A/N: Thank you for the lovely reviews; I adore them all. Now, we are counting down to all of the drama, so savor these nice chapters for as long as you can. There's not a lot of them left. On that happy note, lol, here's the chapter.
~ Chapter Six ~
~~ Responsibilities and Revelations ~~
The weekend came and went, and it was Monday again. Georgie finished her breakfast, and then went outside to do her morning chores. She was a little late today. She still had homework leftover from last night that she had to finish. Her English project about who she was, was taking up most of her time, and it was getting too late finish her math work. Especially when she still had her evening chores to do and she had wanted to exercise Phoenix and practice a little of her trick riding. She had finished almost everything she needed to do, and everything she wanted to do got pushed to today. Hopefully, she had time today.
Georgie dropped her backpack on the porch and changed into her boots. She left her school shoes by her bag, then she sprinted down the porch steps. Georgie jogged lightly toward the barn, where she could hear some of the horses inside restlessly waiting for their food. She entered the barn to the sound of stomping hooves and horses moving in their stalls. Phoenix let out a loud whinny when he saw his favorite girl, putting his head over the stall door.
"I know, I know, I'm late, boy," Georgie said to her horse, rubbing him between his eyes. "I'll get your feed." She went into Phoenix's stall, taking his feed bucket, and left the stall again. Then, she proceeded to go down the line of stalls, collecting all of the buckets. On her way to the feed trough, Moonstone stuck her head over her stall door, blowing softly on Georgie's shoulder as she passed by. "Hey, girl," she cooed to her. "I'll get your food, too. Do you want to go outside and feel the sun today?"
Moon listened to her intently, completely placid. Georgie smiled at her while rubbing her velvety muzzle, and leaned forward to place a kiss on her cheek.
"That horse has really taking a liking to you."
Georgie turned her head, seeing Jack walk in from the back of the barn. She grinned again, blushing self-consciously. She rubbed Moonstone's nose. "She's a very special horse," Georgie said. "I feel so bad for her, going blind. She didn't really know what happened. One day, she can see and the next,...nothing. I just want to show her that world is the same from how she once knew it, she'll just know it differently now." Georgie gazed at Moonstone with such love and affection, and Jack was touched, once again, at how big and pure Georgie's heart was.
Jack nodded. "Yes, she's lucky to have you, and Amy, taking care of her," he told his great granddaughter. He patted her shoulder. "Just remember that Moonstone will leaving soon, don't get too attached to her."
"I know," Georgie sighed. She gave Moon one last pat and went to finish filling up the buckets. She opened up the food trough and dug the scooper in the food to fill the first bucket. "I'm going to miss her so much." She dumped food into the rest of the buckets and then stood up straight, tossing the scooper back inside the trough, letting the lid fall shut. "Just once I'd like for one of the horses that come here for help to stay here, instead of leaving."
Georgie bent down to pick up the buckets, and Jack took half the buckets to help Georgie. They dispersed to hand out the feed buckets. "Well, that is the hardest part of letting go," Jack explained, still continuing the conversation. "No matter how you feel about it, you have to think of the other animal, or person. What they would want, what do they have waiting for them when they leave. If it's best for them, it will be the best thing for you, too."
They came out of the last stall each, meeting in the middle of the barn aisle. Jack put his arm around Georgie's shoulder comfortingly. "It will get easier," he reassured her.
Georgie nodded, giving Jack a one-armed hug. "I just have to think about Moonstone. Right?" she replied. They started taking slow steps to the barn door.
"That's right," Jack agreed, adjusting his stetson. "Now, I believe you only have a couple minutes to make it to the bus before you're late for school. You better get on going." He gave her a little nudge forward.
"But I still have chores to do," Georgie said, getting a little stressed out. "I still have to muck out the stalls. I was going to put Moonstone outside, and I want to ride Phoenix a little bit before school."
"Well, I can help you out before I have to watch Katie," Jack told her, and when he spoke next, his voice was louder and he projected it toward the barn loft. "And Caleb would gladly help if he wants to keep living here rent-free,...if he ever gets his butt out of bed." Georgie laughed. Jack turned back to the young girl in front of him, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Your first and foremost priority is your education."
"Alright," Georgie relented. "But I'm still going to make time for both Phoenix and Checkers later!" She started heading back to the house to change her shoes again and to get her backpack.
Jack watched her and then turned back to the barn, chuckling at Georgie's determination.
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The familiar sounds of Maggie's Diner filled the air. The TV played quietly in the corner, glasses and dishes clanked against the tables and counter. Servers walked back and forth taking care of the customers and doing their jobs. Amy took a sip of her coffee, and smiled at her loving husband sitting across from her at the table, setting her mug back down on the tabletop. Ty smiled back at her, reaching across the table to take her hand.
"It's been a while since we've been able to do this," Amy commented, leaning her chin in her hand as she watched Ty lace their other hands together.
"What?" Ty murmured, bringing his eyes up to meet hers.
"Have breakfast together," Amy reminded him. "We've both been so busy lately, that we really haven't sat down together."
"I know," Ty nodded, and leaned back in his chair. "The only times we've had to talk was at night and by then we're usually tired. So, how is Moonstone? Is she getting any better?"
Amy nodded, "Definitely. She's coming a long way; I wasn't sure how she was going to be being blind and understanding me. But it was all a matter of her calming down and trusting me."
Ty bobbed his head, taking a sip from his coffee, listening intently to her, like he always did.
"Moon is making remarkable progress," Amy continued, "She even responds to Georgie, not just me. So, I don't think she'll have any problems transitioning back to her owners." Amy bit her lip and looked down at the table. "I told Georgie that I'll be taking Moonstone over to our ranch, but I think Moon will be ready to go back home before then."
"Do you think Georgie will okay with that?" Ty asked, setting his cup back down on the table.
Amy glanced back up at him, shrugging. "I don't know, she was pretty upset when I just told her about moving Moon to the ranch. She getting really attached to the mare," she answered.
"I'm sure Georgie will come to terms with it," Ty assured her. "Georgie has a big heart, but she knows what the right thing is. She'll learn to not get so attached and let the horse go, just like you did."
Amy nodded slowly in agreement. The waitress came back at that time, setting their breakfast plates down in front of them. "Enjoy," the young girl told them, her voice a sweet melody.
"Thank you," both Amy and Ty smiled up at her. The girl left to take care of another table of patrons, and Amy and Ty dug into their food. After a couple bites in silence, they continued their conversation. "So, have you talked to Scott yet?" Amy asked him. "Is he going to let you come back to the clinic?"
Ty bit off some eggs off of his fork, chewing quickly and thoroughly, swallowing. "Actually, I was going to stop by the clinic in person," he explained. "I thought it would be better if I did it all face to face."
"Yeah, that sounds good," Amy nodded, glancing down at her plate and biting off a piece of bacon.
They lapsed into another silence, silverware clanking against their dishes. Suddenly, Ty broke the silence when he remembered something. "Oh, I can't believe I forgot to tell you this again!" he blurted, mentally slapping himself for his forgetfulness. "I should have told you this last week when it happened, but I guess all of the stuff with the ranch made me push it aside."
"What is it?" Amy asked, finishing chewing and dabbing her mouth with her napkin and wiping off her fingers.
"Well, I don't know if you're going to believe this or not," Ty began, crumpling his own napkin between his hands and then leaned forward on the table. "Last week, Bob and I had a call about a coyote trapped in a fence. So, we go there and the lady tells us that we should get her neighbor's, whose fence was the one the coyote was trapped in, permission. He's not a very friendly, approachable person, but on his ranch, he had a horse that looked exactly like Spartan."
"Really?" Amy said, her eyebrows raised, intrigued.
"Yeah. The guy called him Spiridon and, I don't know, he almost seemed just like how Spartan was in the beginning," Ty continued, "He wasn't moving, just standing there extremely still, like really tense. He looked hyper aware and ready to bolt."
Amy grew thoughtful as she placed her fork down on the table. "Hmmm, what was his owner like toward him?" she murmured, quizzically.
"Intimidating, though he really didn't pay attention to the horse," Ty answered. "and when I told him about the similarities between your horse and his horse, he just sort of brushed it off. You'd expect some kind of amazed response, but no. In fact, he thought I was accusing him of stealing." Ty recalled the memory with ease, right down to Hank's defensive and aggressive stance.
"That's weird," Amy responded, thoughtfully. She hasn't seen Spiridon in person to know anything, so she couldn't really accuse the man of neglecting or abusing his horse. She itched to know more, but she couldn't go to the guy's ranch without a valid reason.
"But I knew you would think it was cool that Spartan had some unofficial twin out there. Even their names are kind of similar," Ty was saying, eating some toast.
"I do. I wish I could see him for myself," Amy mumbled.
Ty shook his head. "I'd hate for you to encounter Hank, Amy," he told her, with concern in his voice and face. "His neighbors say he's very volatile, and, from my brief interaction with him, they're not that far off."
Amy nodded understandingly, knowing that Ty was only protecting her and didn't want her to do anything reckless. However, as they finished their breakfast, the mysterious horse stayed in the back of Amy's mind.
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"Ok, Katie, up you go," Jack said, lifting his youngest great-granddaughter into the saddle on top of her paint pony, Pogey. Katie swung her leg over the side and thumped down on the saddle. Her smile was big as she grabbed the reins in both hands and flapped them wildly.
"Giddy up, Pogey!" Katie exclaimed, her legs kicking against the pony's side.
Jack quickly steadied Pogey before the pony could move, laughing at Katie's enthusiasm. "Hold on, there," he replied, "Let's make sure you are ready." Jack moved around Pogey, checking to make sure Katie's feet were in the stirrups and that the saddle was secure.
After asking if she was ready—to which Katie nodded vigorously-, Jack started leading Katie and Pogey around the riding ring. As he led her around, he let Katie practice the small lessons she had learned. They made a couple circuits around the ring. Jack let her steer Pogey all by herself once, where she almost turned the pony into the fence. She did better a second time, though. Going around the ring for a third time, Katie pointed to the jumps set up around the ring, saying that Amy and Georgie go over those.
"Are you going to jump them like the big girls, too?" Jack asked her.
"No, those scary," Katie answered, raising the reins in both hands and then lowering them again.
"Oh, I think you can do it," Jack chuckled. Then, they both looked up and over when they heard a truck pulling in Heartland's long driveway. Jack groaned inwardly as he recognized the truck. It was Tim.
Tim parked his truck, and jumped out, shutting the door behind him. After seeing no other vehicles around, he started walking over to the riding ring. Jack started walking over to the fence with Katie and the pony. "Well, to what do we owe this pleasure?" Jack snorted.
"Hi, grandpa!" Katie waved from atop her pony.
"Hey, Kit Kat, lookin' good," Tim waved back at her. He turned to Jack. "Is Lou in the house? I need to talk to her about some diner stuff?" He leaned his arms on the top rail of the fence, holding some papers in his hand.
"Well, actually, she and Peter had a doctor's appointment today," Jack explained to him. "That's why I'm watching Katie right now. I'm sure they'll be back soon."
"Alright, I'll just wait then," Tim replied. He started to turn away, at the same time that Jack and Katie started to return to the ride, and Tim turned back to them. "Uh, hold on, I don't know how I feel about you teaching my granddaughter how to ride."
"Oh, here we go," Jack muttered. He looked back at Tim, passing the lead rope from one hand to the other. "I am perfectly capable of taking Katie on a walk on her pony. She seems to be really enjoying it, as I see it." He motioned to the little girl. Katie patted Pogey, and then tried to lean down to give him a hug while trying to keep her balance.
"Well, she's my granddaughter. I should be one the doing these kind of things with her," Tim argued. He started walking to the gate, to let himself in. "And I bet you haven't even let her trot yet, not that at your age you'll be able to keep up with a pony." Tim chuckled quietly to himself.
Jack ignored the jab. He groaned out loud, throwing up his arms. "Why does everything always have to be competition with you?" he said back. "You can't just enjoy watching her ride. And, no, she hasn't tried to trot yet, but I don't think she wants to just yet. Katie is nice and happy at this pace."
The gate closed with a clink, and Tim walked up to them. "That's because she hasn't experienced a faster speed yet," he replied. He looked up at Katie. "Do you want to trot, Katie? It will be a tons of fun." Katie looked nervous, twining the reins between her fingers, but she didn't say no. Tim reached for the lead rope in Jack's hands. "There we go. I knew my granddaughter was a brave cowgirl."
Jack surrendered the rope to Tim, but he looked up at Katie, patting her leg. "You'll be fine, ok," Jack reassured her. "If you don't want to do it, you just say so. But keep doing what you've been doing, you riding so good."
Katie nodded, keeping a hard grip on the reins.
"C'mon, Katie," Tim smiled, turning Pogey and, with him, Katie, walking down the ring. "Ready?" After a small pause, Tim started to jog, urging Pogey into a trot. Katie let out a small whine, but that was the only sound she made. Then, she was bouncing in the saddle and moving along with her pony.
"Good job, Katie!" Jack called out to the little girl, to encourage her further. He backed up to the fence. As she rounded a corner, Jack saw a big smile on his great-granddaughter's face. The wind blew her blonde hair back underneath her helmet, and her laughter could be heard clear across the yard. It was then that Jack realized that Heartland's legacy and memory were in good hands.
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The room was cream-colored, windowless, with photos and diagrams depicting the different stages of pregnancy hanging on the walls. Lou leaned back against the examination chair in the center of the room. Peter sat beside her on a stool, lacing their hands together. They gazed at the ultrasound machine monitor, where their son could be viewed resting inside of his mommy's belly. The doctor was able to fully confirm, this time, that they were having a baby boy. Last time, Dr. Brewer was only able to make an educated guess.
Lou couldn't stop smiling at the little miracle growing inside of her. "Aw, it looks like he's waving," she gushed, pointing to where the baby's hand was upraised. "Hi, baby."
Peter laughed, "He's very active. I don't think he's stop moving since this has started." He watched the screen with eyes glistening in awe, at his son.
"Well, there's going to be plenty of space to run, and you'll have two big sisters to chase after," Lou said, putting her free hand on her belly. On the screen, it appeared that the baby responded to Lou's touch, starting and moving his hands upward. She looked up and smiled at her husband.
Peter looked down at her. "You know, I thought that maybe I would be used to this after Katie," he admitted, softly. "but I don't think this will ever stop being truly amazing." Lou's smile got bigger, and Peter leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. She hooked her hand around his neck, keeping him close to her.
The door began to open, and the kissed ended. Their foreheads touched, as Peter stroked her cheek with his fingertips. "I love you," he whispered, "and I think you are amazing for being able to do this."
"Love you, too," Lou whispered back to him. They pulled apart and settled back into their appropriate seating apparatuses, as Dr. Maggie Brewer entered into the room again.
The doctor smiled at the happy couple, albeit a little grimly. "Sorry about that," she said, "I just needed to refer on something."
"That's ok," Lou replied, "Is everything okay?"
The doctor couldn't lie to them. She looked at them equally, sympathetically. "Well, something came up on the ultrasound that didn't show up last time," Dr. Brewer started to explained. Lou and Peter glanced at each other with immediate concern written on their faces. Lou squeezed Peter's hand tighter, and they let the doctor go on. "It appears that the baby has developed a heart defect."
Lou and Peter gaped, eyes widening in surprise. Lou put her hand to her mouth, willing herself to be strong for her baby. "What?" was what she finally managed to say.
Peter found a more coherent thought. "How did this happen?" he asked, his thumb running soothingly over the back of Lou's hand in an effort to keep her calm.
"Birth defects can happen in a variety of different ways," Dr. Brewer explained. "In your case, there is a low amount of amniotic fluid in the placenta. That has caused everything to work harder to give the baby all the nutrients he needs, and, therefore, his heart is pumping and working a lot faster than normal. That has caused a hole to form in his heart." She paused to let them digest this news.
Lou stumbled to find the right words. "So,...um,...what does this mean?" she stammered. "Is he..." She couldn't bring herself to finish that last sentence. She pressed her hand against her mouth again. Peter slid his arm around her, letting her lean into him, his hand running up and down her arm.
"Well, I can tell you that this is treatable and the baby is not in danger, right now," Dr. Brewer tried to reassure them. "Despite the slow intake of nutrients, the baby is right on par with his development in this stage of the pregnancy. But I'm going to monitor you and the baby closely, in case something suddenly pops up. To do that, I'm going to recommend two appointments a month from here on out." Lou and Peter nodded in agreement. "There's also the risk of premature labor, as with all high risk pregnancies. So, just take it easy and avoid any stressful situations."
An eerie quietness descended after Dr. Brewer finished talking. Neither one of them really knew what to say. They both looked over at the ultrasound machine, where the image of their son seemed to be frozen on the screen. Like a moment caught in frame, to be preserved in time as a moment of happiness and innocence. How is it possible that this little tiny miracle now seemed to have a clock ticking above his head.
"Any questions?" Dr. Brewer asked, softly.
Lou shook her head, turning her head to the wall to blink back the tears threatening to pour down her face.
Peter shook his head, also. "No, thanks," he replied, thanking the doctor for her help.
The appointment was over after that, and Dr. Brewer began cleaning up and putting the equipment away. Peter helped Lou down off of the chair, and they started to leave the examination room, thanking the doctor one more time. They were quiet as they wound their way through the office to the exit. The doors came up, with the view of the outside being able to be seen through them. The sky was blue and the sun shone brightly across the parking lot. Big, puffy, white clouds filled the sky, the leaves stirred rhythmically in the trees with the wind, and the whole thing was a like a storybook. The day was picturesque, but it was completely oblivious to the problems and turmoil that was going on within it.
The door swung shut behind them in a quiet whoosh, as they stepped outside. Lou suddenly froze, unable to take another step forward. Peter stopped automatically, too, his hand resting on the small of her back in a concerned gesture. Her eyes flicked to him out of the corner of her eye for just a second and then she covered her face with her hands, her shoulders starting to shake from her silent sobs. Peter moved around to in front her, his hands on her shoulders.
"Hey, shhhh, it's all going to be alright," Peter whispered, soothingly. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest and his lips brushing her temple. Lou's own arms wrapped around him, her hands grabbing onto his coat tightly, to hold on to something substantial.
"We are all going to be okay."
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"Bye, Georgie!"
Georgie stood up and sidestepped out of her seat on the bus, into the aisle. She waved to her friends as she shouldered her book bag. From the seat across the aisle, Stephen told her a quiet goodbye with a shy smile. Georgie smiled back at him and gave him a wave goodbye. Then, she started walking up the aisle to the front of the bus. She skipped down the steps, and landed on the dirt in front of the Heartland sign at the top of the driveway. Georgie smiled, as an amazing thrill hummed through her body every single day when she got off the bus. Looking up and seeing that sign, knowing that Heartland is and will always be her home.
She started down the driveway at a light jog, anxious. Horses grazed on either side of her inside the paddocks and the familiar sounds of the ranch filled her ears. As she grew closer, she started to make out movement in the round pen. Her smile broadened and she lengthened her stride, breaking into a run. However, knowing better, Georgie slowed down as she neared the pen.
Amy was inside the round pen with Moonstone. The mare stood quietly with a saddle pad on her back, and Amy walked over to her carefully, carrying a saddle. Georgie dropped her bag, abandoned, on the ground and climbed onto the fence so that she could see better. Moonstone perked up at the sound of someone new around, turning her head.
"Are you going to ride her?" Georgie asked, resting her chin on her crossed arms.
"Well, that's the plan," Amy told her, letting Moon smell and get used to the saddle again. "She's doing really good so far, but I don't want to push her if she's not ready."
Georgie was nearly bouncing with anticipation. She couldn't help but ask. "Do you think she'd let me ride her, too?"
"I don't know," Amy paused, sliding the saddle gently onto Moonstone's back. Then, she turned back to Georgie, resting her arm across the horse's back. "but don't you have homework to do?"
Georgie waved it off. "I only have a little bit," she said, "I'm going to go inside and change. Don't put her away until I get back!" She jumped down from the fence, grabbed her bag by the strap, and ran to the house.
Amy laughed and shook her head, laughing and rolling her eyes at her niece. Then, she turned her attention back to Moonstone, cooing to the mare softly. Moon nickered to her quietly in return, nuzzling her hand.
The thirteen year old pounded up the porch steps and basically rocketed through the front door. Lou and Peter were in the kitchen, sitting at the table. They were talking in low voices. They turned, however, at their daughter's loud entrance. They both smiled at her greeting her home from school, at the same time that Katie ran into the kitchen, excitedly.
"Georgie's home!" the little girl exclaimed, throwing herself at her big sister.
Georgie wrapped her up in a big hug, spinning her around. "Hi, Katie!" she greeted back. She set Katie down, turning to her parents. "Amy is tacking up Moonstone for the first time, and she said I could ride her. I'm going to go get changed now." She started to head for her room.
"Uh, actually," Lou stopped her, standing up with a little help from Peter. "You have to get your homework done first. You can't rush on it in the morning again, five minutes before the bus."
"What?! That's not fair!" Georgie exclaimed, turning around with a shocked expression on her face. "I only have a little bit, and Amy is working with Moonstone now."
"I'm sorry, but school is your responsibility," Lou told her, apologetically. "You have to take it seriously, you can't neglect it."
"But I do..." she pouted, crossing her arms. Then, seeing that she wasn't going to get her way, Georgie spun around and stomped her way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Katie stared after her, dumbfounded.
Lou sighed, turning back around, crossing her arms. "I really hate being the bad guy with her," she said, sitting back down.
"I'll go talk to her," Peter offered, patting her leg. He stood up and gave her a peck on the cheek, as she smiled at him thankfully. He stroked Katie's head as he passed by her on his way to go after Georgie.
When they were alone, Katie walked up to Lou, leaning against her. Katie held up her arms. "What's wrong with her?" she asked, innocently. Lou chuckled, leaning over to give her youngest daughter a hug that Katie returned.
Upstairs, Peter knocked on Georgie's open bedroom door. The girl was lying across her bed on her stomach, pouting. She heard Peter come in, and she listlessly pulled her book and notebook out of her bag. "Don't worry, I'm getting started right now," she grumbled. She dropped the books onto her bed, then dropped her chin in her hand.
"I know you are frustrated and disappointed," Peter began, and he lowered himself down on the bed beside his daughter. "but your mom is right."
Georgie didn't say anything.
"But maybe it was a little bit unfair," Peter admitted. Georgie did look at him then. "We know how much you love working with the horses with Amy, especially Moonstone. But, listen, we weren't sure if we going to tell you or not, but I think you're old enough."
"What is it?" Georgie asked, listening.
"Today, the doctor told us that the baby has a small problem with his heart," Peter explained to her.
"Oh no," Georgie gasped, "Is he going to be okay?"
"Yeah, the doctor said it can be fixed after he's born, but Lou is stressing about it a little bit when she needs to be staying absolutely calm and worry-free."
Georgie's demeanor completely changed after that. She was no longer sullen as she sat up, Peter following suit a beat later. "Don't worry, I won't cause anymore stress for her," Georgie suggested. "I'll play with Katie more, keep her nice and quiet."
Peter smiled proudly at her. "I know you will," he said. "Now, if you promise to work on your homework straight after dinner, you can go out with Amy right now. I'll talk to Lou." Georgie's face lit up like a bunch of fireworks.
"Really?" she questioned. Peter nodded. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Then, she threw her arms around her father, hugging him tightly. Georgie grew pensive again. "I love you," she whispered, against his shoulder. "I really do hope the baby is safe and sound."
Peter hugged her back just as tightly, one hand cupping the back of her head. "I love you, too," he murmured back to her, wishing for the same thing.
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The day had been long and hard, Amy thought as she climbed into bed that night. She pulled the blankets over her lap as she watched her husband clear the rest of the dinner dishes. She watched him contentedly, but her mind was wandering. Moonstone had done great today, allowing Amy to not only get on her but to walk around the ring as well. The mare was so good, and her friendly personality was finally starting to show. Unfortunately, Georgie didn't get to ride her like she had wanted. Georgie was disappointed, but Amy had said that Moon had look too tired to continue for the day. Definitely the next time Georgie could ride her, Amy promised. From Moonstone, Amy's mind wandered to another horse. She hadn't met this one, but she felt drawn to him nonetheless.
Ty slid into bed beside her, kissing her on the cheek. Consequently, he startled her out of her reverie. "Sorry. What were you thinking of?" he asked her, propping himself up on his pillow, arm behind his head.
"Oh, um, that horse you told me about this morning," Amy replied, laying down next to him. "Spiridon. I can't help but think that there's something about him..." She trailed off, wonderingly.
"Yeah, but remember what I told you," Ty reminded her. "I don't want you to get mixed up with Hank Caldwell." He said the name with gruffness.
"I know,..." Amy sighed. "...I can't help it..." She added in a whisper. Ty smiled at her and leaned closer, kissing her. He pulled her down deeper in the bed, his hands roaming over her body and he canvased her with kisses. Amy melted into him, their love pouring over each other in waves, distracting her for just a moment or two.
Then, Ty turned over and went to sleep, leaving Amy's mind to gallop to another place where a horse stood in fear and ached to be rescued.
A/N: So, what did you think? I hope this long chapter made up for the long wait. I hope you all liked it. Please tell me what you thought about it, in a review. :)