"I'm so excited that I get to open on Monday," Michaela whispered against Sully's lips, and then dropped a few light pecks on his soft and inviting mouth, "Thank you for helping me with everything."

"It was my pleasure," Sully replied, drawing her in for a few more kisses.

"I love my new sign," she said, kissing him again.

This time, when their lips touched, Sully placed his hand on the nape of her neck, under her hair. He held her in place and passionately deepened the kiss. Their lives had been so crazy lately that he needed a break. Making-out was exhilarating for both of them, but for him it was also comforting. Resting his opposite hand on her soft cheek, he kissed her long and hard, knowing that they would both have swollen lips afterward.

The couple was currently in the office part of Michaela's medical clinic. Sully decided to take a seat in Michaela's office chair once everything was finally finished, and Michaela took a seat on his lap. What started as a brief moment of rest, after putting the final touches on her newly renovated space, turned into a romantic celebration that Sully had just actively made more passionate.

Knowing how attracted she was to him, and how steamy their make-out could become, Michaela was the one who pulled away first. They both sat in each other's arms panting heavily.

Sully wanted more, but since it was clear that she wanted to be close, but also controlled, he moved his hands so he could hold her around her waist. Then he addressed the new sign that he'd given her for the clinic.

"Robert E. did most of the work on that," Sully informed her, his breath labored, "I just created the sketches." He designed the sign for her with all of his heart, but he wanted to ensure that his good friend received his fair share of the credit.

Michaela breathed heavily, placing her hands on his rough, stubble-covered cheeks, "Well, I love it." Considering it to be a lovely gift from him, even though he said that his friend did most of the work. Perhaps she would send Robert E. a thank you card. For now, she lightly pressed her forehead against his, wanting to be close to him, without getting overwhelmed with passion.

Since she'd renovated the place, she decided to update other things as well, including renaming it. It was called the Bernard Family Doctor's Office when she first moved to Colorado Springs. She didn't change the name, as she was just starting out and she wanted to keep things running as smoothly as possible. Since the storm ruined that plan, she decided it was time for a new name. She chose the very simple name of Quinn Medical Clinic.

"Well, I love you," Sully returned, pressing his lips to her soft cheek, "I'm glad you ain't workin' at the hospital anymore."

Michaela giggled, knowing he hated her late shift hours almost as much as she did. She needed that job to keep herself and her kids going. She was still happy that she had it when she needed it. "Do you need to get back to the ranch?" Michaela asked him, changing the subject. She didn't want him to leave, but she also knew that she was taking up his time.

It was the mid-morning on a Wednesday, and Sully had work to do. It was only February, but he had to start making preparations for his Spring cattle show. He paused his work to help her get her clinic finished up so she could reopen the following week.

"I probably should get back," he replied, "but I'd rather sit here with you."

"I'd love to sit with you and kiss you all day long," Michaela told him honestly, but she quickly reminded him of his duties, "But I would rather you get your work done with the kids out of the house."

"Mia's at home right now," Sully reminded her.

"I know that, but your mother is working with her right now," She reminded him.

"That's true," Sully said with a sigh.

"Is something wrong Sully?" Michaela asked, "You've seemed a little sad all day long. Except for when we were kissing."

Sully smiled genuinely, "Kissin' you could never make me sad."

"Tell me what's wrong Sully," Michaela requested, placing a hand on his chest, "Is it Mia? I will do everything I can to help you."

"No," Sully said with a sigh, "She isn't what I expected. Zac was the same age that she is now when Abagail and I got married. He was wild and his manners weren't the best. It took time, but he's gotten much better, especially when it comes to school. Mia just seems depressed, not that I blame her. She actually reminds me more of me when I went to live with Ma and Cloud Dancing, than Zachary."

"She reminds you of you?" Michaela questioned, "How so?"

"She's real quiet. I was quiet when my parents first died," Sully explained.

"Mia's quiet?" Michaela questioned again, thinking that was an odd remark. Mia always talked her ear off when she came over, so it was hard to imagine her as a quiet child.

"Not around you," Sully chuckled. The little girl bubbled over with excitement when Michaela came over, "She loves all of those dresses you brought over, she calls them her princess clothes. She interacts with the kids, but she's withdrawn. For the most part, she stays clear of me."

Michaela eyed him strangely, thinking how unusual it was for a child to want to stay away from him. Sully was so good with kids, and she'd never seen any child actively avoid him. Their children, hers and his, were always happy and excited to be around him. The boys that he coached loved him too.

"She could be shy, she could be afraid…It could be anything," Sully replied to her silent questioning, "I was that way too, especially when I didn't know where I was gonna be livin'. The courts let us stay with Miss Olive at first, but then they said we couldn't live there for good."

"Why couldn't you live with Olive?" she asked.

Sully let out a loud sigh…

-24 years earlier-

"I have good news, boys," The social worker told Sully and his brother, Brecken, "I have found a family for you. Mr. and Mrs. Cloud have agreed to take in both of you."

"So, we won't be separated?" Brecken questioned.

"No," The social worker confirmed to the young teenager.

Brecken let out a sigh of relief. He was thirteen and more accepting of his fate than his ten-year-old baby brother. Sully, who had just been sitting there and staring off into space, turned in his chair and held on to Miss Olive who was sitting in the office with them.

"Who are Mr. and Mrs. Cloud?" Olive asked, tightening her grip on Sully and nearly scoffing aloud. Brecken and Sully had been staying with her since her former employer and his wife passed. Bradford Sully wasn't just her employer; he was a close friend. His wife, Kathleen Sully, was one of her best friends. Olive loved them and she loved their boys. She thought it was ridiculous that the courts ruled against her raising the children just because she would be raising them as a single parent. She was closer to the boys than she was to her blood relations. Moreover, the boys' blood relations didn't know them or care to take them in, making Olive next-of-kin in their books.

Mr. and Mrs. Sully had written out a will for the ranch and how their assets would be distributed. Unfortunately, they never wrote out who would care for their children should they die before the boys were of age. Since the boys had no family members who were willing or able to care for them, the court ruled that they could stay with Olive until an "appropriate" foster family was found.

"Mr. Lawrence Cloud works for the North Cheyenne Cañon Park, and his wife, Mrs. Sharon Cloud works as a Speech Pathologist for the Cheyenne Mountain School District," the social worker informed them, "As far as I understand, Mr. Cloud is from Northern Wyoming. He has close ties with the Cheyenne Indian Reservation in Southern Montana. He takes a trip up North every summer. He visits his home, the reservation, and sometimes he travels to Yellowstone National Park. Doesn't that sound exciting boys?"

"So, staying with me in the town they've always known is inappropriate?" Olive mocked angrily, "But uprooting them and sending them to live with perfect strangers in Wyoming is okay?" Olive knew that wasn't what the social worker meant; she was just angry.

"Mrs. Davis," The social worker tried to explain. She'd been dealing with Olive's frustrations for quite some time now, "The Cloud family lives in town, not far from the ranch. We couldn't find a better placement for the boys if we tried. They will be nearby, together, and they won't even have to switch schools. In fact, their son, Walter, attends Colorado Springs Middle School. Do you know Walter Cloud, Brecken? He's in the seventh grade."

"No, Ma'am," Brecken answered, "It's a big school and I'm in the eighth grade."

"Byron, what grade are you in, Sweetheart?" The social worker asked with a smile on her face. She could tell that young Sully was frightened and was doing her best to engage the boy, "Aren't you excited that you won't have to change schools?"

Sully didn't respond, he stared off into the distance.

"Sully," Brecken complained, trying to get his little brother's attention. He knew Sully was upset, but that wasn't a reason to be rude. Looking around Miss Olive, Sully made eye-contact with him, but still said nothing.

"You call your brother by your last name?" the woman questioned.

"Yeah," the thirteen-year-old answered with a small grin, "A few years ago, he came home from school and said that he has no first name. I think some kids were pickin' on him or somethin'. So, my father jokes and says, 'Are we just gonna call ya Stewart?' He doesn't like his middle name either," Brecken laughed fondly remembering his father's sense of humor, "So then he decides that he doesn't have a middle name either. So, we started callin' him Sully, thinkin' he'd get tired of it, and would wanna go by Byron again."

"Then everyone started callin' him that, and the more we called him Sully, the more it stuck with him," Olive added, continuing to hold the boy tight.

"What grade are you in, Sully?" the social worker questioned again, hoping he'd answer now that she'd addressed him by the right name. Once again, the young boy said nothing.

Brecken sighed and answered for him, "He's in the fifth grade. Sorry about him. He's been real quiet since we lost our parents."

"He never talks?" the woman asked.

"Not to strangers," Olive clarified tersely, "When do we get to meet the family?"

"The arrangement will go into effect next week," replied the social worker.

"I still don't understand why complete strangers are better for these boys than me," Olive complained.

"Mrs. Davis, we've been through this," the other woman sighed, "That was the judge's decision and there is nothing we can do about it."

"Your bedroom will be here," Cloud Dancing said as he showed the two young men and Olive around the house.

"They're sharing a room?" Olive questioned when she saw the bunk beds.

"We have enough space here for both of them to have their own rooms," Cloud Dancing explained, feeling Olive's misplaced frustration. "My wife and I thought it would be good for the small one that doesn't speak…" Cloud Dancing paused to make eye contact with Sully. Then he chuckled when he saw the ten-year-old become shy and bury his face into Olive's torso, "...to be close to his older brother. When he feels more comfortable, then they can have their own rooms."

"That's very considerate," Olive admitted, softening toward Cloud Dancing.

"Of course it is," Snowbird interjected curtly, "We're lovely people."

It was never Snowbird's intention to be rude to Olive. She invited her over on the boy's first day home, because she knew that the boys, especially young Sully, were attached to her. She didn't count on her bad attitude and what Snowbird considered to be a lack of manners.

"Would you guys like to play video games with me?" Walter asked, entering the hallway where all of the adults and his two new brothers were standing.

"What kind of video games?" Brecken asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I just got Donkey Kong 64!" Walter announced proudly.

"You have a Nintendo 64?" Brecken questioned, getting excited, "I've been asking for one. We still play on our Sega and our Super Nintendo."

"Yes," Cloud Dancing said, relieved that they appeared to be making headway with the older child, "Walter loves that contraption."

Walter nodded at Brecken and signaled for him to follow. Brecken quickly followed; he was very eager to play.

Snowbird and Cloud Dancing looked at each other. They both thought simultaneously that the way Brecken and Walter were adapting was a very good sign. The only pressing problem that they could see, currently, was that the younger boy still hadn't let go of Olive.

"What about you?" Snowbird asked Sully, wanting to get his attention, "Wouldn't you like to go and play?"

"He's very shy," Olive snipped.

"I can see that," Snowbird snipped back. Ignoring her and turning her attention back to Sully, she crouched down in front of him, "I heard that you like fried chicken and blueberry pancakes. Guess what we're having for dinner?"

That revelation got Sully's attention and he turned around and made eye-contact with Snowbird for the first time since he'd arrived at her house.

"I think we have his attention," Cloud Dancing said with a chuckle.

"We get to have pancakes for dinner?" Sully asked, his shyness and sadness couldn't hide his excitement.

"Not every night," Snowbird informed him, "but we will this night."

"He's very particular about his pancakes," Olive remarked.

"I'm sure he is," Snowbird huffed at Olive. She was getting tired of Olive trying to do everything possible to make the boys not want to stay with them. Walter had already broken the ice with Brecken, and she was determined to be the one to break the ice with Sully, "Why don't you give my pancakes a try?" She smiled warmly at him and held out her hand.

Accepting that she was a nice lady, Sully decided that it was safe to give Snowbird a chance, and he timidly took her hand.

"Right this way," Snowbird sang, very pleased to have broken the ice. She held his hand and started walking toward the kitchen.

As they walked, Sully saw a very large creature that looked like a wolf, staring at him. It was outside and looking in the house through the sliding glass door.

"You have a wolf in your backyard!" Sully warned, his eyes large.

"No," Snowbird laughed, "That's our dog, Misty. She just looks like a wolf. She's very friendly, loves children, and you can meet her after you've tried my pancakes."

"Okay!" Sully said, he was very excited now. They'd had dogs at the ranch before, but never one that looked like that huge wolf-like monster outside. He couldn't wait to meet her. It would be like having his very own wolf that didn't bite, "How come she's so... big?"

"She's always been a big girl, but she's bigger than usual because she's carrying a litter of puppies," Snowbird explained with a laugh.

"You're gonna have puppies here too?" Sully practically sang.

"Soon!" Snowbird answered, loving how sweet the child was.

Olive watched Sully interacting with Snowbird with a very disappointed look on her face. Then she looked at Brecken who was clearly having a good time with Walter. She knew she should be happy, but she couldn't help but feel broken-hearted.

"My wife and I are not going to do anything to hurt these children," Cloud Dancing whispered to Olive, noticing how her face had fallen, "Your love for the boys is clear. We won't try to get in the way of that. We do not wish to banish you from their lives, and we know how close you were to their birth parents. All we want is respect in return."

"You don't wanna push me out?" Olive inquired, not expecting him to say that.

"There is no sense in that," Cloud Dancing remarked.

"Thank you," Olive said, feeling like she could breathe for the first time since she'd heard the judge's decision.

-Present Day-

"I don't think the judge's decision was fair to Miss Olive, but I do think it worked out for the best," Sully confessed, "I honestly couldn't have asked for better foster parents. Cloud Dancing taught me so much. Ma took care of me; she got me out of the depression that I'd fallen into. As time went on, Ma and Olive even became friends."

"It certainly did work out for the best. Snowbird loves you and the children. Olive loves you too. I can see that, and I can see that Mia being with you and Zachary is for the best too. Her depression and anxiety will dissipate over time, just like yours did," Michaela said, softly placing a hand on his chest. She could feel his pectoral muscles and warmth through his cotton shirt, but didn't let that distract her, "A sense of normalcy will help with that, I think."

"I think if I can get her enrolled in a school, it will help out a lot," Sully responded, covering her small hand with his.

Sully tried to enroll Mia in school at the Evangelical Christian Academy as soon as he was named as her legal guardian. Given her previous school records and reports from her most recent kindergarten teacher, the headmaster at the academy insisted that Mia took a kindergarten readiness test before being enrolled, and her scores were very low. The headmaster explained that due to her poor performance on the test combined with her poor academic progress at her previous school, they could not accept her into their kindergarten program. Since Sully already had a child attending their school, the headmaster offered a compromise. He said that he'd be willing to allow Mia into their transitional-kindergarten class, despite her being a six-year-old, citing that the TK teachers could remediate some of her missing skills.

Sully, Michaela and also Snowbird did not like the sound of that one bit. If Sully allowed her to be placed in a TK class, then eventually, she would start first grade the same year that her peer group started third grade. Since she had a late birthday, in November, being one grade level behind was reasonable, but not two grade levels behind. Sully asked his mother, who had a history of working in the school system and was licensed to test children to determine the most reasonable classroom placement for them, to test Mia.

"When Snowbird is done evaluating her, you can make a more informed choice about school," Michaela said, attempting to soothe his nerves, "You can't worry about it until you know what the problem is."

"Yeah," Sully said with a sigh, but wanting to be completely truthful with her, he confessed something else, "Mia is not what I'm worried about right now. It's a hurdle, but it's not the reason why I don't feel like goin' back to work right now."

"Then what is it?" Michaela inquired.

Colleen was sitting by herself while the other children were playing during recess. She sat quietly on one of the benches as she read Little House in the Big Woods. It was a thick book for a first-grade student. It was actually required reading for fourth grade students, but Colleen's teacher, Mrs. Blythe gave it to Colleen to read, believing that she could handle the material and that she would enjoy the book.

Of the three children that were enrolled in the Christian Academy, Colleen caught up the fastest. Matthew did catch up to the same pace as his classmates, but not as fast as his younger sister. Zachary, being the only one who'd never been in a private school setting previously, was still behind, but the more he adjusted to the rigor and workload, the better he performed. However, as hard as the boys worked, Colleen was just different than they were. Not only was she caught up, but she was also excelling past her classmates in the first grade. She was always the first to raise her hand in class and offer answers. She read the fastest and did well on her exams. She was doing very well; the only problem was that she wasn't making friends as easily at this school as she did in her previous two schools. She had friends at her dance class, so she didn't feel like a social outsider, but she had yet to associate with the children at her school just for fun.

"Hey teacher's pet!" an older boy said.

Colleen ignored him. She actually didn't even realize that he was talking to her as she was swept away in the world of Laura Ingalls Wilder.

"Didn't you hear me, Bookworm?" the boy taunted, getting frustrated at Colleen's indifference to him. When Colleen didn't answer him a second time, he took the book right out of her hands.

"Hey!" Colleen shouted, "That's mine."

"Come and get it, Bookworm!" the boy mocked, attempting to provoke her.

Colleen reached up and tried to get her book, but the much taller boy held it way over her head.

Then a little boy who was in Colleen's class walked up to them and started chanting, "Bookworm! Bookworm! Bookworm!"

"Give me my book!" Colleen demanded as she jumped for the book that the older boy was holding far above her reach.

"HEY!" Zachary yelled, getting the attention of all three children. Zachary focused in on the oldest boy, who looked like he was in the fourth grade at least, "Don't you have anything better to do than bully a first grader? WIMP!"

"She's a bookworm and a teacher's pet!" The first-grade student, who was in Colleen's class said, attempting to justify his and the older boy's actions.

"Go play before you get hurt!" Zachary yelled and stomped his foot and watched the younger boy take off running. Zachary started laughing, "I have the perfect names for you two. Wimp and Shrimp! Now give her the book back!"

"Make me!" The boy challenged.

Accepting the challenge, Zachary marched up to the bully and slugged him in the stomach, causing the other child to keel over and Zachary retrieved the book.

"Here's your book, Colleen," Zachary said sweetly, handing it to her.

"You hit him," Colleen pointed out, a little stunned.

"Nobody's gonna pick-on you," Zachary explained as if he was defending his little sister, "Who was that shrimp? He looked like he was about your age."

"His name is Benjamin Avery," Colleen said mournfully, "He's mean to me all the time and I don't know why."

"He ain't gonna be mean to ya anymore," Zachary replied. Since his break and Colleen's recess were at the same time, he would make sure that no one picked-on her, "Who was that wimp?"

"I don't know him," Colleen said honestly.

"My name is Jared McAllister!" The bully shouted, after having caught his breath, "and I'm gonna kick your butt!"

"I'd like to see you try!" Zachary answered with a smirk.

"Repeat after me," Snowbird said, "Up, down."

"Up, down," Mia parroted.

"Ball, cow, hat," Snowbird said.

"Ball, cow, hat," Mia parroted with next to no enthusiasm in her voice.

Snowbird looked at her and smiled, "You're doing a great job, Mia. This test is meant to tell me about your listening comprehension and your receptive language skills," When Mia looked at her blankly, Snowbird added, "It's meant to tell me if you understand what you hear. Would you like to take a break?"

"Yes," Mia said, getting excited. Snowbird had been testing her for the last hour and she was getting tired.

"Okay, we can break for a few minutes, but we have to finish this test today," Snowbird explained. Not wanting Mia to get too mentally exhausted, she decided that she would stop testing for the day after the listening comprehension test was complete.

"Miss Snowbird," Mia said.

"Yes," Snowbird replied.

"Sully told me that you are his mommy," Mia revealed.

"Sully said the word, mommy?" Snowbird questioned with a smile on her face.

"He said mother," Mia corrected herself.

"That sounds more like it," Snowbird laughed, "To answer your question, yes, I'm his mommy."

"And you're a teacher?" the little girl asked. The only people she knew that gave tests were teachers, so she just assumed that was Snowbird's job.

"Sort of," Snowbird told her, "I'm a licensed speech pathologist. I help students with their language skills. Several years ago, when I was working in the school system, I went back to school and became a licensed psychometrist. So not only can I help students with language and test them to see if they have a language disability, I can also test them to see if they have other learning disabilities."

"You do all that?" Mia asked with wide eyes. She didn't understand what Snowbird said, exactly, but the words she used sounded big and important, "The only thing that my mommy knew how to do was serve drinks."

"Um," Snowbird didn't know what to say to that, but thankfully Mia kept asking questions.

"Dr. Mike said she went to school for a long time to get her licenses," Mia said, "Did you go to school as long as Dr. Mike."

"Not quite that long," Snowbird informed her with a smile. After talking to Mia, she had a hunch that all this testing was probably not necessary. She would finish her evaluation and calculate the results just in case there was something that she was missing, and because she promised her son that she would. She was also curious to find out what Mia's exact IQ was. Snowbird had tested hundreds of children during her career, and she could tell that there was nothing wrong with Mia intellectually. As far as Snowbird could tell, Mia's problem was that she hadn't learned any skills and she'd never had anyone in her life to keep her disciplined. Snowbird was now determined to change that.

"Tell me, Sully," Michaela requested to know a second time, "What are you so worried about?"

"I can't take you out on Valentine's Day," Sully said. It was a true statement and something he didn't like, but he still hadn't quite confessed what he was truly worried about.

"Why not?" she inquired, feeling that him telling her that was him deflecting away from the real issue. She wasn't giving up on finding out the real reason that he was upset, but she also did want to know why he couldn't take her out on Valentine's Day.

"No one that I trust is available to baby sit," Sully informed her, "Olive is goin' out, Grace and Robert E. are goin' out, Dorothy is still healin' up, Loren said he can't, and then there is Ma..."

Laughing a little at the way he said "Ma" she replied by asking, "What did your mother do?"

"She's seein' someone new," Sully said.

"Good for her!" Michaela cheered happily for Snowbird until she saw the scowl on Sully's face, "Come on, Sully. You are too old to be upset about your mother dating someone new."

"It's not that she's datin' someone new," Sully clarified, "It's that she won't tell me who it is."

"Maybe she's not ready to tell you yet," Michaela justified.

"And maybe she's datin' a serial killer," Sully returned, "How am I supposed to save her if I don't know who the killer is?"

Michaela couldn't help but laugh.

"This is not a laughin' matter," Sully sulked.

"I'm sorry," Michaela continued to laugh. Unbeknownst to him her mind had drifted to her dreams of the future. She had a visual of Sully slamming the door each time a boy came to see about one of their daughters. "It's just that if this is how you act when it's your mother dating, then your girls' boyfriends don't have a chance."

"I'm gonna become that dad, you best believe it!" he vowed.

"Are you ready to tell me what is really bothering you now?" Michaela asked sweetly.

"Yeah," Sully answered with a sigh, feeling that he'd avoided opening up to her long enough, "I was doin' my books today. I used to have fluctuations. Sometimes business goes up, and sometimes it's down. I had a major upswing in the Fall, and I made a lot of money, but now it's goin' down."

"Since you are used to fluctuations, isn't that normal?" Michaela responded, not quite understanding the problem.

"The problem is that for the past five years, the general trend has been down. Yes, I've made money and I've had a few spikes, but if I put it on a graph it would look like this," Sully informed her, and used his hands to airdraw a diagonal line pointing downward.

"What are you going to do?" Michaela asked, as she adjusted herself on his lap.

"I have a decision to make," Sully said, "The land is what has value. I'm rentin' out half of my grazin' land to a rancher from Montana right now and that has made me quite a bit of money. Lookin' over my books, I've rented out my land three times in the past five years and that is what has made me the majority of my money."

"Why can't you rent it out more often?" Michaela questioned.

"I don't like rentin' it out," Sully explained, "I don't like doin' that because I don't know how other rancher's keep their cattle. If one cow, just one, steps onto my land with somethin' contagious they can infect and kill my whole herd."

"What is the ultimate decision that you must make?" she asked. She still didn't understand the exact problem.

"Do I sell my herd and just rent my land out full time? Or do I keep my herd and take a risk of rentin' out land more often than I do now?" Sully informed her, "I don't like either option, but I gotta eat. I gotta feed my kids. If I'm gonna pay for fancy schools, baseball gear, and dance lessons, then I'm gonna have to make a big change to my business."

Michaela kissed his cheek, liking that he was confiding in her about this, "It will be a change, that's certain. Sometimes one has to make changes just to survive."

"I know that, but that's not what my father did," Sully explained further, "He just rode it out and he never rented out the land. I can't see myself survivin' like that."

"The world is different now," she responded and then caressed the side of his face in an attempt to comfort him, "I think you should trust your instincts, and your instincts are telling you that you are going to have to change and adjust."

Michaela wanted to try to comfort him more thoroughly but was stopped short when Sully's cell phone went off. Michaela quickly got up and off of his lap so he could then get up and retrieve his phone that he'd left on her filing cabinet.

"It's the school," Sully informed her, "Please don't tell me that they lost my kid again. Hello?"

Michaela watched him as he listened to the phone call, and then became a little concerned when she saw him roll his eyes.

"Alright, I'll be right there," Sully responded and then hung up his phone. Letting out a sigh, he told Michaela, "Zachary was in a fight–"

Sully was soon cut-off by the sound of Michaela's phone ringing.

"Matthew," Michaela sighed when she saw the school was now calling her, "Hello? Speaking."

Sully watched as Michaela's eyes grew very big.

"Colleen?" she shrieked in shock and question.

To be continued. Please review =)

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Sorry I took so long to update. I'm never going to give the story up even if I don't update right away.