Sorry that it has taken me so long to get back to this story, but I've been overly busy. It's crazy out here. So here is a short and hopefully sweet chapter. I'm still working on the story. Be patient, please. And don't give up on me.

Isabelle came into the room. The big man laid half on the bed and half off the bed. The water basin lay on the floor emptied of its contents. She goes over to the big man and looks at him. He was much too large to move, but since he was mostly on the bed, she decided to cover him up and go about her business.

His hazy mind saw the face of an angel. She had the brightest blue eyes and pale skin. His mouth gently moved down the pale throat. And the woman moaned as he nipped at her breast. His rough hands moved over her soft skin, caressing and pulling her closer. He felt the warmth of her body as he moved into the waiting warmth and she moaned again. She whispered a name, his name? He couldn't hear her. His hands moved over her naked back as she lay beside him, and still he did not see her face. Soft pink lips kissed his manhood, then engulfed him and he groaned in his sleep. He whispered her name in his sleep. Isabelle stood beside the bed listening to his dreaming.

"Who ever she is, she must be some woman to make you dream so." She whispered as he continued to move restlessly in his sleep.

A warm callused hand tenderly touched his fevered cheek. Then he felt a cool rag wipe at the heat on his face. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the dark haired, dark eyed woman who smiled at him as she wiped his face and chest with a cool wet rag. "Are you thirsty?" She asked him and he nodded yes. Carefully she took a cup of cool water and helped him to drink it. He drank deeply, but she stopped him. "Not too much, it'll make you sick." She said gently caressing his face.

"I'm…ah…grateful for your help. Where am I?" He said sitting up slightly, but feeling dizzy so he quickly laid back down. "Who….who am I?" He asked her. Isabelle looked at him confused.

"You're in Spring Creek, our home. You're Jack Lang, my husband. (dah dah dahhhhh..lol) She said sweetly as she took the rag and wiped his forehead. Looking at her, he smiled uncomfortably and his lids slowly closed. "oh, my love, it will be alright, I promise." She whispered softly as she kissed his forehead then stood up and left the room.

She sat down at the table and looked at the man's wedding ring that sat there. She picked it up and started twirling it in her fingers and examining it. Her mind was moving about a mile a minute. Could this possibly work? He could be her only way out of this little grubby cabin and maybe she could have a good life with this man. He would be her husband. He would take the identity of Jack Lang and no one would be the wiser. Including the man who would be taking over as Jack Lang.

Kitty sat in the chair by the window of her room. She was crocheting a sweater for the baby. The first one was going to be blue and the second she would do in pink. Stopping, she looked down at the slightly roundedness of her belly. It's been almost four weeks and no word from Matt. She was trying not to worry, but there was so much more at stake these days. Smiling, she kept her hand on her belly as she softly began to hum to the child laying within. A soft knock at the door brought her out of her revery. Kitty stood up and lay the small unfinished project on the chair as she went over to the door. As she had suspected, Doc was at the door with his bag in hand. "Are you here for a visit? Or are you here to doctor me."

"Well that's a fine how do ya' do?" Doc said as he came into her room.

"I'm sorry, Doc. Come on in. How are you?" She said as he entered her room. "So what brings you here?" She asked him as she sat on the edge of her bed.

"I came to see how my patient was doing." Doc said

"I thought you said you weren't here for that." She said scoldingly to him.

"I never said any such thing." He said taking out his stethoscope to listen her heart and lungs.

"The way you go on about this baby, you'd think this was the first baby born in creation." She said as Doc began to listen to her heart.

"Hush, now, I'm listening." He said listening to her heart and lungs. "Sam said you were pale again this morning."

"I was sick early this morning, but I did like you said and had a few crackers to help settle my stomach." She said as he took her hand to check her pulse. "Well?" She asked him.

"Well, you're as healthy as can be." Doc told her and she smiled up at him.

"told ya', Doc." Kitty said smartly.

"Now that will be just enough sass out of you young lady." Doc said scolding her. She smiled at him. "That smile sure has a great affect on most people young lady, but let me remind you that I am too old to be charmed by that smile of yours." He said but without success. He knew he was beaten. Kitty always knew how to wrap him around her little finger. "I sure hope that little one you are carrying is not a little girl, with red hair and big blue eyes, like some other little redhead I know." He teased

"You know as well as I, Curly, that you'll spoil her as much, if not more than her father. I wouldn't be surprised if she has the two of you wrapped around her finger before she's old enough to walk." Kitty said teasing him back. Doc looked shocked then broke out in laughter.

TBC

Sorry for such a short Chapter, but I wanted to get this downloaded. I wanted you to know that I am still working on this story. It's just been a bit of a crazy life lately.

Kathleen Russell