Healing the Breach
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you would recognize, just the plot.
Notes from the Author: For the purposes of this story Anthony didn't die but he did suffer
from a head injury during the mission. There is some romance in this story, so far the
pairings are Rafe/Evelyn and Anthony/Sandra. Lindsay, you have my permission to put
my story on your site as long as it has this heading and you give me credit for writing the
story. Thanks for your review! Danielle, bondgurl_007_00@yahoo.com
Rafe quietly opened the hospital room door and slipped inside. Evelyn was lying on a
bed, looking pale and tired. He smiled, remembering how strong she had been yesterday
during labor. He had never heard her scream or cry out, she had just gritted her teeth and
he had heard her grunt once in awhile. Rafe was amazed by Evelyn's strength, she was
strong for everyone she knew. For Barbara, who had lost Billy and Betty in the same day,
for Danny, when they had thought he had died, and now for himself. Rafe had lost his
best friend in the world. Evelyn had lost the father of her child but seemed more
concerned about him.
He laid the bouquet of tiger lilies, Evelyn's favorite flower, that he had brought for her on
the bedside table and took one of her hands in his. Rafe brushed back a lock of her hair
and stroked her cheek. He did not wish to wake her at this moment, he enjoyed the
peaceful look he found upon her face. Everyone had been worried about Evelyn. She
seemed too delicate to give birth to a healthy baby. But last night and yesterday morning
had proved everyone wrong. She had given birth to a healthy baby boy, with a head full
of dark hair and his mother's eyes. They were going to name him Daniel Walker
McCawley.
Rafe was just about to wake her when Sandra opened the door, carrying a small bundle in
her arms. She smiled, seeing Rafe at Evelyn's bedside. "Let her sleep a little while longer
Rafe," she cautioned. "She needs her rest." Rafe nodded, visibly disappointed. "Would
you like to see your son?" she asked.
Rafe smiled as Sandra handed him the bundle. She walked out and closed the door
quietly behind her. Rafe was nervous, knowing that he was here alone with the baby. He
pulled back one of the corners of the soft blanket, which was the very palest of blues. It
was Danny's child, not his, that stared back at him. He sighed, knowing that this would
never be his own son. He and Evelyn had talked about the situation and decided that Rafe
would adopt the baby and legally become the father. "But its still not the same," he
whispered to the infant. "He would have been your real father, your own flesh and blood.
But just because there isn't a piece of me inside of you doesn't mean that the tiniest piece
of you doesn't have control over my entire heart. I love your mama so much that
sometimes it hurts to look at her and know that she isn't solely mine. Part of her will
always belong to your Daddy."
Evelyn, who had just woken, smiled as she heard Rafe's soliloquy. He was right, part of
her would always belong to Danny but that part of her was now a part of their child. Even
now, Evelyn couldn't be sure if she had ever truly loved Danny. When she had met and
fallen in love with Rafe it was because they were meant to be together. When she and
Danny had started to spend time together it was because they needed each other for
support. When she looked at Rafe she had a feeling that he had to love her. That he
couldn't survive without seeing her or being with her. But with Danny, she had always
thought that he needed to love her. That she was there to support him when he thought he
had lost the last of his family. Even when they had spent the night in the parachute hangar
and made love Evelyn had had the impression that they had done it for the need of
comfort.
Rafe continued to speak to the infant. "I can promise you," he said "that your mama and I
will give you a little brother or sister to play with. Maybe a couple of them." Danny
reached out a hand and grabbed one of Rafe's fingers. "You've got a strong grip there,
pilot. I'll take you up and teach you how to fly soon enough."
Evelyn rolled over and cleared her throat. "Rafe McCawley! That child isn't getting near
a plane until he can at least walk!" she laughed. "And what's this I hear about brothers
and sisters? I hope you've talked that over with his mother."
Rafe laughed as he walked to her bedside and handed her the child. "Do you want more
children?" he asked, solemnly. "I do. Evelyn, there's nothing I want more than to be the
father of your children."
Evelyn smiled as she looked down at her newborn son. " I want more children, too Rafe.
But not now. I want to wait until Danny is a little bit older. I'm not sure if I could handle
Danny, another new baby, and you!" she laughed. "Believe me Rafe, I've dreamed about
the days when we'll have the chance to add to our family."
"And what about the nights?" Rafe asked, a devilish smile upon his handsome face.
"Have you dreamed about those, too?" Rafe had. Every night in England, that was what
he had been dreaming about. He hadn't been lying to Evelyn when he told her that that
was what he would look forward to, that she would the one that would bring him home.
"I've dreamed about the nights even longer," she said, startled to find her voice so husky.
She grabbed one of his hands and held it in one of her small ones. "Much longer."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you would recognize, just the plot.
Notes from the Author: For the purposes of this story Anthony didn't die but he did suffer
from a head injury during the mission. There is some romance in this story, so far the
pairings are Rafe/Evelyn and Anthony/Sandra. Lindsay, you have my permission to put
my story on your site as long as it has this heading and you give me credit for writing the
story. Thanks for your review! Danielle, bondgurl_007_00@yahoo.com
Rafe quietly opened the hospital room door and slipped inside. Evelyn was lying on a
bed, looking pale and tired. He smiled, remembering how strong she had been yesterday
during labor. He had never heard her scream or cry out, she had just gritted her teeth and
he had heard her grunt once in awhile. Rafe was amazed by Evelyn's strength, she was
strong for everyone she knew. For Barbara, who had lost Billy and Betty in the same day,
for Danny, when they had thought he had died, and now for himself. Rafe had lost his
best friend in the world. Evelyn had lost the father of her child but seemed more
concerned about him.
He laid the bouquet of tiger lilies, Evelyn's favorite flower, that he had brought for her on
the bedside table and took one of her hands in his. Rafe brushed back a lock of her hair
and stroked her cheek. He did not wish to wake her at this moment, he enjoyed the
peaceful look he found upon her face. Everyone had been worried about Evelyn. She
seemed too delicate to give birth to a healthy baby. But last night and yesterday morning
had proved everyone wrong. She had given birth to a healthy baby boy, with a head full
of dark hair and his mother's eyes. They were going to name him Daniel Walker
McCawley.
Rafe was just about to wake her when Sandra opened the door, carrying a small bundle in
her arms. She smiled, seeing Rafe at Evelyn's bedside. "Let her sleep a little while longer
Rafe," she cautioned. "She needs her rest." Rafe nodded, visibly disappointed. "Would
you like to see your son?" she asked.
Rafe smiled as Sandra handed him the bundle. She walked out and closed the door
quietly behind her. Rafe was nervous, knowing that he was here alone with the baby. He
pulled back one of the corners of the soft blanket, which was the very palest of blues. It
was Danny's child, not his, that stared back at him. He sighed, knowing that this would
never be his own son. He and Evelyn had talked about the situation and decided that Rafe
would adopt the baby and legally become the father. "But its still not the same," he
whispered to the infant. "He would have been your real father, your own flesh and blood.
But just because there isn't a piece of me inside of you doesn't mean that the tiniest piece
of you doesn't have control over my entire heart. I love your mama so much that
sometimes it hurts to look at her and know that she isn't solely mine. Part of her will
always belong to your Daddy."
Evelyn, who had just woken, smiled as she heard Rafe's soliloquy. He was right, part of
her would always belong to Danny but that part of her was now a part of their child. Even
now, Evelyn couldn't be sure if she had ever truly loved Danny. When she had met and
fallen in love with Rafe it was because they were meant to be together. When she and
Danny had started to spend time together it was because they needed each other for
support. When she looked at Rafe she had a feeling that he had to love her. That he
couldn't survive without seeing her or being with her. But with Danny, she had always
thought that he needed to love her. That she was there to support him when he thought he
had lost the last of his family. Even when they had spent the night in the parachute hangar
and made love Evelyn had had the impression that they had done it for the need of
comfort.
Rafe continued to speak to the infant. "I can promise you," he said "that your mama and I
will give you a little brother or sister to play with. Maybe a couple of them." Danny
reached out a hand and grabbed one of Rafe's fingers. "You've got a strong grip there,
pilot. I'll take you up and teach you how to fly soon enough."
Evelyn rolled over and cleared her throat. "Rafe McCawley! That child isn't getting near
a plane until he can at least walk!" she laughed. "And what's this I hear about brothers
and sisters? I hope you've talked that over with his mother."
Rafe laughed as he walked to her bedside and handed her the child. "Do you want more
children?" he asked, solemnly. "I do. Evelyn, there's nothing I want more than to be the
father of your children."
Evelyn smiled as she looked down at her newborn son. " I want more children, too Rafe.
But not now. I want to wait until Danny is a little bit older. I'm not sure if I could handle
Danny, another new baby, and you!" she laughed. "Believe me Rafe, I've dreamed about
the days when we'll have the chance to add to our family."
"And what about the nights?" Rafe asked, a devilish smile upon his handsome face.
"Have you dreamed about those, too?" Rafe had. Every night in England, that was what
he had been dreaming about. He hadn't been lying to Evelyn when he told her that that
was what he would look forward to, that she would the one that would bring him home.
"I've dreamed about the nights even longer," she said, startled to find her voice so husky.
She grabbed one of his hands and held it in one of her small ones. "Much longer."