Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman. I wish I did, but I don't! They belong to Beth Sullivan and CBS. I guess Hallmark or A&E too, though they COULD re-run them once in a while. Ok, back to the story.
Chapter 1: Waking Up
He woke to the sound of laughter coming from the nursery. Blinking and rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the sunlight, Sully sat up in bed and threw the covers off. He found glanced at the clock. 9:00. He loved Saturdays, because neither he nor Michaela worked, and they had time to stay at home and spend time together as a family. Because Michaela ran her own private practice a few blocks away, it was much easier on them than when she was doing rounds at the hospital twelve hours a day.
He got up and pulled on his usual Saturday morning attire, a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He crept barefoot out of the bedroom and peeked into the nursery, where Michaela sat in the rocking chair next to the crib, holding the baby in the air, bringing her down to kiss her cheek and then holding her back up, causing the baby to laugh happily. He smiled, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms, feeling so at peace watching his two favorite girls together.
Michaela laughed, as her daughter's face grew red with laughter, and she finally settled her down on her lap.
"You're a happy girl this morning, aren't you?" she asked, brushing her fingers through her long, auburn hair. "Why don't we go wake Daddy up with a big kiss?"
"Too late," Sully said from the doorway, grinning.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Sully. Did we wake you up?" Sully crossed the room and knelt down next to the rocking chair, placing his hand on Michaela's knee.
"Yeah, but that's alright. I'd rather wake up to the sound of you two laughin' anyday instead of that alarm clock." Michaela grinned and leaned down so she could kiss him. Morning breath aside, good-morning kisses were always the best.
"Mornin'," he replied with a wink. "How's my girl this mornin'?" He reached out for his daughter.
"Say, I had a bottle and a clean diaper, and now I'm happy as a clam," Michaela said for her daughter, passing the baby to her father. "Right, Miss Katie?" Sully walked over to the window with the baby, and Michaela got up, stretching out. "I'm going to get a shower."
"Alright. We'll just hang out right here, won't we, Kates?" Michaela smiled, turning to leave the room. When she reached the door, she turned again to watch her husband and daughter together. He held her up, just as she'd done, and he placed kisses on her nose. Michaela's heart warmed. She'd never thought she could have it all, but in this moment, she couldn't have asked for more.
He knew his wife's routine like the back of his own hand. She brushed her teeth first, then she brushed out her long hair. By the time she turned on the water to shower, little Katie had fallen back to sleep in her father's arms. When Sully heard the water sprinkling down in the master bathroom, he got a wicked idea.
With a smile, he placed Katie back into her crib ever-so-gently as not to wake her. Then he tiptoed out of the room and down the hall to the bedroom. Michaela had left the bathroom door open, so he quickly undressed, tossed his clothes clumsily onto the bed and snuck into the bathroom.
He could see her naked form through the blurry glass, and he slowly reached for the door, opening it up. She was washing her face, leaning into the stream of water, so he easily snuck up behind her in the large shower. It was when his hands moved to her shoulders that she jumped and spun around into his arms.
"Sully!" she exclaimed.
"Shh," he whispered, placing his finger to his lips. "Katie went back to sleep, so I thought…" Michaela knew the look in his eyes all too well, and she grinned a little, her heart rate starting to slow after the scare.
"Are you sure you put her to sleep, or is she lying in there screaming at the top of her lungs because Daddy wanted some alone time with Mommy?"
"Oh, scout's honor. She's sleepin'." Sully grinned, pulling his wife's body against his. She giggled, as his lips found her collarbone, and he began to move his way up to her neck.
"Mmm," she moaned, her knees turning to jelly. "I love you so much."
"Me too," Sully whispered, capturing her lips with his. "I love you more than anything."
"Good," she giggled, as he pressed her back against the wall and began his slow descent down her body, kissing her, worshiping her, memorizing every little thing about the most perfect body he'd ever seen.
They lay in each other's arms, still damp from the shower. They were tucked under the covers, completely oblivious to the rest of the world, except to the soft sounds of Katie's breathing that they picked up through the monitor.
"That was certainly a nice wake up call," Michaela grinned.
"Well, it wasn't really. You were already awake. Guess I'll have to try harder tomorrow." Michaela smiled, as he strengthened his hold on her. He nuzzled his face in her hair, taking in the scent, reveling in the feel of her silky locks against his skin.
"Do we have to get out of bed today?" he asked. "I mean, we could just…you know…"
"Sully!" she giggled, swatting him under the covers. "We can't stay here forever. We do have a child to take care of."
"Well, yeah, but…we could get a babysitter." Michaela rolled her eyes.
"A babysitter just so we can stay in bed. Yeah, great idea, honey." She poked him, but he held her tighter in his arms.
"Oh, come on," he played, "you're sure you don't want to?" He kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear, and she almost cried out for him to do whatever he wanted, but she came to her senses, pulling herself out of his arms.
"Hey, stop that," she said, her face flushed. She didn't really want him to stop, but if they were going to do anything today, she had to get out of bed now, before she melted in his arms again. "We have to do something productive today, Sully. Why don't we…"
"We can do somethin' productive right here." He patted the warm spot on the bed where she'd just been laying.
"Oh no," she laughed, shaking her head.
"C'mon," he grinned. "Ya said yourself ya wanted to try for another one right away."
"Well, yes, but…Sully! No! Sully!" she shrieked, as he got out of bed and started to pursue her. He had that look in his eyes, and she, grinning just as wickedly, turned and rushed out of the room, her hair flying behind her as she rushed down the stairs. He was right behind her in full pursuit.
She dodged into the kitchen, and it was then that she was cornered. It was either face her husband or risk the neighbors across the field getting a show. She turned, her back to the fridge, and she panted heavily, as Sully came into the room.
"Don't you dare," she laughed, failing miserably at trying to sound serious. She picked up a rubber spatula and held it out. "I want to warn you, Sully. I know how to use this thing." Sully raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah? Then how come we're orderin' take out from Grace's every night?"
"Oh you!" Michaela exclaimed, chucking the spatula at him a little too vigorously. It hit him right in the face, and he cried out, as she covered her mouth with shock. "Oh my God! Sully! I'm so sorry!"
"It's alright," he grimaced, as Michaela rushed over to him.
"Let me see."
"No, it's alright."
"Sully, let me see!" she urged, taking his had away from his eye. He had a small red mark just under his eye, but it was nothing serious.
"Will I live?" he asked, teasingly.
"Oh, I think so," she replied. "I should kiss it and make it better, just to be sure." She stood on her tiptoes and softly pressed her lips against the small spot. She softly blew on it and smiled as she backed away. "I'm sorry."
"Well, maybe…maybe one more kiss, and I could forgive ya." Michaela smiled and kissed him softly, her lips against his, as she snaked her arms around his neck.
"Mmm," she moaned against his lips. He pulled back a little.
"Hey, I thought you were supposed to be makin' me feel better."
"Oh, I forgot," she teased. "I am the doctor, after all."
"Yep," he replied. He kissed her forehead and sighed, realizing how cool it felt in the kitchen. "Alright. Alright. I'll go finish getting ready." She smiled triumphantly.
"I was thinking we could take Katie to the park today. I know she's still too little to play, but it would be a nice day for a walk." Sully nodded.
"Alright," he replied with a smile. "You're gonna get her ready?"
"Just as soon as she wakes from her nap. I think I'll call Grace and…"
"Order breakfast?" he teased.
"No!" she balked. "Well, actually, I could go for one of her omelets." She rolled her eyes at him. "No, I just want to talk to her."
"Ya might wanna get dressed first. Might get a little chilly sittin' in here like that." Michaela looked down and blushed a little before hurrying up the stairs in front of her husband. Sully smiled after her, loving how certain things still embarrassed her a little. But she was so much more open about her body with him now, and each day, she seemed to make him feel like the luckiest man on Earth.
"Hi Dr. Mike," Grace said cheerfully on the other line.
"Are you busy, Grace?"
"No. No, Robert E.'s helpin' me out by cleanin' downstairs in the café. He said, and I quote 'just relax. Put your feet up. Let me help you out. You just take it easy for once.' So that's what I'm doin'!" Grace laughed, and Michaela smiled.
"Husbands," she grinned.
"Are you and Sully comin' in today?"
"Umm, we might stop by," she replied. "We got a late start this morning." Grace could practically hear Michaela blushing.
"Uh-huh," Grace smirked.
"Yes!" Michaela replied. "We, uh, we got a late start, because, um, Katie didn't sleep well, and…"
"Oh fine. Blame your poor, innocent baby…" Michaela sighed.
"Is it that obvious?"
"Dr. Mike, I've been married long enough to know how happy I am after…"
"I'm just sayin'…you sound happy, Dr. Mike. I'm happy for ya. I know things have been kinda crazy over there since the baby came home from the hospital. It's just good to know that not all couples get stressed out to the point of fighting after a baby comes into the picture."
"Well, I threw a spatula at him this morning. Does that count?"
"What?" Grace asked, nearly choking on her coffee. "Have you lost your mind, Dr. Mike."
"No," she laughed. "No, he was, uh, chasing me through the house this morning…"
"Ohhhh…chasing you, huh?"
"He wanted to work on having another baby."
"And you don't want to?"
"Of course I do! I just thought we should do something productive today, since it's Saturday. And he suggested…well, something productive, I guess." Graces laughed.
"Oh, you newlyweds. So why'd you throw a spatula at him."
"Because he mentioned how I can't cook. I didn't meant to hit him." She laughed a little. "He's fine."
"Good," Grace grinned. "But you know, I'm never going to walk into your kitchen again without thinking of…well, whatever it was you two were doing in there."
"What? Oh, come on, Dr. Mike. You're happy, and I'm happy for you. I'm just joking with you." She smiled. Michaela sighed softly. "So everything's going alright?"
"Yes," Michaela replied. "Grace, I can't remember ever being so happy. I have my practice, and I have my family. I'm probably one of the luckiest doctors. Sure, I'm on call a lot, but I'm always home by five o'clock, and I get the weekends off. And I have my little girl." She shook her head. "And Sully and I definitely want to give her a brother or a sister. We're still getting used to having her though."
"When Anthony was born, me and Robert E. were just about at each other's throats every night. It was a lot of stress, but Anthony had colic real bad. But we worked things out, and we're happy now. You're lucky your baby came out pretty well-behaved."
"Don't say that too loudly. She might hear you and think she's being too easy on us," Michaela smiled. Grace giggled.
"Oh, speakin' of babies. I hear Anthony wakin' up. I have to let you go for now."
"Alright. We'll probably stop by to see you later, Grace."
"I look forward to it. Bye."
"Goodbye!" Michaela hung up and sunk back onto the bed, sprawled out in the covers wearing a flowing sundress that she'd picked out before Katie was born. It was her goal dress, the dress she wanted to be able to fit into after having a baby. Just last week she'd discovered that she could wear it, and since the cool weather was coming in soon, she knew this was one of her last chances to wear it.
Sully came walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush in his mouth. Michaela watched him finishing drying off and pull on his boxers and his pants. He tightened the belt, and she shivered, remembering the multiple times she'd pulled that belt from the loops. She swallowed hard, trying to get the memory out of her head, because in a few moments, she knew she'd be ready to call him back to bed. He knew she was watching, so he winked at her in the mirror, causing her to blush. She got up out of bed, and she moved across the room to him.
"Katie's all ready to go. She's waiting in the stroller. She's still sleeping."
"I'll be ready in just a minute." His words were garbled due to the toothbrush, so he made his way back to the bathroom. She heard the water run, him slurping it up, swishing, and then gargling. Then he spat it out, wiped off his mouth, and came back into the bedroom with a minty-fresh breath. He kissed her softly, and she kissed him back.
"Ooh, mint. My favorite." She kissed him again, and she stepped back, wondering how long it would take him to notice the dress. Not missing a beat, Sully glanced his wife over.
"You look beautiful. New dress?"
"Yes," she replied, her eyes lighting up. "I bought it when I was pregnant. I wanted to surprise you…"
"It fits real nice," he said, placing his hands on either side of her waist. "Real nice."
"I'm glad you approve!" Her eyes twinkled. "Do you know what this means?"
"Well," she said quietly, her voice trailing off.
"Well, you know how we talked about having another baby right away?"
"Well, I made myself a promise. If I could lose all the weight I gained during the pregnancy, I'd be ready to have another baby."
"I've thought about it for a few days, and I'm definitely ready. I know…I know Katie's still very young, but Sully, this feels very right. If I were to get pregnant now, I think it would be…right." Sully nodded, smiling.
"So you're sure? So we're…officially tryin'?"
"We're trying," she grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him lovingly. He pulled her closer, moaning softly against her lips as she opened up for him. In that moment, it was bliss, and both of them were sure this happiness would last forever.
Author's Note: I'm finishing the story up right now, so don't worry about this one not getting finished. It'll be finished today. ;)