For personal use and select distribution only © September 2000 by "Tiff" Amber Stockton
Hidden Beneath
by Tiffany Miller
The first rays of sunlight filtered in through the upstairs window of the two-story homestead, set amidst the picturesque backdrop of the magnificent Colorado Rockies. The beams of light penetrated the darkenss and settled on the face of the sleeping form in the bed. Awakened by the change from darkness to light, Michaela stirred from her dream-filled state and turned to touch the pillow beside her. Finding it empty, she sighed and smoothed her fingers over its surface, a sad yet hopeful look in her eyes, still showing evidence of her recent sleep.
She gave herself a mental shake and stirred out of her reverie. "Today," she sighed. "Today, Sully is coming home!" This thought caused her to smile, as she thought about all the long, lonely nights she had face for the past month, without him here. It hadn't been easy saying goodbye to him on the train bound for St. Louis last month, but she knew it was something he needed to do, and for that, she had forced a smile to her face to send him off. After all, she knew he would miss her, too, and it wouldn't help matters any if his last sight of her was with tears on her face.
Somehow, she had managed to get through the past month, and she was thankful for the help of her son, Brian, who was fast becoming a man. He had taken over Sully's jobs around the homestead, doing extra chores and helping with the repairs that needed doing. He had offered to sit with Katie while Michaela had to tend to a patient or take care of something equally important. Matthew had also come over to help, when he wasn't busy with studying law. Had it not been for their help, she knew she would have missed Sully all the more.
Now, Katie was a different matter. She had really begun to grow a lot recently, and Michaela had trouble keeping her in clothes that fit, let alone shoes. She was running everywhere and talking up a storm, but that wasn't the biggest problem. Since Sully had been gone, Katie had never ceased to ask when he would be home, and constantly remind Michaela of his absence. Nevertheless, they had managed, and now Sully would be home today.
That thought alone spurred Michaela into action. She quickly donned the dress Sully loved best on her, mostly green to highlight her multi-colored eyes, but with a small amount of tan across the shoulders which complimented her skin. Sully used to tell her that the color shined from her eyes whenever she wore it. With that done, she hastily styled her hair, leaving it down and hanging to her waist, since she knew Sully preferred it that way. Then, she finished the remainder of her dressing and exited her room to wake up her children.
She wasn't surprised when she knocked and found Brian already awake and on his way outside to do the morning chores, so she went to Katie's room. She pulled back the curtains and allowed the full effect of the sunlight to enter the room, then walked over to Katie's bed. "Up and at 'em, sweetheart," she called. "The sun's up, and you should be, too."
Katie quickly pulled the covers over her head, and Michaela smiled at this new game her daughter had discovered. She never ceased to be amazed at how fast her little one was growing. It hardly seemed possible that Katie was two-and-a-half years old, now. It seemed like yesterday when she was just a baby who did nothing but sleep, eat, and cry, not to mention needing a change of undergarments quite often.
Michaela sat on the edge of the bed and slowly drew down the covers from Katie's face. "I think I see a head in there," she teased. "Oh! And there's those eyebrows. Now, what comes next?"
"Eyes, Mama!" Katie replied. Michaela tugged the remainder of the covers off of her daughter, revealing the blue-brown eyes which were a combination of hers and Sully's. The impish grin that followed was something that could only come from Sully. She reached for Katie, who immediately launched herself into Michaela's arms, giving her mother a hug and snuggling into her lap.
"Why, you're right. You're such a smart girl. How did you ever get to be so smart?"
"You and Papa teach me!" the little girl replied with a smile that quickly faded. "Mama, when Papa home?"
"Today, sweetheart! Papa's coming home today on the train!"
"Twain?" she replied, excited.
"Yes, now don't you think we should get you dressed and go downstairs?"
"No!" she replied. "No dwess!" and she wiggled down from Michaela's lap to run and hide behind the rocking chair in the corner.
Michaela sighed. "Katie, don't you want to look pretty for Papa when we go to greet him this morning? You know he's going to want to see his favorite little girl all dressed up for him!"
Katie looked up at her Mama from between the gaps in the back of the chair, appearing as if she was contemplating what Michaela was saying. "Papa wike dwess?"
"Of course he does, Katie. Look at Mama. Mama's wearing a dress, and I even fixed my hair the way Papa likes it. Now, don't you want to look real pretty like Mama?" she tried to appeal to her daughter's interest in pleasing Sully. At times like these, it was the only leverage she had.
"Okay," the child responded, decisively, coming out from behind the chair and walking over to the chest of drawers. She tried to pull on one of the drawers, but it wouldn't budge.
Michaela walked over and opened the wardrobe. "Why don't we wear this blue dress, Katie. You know Papa likes this one on you. Then, we'll fix your hair, so it's not falling in your face," she said, lovingly brushing a few stray locks out of her daughter's eyes. She handed the dress to Katie and helped pull out the drawer to get her daughter's undergarments. In no time at all, Michaela had Katie dressed, and mother and daughter were on their way downstairs for breakfast.
On the ride into town, Michaela held Katie in her lap, and Brian commented about how exciting he was sure this year was going to be. "I can't wait, Ma," he began, making sure he kept his eyes on the road as he drove. "It's my last year, and I know it'll be a lotta fun to graduate at the end of this year, cuz then I can start focusin' on my writing."
Michaela looked over at her fourteen-and-a-half-year-old son. "It hardly seems like you're of the age to be graduating, Brian."
"Don't worry, Ma, it ain't so bad. I'll still be stayin' around here most of the time and workin' with Miss Dorothy. I'll probably just take classes in Denver or someplace close, since I don't wanna go far away for my studies. 'Sides, I get the best experience right here!"
Brian pulled up alongside the fence next to the bridge which led to the schoolhouse, set the brake, grabbed his books and hopped down, but not before giving Michaela a quick kiss on the cheek. "See ya this afternoon, Ma!" he called. "I can't wait to hear all about Sully's trip!"
Michaela set Katie on the seat next to her, and picked up the reins to continue on around to the train station. She guided the wagon alongside the depot, set the brake, and alighted from the wagon seat, helping Katie down after her. "Hold Mama's hand," she instructed her daughter, and the the two walked together up the steps to the platform and over to the station window.
"Mornin', Dr. Mike. Katie," the telegraph and train station operator greeted, congenially, and nodded at both in turn.
"Good morning, Horace," Michaela replied, then turned to her daughter. "Katie, don't you have something to stay to Mr. Bing?"
"Hello," the little girl responded, obediently, jumping up and down to try to see over the counter.
Michaela smiled at her daughter's antics. "Is the train on time, Horace?"
"Sure is, Dr. Mike," he assured her. "Bet it'll be good to have Sully back."
"Yes, it certainly will be." Michaela breathed a sigh of relief just thinking about it. "How long's he been gone?" "A little over a mo---" She was interrupted by the reverberating blast of the train whistle, signaling its arrival to town.
"Mama! Twain! Twain!" Katie exclaimed, jumping up and down in her excitement.
"We'll see you later, Horace," Michaela called as she allowed her daughter to pull her towards the platform steps to watch the train come to a stop directly in front of them.
Mother and daughter both watched the myriad of passengers depart from the train, until the one they wanted to see exited and stepped down from the train car. It wasn't hard to spot him, with his customary buckskin pants and moccassin boots. She was glad to see he was wearing his blue-striped shirt, the one she loved on him, and she fleetingly wondered if he had chosen that shirt for her today, just as she had chosen her outfit this morning.
"Papa!" Katie called the moment she saw her father.
"How's my Kates?" Sully replied, setting down his bag at his feet to swing his daughter up into his arms. After a loving hug, he tossed her a little into the air, which always elicited a giggle from the girl, then settled her down and turned to face his wife. "Hi there," he greeted her with a warm smile, thinking how wonderful it was to see her beautiful face again. "Ya look real beautiful. Your hair, just the way I like it," he complimented and reached his free hand out to run his fingers down the side of her cheek to her chin.
"Welcome home," she replied and leaned in for his kiss. It was a brief one, showing how much they had missed each other, but also one that promised more to come once they were alone. Michaela pulled away, giving him a brief peck which served as an exclamation point on their unspoken promise.
"So, how've things been without me?" Sully began.
"Let's get your bag over to the clinic," Michaela hedged, "and then head over to Grace's for some coffee and maybe a little something for breakfast. I'm sure you haven't eaten much on the train." Michaela was well aware Sully knew she was avoiding his question, but she wanted to have a few moments to collect her thoughts before sharing everything with him. She would just rather present everything to him in a collected manner, rather than throwing it at him, haphazardly.
"Come ta think of it, I *am* real hungry, and some coffee sounds real good," he agreed. He was sure Michaela would talk when she was ready. He could tell by the look in her eyes, it wasn't anything serious, but he knew it was important, so he didn't want to press her.
"We'll leave the wagon here, since it's just a short walk," Michaela explained.
"Papa, no up," Katie squirmed in Sully's arms, so he put her down to walk, but made sure to take her hand. Katie reached up to grasp her mother's hand with her other one.
"Mornin', Dr. Mike. Sully. Miss Katie," Grace greeted when the trio entered her cafe. "It sure is good to see ya back, Sully. I know one young lady who's been askin' 'bout ya near every time I see her."
"I miss Papa, Miss Gwace," Katie replied, knowing the woman was talking about her.
"Well, I'm home, now, Kates, and I promise to spend some extra special time with ya ta make up for bein' gone so long," Sully vowed.
"Okay," Katie agreed to this plan.
"Now, what can I get ya folks?" Grace asked.
"First, you can promise me you'll come by the clinic sometime today for your check-up," Michaela advised with a smile, assuming her doctor role.
Grace reached one hand down to lovingly caress her obviously swollen abdomen. "Sure thing, Dr. Mike. I know I'm due to be comin' in, and I don't wanna be doin' nothin' that'll hurt my chances for a healthy baby. Me an' Robert E've waited too long for this to happen," she promised.
"In that case, I'll just have some coffee. Sully?"
"Some flapjacks and coffee'll be good," Sully added.
"An' how 'bout you, Miss Katie?" Grace bent slightly down to look the child in the eyes.
"Mama, I have milk?" Katie looked to her mother for approval.
"Certainly, Katie. Why don't you ask Miss Grace if she has any," Michaela suggested.
"Miss Gwace, you have milk?"
"Yes, I do, an' I'll get you a nice cold cup of it."
"Okay."
"Thank you, Grace."
"My pleasure, Dr. Mike. Food's comin' right up," she replied and waddled away.
Sully settled Katie next to him and took off his beaded necklace to allow her to play. He also pulled out a small wooden carving of a wolf from his pouch and handed it to her. She accepted the gift with a beaming smile.
"Katie, don't you have something to say to your Papa?" Michaela halfway reprimanded.
"Tank you, Papa," she replied, standing up to give him a hug and kiss him on the cheek, before settling back down to play, leaving her parents to talk.
"So, wanna tell me what's been happen' 'round here, 'fore I tell ya all that happened in St. Louis? Or do ya want me ta start?"
Michaela folded her hands in front of her on the table and looked him directly in the eyes. She decided the best way to tell him was straight out. "To begin with, I can't tell you how much we've missed you while you were away...how much *I* missed you," she amended, giving him a meaningful look. "There hasn't been much happening, but one change that will be occurring soon is a new doctor at the Chateau."
"New doc? Why?" Sully thought it wise to refrain from saying anything about there not being a need for a new doctor if Michaela had not taken the job Senator Dinston offered at the Chateau, but he knew his wife. She wouldn't turn down the opportunity to help any patient, regardless of how much it tired her.
"I realized I was having trouble managing both clinics on my own, plus taking care of Katie and helping Brian with schoolwork, not to mention the various other tasks that occur. Since Senator Dinston has had temporary help handling the rooms and other hotel affairs, there has been a steady amount of patients out there, although not near as many guests as when Preston was running things. I realized there needed to be a doctor over there at all times, so I wired Dr. Bernard for any recommendations, and he directed me to a hospital in Philadelphia. There, I found a doctor, a John Fulton, who was looking to move out west, and he was very interested in the position I detailed."
"When's he s'posed to get here?"
"In about two weeks, but I don't have an exact date, yet. He said he would wire when he knew."
"Well, I'm sure it'll be nice ta have another doctor around. I know it's been hard on ya not havin' Andrew and Colleen, so I think it's a good decision. 'Sides, it'll free you for more time to spend with your own clinic, not ta mention at home," he smiled, reaching over to clasp her hands in his, and she responded with a slight squeeze of her own.
"Now, tell me about St. Louis," she turned the focus of the conversation onto him.
"Well, it was a real busy time, and I learned a lot 'bout lotsa jobs openin' up out here, but one job that particulary interested me was the same one I accepted back near Christmas last year. That's the surveyin' job for Smith. It'll take me away for maybe a coupla days at a time, but for the most part, they'll be short-term, and I'll be home more'n I'm away."
Michaela smiled to show her support, but she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling she had in the back of her mind about Sully being away again. He always seemed to be heading out to do this or that, and she often found herself wondering if he was happy being confined to the homestead, to their family, and to her.
"That sounds like it will work out very nicely, for all of us...as long as you're happy."
"I am, Michaela. I am," he affirmed, and they shared another hand squeeze, both thinking about what they would say to each other when they were alone.
* * * * *
"I don't know about this, Michaela." Sully was the first to resume the conversation they started back at the cafe. They had all finished their breakfast and returned to the clinic, so Michaela could get ready for her day of work. Katie sat playing in the corner with some toys and her new wooden carving.
"Sully," Michaela began to refute, looking up at him from behind her desk, where she had sat to begin looking over patient records. "I've thought it all out quite concisely, and I've come to the conclusion that what I have to do requires some additional assistance. I just can't manage everything on my own, as much as I hate to admit that."
"But, why dontcha just give up the job at the Chateau? You wouldn't be needin' this extra doc and the extra work in watchin' over him if ya didn't have that job," Sully pointed out, leaning back against the examination table, his arms folded across his chest.
"Are you trying to suggest that I not offer services to the people who will frequent the Chateau, just because it might be a little bit more work? Do you mean for me to force them to come all the way into town to receive any medical attention which might be necessary? That doesn't sound like a very good answer, especially considering the people who will be staying at the Chateau. That type of establishment requires a clinic on the premises." She paused to rethink her approach. "And I'm not the only one who's taking on work that will keep me busy. You just told me today that you are going to be doing the surveying work for Welland Smith, a job which will take you away from our family, most likely on frequent occurrences," she accused.
"Michaela, you know I can't get the kinda work Smith can get me by stayin' around town. I gotta take this job. I ain't got a job workin' with the Cheyenne or other tribes, and there just ain't enough work around here to keep me busy and bringin' in enough money, so this surveyin's the only choice I got." He paused and looked at her more closely. "What's this got ta do with me, anyways? I thought this was about you takin' on more work than ya can handle?"
"This is about both of us working and balancing a home and family along with it. With you gone this past month, I realized what it will be like when you go away, and I know I can't do it all on my own, without help, so I hired a new doctor. Besides, it will give me a chance to discuss cases with him and new medical developments, something I can't do with....." she stopped short.
"With anyone else in town? With me?"Sully completed her thought, sure of what she was going to say.
"That's not what I was going to say," she refuted, hotly.
"Then what?" he retorted, his voice betraying his anger.
"I was going to say..." She stopped when she heard Katie's whimpers from the corner of the room and went to her daughter to see what was wrong.
"What's the matter, sweetheart? Did you hurt yourself?" Michaela asked, picking up her daughter and checking to see if there were any visible signs of injury.
"Why you an' Papa mad, Mama?" the little girl asked, taking in short breaths, evidence of her recent tears.
"We're not angry, Katie," Michaela assured her and wiped a few tears from Katie's face. "We're just having a discussion, that's all."
"You talk woud. It hurt my ears."
Michaela pulled her close and gave her a comforting hug. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Papa and I won't talk so loud, anymore, okay?" She looked over to Sully, silently beseeching him to offer comfort to their daughter as well.
"That's
right, Kates. Your Ma and me'll make sure ta keep our talkin' soft," he promised
and reached out to rub her back.
Katie pulled back to look at her parents' faces. "Okay. Down, pease," she requested, the momentary disruption forgotten.
Michaela released her daughter and turned to face Sully. She was about to say something when the bell at the door rang. She sighed and walked over to see who it was. "Grace!" she exclaimed when she saw the visitors.
Grace looked from Michaela to Sully, who was still standing over near Katie. "Did I come at a bad time, Dr. Mike? I had a spare moment at the cafe and thought now's as good a time as ever."
"No, not at all. Come in, please. I just wasn't expecting you so soon."
Sully walked over to the door and caught Michaela's eyes. "I'll see ya later, Michaela," he said, silently telling her they would finish this conversation at another time. "Grace." He nodded his head in the woman's direction. He turned to face Robert E, who had walked over with Grace. "Robert E, why don't you an' I head back over to the livery, an' let these two women have their chat while Michaela does the check-up," Sully suggested.
"Sure thing, Sully," Robert E agreed. "Grace, I'll be back to pick ya up."
As soon as the door closed behind the two men, Grace turned to face Michaela. "Now, ya gonna tell me what all that was about?"
"What all what was about?" Michaela pretended ignorance.
"Now, don't you go tryin' to deny it. I saw the look on your face when you opened that door, an' I saw Sully's look when he said goodbye to ya. Ain't no use tryin' ta hide it, so ya gonna tell me, or do I gotta guess?"
Michaela sighed. "Sully and I were just having a little disagreement over the new doctor I hired for the Chateau, as well as his work with Welland Smith doing surveying jobs outside of town." She stopped to walk over to her side table where her medical equipment was, picking up one or two instruments. "Why don't you go ahead and lay back onto the examination table. We can talk while I complete your examination."
"So, what's with this arguin' the two of ya are doin'?" Grace continued, once she was settled.
Michaela placed a sheet over Grace's lower body and began the examination. "Sully seems to think I'm taking on too much work, and that I should think about not keeping the job at the Chateau."
"An' ya got all defensive at his suggestion that ya cut back, right?" Grace replied, knowingly.
It wasn't always this way between the two of them. Michaela used to confide like this in Dorothy, but ever since Grace discovered she was pregnant, the two of them had developed a close friendship, one that Michaela treasured very much.
She smiled a little at Grace's insight, then gave a chuckle. "Yes, I guess that's what you would call it. I just don't understand why he seems to think I'm doing too much. He never complained before; in fact, he always supported the work I do with my medical practice."
"I'm sure it's just the strain of bein' away and comin' home to find ya've gone and hired another doctor, and he knew nothin' about it. I know the two of ya always talked about things 'fore ya made most of your decisions, so it's probably just him bein' a little upset that he knew nothin' about all this." Grace tried to reassure her.
"Maybe you're right," Michaela acquiesced, pulling the sheet down over Grace's legs and moving to her swollen abdomen.
"Sully'll come around. Mark my words! Jus' let them meet the new doc and see how good everythin'll work, and he'll see it's all for the best."
"I hope you're right," Michaela sighed, then resumed her doctor persona. "Everything seems to be in order. No complications or problems that I forese. You're very healthy and so is your baby. Would you like to hear your baby's heartbeat?" Michaela asked, after completing her examination. She helped Grace change to a sitting position.
"Ya mean ya can do somethin' like that?!?" Grace asked, amazed.
"Certainly. Here, let me find it, first," she said, moving the end of the stethoscope to various points on Grace's abdomen before stopping. She removed the plugs from her ears and handed the instrument to Grace, who placed the ends in her ears and listened, intently. A look of amazement crossed her face, which quickly turned to happiness, and she covered her mouth as a quick laugh came out.
"That's amazin', Dr. Mike. An' ya say my baby's real healthy?"
"Absolutely certain of it!" She paused for a moment, observing Grace's sudden change in demanor. "Why? Is there something I should know? Something you've been experiencing?"
"No, it's not that. I just wondered 'bout how emotional I am all the time. I've gone and made Robert E plumb crazy with all the cryin' an' laughin' I been doin', not ta mention my cravin's for all sorts of weird foods, an' at the strangest times, too!" she confessed.
Michaela smiled. "What you're experiencing is perfectly normal, Grace. I went through the same thing when I was pregnant with Katie. I remember one time when I was having a second piece of pie after supper, and I decided a pickle would go just perfectly with it. You should have seen the looks on my family's faces when they saw me eating that combination!" She chuckled and shook her head.
Grace's eyes widened at Michaela's confession, but she joined in the merriment. "Well, when ya was havin' all them feelin's and cravin's, was Sully...that is...did he ever...was he always hangin' around ya all the time, waitin' on ya hand and foot, makin' sure ya had everythin' ya needed?"
"As I recall, he did everything he could to ensure that I was comfortable at all times. If I ever went to get something, he always tried to anticipate my moves and get whatever it was that I wanted before I could get it myself, especially in my later months of pregnancy."
"Didn't that ever drive ya crazy?"
"At times, but Sully didn't usually make a nuisance of himself, unless I was starting to show evidence of being tired. That was when he was doting on me the most."
"Well, Robert E's always around, makin' sure I take my breaks and rest, and makin' sure I don't do nothin' that could make me use any extra effort to do. An' lately, he's always there to walk me wherever I wanna go. It's like he's connected to my side, like I'm growin' out this way and that way!" She gestured out in front of her and off to the sides.
Michaela smiled. "I know it's not easy, but you just have to allow Robert E the room to be a proud father. Remember, it's not only you having the baby. It's both of you. Try to find a balance, and if his actions really do begin to affect your moods, talk to him about it. Tell him how you feel. He might not even be aware of it," she advised.
"Thanks, Dr. Mike."
"You're quite welcome."
"Mama, I hear baby?" Katie had silently approached without either woman noticing and now stood next to the table where Grace sat.
"Certainly, sweetheart." Michaela located the heartbeat again and allowed Katie to hear the sound. The two women laughed at the little girl's look of amazement when she finally heard, then briefly clasped hands to show the understanding they both had about their recent discussion.
*****
"So, what are ya sayin'? That ya think Dr. Mike can't handle both clinics? Cuz she's done more'n what that'll take before and come out jus' fine," Robert E stated, making sure the horses he had were watered and fed.
"I don't know, Robert E. I just think she's maybe tryin' ta do it all, an' she's got Katie who's growin' fast and demandin' more attention, not ta mention Brian in his last year of school. Then, hirin' this new doctor is just one more thing ta add to her things to do."
"An' I'm sure it don' help none ta know her doin' all this is gonna keep her away from you more," Robert E wisely observed as he prepared to mold and shape some iron tools. "Plus, with ya takin' this surveyin' job with Smith, you're gonna be gone sometimes, too, and that'll be even less time the two of ya can spend together."
Sully watched as Robert E placed the iron in the coals to heat it, then cooled it in the water and set it on the block to begin the shaping and forming process, feeling a bit envious of Robert E's job here in town that produces enough for him to make a living from it.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe it's just me who's havin' a problem with it all. But, somehow, I think Michaela's not too sure about it all, either. She seemed to be gettin' real upset about things, more so than just at me. I think it's just hard on us both, with both of us havin' to work. How do you and Grace manage? You're in the same spot me an' Michaela are, and you're even expectin' a baby, like we were a coupla years ago."
Robert E took one hand and ran it across his jaw, contemplating that question. He took out his rag and mopped his face from the heat of the fire, then placed it back in his pocket. "Ta tell ya the truth, Sully, I ain't sure Grace and I *are* managin', as you put it. We're just takin' it one day at a time, and I try ta not get in her way too much, since you know how Grace can get!" He laughed and Sully grinned in understanding.
"This pregnancy thing ain't makin' things any easier, since she changes her moods as often as I hafta reheat this iron I'm workin'. I guess we've just come to an understandin' that we're both happy with what we're doin', and neither one of us interferes in the other's life, at least not to the point where it would start causin' major problems. I think ya just gotta let Michaela do this, since she's sure it's the best thing. Give it a chance, and then see how things go."
"Yeah, an' I guess we both gotta be sure we're supportin' our wives, or we might find ourselves sleepin' elsewhere at night!" Sully noted.
"Yeah, like out with the horses!" Robert E amended, and both men shared a laugh over their wives' doggedness.
"Speakin' of the women, I'd say it's about time we head back over to the clinic," Sully suggested, allowing Robert E to put away his work for the time being before walking back with him.
They heard the clinic door open as they approached. "Now, I want to see you in three weeks for another check-up, and I'll be checking on you from time to time until then to be sure you're following orders," Michaela instructed.
"Yes, ma'am!" Grace saluted, causing Michaela to smile. Grace reached out and touched Michaela's arm. "Don't you worry, Dr. Mike, I won't forget, and I promise to listen to all ya been tellin' me ta do."
"I'll make sure she follows them orders, too, Dr. Mike," Robert E added, stepping up onto the sidewalk to place his arm at his wife's waist.
Grace and Michaela shared a knowing look and both smiled. "You two take care," she called at their retreating backs, then shifted her attention towards Sully, who was now standing next to her.
"Everythin' go alright?"
"Yes, just fine. We even listened to the baby's heartbeat. Healthy and strong."
"Jus' like when you was pregnant with Katie," Sully recalled.
"Yes, just like that," she agreed with a smile, then turned to look into the clinic. "I have to stop over at the store to pick up a few supplies, would you...?"
"Why don't Katie and I come with ya," Sully suggested, anticipating her question.
"Of course. I'd like that," she replied. "Just let me get my list."
*****
"Mornin', Sully. Dr. Mike. Hello there, Katie," Loren greeted as the trio entered the store. "What can I do for you this mornin'?"
"Good morning, Loren. I have a couple of things on this list that I need to pick up."
"Sure thing, Dr. Mike. Lemme have a look at that, and I'll get the things right away," he said, taking the list from her.
"So, what's this I hear about a new doctor comin' ta town in a coupla weeks?" he asked, making conversation as he gathered her few items. He had to sidestep a couple of other customers who were also in the store.
"Yes, I decided to hire a new doctor to manage the Chateau clinic, since I can't be in two places at once. He's an experienced doctor from Philadelphia, and he comes highly recommended."
"To be honest, I really miss havin' Andrew around. It was kinda nice ta see both of ya workin' together and helpin' people. Not that ya ain't doin' a great job by yourself, mind ya, but I know it's gotta be easier when ya can talk to another doctor about doctorin' stuff," Loren remarked.
"Yes, it is," Michaela agreed, casting a quick glance over at Sully, but his attention was on their daughter.
"Papa, candy!" Katie said at that moment, and Michaela heard Loren chuckle.
"Just like Brian was at that age. That was the first words I heard him say when Charlotte would bring him in the store. Looks like Katie's picked up on some of her brother's habits."
"Papa, look!" Katie pulled on Sully's hand, but instead Sully lifted her into his arms, so he could control her exploring fingers more easily.
"I'll make sure she don't break nothin'," Sully assured Loren with a slight grin, showing he heard what Loren had said about Katie being like Brian, and remembering the story of Brian breaking a candy jar when Dr. Mike had first come to town.
"Ya know, I can't believe how fast that little girl is growin'!" Loren remarked as he returned to the counter with the sum of Mike's needed items. "Why just yesterday she was bein' toted in that sling thing ya wore, and now look. She's walkin' and talkin' up a storm and gettin' as big as this counter, here."
"I know what you mean. I spoke with Brian this morning about his last year of school this year and all the changes that will happen very soon for him."
"Yeah, an' it's not just them kids of yours. The whole town's growin' and changin'. Why, I get so many new faces in here, it's hard ta keep 'em all straight, especially havin' to manage the books and keepin' the store clean and the stock counted. Sometimes, it's hard to handle all this change."
"Yes,
sometimes it is," Michaela agreed. "Nevertheless, I won't say I am not looking
forward to the growth, as it affords the opportunity for us to learn and grow
right along with it."
"Ya got a point there." He paused and tallied her total. "That'll be one dollar and two bits."
"Wait a minute," Sully called, coming to the counter with Katie holding a small piece of licorice. Sully had the other part of it in his hand and was chewing on a piece himself.
"Mmm, weal good Mista Bway," Katie remarked.
"Aw, no charge," Loren told them, the soft spot in his heart being touched by the little girl. He accepted the money from Dr. Mike and handed her the bag of her purchases.
"Thanks, Loren," Sully called, walking with Michaela out of the store and back towards the clinic.
Michaela opened the door and went to put away the couple of things she had purchased for the clinic, leaving the other items in the bag. Sully put Katie down as soon as he walked through the door and she immediately ran for her play corner.
Sully watched his daughter settle down to play and turned his attention to his wife, who now sat at her desk. "Ya got a lotta patients, today?" he asked, walking over to stand next to her.
"Not really. Just a handful. I have some patient file updating to do, and I need to start taking inventory of my supplies and make plans to inventory the Chateau clinic, so everything is in order for when Dr. Fulton arrives. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. Just wonderin'. I got a few things ta do, myself, but I'll be back around four to pick ya up ta go home. Ya do still leave at four, right?"
"Yes, that hasn't changed," she replied a little shortly but immediately softened her response. "I'll be looking forward to your arrival."
"Good," Sully answered with a slight grin, leaning down to touch his lips to hers.
It was a short, yet satisfying kiss, and Michaela sighed when he pulled away. It was clear they both had missed each other more than they would express out loud, and they shared a special look. They had both come to a realization about their earlier disagreement, and they had their friends to thank for that.
After Sully left, Michaela sat staring at her patient files, trying to concentrate, but she still couldn't help but think about the unresolved issues surrounding the jobs she and Sully had. Nevertheless, she was going to make a concerted effort to make things work. She just knew she could.
*****
Michaela tried to stop pacing around the room, but it seemed as if Sully was taking an unusual amount of time to lock the doors and put out the lights downstairs. She looked around for something to do, and her eyes spied one of her medical journals. She sat on the edge of the bed and opened it, but she couldn't concentrate on the words.
"This is ridiculous!" she said out loud, speaking to the walls. "I don't know why I'm so nervous about this! It's only Sully!"
"It is only me," Sully whispered from directly behind her. She jumped at his voice, and he placed his arms around her waist then leaned down to bury his face in her hair.
"Sully!"
"Mmm?"
"I didn't even hear you enter the room," she faltered, trying to think of something to say.
"I didn't wanna interrupt your conversation," he teased.
Michaela dipped her head, and Sully straightened, turning her around to face him. He lifted her chin with his finger and brought her eyes to look directly into his. "Hey, how many time do I gotta tell ya, I like it when ya fret." He smiled.
"I wasn't fretting," she protested, half-heartedly.
"No? Then what where ya doin'?"
"I was...I was..." she broke off, unable to think clearly with Sully's face so close to hers and his magnetic eyes boring into hers. "I was waiting for you," she whispered.
"Is that so?"
"Mm," she answered, unable to say anything more.
"And why was that?" he inquired.
"I, um...I was anticipating this evening," she whispered, and Sully had to strain to hear her.
"You were? Why?" he continued to press.
"Sully!" she replied, feeling her face flush. She averted her eyes, but Sully moved his head to pull them back to look at him.
"Ah, Michaela, what am I gonna do with you?" he smiled and touched his lips to hers.
They both were almost immediately enveloped in their passion for each other, and the kiss deepened. Sully pulled away and at her look of sadness, he grinned and put up one finger as if to tell her to wait a moment. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt then pulled it over his head, dropping it to the floor. Michaela immediately ran her hands up his chest and over his shoulders. He shuddered at the intensity of emotion he felt at her touch.
He sighed. "I think I got an idea," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Michaela locked her hands behind his neck and drew his face down to meet hers. Slowly, he walked them both towards the bed, never breaking their kiss. He swung her into his arms and gently laid her on top of the covers. Then, he leaned over and brought his face mere inches from hers.
"Welcome home," she whispered, the corner of her mouth turning up in a grin.
"It's the only place I wanna be," he replied and brought his lips down to meet hers again.
* * * * *
"Do not forget you have a test on your mathematics skills on Wednesday. Please make sure you study your figuring. Class dismissed," Teresa Morales-Slicker announced to the classroom of students. She watched the flurry of activity immediately commence, and the students began hurriedly filing out the door to go home. Teresa sat down at her desk and sighed, resting her head in her hands for a moment. The end of another day has come.
"Miss Teresa?"
She looked up at the voice and smiled when she saw Brian standing in front of her desk. "Yes, Brian. May I help you?"
"Are ya feelin' alright? Ya look kinda tired. Somethin' botherin' ya? Ya look a little upset."
Teresa quickly schooled her features to hide any dismay. "No, Brian, I am fine, but I thank you for your concern. What was it that you wanted to ask me?"
"I was wonderin', 'bout that writing assignment you gave me?"
"Yes. What is your question?"
"Well, you know I work with Miss Dorothy, on the Gazette, and I was wonderin' if I could do a special series of articles instead of the paper you explained."
"And what type of articles did you have in mind for this series, Brian?"
"Well, I don't know just yet, but I was thinkin' of writin' about the changes happenin' in town and all the new people and places we're startin' ta see."
Teresa thought about that for a moment, then smiled again. "Yes, I think that will make a wonderful series of articles, Brian, and it will help you stay aware of everything that is happening. Yes, I will allow you to change the assignment, but I will expect you to submit one article to me each month, instead of the entire paper at the end, like I had first assigned," she instructed.
"No problem, Miss Teresa. An' thanks!" he called as he left the schoolhouse, closing the door behind him.
"Hey Brian," Sarah called. "Did she let ya do that different assignment?"
"Yeah, and I gotta give her one article each month as part of the series," Brian replied.
"That's great! That means you can use your work after school and sometimes weekends for a school assignment! That makes things easier for you!"
"Yeah, it does. I'm glad she's lettin' me do it, since I know I'll really love writin' these articles." He paused then offered to carry Sarah's books for her. "So, wanna walk over with me to see my Ma at the clinic, an' ask her if you and your Ma can come to supper tonight?"
"Sure," she agreed with a smile.
*****
Michaela looked up and saw Brian and Sarah coming through the main door. "Good afternoon, Brian. Sarah," she greeted. "What brings you both over here?"
"Afternoon, Ma. I wanted to know if Sarah and her ma could come to supper, tonight," Brian began without preamble.
"Has Mrs. Sheehan been asked yet?"
"Has Mrs. Sheehan been asked what?" Anna Marie stood in the doorway of the clinic.
"Hi, Ma!" Sarah greeted.
"Hi, Mrs. Sheehan," Brian echoed.
Michaela looked to Anna Marie and smiled. "Brian has just invited the two of you to supper this evening. Would you be interested in joining us?"
"That sounds like a lovely idea! Thank you. We'd love to come!" Anna Marie accepted.
"Good, we'll see you around six?"
"That sounds fine." She turned to her daugher. "Sarah, I need you to come with me to take care of a couple of things, but if you like, you can come back here and go home with Brian, and I'll see you at six this evening."
"Actually, Mrs. Sheehan, if you would like, you can come back here to the clinic around four and ride home with us. That's when I'll be closing for the day," Michaela offered.
"Thank you, Dr. Mike. I guess we'll see you after we complete our errands," she said and walked with Sarah out of the clinic.
"Brian, you need to go find Sully and let him know Mrs. Sheehan and Sarah are joining us tonight. He's watching Katie today, and I believe he said he might be helping the Reverend over at the church."
"Sure, Ma," Brian agreed, running out of the clinic.
"Close the door behind you!" Michaela called and watched Brian turn around to come back and close the door. He grinned at his ma, and she smiled in return, shaking her head.
*****
"I think Brian's quite smitten with Sarah Sheehan," Michaela remarked, sitting at her dressing table later that evening and taking the combs from her hair.
"I'd say he's been interested in her since the first day she arrived in town almost three years ago," Sully agreed.
"I think I'm inclined to agree with you. I remember his attention shifting quite often and him watching her on more than one occasion."
Sully pulled his shirt off and hung it over the chair. Then, he walked over to stand behind his wife. He placed his hands on her shoulders and met her eyes in the mirror. "I remember watching a girl on more than one occasion, myself," he grinned.
"Is that a fact?" Michaela teased in return.
"Yeah, an' if I ain't mistaken, she was even watchin' me. Still does, too," he added, picking up her brush to begin their nightly routine of him lovingly brushing her waist-length tresses.
"Do you think it's alright for the two of them to continue with this relationship?" Michaela asked, referring to Brian and Sarah.
"I think it is. In fact, I think it's real good for 'em both," allowing for a double-meaning to lace his words.
"As long as they're both careful," Michaela warned.
"I don't think we gotta worry. It's obvious they're both happy."
"Yes, I can see that. The light in their eyes when they're together or when they talk about each other shows that."
"Mm-hmh," Sully agreed.
"As long as you think they're alright."
"Mind ya, I ain't no expert, but I don't think there's any serious problems. Then again, all couples have difficulties from time to time. They just gotta talk them out," he directed, wisely, brushing Michaela's hair to one side and leaning down to place quick, soft kisses at the base of her neck.
Michaela closed her eyes and savored his touch. She was well aware they were talking about more than just Brian and Sarah, and she smiled at how the two of them could always find ways to share their thoughts like that. She decided now was as good a time as ever to discuss what was on her mind. "Sully?"
"Mmnh?" he replied, moving his lips up to her ear.
"We should discuss a few things about Dr. Fulton before he arrives tomorrow. He's due to come in on the morning train."
Sully sighed. It was hard to believe the past two weeks had passed so quickly. He lifted his head to resume brushing Michaela's hair. "What about?"
"To begin with, I wanted to know if Welland Smith has a job for you coming up in the next day or so."
"Not that I know of, but then again, I could get a telegram tomorrow. Why's that so important?"
"It's just that I'm going to be rather busy for the next two days, making sure I am there for my appointments and helping Dr. Fulton get acclamated to the clinic at the Chateau. I won't have a lot of time to watch Katie, so I was wondering if you might be able to keep an eye on her."
Sully didn't reply right away, just kept methodically running the brush through her hair. "I guess it ain't gonna be a problem. 'Sides, wouldn't want her thinkin' her Papa don't love her," he smiled, a little, trying to hide the small amount of exasperation he felt at knowing this type of request could happen often. What would they do if he *was* working? Still, he knew he had to give things a chance, and he intended to do just that. He wasn't one to jump to conclusions and form judgements based on something he didn't know. Maybe things weren't as bad as they looked, after all.
"I'm sure the two of you will have a lot of fun, together, and I don't mind if she's at the clinic when I'm there, but when I'm with Dr. Fulton, she'll need to be with you."
"Alright, Michaela." He paused to think. "So, what exactly are ya gonna be doin' with this new doctor?"
"To begin, I'll just show him around the Chateau and the clinic rooms, then show him how he can go about placing orders for more supplies, as well as explaining the way things will be working out there. I'll go over old patient records from Andrew's time there, and then answer any questions he might have."
"An' that's gonna take two days?"
"Well, that's what I don't know. I am simply allowing two days, just in case."
"Alright. So, ya got everythin' ready for Fulton, when he comes tomorra?"
"I believe so, yes. I've been working on things for the past couple of weeks, ever since I received the confirmation that he was indeed coming, so I would say I'm more than ready to handle everything," she replied, assuredly.
"Good," Sully said with finality. "So, that means ya ain't got nothin' else to think about, tonight?" he asked, setting down the brush and returning his hands to her neck to gently caress the sensitive spot behind her ears.
"Is that an attempt at an invitation?" Michaela immediately warmed to his attention.
"I'd say it was more than an attempt. I'd say it was an open invitation," he replied, grasping her hands and pulling her to her feet to stand in front of him.
"In that case, I accept," she replied, allowing herself to be drawn into his loving embrace.
*****
Michaela anxiously scanned the faces and forms of the passengers disembarking from the morning train. She had wired a reply to Dr. Fulton, detailing a description of herself and Sully, and she now hoped that description was enough for the doctor to recognize them.
She started to worry when the flow of passengers began to cease and then stopped altogether. Then, two more passengers exited from the back of the train. She noticed that one of them was carrying a medical bag while helping the other passenger maneuver the steps. She was holding a very small child in her arms, which made her steps very slow and halting. Her quick eyes noticed the bandaged foot and quickly made the assessment that the injured passenger must have twisted her ankle somehow during the trip, and Dr. Fulton had attended to her injury.
Now, she took the liberty of allowing her focus to shift to the tall and smartly dressed doctor, who had now reached the bottom step. He was an inch or so taller than Sully, with a similar build. His dark brown hair was neatly trimmed and styled, and his face was clean-shaven. His clothes spoke of refinement, yet the kindness in his eyes and smile as he spoke to the woman passenger belied a caring concern for his fellow man. For the first time, as she watched the trio alight from the train, Michaela wondered if he might be married. He never spoke of bringing a family out here, but she supposed it was possible, considering he was obviously close to the same age as her.
She smiled as the trio approached. "Dr. Fulton?" she said, extending a hand in greeting.
"Yes, Dr. Quinn, I presume?" he returned. "I must say it's quite a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise. May I introduce our town mayor, Mr. Jake Slicker, and his wife, Teresa."
"Glad you could come," Jake greeted, without preamble. "If there's anythin' ya need, ya just come find me," he offered.
"It is a pleasure to have another doctor in our town," Teresa echoed her husband's sentiments.
"I am extremely pleased to be here, and I know I will love each and every moment," Dr. Fulton replied.
Jake and Teresa departed, and Michaela claimed Dr. Fulton's attention once again. "May I introduce my husband, Byron Sully, and our daughter, Katie."
"Pleased to meet ya," Sully said, making the decision to ignore his initial small pangs of jealousy at Michaela's frank appraisal of Dr. Fulton. He could tell she found his appearance refreshing, but he schooled himself to keep his feelings under control and give the situation a fair chance.
"It's my pleasure, as well," Dr. Fulton replied, turning again to face Michaela. "Dr. Quinn, I'm sure you've noticed the young lady I assisted from the train. Maribelle Edwards is on her way to Denver to meet her husband. She twisted her ankle when she had to reach for her son to keep him from running away from their seats in the car. I attended to her injury, but I was wondering if there might be a way she can rest here for a while, until the train is ready to leave again?
" "Joshua can be such a handful sometimes," Maribelle interjected.
"I am well aware of toddlers and their antics. As you can see, we have one of our own," Michaela agreed and glanced at Katie, who was standing next to Sully.
"Yeah, she gets inta the strangest things, sometimes," Sully added with a smile, making an attempt to be friendly.
Katie saw the adults looking at her and hid behind her father, a little embarassed at the attention, but at the same time, proud of herself for getting noticed.
"Dr. Fulton, of course we can accommodate Mrs. Edwards," Michaela immediately agreed. "Why don't we make our way over to my clinic, and on the way, we can stop at the cafe, where I'm sure Grace will be more than happy to invite you to rest at one of her tables and provide you with a refreshing cup of coffee or apple cider."
"That sounds great, Dr. Quinn. Shall we?" Dr. Fulton invited.
The six of them walked the short distance to the cafe, where Grace provided them with cups of coffee and cider. After a few moments, they said their goodbyes to Maribelle and Joshua, with the assurance that the two of them would get back to the train just fine.
Sully stood and took Katie's hand, catching Michaela's eye in the process. "Michaela, I'm gonna take Katie and visit with Robert E for a bit."
"Okay, Sully. I'll see you later this afternoon. Katie, you be a good girl for your Papa, alright?"
"Yes, Mama," Katie replied, giving Michaela a kiss on the cheek then allowing Sully to lead her over to the livery.
"Well, Dr. Quinn. It looks like it's just the two of us. Shall we proceed to your clinic?"
"Yes, it's just around the corner, here," she replied.
Michaela unlocked the door and proceeded him into the main room of the clinic. Dr. Fulton made a quick appraisal of the small, but sufficient office and operating room, and followed Michaela throughout the remainder of the clinic. She showed him the small kitchen Charlotte used when the clinic was a boardinghouse. Next, they visited the recovery rooms upstairs and the front room next to the kitchen downstairs, which was where Michaela sometimes had Katie play if there was a patient to whom Katie didn't need to be exposed. Throughout the tour, she told of her past and how she became a doctor, including the opposition her mother expressed throughout her entire years growing up, and even after she achieved her dream of her own practice.
"It was only recently that I finally received the approval I had been desiring my entire life," Michaela finished.
They returned to the main room, and Dr. Fulton immediately smiled, turning to Michaela. "Yes, I can well imagine how important that must have been to you. I am fortunate to have had the support of both of my parents throughout my pursuit in medicine, but the times being what they are, it doesn't take too much to understand why."
He paused to once again look around the room. "I must say, I am quite impressed at all you have accomplished all the way out here. You have managed to create a fine establishment, here, and it's clear you are doing very well for yourself. I am sure I would hear the same thing, should I happen to talk to any of your patients."
"Thank you, Dr. Fulton. I must admit, it certainly wasn't easy getting started when I first arrived. I have my father's dream in me and my mother's determination to thank for my staying here, despite the hardships which have come my way. However, I wouldn't change my life for anything. I am very happy, here, and I plan to continue with my practice for as long as I can."
"Speaking of your practice, I am well aware of a doctor's busy schedule, so I am sure you have patients at some point today. I don't wish to keep you any longer than necessary, however much I enjoy learning about your practice. So, shall we venture over to the clinic at the Chateau?"
"Certainly. Allow me a moment to collect a few things to take with us." She retrieved a selection of folders from her filing cabinet and took her coat off the rack behind the door, then following Dr. Fulton out of the clinic and locking the door behind her. She hoped no one would have an emergency, but she knew those in town knew where to find her, if there was.
"Allow me," Dr. Fulton offered her a hand up into the wagon she had left out in front of the clinic this morning.
She waited for him to step up into the wagonseat and reached for the reins. "Oh, no, I can't possibly allow you to drive, Dr. Quinn. A doctor I may very well be, but I do know my way around a horse and wagon," he assured her with a friendly smile. She smiled in return, appreciating his frank and open honesty. She could tell they would get along just fine.
It didn't take long for them to reach the Chateau. He alighted from the wagon and reached up to give her assistance in stepping down as well. He allowed her to lead the way as they walked up the wide front steps and turned to the right to walk to the entrance alongside the angled front face of the hotel. They entered and left the door open to the veranda.
"I have come over here a couple of times a week, just to keep things in order and to see if there are any patrons who might be in need of medical attention. Most just have the basic aches and pains, and I've only had one broken bone. When Dr. Andrew Cook was managing this clinic and working for Preston Lodge, who at the time owned the Chateau, there were all manner of complaints, everything from not being able to sleep to problems with digesting their food from their meals. Preston had Andrew keep a sufficient supply of tonics, which were comprised of mostly sugar and water or alcohol, and against my better judgement, and sometimes Andrew's, the patrons here received them as a prescription. I made no attempt to hide my disagreement with this practice, and Andrew did finally stand up to Preston regarding this dishonesty, but by that time, there were several patients who most likely were overlooked simply because Preston didn't wish to have any ill patrons at his hotel."
"And what happened to Mr. Lodge?" Dr. Fulton inquired.
"I'm sure you know about the bank panic earlier this year." At Dr. Fulton's nod, she continued. "Preston was also a banker, as was his father before him. He was hit hard by the financial crisis and was forced to sell the Chateau to pay back the money he had invested but was lost. Senator Dinston, the man who now owns the Chateau, bought it for a very reasonable price, but only under the stipulation that I take over the clinic."
"But, what about Dr. Cook, was it? What happened to him?"
"He and my eldest daughter, Colleen, married in May, and they are now living in Philadelphia where Andrew has his own practice. Colleen is attending the Women's Medical College of Pennsylvania, the same school from where I received my training."
"How marvelous!" He paused as if confused by something she had said. "I'm sorry, did you say Cook was their last name? Andrew and Colleen Cook?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"This is quite a coincidence, but I have actually had the fortune of meeting them both at one of the hospitals in Philadelphia!"
"You have?" Michaela replied, pleased to hear this.
"Yes, in fact, if I'm not mistaken, I even worked with them both on a special case assigned to me. Mrs. Cook, uh, your daughter, was there as part of a class assignment, and Dr. Cook was called in to assist. They make quite a team, the two of them, and I was very impressed with their combined knowledge. You have trained your daughter extremely well, Dr. Quinn."
"I appreciate the compliment, Dr. Fulton, but I would have to say the honor is all due to my daughter. She has wanted to become a doctor since she was about thirteen. I merely encouraged her dreams, much the same as my father did for me."
"Well, you and your daughter are to be congratulated for overcoming overwhelming odds to have what you have, today. I have no doubt after meeting you that your daughter will succeed in what she desires." He turned to walk towards the desk, changing the topic of conversation. "Now, did Dr. Cook keep his patient records here, or do you have possession of them?"
"I brought them with me from my clinic, where I have been keeping them since Andrew left. I will leave them here for you to peruse at your convenience. Andrew was extremely well-organized, and you will find everything you need right here in this main room. Your living area is through that door," she pointed to the back of the main room, "and there is a door to the interior of the hotel over there."
"Yes. I can see I will enjoy looking over everything and familiarizing myself with my work. Now, you mentioned that Mr. Lodge was forced to sell this hotel, but you didn't mention anything about the bank in town. Did he relinquish ownership of that, as well?"
"To my knowledge, he still owns that, but he had to leave town to recuperate, and to be honest, I don't know if he will ever return," Michaela replied.
"Oh, I will definitely be returning, Michaela, you can be assured of that!"
The two doctors turned at the sudden voice spoken from the main doorway. Michaela's eyes met those of Preston A. Lodge III.