I'm a terrible, terrible, person. I'm like three days overdue in UD, sorry. But w/e, I'm good now. And FINALLY, I'm UD.
If you wish to know why I've been so late UD, read on.
I'm completely, utterly, totally, and in-controlably obssessed, with Pirates of the Caribbean. I'm trying my hardest to come up with a good oneshot, but no luck. Any ideas from anyone that has seen the movie(s)? They would be EXTREMELY appreciated. Savvy?
ANYWAY! On with the story you clicked on, the sixteenth part in my PS story.
Chapter Sixteen
"Oh my gosh!" Sam shouted. "Are they alright?"
Sheriff Ballard held out his hand in a calming motion. "They're fine. Bryanna went in to labor early tonight. You're Dad called me and wanted me to wait for you. He said that him, Gram and Kenna said they'll be there awhile and not to worry. You're supposed to stay here and take care of the house and the stock."
Sam sighed. That's what Dallas is for. And how do they expect me not to worry? Crazy people. "Fine. Thanks for telling me. Sorry I spazzed."
Sheriff Ballard laughed. "You didn't spazz. Just natural worry." He patted Sam's shoulder and headed towards his car; which Sam hadn't even noticed until just now. "Just try not to worry to much, alright?"
"I'll try, Sheriff."
"Heck, please." Heck Ballard said as he climbed into his patrol car. "Have a nice night, Sam."
"You too…Heck." Sam sat down on the porch steps and waved as the police car rode over the bridge.
Blaze came over to her and whimpered. Dixie soon followed. "Hey, guys. It's all right."
Absently Sam patted Dixie's head. Since Blaze was beginning to get a little gray around the muzzle, Wyatt had bought Dixie to take some of the strain off the elderly dog. Dixie was a beautiful Brown and white Border collie and Wyatt had hopes for her.
Sam sat sandwich between the two dogs and stared off into space. She didn't even bother to go upstairs and try to sleep, because she knew sleep would not come. Instead she wondered what the baby would be like. She knew it was a boy and Bryanna had already named it Noah. Sam smiled and wondered if she would adore her little brother as much as she adored Kenna. There was no doubt in Sam's mind that she'd be closer to Noah than she was to Kenna because she would be here for the first years in his life….
A whinny cut through the silence of the empty ranchyard. Sam glanced up and saw the Phantom waiting for her. Sam jogged over to where he was and gently stroked his neck. But when she reached out to touch him, he began to disappear. "Zanzibar?" Sam asked, but her horse didn't here. He wavered in and out of view. He whinnied for her before disappearing completely…
Sam awoke with a start. What had happened? She had a dream about the Phantom. Sam glanced toward the river bur her horse wasn't there. Weird. Sam thought. Normally when she dreamed about the Phantom, he had been there. And maybe he had. Sam had been to deep asleep to wake up, so she had woven it into her dream. And when her horse had disappeared it must be because he had left. Sam hadn't seen her horse lately. Suddenly her heart ached for him. Most likely he wouldn't come back tonight. But Sam would check again tomorrow. And the next night.
Yawning, Sam realized she was still on the porch steps. Dixie and Blaze were snoring gently at her feet. Sam laughed silently as Dixie's legs clawed the ground, chasing imaginary cats. Blaze ground softly and bared his teeth at something in his dream. Sam got up and tried to get inside without waking them up. Her attempts were in vain. As the porch door squeaked quietly the dogs immediately got up and followed her in.
"Come on guys." Sam whispered. "You can sleep in my room." She went upstairs and crawled into bed. Cougar meowed at the disturbance and then curled up next to Sam's pillow. Blaze and Dixie curled up next to her feet. All three animals and their owner were soon sound asleep.
-----------
"Knock, Knock." Jen's voice floated up to Sam as she worked in her room.
"Upstairs." Sam called. She had already fed the stock and seen to the animals, so know she was doing some much needed cleaning in her room.
"Whatcha ya doin'?" Jen asked from the doorway.
"Just a little straightening up." Sam said sorting through some old papers from earlier school years.
"Any news on Bryanna and the baby?"
"Dad called. They had to do another C-section because Bryanna was in too much pain to push." Sam said. "But everything's fine. At 5:o7 this morning Bryanna gave birth to a healthy -all though small- baby boy. Noah Fredrick Forster."
"So, what's up with Fredrick?" Jen asked.
"Same thing as Kenna's middle name. McKenna Grace. Named after Gram, Dad's Mom. Fredrick is Bryanna's Dad's name."
"Oh, ok. I gotcha." Jen said. "So what are you doing here?"
Sam shuffled through a pile of papers. "Nothing just some –Oh look!" Sam handed Jen a picture of the four of them –Jen, Jake, Sam, and Darrell- before Sam had left for San Fransico.
Jen eyes scanned the picture. "Wow." she said. "I can't believe you still have this. Do you throw anything away?"
"I will soon." Sam said. "It seems so long ago. Who would've guessed that me and Jake would end up together? And you and Darrell will be next. I just know it."
"Shut up." Jen said
Sam raised her eyebrows. "Hm."
Jen patted Sam's arm. "Jake's crazy about you. You can see it in his eyes and in the way he holds you. With me and Darrell on the other hand..."
"He likes you, I can tell." Sam persisted.
"No." Jen's voice was sure but Sam could see her friend was wondering . "Shut up and help me clean your room. You know, I don't have to do this at all."
"Fine." Sam said sorting through papers as far back as four years ago.
The girls cleaned out Sam's old papers and stuff before going downstairs for a quick snack.
"So," Sam asked between a bite of ice cream. "What's the plan for tomorrow?" Tomorrow was th last day off summer vacation and then the girls started their senior year.
"Plan? Like a party?" Jen waited for Sam's nod. "Well, I think there's another teen night at Clara's." Jen bounced in her chair before settling down to finish her ice cream.
The girls ate in comfortable silence for a few more minutes. Then Jen glanced at the clock and hurriedly rushed out the door saying she had to get home. Sam followed her and saw her friend off. Then, she walked toward the barn with Blaze and Dixie at her heels.
"Hey, baby girl." Sam patted Tempest's neck affectionately. "Wanna go for a quick ride?" Tempest was still being schooled but Sam didn't doubt that she could handle her long enough for a quick gallop. She saddled up her filly and swung into the saddle. Then she sent her at a lope across the bridge.
Sam closed her eyes and enjoyed the rhythmic feeling of Tempest's hooves. She was just a smooth ride as her father. When the two reached the little lake at War Drum Flatts, Sam dismounted and tied Tempest to a nearby tree. She wasn't sure how reliable she was on ground-tying. Sam stripped down to her underwear and dove in. The cool lake water felt good on her skin.
Sam got out of the water and spread out on a large rock to dry out. That's when it happened.
Instead of getting drier, Sam got wetter. The skies opened and rain fell over all of Darton County. It poured down in sheets but it didn't sting. In fact it felt good. Sam spread her arms wide and spun in a circle. She threw her head back and laughed out loud. She loved the rain. Sam would've stayed out in all night, but her horse didn't appreciate getting wet. She whinnied and pulled back on her reins, tied tightly to the tree.
Sam laughed at her horse's antics and decided to head for home. She swung up in the saddle and galloped towards home. She clung tightly to Tempest's mane and let her choose her own path. Sam just threw her head back and let the rain fall.
When they reached River Bend, Sam put Tempest away and she was much happier in her warm stall with a fresh hay net.
When her horse was taken care of, Sam went back out in the yard. She splashed through puddles and laughed as the rain hit her in the face. Blaze and Dixie ran yapping circles around her. A few more minutes of her puddle dance and Sam decided to go inside. She didn't want to get sick and she was getting cold.
She went inside and showered. Then she out on her most comfortable clothes before curling up on the living room couch with cougar purring on her tummy and the dogs curled up at her feet. There she sat listening to the rain's pitter-pattering song on the windowsill. Soon the soft drops lulled her to sleep.
Yea, this chapter had no Jake! But really I was tying up some loose ends, even if there is none.
Well everyone remember what I told you b4 about POTC and please remember to review! One chapter left!