Two Weeks Later
“Hello, Stanley residence. Morning, Gage. You need help with what ?” asked Hank. “Uh, no, I don't have anything special planned. Sure, I'll be there in about an hour.” The Captain hung up the phone and turned to his wife. “You're not going to believe this, Lou. One of John's horses knocked down part of his corral fence and he wants me to help him fix it.”
Louisa smiled. **”Good idea, Johnny. I owe you one,”** she thought to herself. “What's so strange about that, Hank?” she asked her husband. “He helped you repair our fence. So return the favor.”
The Captain grinned. “You trying to get rid of me or something, Mrs. Stanley?” he teased lightly.
“Not at all, sweetheart. What makes you think that?”
Hank eyed her suspiciously for a minute, then shrugged. “Nothing, I guess.” He looked down at his pajamas and slippers. “I suppose I should go change my clothes if I'm going over there. Why don't you pack up the kids and come with me?” he asked hopefully.
Louisa shook her head. “I can't, too much laundry. Tough luck, hose jockey. You're on your own this time.”
Stanley laughed. “Great, now I'll have to deal with Gage by myself.” He turned and went upstairs. He returned a few minutes later, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. “See you later, honey. love you,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.
“You too, Hank. Behave yourself.”
As soon as Hank was gone, Louisa picked up the phone to call Mike. When the engineer picked up, she said, “Coast is clear, Mikey. Assemble the troops.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Three hours later, the Stanley home was decorated for Hank's surprise birthday party. Louisa was in the kitchen, putting the final touches on the cake, while Hayley Jorgensen entertained the children. The young mother smiled as the sound of childish laughter drifted from the backyard.
Mike and Chet came inside, wiping sweat from their foreheads. “The picnic tables are all set up, Lou,” informed Stoker, opening the refrigerator in search of a cold drink. He leaned over his sister's shoulder and stuck his finger into the bowl of icing. “Mmm, butter cream; my favorite.”
“Does Cap have any idea what's going on?” asked Chet, plopping into a chair.
“Not a clue. Johnny called this morning, as instructed. As far as Hank knows, this is just an ordinary day,” grinned Louisa.
Marco and Maria walked into the house, carrying heavy-laden deli trays. “Where do you want these, Lou?”
“Downstairs, Marco.” She opened the window and called out, “Kids! Grandma and Uncle Marco are here!”
Emma, Matthew, and Hannah ran towards the house, Hayley following closely behind. She smiled politely at Maria. “You must be Mrs. Lopez. I'm Hayley Jorgensen.”
“It's a pleasure to finally meet you,” smiled the Latina woman. “My son has mentioned you several times. How do you like working at Station 51?”
Jorgensen chuckled. It's never dull, that's for sure. Chet here makes sure of that.”
“Just doing my part to make you feel welcome,” grinned the Irishman, as Hannah climbed into his lap. “Hi there, Peaches,” he said, hugging the two-year-old.
“Hi, Unca Chet,” lisped Hannah, snuggling up to her favorite ‘uncle'. “Where Henry?”
“He's back at the Station, sweetie. Why don't we go out and look at the chickens for a while?” said the Irishman, raising an eyebrow at Louisa, requesting her permission.
“All right, but don't get too close to the rooster,” she replied. “He likes to peck for some reason. He keeps it up, and the only thing he'll be pecking is the inside of the stew pot.”
“Is there anything I can do to help, Louisa?” Hayley asked. The two women had gotten to know each other well enough to use first names.
Louisa looked up at the clock. “Not right now, “ she answered. “I told Johnny and Roy to keep Hank busy until at least one o'clock , so we've got time to relax. Why don't we go and sit on the deck? I want to hear about your little run-in with Tom Wheeler. When Hank told me what he said to you, I was ready to rip his head off! Of all the nerve , saying that a woman couldn't handle the job. What a creep!”
Hayley grinned. “Don't worry too much,” she giggled. “He changed his tune pretty quick when I carried that woman out of the building without any help.”
“It still ticks me off,” grumbled Louisa. “That man is a first-class jerk. Last time Hank and I invited him over, he practically told me that a woman's place is in the kitchen, not the barn. I came this close to decking him,” she said, holding up her hand, her thumb and index finger a fraction of an inch apart.
“Hey! Where is everybody?” shouted a gruff voice. Seconds later, Alberto Delvecchio came around the corner of the house.
“About time you got here, old man,” teased Louisa, rising to greet her friend. “Where's Mandy?”
“Helping her mother,” answered the man. “Well, look at this,” he chuckled. patting her belly. “Got another bun in the oven, huh?”
The young woman giggled, hugging him warmly. “Got a little more snow on the roof, huh?” she teased back. “Better break out the Grecian Formula, Pops.”
Louisa and Mike's older sister, Amanda, rounded the corner, pushing her mother's wheelchair. Sofia Delvecchio had broken her hip a few weeks earlier and was unable to walk. Despite her disability, her smile was as bright as always.
Louisa introduced Hayley to the new arrivals. The Delvecchios greeted her cordially, sizing her up. As they exchanged pleasantries, a tall, dark-haired man joined them.
“Louisa, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Angelo,” informed Amanda.
“How ya din'?” grunted the man. “Mandy, get me something to drink,” he ordered roughly.
Louisa's eyes narrowed. “What's wrong with you? Your legs broken?” she snapped. “It's in the fridge; get it yourself,” she said, taking an instant dislike to the arrogant young man.
Amanda swallowed. “It's okay, Lou. Anyone else want anything while I'm up?” She went into the house, her sister hot on her heels.
“Why do you let him talk to you like that, Mandy? It's not like you to wait on a man hand-and-foot.”
“He means no harm,” answered the older girl. “Just forget about it. I don't mind.”
Louisa frowned. “No, maybe you don't, but I do,” she growled. “He speaks to me like that, he's gonna get a big surprise.”
Meanwhile, Angelo was talking to Chet, Mike, and Marco. All three men were unimpressed by the man's attitude, thinking that he was acting like an ass.
“I thought California was supposed to be all cities,” said the man, displaying his ignorance. “All I see is mountains.”
“Oh, we have cities, but my sister prefers to live out here where it's quiet,” answered Marco, his eyes chilly.
“Me, I need to be where the action is,” grinned Angelo smugly. “That way, I can check out more chicks. Speaking of chicks, Louisa sure is a stone-cold fox,” he added, licking his lips. “I wouldn't mind getting to know her better.”
Mike glared. “I don't think my brother-in-law would appreciate that,” he replied softly.
“Are you telling me that she's your sister, man?”
“Half sister,” answered the engineer, his voice thin with anger.
“And what about you, friend,” continued Angelo, looking at Chet. “You related to her, too?”
“Not by blood, but I consider her part of my family nevertheless,” grated out the Irishman.
“Like to keep it in the family, huh?” sniggered the man.
Alberto glared, overhearing Angelo's rude comment. He rolled his eyes at Maria. “I never understood what my daughter sees in that punk,” he grumbled. “He's rude, arrogant, and has no respect for anyone but himself.”
“He does seem a little rough around the edges,” replied Maria, trying to be polite.
Before Delvecchio could respond, Amanda and Louisa came back outside. As they passed by Angelo's chair, the man reached out and patted Louisa's bottom. The young woman turned and slapped him across the face. “Keep your filthy hands to yourself!” she snapped.
“Sorry, sweet cheeks; I couldn't help myself,” grinned the man.
Alberto rose from his chair and stepped up behind Angelo. He clamped heavy hands on the man's shoulders, yanking him out of the chair.
“I think you owe our hostess an apology, don't you?” he growled menacingly.
Angelo turned white at the threat in the older man's voice. “Uh, sorry, Mrs. Stanley. I meant no harm.”
Louisa smiled with false sweetness. “Touch me like that again, my friend,” she said softly, “and you'll be missing a few fingers.”
The arrogant young man raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I'll believe that when I see it,” he snickered.
“Alberto, why don't you tell what happened to the last person who messes with me?” asked Louisa, her lips twisting into a mocking sneer.
“It will be my pleasure,” grinned Delvecchio. “A man named Tom Parker came after Louisa and her children. After she got done with him, he ended up in a pine box six feet under.”
Angelo swallowed audibly. “Oh,” he muttered feebly. “My apologies, Mrs. Stanley.
Inside the house, the phone rang once, then stopped. An instant later, it rang a second time, again just once.
“Get ready everyone!” shouted Louisa. “That's the signal. Hank, Johnny, and Roy will be here any minute!”
The group went into the house, ready to greet the Captain. Marco winked at his sister, his eyes twinkling merrily. “Man, will he be surprised!” he whispered in her ear.
“I'm just glad I have the foresight to have everyone park their cars where they wouldn't be seen,” she whispered back. Outside, car doors slammed and footsteps rang out on the flagstone walkway leading to the porch.
“Thanks again, Cap,” Johnny was saying when the door open. “I really appreciate your help.”
The party guests leaped out of their hiding places, shouting “Surprise! Happy birthday!”
Hank took a step backwards, his eyes wide. “What in the world?” he wondered, spying the Delvecchios and the other guests. His gaze settled on his wife's grinned face. “ Now I know why you wanted me out of the house this morning!” he accused gently. He swept her into a tight hug.
Alberto and Amanda approached, the young woman pushing her mother's wheelchair. “Happy birthday, Hank!” crowed Delvecchio, pumping the Captain's hand vigorously.
“Good to see you, Al. Sofia , how are you doing? Hello, Amanda. Who's this?” he asked, nodding to Angelo.
“This is my boyfriend, Angelo Bellavia,” answered Amanda.
The man smiled and shook Hank's hand. “Hello, sir.”
“Daddy!” shrieked a trio of small voices. Emma, Matthew, and Hannah launched themselves at their father's legs, threatening to topple his tall frame.
“Who needs cattle with these three around?” grinned the Captain. “They make their own stampede!”
Louisa reached through the crush of children to take her husband's arm. “Come on, birthday boy. I've got another surprise for you.”
She lead him outside to the barn. Flashing a conspiratorial look at Johnny, Louisa threw open the barn door and pointed to a stall. Inside, a brown-and-white paint pony nickered softly. Hank's jaw dropped as he turned to his wife. “He's beautiful, honey. It is he, right?”
“Very observant, hose jockey,” giggled Louisa. “How do you like your present?”
“I love it!” stated the Captain, planting a kiss on his wife's lips. “Does he have a name or do I get that honor?”
“The guy I bought him from called him Renegade,” said Louisa, patting the horse's neck.
“It suits him,” grinned Hank. “How old is he?”
“A year, but he's already broken to ride. He even knows how to neck rein. You remember what that is, sweetheart?”
Angelo laughed behind them. “It means you wrap the reins around his neck and pull him along that way, right?” he asked, showing his ignorance once again.
Amanda sighed. “No, it means that he responds to the touch of the reins on his neck and goes in that direction,” she replied, a hint of condensation in her voice.
The young man's face darkened. “I suggest you lose the attitude, bitch,” he grumbled.
Louisa's fists clenched. “Watch what you call my sister, pal,” she growled angrily.
“I'll call her anything I want! Man. you're kind of a bitch, too, aren't you, darling?”
A muscle in Hank's jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth. Before he could say a word, Louisa had darted past him, snatching a long, braided buggy whip from its peg on the barn wall. She turned and lashed out with it, striking Angelo on the shoulder. The man yelped as the rawhide cut his shirt and drew blood.
“Damn it! That hurt!” he shouted. “What are you, nuts or something?” holding up his arms in defense.
“Get off my property!” screamed Louisa. “And don't come back until you can speak to a lady with respect!” She started forward, chasing Angelo out of the barn and across the yard. The man fled for his life, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Alberto, Chet, and Johnny burst out laughing, calling encouragement to the young woman. Hank and the rest of the guests stood there dumbfounded, not believing what they were seeing. Sofia 's shoulders quivered as she tried to smother her giggles.
“Uh, Cap, you think we should intervene?” asked Roy nervously.
Stanley grinned. “Nah, I think Lou's got it under control,” he chuckled. “Besides, she's already coming back.”
The young woman returned to the barn, panting lightly and wiping sweat from her forehead. “Mike, go inside and call that sorry excuse for a human being a cab,” she said to her brother. “I don't want him in my house.”
Stoker nodded, an amused smile twisting his lips. “You got it, sis,” he answered. “Just don't come after me with that thing.”
Alberto collapsed on a bale of hay, struggling to control himself. “That has to be the funniest thing I've seen in a long time,” he chortled, wiping tears from his cheeks.
“You and me both, Al,” snickered Gage, sitting down beside him. He looked up at Louisa, his eyes shining with mirth. “I'm sure glad I know how to speak to a lady!” he said.
Angelo stood at the end of the driveway, his shirt in tatters from the whip lashes. Blood stained the fabric in several places, enraging him further. When Louisa and her guests exited the barn, he called out, “What kind of psycho are you?!? I should call the cops on you for that!” He turned and walked down the road, searching for another house.
“You think he will, Mandy?” grinned Louisa, completely unashamed of her actions.
“I wouldn't put it past him,” replied Amanda, winking at her sister. “You certainly put him in his place,” she snickered.
“Let's go back to the house everyone,” said Hank. “If this is a party, I know there has to be a cake someplace.”
An hour later, as they were enjoying slices of Hank's birthday cake, Vince Howard and his partner, David Brooks, pulled up in front of the Stanley 's home. The African-American officer knocked on the door, smiling when Louisa opened it. “Hi, Mrs. Stanley. We had a report that you went after some guy with a buggy whip,” he said, struggling to maintain a straight face. “Is that true?” Brooks grinned over his partner's shoulder, making no effort to hide his amusement.
“You bet your boots it is, Vince,” grinned the young woman. “And I'd do it again if I had the chance.”
Howard lost his battle to remain stoic. His hearty laugh rang out as Louisa related the incident, with asides from Chet and Johnny. “I'm almost sorry I missed it, but, as much as I hate to do it, I'll have to take you in,” he chuckled.
“That's okay, Vince. You're just doing your job,” replied Louisa, already putting on her jacket. “The weapon is in the barn if you need it.”
“Brooks, go get it. Man, Captain Flanagan is going to love this one,” he muttered. “Assault with rawhide. Sounds like something out of an old western.”
The officer's prediction proved accurate. When the police captain heard the details of the crime, he roared with laughter. Over Angelo's loud and vehement protests, he released the young woman with a warning. Spotting Gage among the crowd waiting for Louisa, he asked, “Please tell me that you took pictures, John.”
Johnny grinned. “I didn't, but Roy had a video camera rolling,” he chuckled. “When we develop the film, I'll give you a call!”
“I look forward to it! As for you, buster,” said Flanagan, turning to Angelo, who stood fuming, “I suggest that you watch what you say around this young lady. She doesn't take any lip from anyone.”
Angelo glared. “You mean you're letting her go?” he demanded. “After what she did?”
Louisa stepped forward, laying a hand on the man's arm. “I'm sorry, Angelo, but you deserved it. You didn't have any reason to speak to me or my sister the way you did. I don't know where you get your manners, but I'm willing to drop this whole thing if you apologize to her, and right now.”
The arrogant New Yorker stared at her as if she had grown a second head. “Apologize?” he asked in amazement. “You're the one that assaulted me , lady!”
“I realize that, and I'm sorry,” answered Louisa. “But out here, we don't speak to women that way.”
Seeing the dark look on Alberto's face, Angelo finally gave in. “Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Is that better?”
“Much better,” rumbled Delvecchio. “Now what do you say we all go back to the Stanleys ' to finish Hank's party?”
Flanagan motioned for Louisa to come over to his desk. When the young woman leaned over, he whispered, “If you ever get the notion to chase someone else with a buggy whip, I want a front-row seat,” he snickered.
Louisa laughed. “You got it!” she grinned. “If I find a likely candidate, you'll be the first to know.” She walked out of the Captain's office, still giggling.
Hayley stood on the fringes of the group, her mind racing. **”Damn it!” she thought to herself. “If Mrs. Stanley figures out what I have planned for her husband, she'll be after me with that whip! I better get out of here before it's too late. I'll invent some excuse so they won't get suspicious.”**
When they returned to the ranch, Dr. Brackett and Dixie McCall were standing out front, waiting for them. “Sorry we're late,” apologized the doctor, “but we got held up at the hospital. Where have you all been?”
Johnny laughed and filled them in on what had happened. Dixie raised a well-groomed eyebrow and smiled. “You really did that, Louisa?” she asked. “Are you sure that was wise, considering your pregnancy?”
The young woman grinned at her friend. “Maybe not, but I enjoyed it immensely. And before you ask, Doc, I feel just fine. I needed a little exercise anyways.”
Brackett flashed a rare smile. “I'm sure you did, but I'd feel better if you let me examine you to be sure you're all right.”
“Okay, if you insist,” answered Louisa. She led the doctor into the house and up to the spare bedroom. After a thorough exam, she was pronounced completely fit. To her amusement, Brackett wasn't able to hide his surprise when her baby kicked.
“I've delivered a lot of babies, but I don't think I've ever felt one kick that hard,” he commented.
“This one will be a fighter, mark my words,” said Hank, patting his wife's belly. “Just like his Mama.”
Joanne chuckled. “I think ours will be too,” she said softly. “He's been pounding my ribs most of the afternoon.”
“Isn't it funny how they seem to find the most vulnerable part to kick, Jo?” questioned Louisa. “When I was carrying the twins, they kicked me so much, I thought my liver would be permanently black-and-blue!”
“Honey, is there any more beer?” called Hank from outside. “The cooler's empty.”
“Downstairs in the big refrigerator, Hank!” Louisa shouted back. She climbed to her feet. “I'll get it.”
Chet Kelly intercepted her before she could start down the stairs. “No, I'll get it,” he said. “You shouldn't be carrying anything that heavy.”
“Aww, Chester , aren't you sweet?” replied the young woman, roughing his hair playfully. “While you're down there, bring up the card table. Maybe we can play a little poker later.”
“Why? So you can steal my paycheck again?” joked the Irishman.
“As tempting as that sounds, I won't. We can use buttons as money this time.”
Marco chuckled. “My sister, the card shark,” he grinned. “You should play in Vegas.”
Two hours later, Louisa, Chet, Johnny, and Alberto were deep into a game of cut-throat poker while the other guests watched. Hank stood behind his wife, looking at her cards over her shoulder. “I'll match that bet,” she said, adding a handful of buttons to the pile in the middle of the table, “and raise you ten more.”
Kelly groaned. “That leaves me out. Just like every other time,” he complained.
“Me, too,” said Alberto, lying his cards face down.
“It's just you and me now, Johnny. Are you in or are you out?”
The paramedic grinned smugly. “I'll bet everything I've got,” he said. “I think you're bluffing.”
Louisa shook her head. “Don't be so sure, pal. Lay ‘em down, hose jockey.”
Gage snickered and laid out his cards. “Four jacks!” he announced.
“Darn, all I've got is one, two, three………. four queens,” answered the young woman, showing her hand to the amazed paramedic. “I win,” she said happily.
“Aww man!” grumbled Johnny. “I suppose that means I have to wash the dishes?”
“Nope, but you can help me put the rugrats to bed,” answered Louisa, getting up. “Hannah's been asleep for almost half an hour.”
“Good deal,” replied Gage. He reached out and took Hannah from Dixie 's arms. The little girl opened her eyes for a second then went back to sleep.
“I guess we should be leaving, too,” said Brackett. “You ready, Dix?”
“Yes, Kel,” answered the nurse. “Hank, once again, happy birthday. Thanks for inviting us, Louisa. Good night.”
The young woman smiled. “Are you kidding? It wouldn't be a ‘family' party without you two. I'm just sorry Dr. Early couldn't make it. When does he get back from New Orleans , Doc?”
“Day after tomorrow,” replied Brackett. “Good night everyone.”
Emma tugged on her mother's skirt. “I'm tired, Mama,” she whimpered. Matthew latched on to Louisa's other leg and looked up at her with fast-drooping eyelids.
“All right, munchkins,” she chuckled. Throwing her remaining guests a wink, she bleated like a goat and chased her children up the stairs. Matthew and Emma squealed in delight and ran up the stairs as fast as their legs could carry them, giggles echoing behind them.
Alberto and Sofia shared a nostalgic glance. “We used to play that same game with Amanda,” smiled the wheelchair-bound woman. “Sometimes we pretended to be an elephant, other times a bear. She loved it!”
Hank nodded. “It gets even more interesting when Buddy is in the house,” he laughed. “He plays herd dog. It's pretty funny to watch.”
Half an hour later, Louisa came back downstairs, followed by Johnny. The paramedic's shirt was wet, but he was smiling widely. Chet Kelly laughed out loud when he saw Gage's shirt.
“Don't tell me you have to watch out for water bombs here too, Gage?” he snickered.
“Shut up, Kelly,” replied Johnny. “Emma splashed me while I was giving her a bath. She seemed to find it highly amusing.”
Captain Stanley patting his friend's shoulder. “Feel honored, pal. Emma only does that to people she likes. I guess you make the cut,” he teased.
“I'll say he does,” giggled Louisa. “All of our kids adore him, but Miss Emma has a special attachment to her ‘Uncle Johnny'.”
“It's the Gage charm,” chuckled Roy . “Works on women of all ages, some better than others.”
“Yeah, like all the ladies under dating age,” joked Stoker.
“I don't see anyone special on your arm, Mikey,” grinned Johnny, unfazed by the banter. His grin widened when the engineer blushed. “Oh, maybe there is someone special!” He raised an eyebrow at Louisa. “Gonna get yourself a new sister-in-law soon, Lou?”
“My lips are sealed,” answered the young woman. “I was sworn to secrecy.”
“Come on, Stoker,” encouraged Marco. “Tell us about her.”
“No way! Not until I'm ready,” refused the engineer. “When the time is right, you'll meet her.”
The Latino fireman shot a pleading look at his sister. hoping she would spill the beans. “No dice, Marco. That never worked anyhow,” she joked. “Leave him alone.”
“Yeah, pal, or she might go after you with the whip,” put in Alberto. “John, when you get the film back, I want to see it.”
Hayley stepped forward shyly. “Happy birthday, Captain,” she said softly. “I'll see you at work tomorrow. Good night, Louisa.”
“Night, Hayley. Thanks for coming. Drive safely.”
The rest of the party guests left shortly afterwards, leaving Hank and Louisa alone. The Captain grinned and raised an eyebrow. “Now that the kid are in bed, Mrs. Stanley, how about we celebrate my birthday in a more private way?”
Louisa chuckled. “Just what do you mean, sir?” she teased, feigning ignorance.
Hank held out his hand. “Come with me and I'll show you,” he invited.
Two Months Later
Louisa walked into Station 51, sighing heavily when she saw that the building was deserted. She sat down on the sofa next to Henry, the station mascot with a tired groan. She gently petted the dog, smiling when he rolled onto his back. “All right, I get the message. One belly rub coming right up.” Henry wagged his tail, enjoying the extra attention.
The exhausted young woman had no idea that she had fallen asleep until she opened her eyes to find Johnny and Roy staring at her with identical grins. “Hey, fellas,” she said, yawing. “Did I fall asleep?”
Desoto nodded. “Yeah, looks that way. You didn't even move when we got back. I was going to wake you up, but I figured you needed the rest.”
Louisa grinned. “You'd be right,” she replied. “I don't remember being this tired when I was pregnant before. Seems all I do lately is take care of the kids, eat, and nap. How long have you two been back, anyways?”
“About half an hour,” informed Gage, turning from the refrigerator with a carton of milk in his hand. “Want some?” he asked, holding up the container.
“No thanks, I drink more than enough at home. I swear if you cut my arm, I'd bleed white instead of red.”
The paramedics laughed. “Cap mentioned that. He said if you didn't have that baby soon, he'd have to buy another cow just to keep up with you,” snickered Roy .
“Did I hear my name?” questioned Hank as he came through the door. His face was smudged with soot and plaster dust. “Hi, honey.”
Louisa giggled. “You sound like the man I married, but I can't tell under all that dirt. Looks like you've been busy.”
“We have,” said Hayley from behind the Captain. “We got a toned out for a four-alarm fire seven hours ago. What a mess. Because some dummy didn't hook up his new stove properly, he and his family are homeless now.”
“Any injuries?” asked the young woman, directing her question to Johnny.
“A few minor burns and some smoke inhalation. The wife gave her husband a serious chapter-and-verse chewing out all the way to Rampart. For a minute, she reminded me of you , Lou.”
Louisa grinned. “Me? Surely you're mistaken, Mr. Gage,” she teased. “I don't tongue-lash; I prefer to use a whip.”
The firemen laughed, remembering an incident from their Captain's birthday party a couple of months before. “Have you heard from Angelo since then, little sister?” chuckled Marco.
“Not a peep, except for the flowers he sent along with an apology for ‘being a jerk', as he put it.” She paused suddenly, pressing her hands against her pregnancy-swollen belly. “Oh, man, not again,” she moaned, leaning forward.
“Honey, what is it? Those sharp pains again?” asked Hank anxiously.
“Either that, or someone just stabbed me in the gut,” panted Louisa. “Oh God, it hurts !!”
“I'll get the OB kit out of the squad,” said Chet, leaving the room at a run. He returned seconds later, dropping the heavy box on the floor.
“Thanks, Chet,” said Roy , kneeling down in front of the expectant mother. “Louisa, what does the pain feel like? Is it continuous or does it come and go?”
“One long, sharp pain. It's like a cramp, but more so.”
“Rampart, this is Squad 51. How do you read?” said Johnny into the biophone.
“Go ahead, 51,” answered Brackett.
“Rampart, we have a 30-year-old pregnant female, experiencing sharp pains in the abdomen. Please be advised that the patient is Louisa Stanley.”
The doctor frowned. “Dix, page Dr. Sinclair,” he ordered. “51, when did the pains start?”
“About three minutes ago, Rampart. She states that they are cramp-like, but more severe.”
“What are the vitals, 51?”
“Stand by, Rampart,” said Johnny as Roy took a blood pressure reading. When he was done, Desoto handed the paper to his partner. “BP is 146/ 94, pulse 98, and respirations 30 and labored. The patient is also diaphoretic.”
“Hey, Kel, what's going on?” asked Dr. Sinclair as she walked up to the base station.
“I've got Squad 51 on the line. Louisa Stanley is experiencing sharp abdominal pain. Here are the vitals,” replied Brackett.
The obstetrician nodded. “I was afraid this was going to happen.” She pressed the button linking the base station with the paramedics. “Squad 51, start an IV, normal saline, and get her in here as soon as possible. Please notify us of any change and repeat vitals en route.”
“10-4, Rampart,” replied Gage. “IV, normal saline and transport immediately. Our ETA is approximately fifteen minutes.”
Louisa cried out as another pain sliced through her belly. Hank's face turned white and he sank into a chair, his hands trembling violently.
“All right, we're ready to transport,” said Roy . “Cap, we'll call you and let you know what's happening. Let's go, guys,” he said to the ambulance attendants. “You wanna ride in with her, Junior?”
“Yeah, See you at the hospital.”
Captain Stanley sat frozen as the siren faded in the distance. He jumped when Hayley laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay, Cap?” she asked with concern.
“What? Oh, yeah, thanks. I just don't understand it,” he whispered. “Lou never had any trouble before. Why is she having complications now?”
“I noticed the other day she wasn't feeling well,” put in Mike. “Lou said she was fine, but I could tell that she was exhausted.”
“I need to call Headquarters and see about getting a replacement,” muttered Hank, getting up.
The rest of the crew waiting impatiently for news. An hour later, the station phone rang and Hank snatched it up. “ L.A. County Fire Department. Captain Stanley speaking. What's the scoop, Roy ? Uh huh, you're kidding me. Yeah, I'll be there as soon as Stone gets here. Thanks for calling. Bye.” He turned and leaned against the wall. “Dr. Sinclair says Lou has something called pre-eclampsia,” he said. “From what Desoto told me, it makes her blood pressure too high and can be pretty dangerous for her and the baby.”
Just then, Captain Stone and Chief McConikee walked in. “Any word yet?” asked McConikee.
Lopez and Stoker filled them in as Hank changed his clothes. After thanking Stone for covering for him, the Captain ran out to his car and roared out of the parking lot.
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Rampart General Hospital
Louisa lay on the exam table, her fear increasing with every minute that passed. Johnny and Roy stayed with her as Dr. Sinclair and Dr. Brackett discussed their findings. “Will someone please tell me what is going on?” she demanded, her voice shaking.
“It's okay, Lou,” said Gage, gently squeezing her hand. “The docs will fill you in as soon as they figure out what's wrong.”
“I've been here for over an hour and all they've done is order test after test. The waiting is driving me crazy!”
“Just try to relax,” soothed Desoto. “It won't do you or your baby if you get upset.”
The trio looked up as the doctors came back into the treatment room. Dr. Sinclair smiled and said,” Louisa, Dr. Brackett and I both agree that you have a condition called pre-eclampsia. We're not sure exactly what caused it, but we can treat it.”
“What is it, this pre-eclampsia?” asked Louisa, biting her lip.
“It's characterized by increasing hypertension, swelling, and the presence of protein in the urine,” replied Brackett. “Mothers who have had several children sometimes develop it, but most of the time, there is no clear-cut cause.”
The young woman nodded. “Okay, so how do we treat it?” she asked.
“Lots of bed rest, a high-protein diet, and sometimes, medication including mild sedatives, anti-hypertensive agents, and in some cases, anti-convulsants,” answered Dr. Sinclair.
“You mean you give me drugs? Won't that hurt my baby?”
“There is a chance that the meds will cross over into the fetal blood stream, but, if we don't treat the condition, you, your baby, or both of you, could die,” stated Brackett, his face set in stern lines.
“Will I have to stay in the hospital, or can I go home?” asked Louisa.
“I'd like to keep you here for a few days for observation, but I see no reason for an extended stay,” said Dr. Sinclair. “Are you still having pains?”
The young woman shook her head. “Not anymore. I guess I don't have any choice. I don't want to lose this baby. Whatever you have to do, Doctor, please do it. I just have one question: why didn't I have this problem before?”
“All pregnancies are different, Louisa,” said Brackett. He turned to Dr. Sinclair. “I'll start the admittance paperwork and send in a couple of orderlies to take Mrs. Stanley up to her room.”
Thanks, Kel. Louisa, I'd like to start the medications immediately. That way, we can nip this in the bud before it worsens.”
“Do you need us anymore, Doc?” asked Johnny.
“No, you free to go. It's a good thing Louisa was at the station when this happened.” She left the room to obtain the drugs, leaving Louisa alone with the two paramedics.
“Thanks, guys. I really appreciate you taking care of me, again ,” chuckled the young woman. “One of you did call the station, right?”
Before Roy could answer, Hank burst into the room, panting harshly. “Honey, are you all right?” he gasped.
“See you later,” said Johnny, slipping out the door with Desoto right behind him.
“Bye, boys. Thanks again. I'm going to be fine, Hank. Dr. Sinclair said I have a condition called pre-eclampsia.” The Captain listened quietly as his wife explained. Once she had finished, he nodded.
“I've heard of it,” he said, smiling faintly. “How long will you be here?”
“Just a few days. Dr. Sinclair wants to keep an eye on me to make sure this doesn't get worse. Don't look so somber, hose jockey. She said it was caught early enough. I just have to get my blood pressure down and get lots of rest, and the baby and I will be right as rain.”
“Rest? At our house? Easier said than done, sweetheart,” chuckled Hank. “Maybe I should take some time off so I can be home to take care of the little monsters.”
Two orderlies entered the room, pushing a gurney in front of them. Dixie walked in behind the men, smiling at the couple. “Ready to go upstairs, Louisa? Hello, Hank.”
“I guess so,” answered Louisa with a grin. Careful, fellas. You're dealing with a pregnant lady. No popping wheelies in the hallway.”
The taller of the orderlies laughed. “Darn!” he joked. “There goes that idea.” He stepped forward and they gently moved Louisa to the rolling table. “Okay, Carl. Smooth trip for this one, or Miss McCall will take away our toys.”
Once the young woman was settled in her room, Hank went to call the station and update his men on Louisa's condition. He returned a short time later, telling his wife that the men had promised to stop by and visit on the way home from work. “McConikee said to tell you to rest or you'd answer to him, sweetheart,” he teased playfully.
“Orders from the Chief, huh?” giggled Louisa. “I guess I better follow them or I'll get latrine duty,” she joked.
Dr. Sinclair stuck her head in the door. “Sorry to kick you out, Hank, but your wife needs her rest. How are you feeling, Louisa?”
“Better. When can I go home?” the young woman asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Hank laughed. “You sound like Gage. Be patient, sweetheart. I'll be back in the morning. I love you, both of you,” he grinned, leaving the room.
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Two Weeks Later
Louisa lay in her bed, bored out of her mind. Through the open window, she could hear her children laughing as they played in the backyard. Footsteps thumped on the stairs and Johnny Gage tapped on her bedroom door. “Feel like some company?” he questioned.
“Finally,” grumbled the young woman. “About time someone came to see me. What's the behind your back, Johnny?” she asked, craning her neck.
The paramedic held up his hand. “In a minute. First, are you behaving, young lady?” he teased.
“What kind of trouble could I get into up here?” she shot back, playing along. “Hank has a fit if I even get out of bed!”
“He's just watching out for you,” replied Gage, pulling a bouquet of pink carnations from behind his back. “Maybe these will cheer you up!”
“They're beautiful, Johnny, thank you!” Louisa took the flowers and inhaled deeply. “What else are you hiding?”
The paramedic laughed. “These are from Chris and Jennifer,” he said, handing her two homemade get-well cards. “Roy, Joanne, and the kids will be over later,” he informed.
“How's Jo doing, really? Last time I talked to her, she was in the same boat I am, stuck at home, being waited on hand and foot.”
Johnny grinned. “She put up with Roy hovering over her for about three days, then told him to stop playing mother hen,” he chuckled.
Louisa shared her friend's laughter. “I think my little episode added a few more gray hairs to Hank's head, too,” she smiled. “ Dixie told me that she almost had to drag him out of my room a few times.”
“I can believe that. It scared me a little bit, too. I'm just glad the meds Dr. Sinclair gave you lowered your BP before things got out of hand.”
“Me, too,” answered the young woman, twisting a corner of her blanket. “I don't think I could have handled it if I lost another baby. One miscarriage was enough,” she whispered softly, tears welling up in her eyes.
“It would have been hard on all of us, little sister,” said Mike Stoker from the doorway. “How you feeling today, Lou?”
“With all this attention, how should I feel, Mikey?” teased his sister. “I'm glad you guys dropped by. I'm going stir-crazy having to stay in bed. But, if I'm lucky, that might change today.”
The engineer smiled. “You think Dr. Sinclair will lift your restrictions soon?” he asked hopefully.
Louisa nodded. “She told me that if my blood pressure is still within normal range after she examines me today, I can at least get out of bed and rest on the sofa downstairs. It's been rough explaining things to the kids. They don't understand why Mama can't come out and play with them.”
Hank knocked lightly on the door, announcing his presence. “Honey, the doctor's here,” he said, stepping back to allow Dr. Sinclair to enter.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” apologized the obstetrician. “I didn't know you had company.”
“Come right in,” invited Louisa. “It's like Grand Central Station in here.”
“How are you feeling? Better, I hope.”
“That depends on what you tell me, Dr. Sinclair. Let's get on with it. My butt is developing a very serious attachment to my mattress.”
After examining the bed-ridden young woman, Dr. Sinclair leaned back in her chair and smiled broadly. “Your blood pressure is right where it should be. I think you should be able to get out of bed for a little while, as long as you don't over-do it.”
“With the Pit Bull Crew around?” teased Louisa, winking at Mike and Johnny. “That won't happen.”
Sinclair raised a questioning eyebrow. “Pit Bull Crew?” she queried. “I don't want to know. Since you doing so well, I guess I'll be leaving.”
“No need for that, Doc,” replied Hank. “The rest of my crew and their families will be arriving shortly for a cook-out. You're more than welcome to stay.”
“Thank you, Captain. I'd like that. Now, Louisa, let's get you changed so you don't have to greet your guests in a nightgown.”
An hour later, Louisa, Joanne, Dixie , and Dr. Sinclair sat on the back deck, watching the men and children play touch football. The women laughed loudly when Chris Desoto tackled Chet Kelly a few feet from the goal line.
“Oof!” grunted the Irishman as the boy landed on his back. He dropped the ball and rolled over, tickling the boy's ribs until he gasped for breath.
“Now I know what you mean when you say they're like a bunch of half-grown adolescents, Louisa,” giggled Dr. Sinclair.
“Some less grown than others,” chuckled Dixie . “I never thought I would see the day when Kel would be out playing football.”
“Come and get it!” called Maria from the deck. She smiled at her daughter and laughed. “If you weren't eight months pregnant, young lady, you'd be right out there with them!” she teased affectionately. “You always were a tomboy.”
The men descended on the loaded picnic tables like a pack of hungry wolves. Hank fixed a plate for his wife and dropped into a chair beside her. “Is that enough, honey, or do you want more?”
“There's enough food here for a starving lumberjack, or a certain hollow-legged paramedic I know,” grinned Louisa, winking at Gage. “It's a good thing I never had trouble dropping my baby weight. Otherwise, I'd look like a beached whale,” she joked.
Emma came over and leaned against her mother's knee. “Mama, is the baby dancing today?” she asked.
“Yes, baby, he is,” replied her mother. “As a matter of fact, I think the little guy is doing a jig.”
Emma displayed a gap-toothed grin. “Did I dance in your tummy, Mama?”
Louisa smiled. “Kind of, but I think you and your brother did more punching than dancing.”
The little girl screwed up her face. “He needs punching. He's a brat,” she grumbled, making the guests laugh.
“Maybe so, sweetheart, but it's not nice to beat up on your brother, especially with your Uncles around,” joked the young woman. She leaned forward awkwardly and whispered in her oldest daughter's ear. Emma giggled and ran off, straight towards Chet Kelly. She slapped the Irishman on the arm and squealed, “Tag! You're it, Uncle Chet!”
Chet laughed and jumped up. He raised his hands and bellowed like a prize bull, chasing after the little girl as she ran across the yard. Buddy, the Stanley 's dog, barked and raced to join the game. The animal leaped at Kelly and took hold of the man's pant leg, tripping him up. The Irishman sprawled on the grass, Buddy licking his face enthusiastically.
“Get out of here, you crazy mutt! Okay, okay, I give up!”
Hank whistled and the dog ran to his side. “That's enough, pooch,” he snickered. “Kelly doesn't seem to enjoy your kisses.”
When Chet didn't get up, Matthew and Hannah went over to investigate. As soon as they reached the fallen fireman, he reared up and grabbed them, pulling the children down beside him.
“Gotcha, you little monkeys!”
Emma pouted and climbed onto her Uncle Mike's lap. “Can we go for a horsey ride, Uncle Mike?” she asked, turning chocolate-brown eyes on the engineer.
“If your Mama says it's okay,” replied Stoker. “How about it, Lou?”
Before Louisa could make up her mind, a clap of thunder boomed across the sky. “Not today, honey. It's going to rain,” she said, struggling to get up. “Geez, I'm so fat, I can't even get out of my chair. Little help?”
“Should we call in a crane, little sister?” teased Marco, offering her his hands.
“Very funny,” grouched the young woman. “A chain and pulley will be enough. Come on, everyone. Let's get inside before we get soaked.”
As they trapped inside, the phone rang. Maria picked it up and answered. “Hello, Stanley residence. Yes, he's right here. Just a minute please.” She held out the receiver to Hank.
“Who is it, Mami ?” Louisa asked.
“Some woman,” replied Maria, scraping left-over potato salad into a bowl and covering it with aluminum foil.
Hank turned his back to the group and spoke softly into the phone. “Yes, yes, I understand. Does it have to be right now? All right, I'll be there in fifteen minutes.” He hung up and turned to his wife. “Honey, I have to go out for a little while. I shouldn't be long.” The Captain put on his jacket and left the house.
Louisa stared after her husband, her mouth hanging open. “But where are you going?!?” she called, not getting a response. “Now what could be so important that he would leave in the middle of a family cook-out?” she wondered