"You've reached the voicemail of Don Eppes. Leave a message at the beep." There was a moment of silence and she exhaled in defeat before closing her phone. As much as the decision to leave was obvious, it could wait to be discussed tomorrow right? Megan placed her phone on the table beside her before pulling back the covers and slipping in.
She had been thinking about her decision quite often for the past few days. And she would have to make a trip back to the office anyway to retrieve a few things from her desk, and the chances of her sleeping tonight or tomorrow-like usual-was slim to none. And quite possibly she would run into Don.
Things were changing so quickly and she was making a decision that if leaving Don's team wasn't for the best, then neither was her future. She looked at the pictures of her nieces and nephews tonight and she realized she could smile at the idea that she was closer to having a husband. And before Larry, she had never been so sure about her future-until now.
Reaching over to the stand Megan picked up her phone. This time however she was dialing a different number.
"You know Charles" Larry began as he turned around to face his friend and colleague. "I sense more than a predicament here."
"I admit things have been a little tense this week." Charlie offered resting his hand to the side, then rubbing his hand across the back of his neck. "So you were saying about New York."
"New York was fascinating. It was as if I found a part of me that I never imagined was there." Larry's face was full of expression as his hands gestured, beckoning in a rainbow shape when he explained.
Charlie couldn't help but smirk as he took a drink of his milk. "I'm starting to think there's something more to this trip equation that you're not saying." At that Larry turned to study the picture on the wall again for a split second before turning back towards Charlie.
"Are you telling me that you asked Megan to marry you on your trip to New York?" He took another swallow of milk and set it down on the table.
Larry pursed his lips thought before noticeably nodding and turning in his direction. "That is presumably correct."Charlie felt his jaw slack for a moment before the corners of his lips edged into a grin.
Charlie had to catch his thoughts as he took a step forward. "And she said yes?" Larry was about to nod when the phone started to ring. "Hold that thought."With that Charlie disappeared into the kitchen only to reappear a few minutes later with his hand over the speaker."It's Megan."
Handing over the phone, Larry put the receiver up to his ear as he trailed into the kitchen. "Megan, how was your evening?"
Megan smiled at the sound of his voice. "It was better than I expected. I ended up calling my father for dinner which I think was a bit of surprise for both of us. How was your flight back?"
Shrugging, he pursed his lips."It was nothing special. Actually I spent the majority of time thinking about you and our future together as well as what our pasts have held beyond the moon and the stars."
She smiled at his use of symbolism. "And some other things as well-don't think I haven't noticed your own sudden change in paradise. I want to know too what's going through your mind just as much as you want to know what's going through mine."
Larry gave a look as he nodded in confirmation and sat down on the couch before booting up the computer. "So if I can be honest here, what has been going through your mind since the factor of your father has most certaintly been eliminated?"
She looked up as her eyes caught the picture on the hotel wall. "A future with a husband and kids that I could love every day of my life." Taking in a deep breath, there was a short pause. "I keep arguing with myself if something like this was right-If this is what I could do had the opportunity been granted to me. And then I realize despite still being attached to my work, that moving on to this might be for the best."
"You're thinking about leaving." Inquiring, he sat back on the couch before typing the access password into the computer.
"I'm not just thinking about it." She summed up, running a hand through her hair. A wave of heat rushed passed by her and she stood up from the bed and adjusted the thermostat to bring in a cooler atmosphere. "And suddenly I'm not feeling so hot." Admitting out loud she walked back over to the other bed where he had been sleeping, and sat down promptly with her elbow propped up on the vent, cool air hit her face and neck relieving her temporarily from upcoming nausea. So she thought. "I'm going to have to call you back." With that she closed her phone and ran into the bathroom.
"A little help here would be nice." Alan called out to his youngest son promptly, while juggling a stack of papers in one hand and a briefcase in the other. He stumbled a little as Charlie got out of his chair. To which he gladly took half of the stack as Alan exhaled in relief and set the other stack of papers on the living room table and then the briefcase.
"I'm guessing the town meeting ended well." Charlie eyed the stack of papers on the table as he pressed his hand to the table.
"It most certaintly did." Alan brushed off, then pointed to the suitcase by the door. "I see that Larry got home safe and sound."
Charlie nodded before gesturing towards the garage as he subtly answered his father's questioning eyes. "He's in the garage taking up a phone call from Megan." Alan who had just begun to sift through a few pages off the stack, raised his eyebrows but didn't look up immediately, something on one of the pages catching his eye.
"Isn't she still in New York?" He inquired as his lips forming silent words as he read a line from the page.
Charlie nodded again before adding. "I do believe that she's coming back home tomorrow." Charlie stepped over to the stand in effort to clean up a little before his father noticed.
There was a slight pause, and Alan looked up abrubtly as he took off his glasses. "Good, then she'll make it home in time for dinner on Wednesday."
"About that-" Charlie began, picking up the napkin and glass from its place and headed towards the swinging door to the kitchen.
"Why am I getting the feeling that you're going to say something I am not going to want to hear-hmm?" Charlie shrugged as he decided that tonight he wasn't going to explain the whole argument between his brother and Megan-that one was going to blow up big time, he could just feel it if somebody didn't suddenly change their minds.-Or Larry and Megan suddenly engaged after their trip to New York.
But then again, maybe things were changing for the better, right?
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