchair. “I feel so much better being here, Ryker. Things will be okay. I just know they will.”
With a nod to give her an idea that I’m on the same wavelength she is, which isn’t true at all, I push her inside and go to the desk where a nurse is standing, waiting for us. “Are we having us a baby today?”
“We are,” Gia says, cheerfully.
“I need to park the car. I’ll be right back.” I run out and get into the car and haul ass to park it. Then I grab the bag out of the trunk that we packed just for the hospital and run back inside.
When I get inside and see tears flowing over Gia’s, now red, cheeks, I almost fall down. “Ryker!”
The nurse is no longer alone at the desk, there’s a man there too and he’s looking at me with a scowl on his face as he wiggles his finger for me to come to him.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I approach them.
“I’m afraid we can’t check your wife in, Mr. Crawford. Your insurance company said they can’t pay. The cards your wife gave us aren’t working, either. I’m afraid you’ll have to go to the county hospital to have the baby. This is out of my hands to fix.”
“Her doctor delivers here and only here,” I say as I look over and see Gia crying even harder now.
“Someone there will deliver the baby. Not to worry, sir. Sorry about this,” he says as if he’s really sorry.
“I guess there’s no time to fuck around with you people.” I turn around and wheel Gia out of the hospital, taking her all the way to where I’ve parked. “They can come pick up the wheelchair their damn selves! No compassion, mother…”
“Ryker, please just hurry. I’m uncomfortable and just want to lie in a bed. Or walk or do something!”
Helping her into the car, I lean the seat back, so she can recline a bit. “I’ll get you to the county hospital, baby. No worries.”
“I’m sorry for being a bitch.” She runs her hand over my cheek. “I’m just kind of freaking out now.”
“You’re not being a bitch at all. Just try to relax.”
When I get into the car, I see her shaking her head. “Ryker, can you just call Margie, the midwife we were in the dome with, and see if she’ll come out to our house and help us deliver this baby? I don’t want to have him in the county hospital with some doctor I don’t even know.”
I nod and call Margie. “Hey, you. Long time, no hear. How the heck are you, Ryker?”
“Not great. But that can be talked about later. What are you up to right now?”
“Not much.”
Gia pushes the button to bring her seat up into a sitting position. “Can we come get you and take you to our house? I’m having a baby. I need you, Margie.”
“Gia, are you kidding? Are you having it right now?”
“I am. Well, I’m in early labor. Contractions are ten minutes apart. My water has broken already, though. The ride out to our place is about an hour. I’m sure I have plenty of time to get there and situated. Can you help me?”
“Of course, I can, Gia. I can take my car out there. No reason for you guys to go through the trouble of picking me up. Send me the address and I’ll head out there right away.”
I watch Gia breath out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I’ll send it to you.”
“See you guys soon.”
Looking at Gia as I stop at a light, I reach over and run my hand through her silky hair. “Hey.” She turns her head to look at me. Her cheeks are a bit chubby and she looks absolutely adorable. “I hope he has your strength, Gia. You have it in spades, baby.”
“No, I don’t. I’m a wreck.” She sniffles and wipes her eyes.
“You’re not a wreck. You’re level-headed and thinking clearly. You’re a rock, baby. An absolute rock. I’m lucky to have you and Noah is lucky to have you as his mother.”
“Ryker, what’s going to happen if our accounts stay frozen for a while? How are we going to live?”
“You let me be the rock in that situation, Gia. I don’t want you to worry one bit about that. First, we’re going to take care of getting our son here. Then I’ll take care of this financial thing while you take care of him.”
“You’re making it sound easy. I don’t think it’s going to be easy.”
“Worse-case scenario, we have to sell some things for cash while this mess gets sorted out. See, I’ve already got an idea for money.”
She smiles a weak smile. “My rock.”
“Yeah, we’re just a couple of rocks in this crazy world who managed to bump into each other one, fateful night.” I give her cheek a little pinch.
She closes her eyes and breaths in deeply. “They’re getting a little closer together now. Maybe by five or six tonight we’ll be looking at his little face.”
“I can’t wait. I will wait. But it’s going to be hard.”
Her laughter makes me happy and it becomes crystal clear. As long as I have her, I have everything!
GIA
His tiny round head is lying on my breast. He’s using it as a pillow and making little movements as he sleeps. “He’s so precious,” Ryker whispers as he runs his fingertip over our son’s head.
“Isn’t he?” I whisper too. I don’t want to wake him. He’s so little and needs his rest.
Margie looks in on us. “Last check before I leave. Is everything okay?”
“We’ll be fine,” Ryker tells her. “Thank you. When I get things figured out, I’ll get you some money for being such a great friend and helping us through the delivery.”
“No, you won’t. I’m not taking a dime from you. When we all get to Mars, we won’t have money to bother with. We’ll all help each other, without any monetary gains. I’m living like that as often as I can right here on Earth. Now, if you need anything else, you just call me. And don’t forget to get that little guy to his pediatrician soon.”
“We will,” I tell her then kiss the top of Noah’s tiny head. “Thank you, Margie. I’ll bake you a pie or something.”
“Now, a pie, I’ll take. See you guys later on.”
Ryker moves his arm around me and gently pushes my head to rest on his shoulder. “Things will work out, Gia. I know they will.”
“I have faith in you. I know
you’ll figure this whole thing out.”
When his cell rings, we both cut our eyes to it as it lies on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. “That’s the agent from the CIA, who’s been running this case,” he says as he just looks at the number.
“Are you going to answer it?”
“Nah. Right now, I’m going to gaze at my little boy and forget about everything but him and you. My perfect little family. Fuck the rest of the world, for right now.”
A kiss to the top of my head, has me lying my head back on his shoulder. And I have to say, I’ve never found myself loving the man any more than I do right now.
But what will the future hold for us?
Part 10 - The New Life
RYKER
Waking up to the sweet sound of my son’s cries finds a smile on my lips. “I’ll get him.”
Gia moans a little as she wakes up too and tries to situate herself. I help her first, fluffing the pillows and helping her slide up, so she can feed him. I place a pillow under her arm to rest it on.
“Thank you, baby,” she mumbles as she wipes the sleep out of her eyes.
Picking up the baby out of the bassinet that’s right by my side of the bed, I place him in her waiting arms. “Here’s Momma’s little man.” I kiss the top of his squirming head. “I’m going to go to the kitchen and grab you something to eat and drink. I’ll be right back.”
Taking my phone with me, I see it’s nine in the morning. Padding through the house to get to the kitchen, I check the messages that have come in. I put the phone on silent last night. I wanted to shut the world out for a while to let me get my bearings.
My lawyers are the first call I return. “Davenport, Davenport, and Stephenson,” the secretary answers.
“This is Ryker…”
“Oh, yes! Mr. Crawford. Everyone has been trying to reach you. All day, yesterday we called and left messages. Are you okay?”
“I am. My wife gave birth to our first child yesterday. I had to take time for them.”
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