This is my second attempt to write a Sound of Music fanfiction story. Please keep in mind that English is not my first language, so hopefully you will forgive me for the spelling and grammar mistakes.

Timeline/Setting: the story takes place about 20 after the Sound of Music. The Captain still teaches at a Naval Academy.

Rating: PG although some parts in Chapter 2 may come to PG-13.

Gratitude: First of all I want to say a big thanks to Jessica for her helpful suggestions and encouragement I received from her while working on this story.

So this is the first two chapters of the story "The Sun Will Come Out". Please R/R.

Chapter 1

Dark thoughts, despair and fear had kept on consuming my mind; the pain had been running deep in my heart ever since that fateful day when the terrible accident happened.

I thought my life to be perfect. I had everything a woman could ask for. We had been married for more than 20 years and we were still a couple so full of love and passion. Throughout the years we had grown to love each other more and more. There were 3 wonderful children born to us, each of them a blessing. Our 7 older children had moved out from our home and had families on their own. Grandchildren had started arriving, so at the age of 42 I was already a practicing grandmother. Our home was filled with love and good cheer all the time.

That accident changed everything for worse. It came as a shock for all of us that we might never get him back. It was a pure torture to see Georg like that, lying unconsciously in coma. I was afraid of what was coming next, my optimism started fading when he didn't show any promising sign of recovery. All the happy joy and cheerfulness disappeared from our home and it became the house of sorrows. I tried not to lose my faith in God, my prayers went up to him every night but he didn't seem to answer them.

The darkness of my room did not help to calm my nerves, all I could think of was Georg. Seeing the empty space next to me in my bed made my heart ache even more for him, my husband, my friend and lover. My eyes wandered over to the bedside table and laid upon a picture taken of the two of us at our 20th wedding anniversary. My eyes got to tears and I simply was unable to control my emotions anymore. I laid my head on his pillow and let my tears release from my eyes.

"No, no... why? Please, dear God, help us, help us! Do not take him away from us. We need him down here more than you do up there." I cried out aloud.

Unable to maintain that position I sat up and let my hands travel downwards until they rested on my stomach. My tears became even stronger. I was still in shock after the discovery I had made earlier that day. It was beyond my belief that I was expecting again. Instead of an overwhelming joy upon finding out about my being with child I felt rather confused, embarrassed and my mind was filled with fears. I had too much on my plate at the same time. I gently rubbed my stomach, I loved my little baby and also wanted this child more than anything after all the past miscarriages. When I miscarried a few years ago the doctors said that I would never be able to get pregnant again. In a way this child was a miracle and made me slightly smile among my bitter tears.

A soft knock on the door brought me back to reality. I quickly dried up my tears when tapping of little feet approached my bed. In the soft dim of the room I could make out the shape of my 7-year old little daughter. Gently she touched me on my shoulder and gave me a little kiss on my cheek.

"I couldn't sleep mother" a pair of begging eyes was locked on mine as she went on: "I dreamed of father and when I woke up I d that he was not with us". My heart was about breaking upon hearing her honest confession. "Oh, honey" I said while gently stroking her face. "Would you like to sleep here with me tonight?" I opened the blanket as an invitation for her.

Without giving me an answer little Christine climbed into the bed next to me. I arranged the blanket around her and held her close to me.

"I miss father" she said with teary eyes, it was a pain to my heart. Christine was truly her father's daughter. She was our youngest one, and Georg always made sure to spoil her. The two of them really made a team when it came to any kind of conspiracy.

"I know darling, I know, I miss him, too" I said while stroking the top of her head. "Is he going to be back to us?" she asked. "Christine, my darling.. We have to keep faith in God. It might take long, but God will answer our prayers and father will be back to us." I told her all the while trying to convince myself of what I had just said. To my relief she closed her little eyes and drifted off to sleep in my embrace.

The worries and fears were so much on my mind that I couldn't fall asleep. My thoughts traveled back to the day when it all happened...

To be continued..

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