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. This will probably be the last installment
unless I get some more reviews…..wink wink!!
Watching Sandra rock baby Danny to sleep in a secluded part of the yard evoked a
strange sort of feeling in Anthony. He had sworn to himself that he would always remain
a bachelor and up until now he hadn't found a woman that had made him reconsider his
vow to himself. He knew that he really liked Sandra, maybe even loved her a little, but as
he heard her start to hum a lullaby to the baby he wondered what it would be like if that
were their baby. If they had been the ones that had been married today, instead of Evelyn
and Rafe. He was genuinely happy for the bride and groom, he knew that Rafe and
Evelyn belonged together. He still held the same opinion of what had happened between
Danny and Evelyn but he couldn't blame them.
Sandra turned around, meaning to head back into the house and put Danny down to sleep,
but instead her green eyes met Anthony's brown ones. She smiled shyly and shifted
Danny's sleeping form onto her other shoulder. She truly loved this baby and was starting
to wish for one of her own. She was already twenty-three, almost twenty-four, and her
maternal instincts were beginning to kick in. She supposed that her maternal instincts had
been the reason she had become a nurse, she loved caring for people, especially babies.
When she found herself thinking about babies it was always Anthony who was the father
in her dreams.
"Hey," she whispered. Even being five feet away from him made her heart start to beat
faster and had it jumping into her throat. "I didn't know that you were still here. I thought
everybody had left."
"And I didn't know that you had baby-sitting duty tonight," he answered jokingly.
"Actually, everybody has left. How come you've got Danny tonight? Where did Rafe and
Evelyn go?"
"I think they wanted to be alone tonight, before they had to leave tomorrow morning."
Sandra blushed as she pictured Evelyn's face asking her if "you would terribly mind
watching Danny tonight so that……Rafe and I could be….alone." She hadn't hesitated to
say yes, she knew that this would be the only chance for the newlyweds to be totally
alone.
"Oh…….they wanted to be alone," Anthony said, tying not to laugh. He didn't blame
Rafe at all. He knew that Rafe and Evelyn had never become intimate and he gave Rafe a
lot of credit. He didn't think that if he were faced with a woman that obviously wanted to
be intimate that he would be able to say no. Seeing the blush appear on Sandra's cheeks
had him thinking about being intimate with her. Growing up in Brooklyn, he had had
plenty of experience with women but somehow that hadn't applied to Sandra.
"Yes," she answered. "I know I'm stuck with Danny tonight and I wouldn't be much fun
to an army pilot like you but if you wanted to we could take a walk on the beach," she
suggested shyly.
"I'd love to," Anthony answered sincerely. When he spent time with Sandra it didn't
matter to him what they did as long as they were together.
Rafe paused at the threshold of the hotel room he and Evelyn had booked, giving his eyes
a second to adjust the light that was dim compared to the June sunlight. He wasn't
exactly nervous, more anxious, about what he knew was going to happen that night.
Telling Evelyn that he didn't want to in New York had been one of the hardest things he
had had to do. He had wanted to but he honestly didn't believe that it would have been
the right time. It would have been as if they were trying to prove something, tying to
prove their love since he was leaving for England. Rafe didn't need to try and prove his
feelings for her, he knew that what he felt for Evelyn could transcend anything, even time
and insinuating circumstances.
"Are you coming in Mr. McCawley or am I going to have to sleep alone?" Evelyn asked,
apparently having slid her slim form past him and into the room. She stood there, with
her weight on her back leg and her hair curling about her face from the humidity. Rafe
knew that there had never been a woman more beautiful than her.
"Oh, I'm definitely coming in Mrs. McCawley," he smiled, as he crossed the room.
When he had reached her, in the middle of the shady room that had sunlight streaking in
through the wooden Venetian blinds, he slid one arm around her waist and caressed her
cheek with his free hand. "It's a little too early to go to sleep, don't you think?" he asked
watching her start to breathe a bit faster. "What are we gonna do?"
"Oh, I think I can think of a few things to keep us occupied until later," Evelyn replied
breathlessly, as her hands went to the lapels of his jacket and pulled his face down to hers
so that the tips of their noses were touching. "Much later," she added right before pulling
his face down one more inch so that their lips met in a gentle kiss.
Evelyn's hands left Rafe's chest and began to unbutton the buttons on his uniform jacket.
She slid it from his shoulders, not hearing it hit the floor. As Rafe's hands entangled
themselves in her hair, she bean to unknot his tie. Yanking it from his shirt collar and
tossing it onto the floor, her hands automatically began pulling his shirt from out of his
trousers.
"Evelyn," Rafe said, his breath, racing erratically in her ear. "Are you sure that you wan
to do this? Because if you don't I'm not going to pressure you. I don't want to do this
unless you do."
"Rafe, if I didn't want to do you think I'd be pulling your clothes off you as fast as I
could?" she replied, resting her face in the crook pf his neck. She lifted her face to look
directly into his eyes. "We've waited almost a year and a half. Don't make me wait any
longer….please."
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. This will probably be the last installment
unless I get some more reviews…..wink wink!!
Watching Sandra rock baby Danny to sleep in a secluded part of the yard evoked a
strange sort of feeling in Anthony. He had sworn to himself that he would always remain
a bachelor and up until now he hadn't found a woman that had made him reconsider his
vow to himself. He knew that he really liked Sandra, maybe even loved her a little, but as
he heard her start to hum a lullaby to the baby he wondered what it would be like if that
were their baby. If they had been the ones that had been married today, instead of Evelyn
and Rafe. He was genuinely happy for the bride and groom, he knew that Rafe and
Evelyn belonged together. He still held the same opinion of what had happened between
Danny and Evelyn but he couldn't blame them.
Sandra turned around, meaning to head back into the house and put Danny down to sleep,
but instead her green eyes met Anthony's brown ones. She smiled shyly and shifted
Danny's sleeping form onto her other shoulder. She truly loved this baby and was starting
to wish for one of her own. She was already twenty-three, almost twenty-four, and her
maternal instincts were beginning to kick in. She supposed that her maternal instincts had
been the reason she had become a nurse, she loved caring for people, especially babies.
When she found herself thinking about babies it was always Anthony who was the father
in her dreams.
"Hey," she whispered. Even being five feet away from him made her heart start to beat
faster and had it jumping into her throat. "I didn't know that you were still here. I thought
everybody had left."
"And I didn't know that you had baby-sitting duty tonight," he answered jokingly.
"Actually, everybody has left. How come you've got Danny tonight? Where did Rafe and
Evelyn go?"
"I think they wanted to be alone tonight, before they had to leave tomorrow morning."
Sandra blushed as she pictured Evelyn's face asking her if "you would terribly mind
watching Danny tonight so that……Rafe and I could be….alone." She hadn't hesitated to
say yes, she knew that this would be the only chance for the newlyweds to be totally
alone.
"Oh…….they wanted to be alone," Anthony said, tying not to laugh. He didn't blame
Rafe at all. He knew that Rafe and Evelyn had never become intimate and he gave Rafe a
lot of credit. He didn't think that if he were faced with a woman that obviously wanted to
be intimate that he would be able to say no. Seeing the blush appear on Sandra's cheeks
had him thinking about being intimate with her. Growing up in Brooklyn, he had had
plenty of experience with women but somehow that hadn't applied to Sandra.
"Yes," she answered. "I know I'm stuck with Danny tonight and I wouldn't be much fun
to an army pilot like you but if you wanted to we could take a walk on the beach," she
suggested shyly.
"I'd love to," Anthony answered sincerely. When he spent time with Sandra it didn't
matter to him what they did as long as they were together.
Rafe paused at the threshold of the hotel room he and Evelyn had booked, giving his eyes
a second to adjust the light that was dim compared to the June sunlight. He wasn't
exactly nervous, more anxious, about what he knew was going to happen that night.
Telling Evelyn that he didn't want to in New York had been one of the hardest things he
had had to do. He had wanted to but he honestly didn't believe that it would have been
the right time. It would have been as if they were trying to prove something, tying to
prove their love since he was leaving for England. Rafe didn't need to try and prove his
feelings for her, he knew that what he felt for Evelyn could transcend anything, even time
and insinuating circumstances.
"Are you coming in Mr. McCawley or am I going to have to sleep alone?" Evelyn asked,
apparently having slid her slim form past him and into the room. She stood there, with
her weight on her back leg and her hair curling about her face from the humidity. Rafe
knew that there had never been a woman more beautiful than her.
"Oh, I'm definitely coming in Mrs. McCawley," he smiled, as he crossed the room.
When he had reached her, in the middle of the shady room that had sunlight streaking in
through the wooden Venetian blinds, he slid one arm around her waist and caressed her
cheek with his free hand. "It's a little too early to go to sleep, don't you think?" he asked
watching her start to breathe a bit faster. "What are we gonna do?"
"Oh, I think I can think of a few things to keep us occupied until later," Evelyn replied
breathlessly, as her hands went to the lapels of his jacket and pulled his face down to hers
so that the tips of their noses were touching. "Much later," she added right before pulling
his face down one more inch so that their lips met in a gentle kiss.
Evelyn's hands left Rafe's chest and began to unbutton the buttons on his uniform jacket.
She slid it from his shoulders, not hearing it hit the floor. As Rafe's hands entangled
themselves in her hair, she bean to unknot his tie. Yanking it from his shirt collar and
tossing it onto the floor, her hands automatically began pulling his shirt from out of his
trousers.
"Evelyn," Rafe said, his breath, racing erratically in her ear. "Are you sure that you wan
to do this? Because if you don't I'm not going to pressure you. I don't want to do this
unless you do."
"Rafe, if I didn't want to do you think I'd be pulling your clothes off you as fast as I
could?" she replied, resting her face in the crook pf his neck. She lifted her face to look
directly into his eyes. "We've waited almost a year and a half. Don't make me wait any
longer….please."