Chapter 4

"Well? Why all the suspense? What are we supposed to call these little angels?" Grace asked, as she dropped off a basket full of food for the Sully family. Michaela giggled, as she cradled both babies in her arms. She was feeling much better just a few days after giving birth. She'd had no further complications, and she seemed to be healing well, but Andrew had strict orders for her to remain in bed for a while longer to ensure a full recovery. She was also to take much more time off of work, which saddened her, but at the same time, she was thrilled to be able to spend a little more time with her children, knowing and trusting completely that Andrew and Colleen could take care of things for a few weeks. Michaela and Sully's newest daughter seemed to be doing well too. No complications had arisen, so far, from the baby's lack of oxygen at birth.

"Well, it took us a few days," Sully pointed out, "but I think we found the right names."

"Well? What are they?" Brian asked.

"Yeah! We're dyin' here!" Katie piped in. "What're their names?" Sully and Michaela looked at one another.

"Well, I guess we should tell them," Michaela said softly, kissing the tops of her babies heads. Both little ones had only a little bit of the softest brown hair.

"You tell 'em," Sully urged with a proud smile.

"Everyone, I'd like to officially introduce you to Lucille Charlotte Sully and Simon Josef Sully." She smiled. "Lucy and Simon." Everyone erupted into exciting chatter.

"After Uncle Daniel?" Katie asked.

"Yep," Sully replied. "After your grandpa and after my best friend."

"I like it," Brian pointed out. "Who's Lucy named after…besides ma?"

"Well, Charlotte, after your mother, yes," Michaela pointed out, "and Lucy…well, that's just a name I've always liked." Michaela smiled.

"Beautiful names, Dr. Mike," Graces said, her eyes welling with tears. Michaela smiled at her friend, a hint of sadness in her eyes. She knew how hard this was for Graces, who had come so close to motherhood but had ended up with only heartache.

"Thank you," Michaela said softly. "Sully and I do hope you and Robert E. will consider being their godparents as well…"

"We wouldn't want it any other way, Dr. Mike." Grace smiled, and she took little Lucy into her arms, while Michaela passed off Simon to Sully.

"Let's all give your ma some time to rest, alright?" Sully asked. Within a few minutes, Graces followed the children, and Michaela and Sully were left with their babies, while Colleen folded sheets in the corner. With a sigh, Michaela rested her head against the pillow.

"How ya feelin'?"

"Wonderful," she said softly, "though I can't wait until I can get out of bed and walk around."

"I'm sure you'll be able to in a few days, Ma. Andrew just wants to make sure everything's healing properly," Colleen assured her. Michaela looked over at her daughter.

"You've been very quiet, Colleen. Is everything alright?" Colleen swallowed hard and turned away to put the blankets in the wardrobe cabinet.

"I'm fine, Ma," Colleen assured her mother. "Just tired."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Colleen replied, unconvincingly. Michaela glanced at Sully, and he knew without needing to hear a word that he should leave and give the women some time to talk. So, he put the babies in their bassinet, and he left quietly. Colleen sensed her mother's eyes on her, so she turned from her task to look her in the eye.

"Come here, Colleen." Colleen made her way over to sit at Michaela's bedside. "What's going on?"

"It's nothing, Ma. I promise…"

"Colleen, I've been your mother long enough to know when something's bothering you. Is it something you need to work out with Andrew?"

"No. No, everything's fine with Andrew."

"Then what is it?" Michaela adjusted herself comfortably in the bed. "You can tell me anything. You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah," Colleen replied, her shoulders slumping. "It's just…when you were on that table, I…I froze. I stopped being a doctor, and I was a daughter. I just…well, why, Ma? I mean, you've worked on me, on Brian, and Matthew. You don't freeze. Why did I freeze?"

"You came through it, Colleen. You took care of your brother and sister, and…"

"But I couldn't help you. If I can't even help my own mother when she needs me the most, what kind of a doctor am I?" Michaela reached out and touched her daughter's hand.

"You are a good doctor, Colleen. You're establishing a name for yourself back in Boston. That has to say something. When Brian was staying with you and Andrew, he had nothing but positive things to report about your flourishing practice in his letters." Brian had moved back home just a few months ago, wanting to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life for a while. Colleen shook her head.

"I'm never going to be anything like you, Ma. You're a wife, a mother, and a doctor. I can barely juggle being a wife and a doctor. What am I going to do when I have children?"

"You'll manage, Colleen. You'll adjust. Things are never the same when a child enters the picture. But you'll be amazed at how flexible you'll become when it's time for you to once again balance your time so that you're able to do everything you want to do."

"It's overwhelming to think about."

"Of course it is. And it's overwhelming to experience…at first. But things will fall into place, I promise. Things happen for a reason, and you just have to keep that in mind when everything seems to be getting out of hand."

"I know, Ma. But I froze, and…"

"And it's natural when someone you love is on the table, but…"

"But you don't freeze, Ma."

"Oh, I do, Colleen. When Brian fell from that tree when he was a little boy, I froze so many times, worried that I couldn't do what I had to do to heal him. When Matthew was trapped in the mine, I froze, because my son was lying there, and there was a very real possibility that he could have died. I had to shut myself off as his mother for a few minutes to make the decision I had to make. When you had frostbite, I doubted myself. I didn't know if I was going to be able to save your hands. But I saved them, and I think they healed, because you were meant to be a doctor, Colleen." Colleen wiped a tear from her eye."

"I'm just afraid it'll happen again. What if it does, Ma?"

"If it does, you just have to tell yourself that you are a good doctor. You can do whatever it is you have to do." She smiled at her daughter, "You'll see."

"Thanks Ma," Colleen said quietly. "I hope you're right."


Sully smiled, as he stared across the room at his wife from his cot that night. She hadn't fallen asleep yet, and she noticed him watching her.

"What?" she asked with a curious grin.

"Nothin'."

"What?" she insisted. "Tell me."

"Nothin'. Just…thinkin' about how beautiful you look."

"Oh, now I know you're lying," she giggled. "I'm sure I look terrible."

"Not to me." Michaela rolled her eyes, as Sully got up and crossed the room. "Ya know, Michaela, I've been thinkin' about the arrangement at the house."

"Arrangement?"

"Sleepin' arrangement. Brian's in Colleen's old room until he decides he wants to go back to Boston. Katie's in Brian's old room. The babies'll be in Katie's old room when they're old enough."

"Right…" Michaela said slowly. "And?"

"Well, I was just thinkin' that when the kids get older, they might be kinda cramped up like that. I was thinkin' about addin' on to the house."

"Sully, what?" Michaela asked, wide-eyed. "Adding on? Can we afford that? With the hospital being built, and…"

"Your ma made sure that was all taken care of. I know you might wanna add some extra things, but that won't be for a long while. At least another year or two. I just wanna add on to give us more space. Maybe expand the livin' room a little. You know, we're gonna have grandkids someday. I know you always talk 'bout havin' the whole family together. If we keep expandin' as a family, we're gonna need a lot more room." Michaela smiled a little.

"I suppose that's true."

"What do ya say?"

"Hmm," Michaela said thoughtfully. "I say…it's a wonderful idea." She smiled, and Sully leaned in to kiss her.

"Things are just startin' Michaela. They're only gonna keep getting better from here on."

"Promise?"

"Yep. I promise."