A/N: My apologies for the delay in posting. I've been beta testing for a couple of authors and working on my Bones fanfiction that I've been late in updating of late. Thanks for your patience. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Waltons...too bad

Two hours later, Curt arrived back to his residence. All the Monroe children had the chicken pox, plus he was flagged down by Sissy on the way home to help Yancy again after eating his Red Devil chili. He swore that Yancy's indigestion was going to be the death of him.

All the way home, he thought about what Mary Ellen said about being married at the church. He didn't want to commit to her where only a couple months earlier she ran out on her wedding rehearsal for another man. He didn't mind Reverend Fordwick marrying them. He just wanted a place that was their own. Hopefully, Mary Ellen could come around, or maybe he needed to quit being so stubborn.

When he pulled into his driveway, he was surprised to see his porch light on and a solitary light glowing in the residence. Getting his bag, he walked up to the door and opened it. He saw the kitchen light on so he headed towards it. He was pleasantly greeted in his dining room with two candles burning and his best dishes out. A wonderful smell led him to the kitchen, where he saw Mary Ellen at the stove putting the finishing touches on dinner.

"What's all this?"

Mary Ellen turned around momentarily. "Dinner. I thought you might be hungry because I am" She put a lid on a pan and walked over to Curt. "It's also an apology for not giving your opinion consideration. I'm sorry for thinking of only myself. I would like to talk about it now if you want"

"I'm sorry, too" They kissed but still held each other. "Have we made up, Nurse Walton?"

"I hope so, Doctor Willard"

Hit with inspiration, he smiled. "I'll be right back. Go back to the stove"

"Why, Curt?" Mary Ellen looked perplexed

"Just do it, Woman and for a few minutes, forget about this afternoon"

After giving him a confused look, she went back to what she was doing, knowing Curt would reveal himself in due time.

Curt quickly put his bag back in his office and quickly restocked it. Coming back to the kitchen, he enjoyed the view of his fiancée making dinner. Feeling more than ready to make up, he walked over.

Mary Ellen was concentrating on dinner so she didn't hear Curt come back and only knew when she felt a pair of arms around her waist. Realizing what he was doing, she smiled. "Well, good evening, Doctor. How is the patient?"

"The Monroes have chicken pox. I would have been here sooner, but I had to check on Yancy again"

"What's wrong?"

"Indigestion. What else? Surprisingly, still no mange"

Mary Ellen was laughing. "Curt you are awful"

"You're laughing, so I can't be that bad. What is that delicious smell?"

"Goulash. Is this okay?"

"I think it will do just fine" Curt said as he turned her around and looked her up and down. "What's this? I don't think I've ever seen this outfit"

She was wearing the blouse she bought in Charlottesville with her new skirt, a rust red that clung in all the right places. Curt looked down and saw she wasn't wearing her usual socks and shoes but heels and what he pretty sure were stockings. Her hair was pinned up in a twist. Thoughts of dinner flew out of his head.

"Mary Ellen, as good as this smells, I have a need for something else right now"

Not seeing the look in his eyes, Mary Ellen shut off the stove and turned around while removing her apron. "What's that, Curt?"

"Just this" Suddenly, he picked her up and carried her out of the kitchen. When they got to his bedroom, he kicked the door shut.

"But Curt, what about dinner? I thought we were going to talk about where the wedding will be?"

"We'll get to it. What time are your parents expecting you home?"

"No particular time. Momma says she trusts me with you"

"Good. Plenty of time" After a moment, Curt spoke again. "Nice stockings…..Good for me" Mary Ellen's laugh could be heard through the bedroom before the only sounds heard were from the couple behind the door.

At 9:30, the couple was settled at Curt's dinner table eating reheated goulash. Mary Ellen was wearing one of Curt's shirts while he was wearing an undershirt and his trousers from earlier.

Curt scraped the last of the goulash from his plate. "Mmm mm, very good. Thank you for the supper, ma'am. I was quite hungry"

"We could have had it earlier, but someone got other ideas"

"Hey, my fiancée is attractive and she was dressed in a manner that showed that off. Had to show you my appreciation for that along with the dinner you took the time to make, especially since I was an ass earlier"

"If anyone was an ass earlier, Curt, it was me. I didn't think about why you may not want our wedding at the church, but I understand now"

"I thought about it on the way home, Mary Ellen and if you want to—"

"No Curt. We go to church there on Sundays, but my mother made me see that our vows mean the same no matter where they were. Let's get married somewhere that has meaning for the both of us"

Curt had a twinge of guilt. "Are you sure, Mary Ellen?"

"Yes, Curt. Now, do you have any ideas on where we should get married—"Mary Ellen said but was cut off by Curt.

"The Walton's homestead"

Mary Ellen only greeted him with a blank stare.

Curt saw her face and thought she hated it. "If you have another idea, that's fine. I just think that's where we really came together as a couple. The night we—"

"—talked about all those things we never told anyone else" Mary Ellen finished. "I think it's perfect, Curt"

Curt took her hand across the table. "So, June twelfth at Walton's Mountain. What time?"

"Well, I don't want it too early"

"But if it's too late it's time taken away from our wedding night"

The couple laughed. "Noon" Mary Ellen volunteered.

"Sounds perfect" Curt said.

"I will talk to Reverend Fordwick tomorrow"

"No, Mary Ellen" He saw the confused look on her face and continued with his thought. "We will see Reverend Fordwick tomorrow"

They smiled at each other before going back to their dinner.

David Spencer sat in his car across the street from Curt's house. He knew he couldn't stay much longer or else someone would spot him and/or his car. Swigging another drink from his flask, he watched the couple's shadows through the curtained windows. He was grateful that Erin could help him. The small part of him that knew better of Curt having an affair was pushed down by either his determination or when that wasn't enough, Jack Daniels whiskey.

He could provide for Mary Ellen. Didn't she realize that? He heard from the gossip that she and Curt were engaged. Two months earlier, they were supposed to be married. Right now, she should be at home with him, dancing with him, making love with him.

Soon, they will be back on the right track, he and Mary Ellen. He would make sure of it, starting very soon.

Erin sat in bed in the dark, having just finished saying good night to everyone. Her anger at Curt was intensified when she heard about his fight with Mary Ellen about him not wanting to get married at the church. If it was good enough for David, it should be good enough for Curtis Willard.

Soon, she would get her selfish sister away from their cheating doctor and back to where she belonged, with David. She thought she could detect what smelled like alcohol on his breath when they talked last, but to her, David was allowed to relax sometimes. The fact that he seemed to have trouble momentarily finding the car door could happen to anyone.

Soon, they will be back on the right track, David and her sister. He was starting his plan soon. Now, she needed to come through on her part

"Okay, Nurse Walton, time to work off this wonderful dinner"

Mary Ellen watched as Curt opened his second hand record player. He put the needle down and a moment later, Tommy Dorsey's "I'm Getting Sentimental Over You'. She smiled as she walked over to her fiancé and put her hand in his. Slowly they swayed to the tones.

"Curt, have you always been a romantic?"

Curt smiled as he laid his cheek on top of her head. "Just with you, Mary Ellen Walton"

The couple continued to sway to the music oblivious to the events that would shortly threaten to tear them apart.