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Winj

 

Anniversary

 

 

 

Two years! Two years today!, Teresa thought as she busied herself with the special supper she was preparing to celebrate the anniversary. Johnny and Scott had been home two years now and, although it had been a rocky road, they were settled now. Both seemed happy and content and Murdoch as well. She smiled as she went about preparing the feast she knew they would be surprised with. She had managed to prepare both boy's favorites, right down to their favorite desserts. She thought about teasing them with it, but decided tonight was going to be too special for foolishness. She set the table with Scott's mother's China and crystal wine glasses and the silver candle holders and Spanish lace tablecloth Murdoch had given Maria as a wedding present. She surveyed her work and nodded her approval. All that was left was to wait for them all to come home. She was quite pleased with herself actually, for she was fairly certain none of them would remember. Men weren't very good at remembering special occasions.

The three of them were in the living room discussing the upcoming horse auction when she flitted in to announce supper. They got up and moved to the table, still talking.

Scott was the first to notice and he stopped and smiled. "Well, will you look at this!" he said. Johnny whistled.

Murdoch stared at the table, recognizing all the dinnerware that hadn't been used in years. "What's all this, Teresa?" he asked.

"Happy anniversary!" she exclaimed. They exchanged perplexed looks and all three shrugged. "I knew you wouldn't remember," she said with a grin.

"Remember what?" Murdoch asked.

"Is it your birthday?" Johnny asked.

"It's not a holiday, is it?" Scott asked.

"No, no and no. It's your anniversary. All three of you," she said. They still didn't understand. "It's been two years since you came home!" she exclaimed with exasperation.

Scott and Johnny looked at each other and grinned.

"Already?" Scott asked. She gave him 'the look' and he smiled even wider.

"Well, this is really something, Teresa. You didn't have to go to all this trouble," Johnny said.

"Wait until you see what I made for dinner," she said excitedly and skipped off to the kitchen. They took their seats, shaking their heads at her exuberance.

"She sure takes things to heart," Johnny commented.

"Women will do that," Scott said.

"Yeah, why is that? I mean, it's nice but I don't get it," Johnny said.

"Well, boys it's just in their nature to be sentimental. Just let her have her night," Murdoch said.

Teresa and Maria came into the room, arms loaded. They placed the platters of food on the table. Each laying out the respective favorites in front of Scott and Johnny.

Murdoch was stunned at the amount of food and stared at her. "You did all this?" he asked.

"Well, with Maria's help," Teresa gave the woman her due.

Johnny tugged on Maria's sleeve. "Did you make the tortillas?" he asked in a whisper. She smiled and nodded her head and he grinned at her.

"Well, I'm impressed and grateful. Thank you, Teresa and thank you, Maria," Scott said.

By the time supper was over, including dessert, the Lancer boys thought they might just explode. They went into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to each other. "I think I'm gonna be sick," Johnny said.

"Me too," Scott affirmed.

"Serves you both right. I've never seen you two put away so much food," Murdoch said with a grin.

"Well, we didn't want to hurt Teresa's feelings," Scott said with a mischievious grin.

Johnny laughed softly and nodded his head in agreement.

"Coffee?" Teresa asked, bringing in the serving tray.

"No," they said in unison.

"I don't think they have any room left, dear," Murdoch explained.
Teresa giggled and bent down to kiss each of them on the cheek. "I remember that first day when you both got off the same stage. The looks on your faces was priceless when you realized you were brothers," she said.

"It was a shock, to say the least," Scott said.

"Shock! I thought it was pretty funny, well I though YOU were pretty funny," Johnny laughed.

"Oh really? You don't want to know what I thought, brother," Scott teased back.

"Not tonight, boys. I don't think I can take it," Murdoch said.

"Something wrong, father? Feeling a little full?" Scott asked with mocked sincerity.
Murdoch gave him a wry look and the boys laughed.

"Well, it took some getting used to, that's for sure," Johnny said.

"What did?" Scott asked.

"You! I mean it's one thing to find out you have a brother but, well you have to admit, you were fresh off the Common," Johnny grinned.

"The Common? Sounds like I've rubbed off on you a little, brother," Scott said.

"Maybe, just a little," Johnny said, holding two fingers very close together.

"I think you've both rubbed off on each other," Murdoch said.

"Yeah, and rubbed you pretty good, too," Johnny said, grinning.
Murdoch chuckled.

"Hey now. Not me, I didn't do anything. I am the perfect son," Scott announced.

Johnny rolled his eyes at this ridiculous statement. "Really? Well let's just talk about that for a minute, brother. What about the time you let those Irish squatters stay here and they burned down half the barns in the valley. Or the time you got yourself lost in the badlands and came across that group wanted for murder. Or the time.."

"Ok, ok. So maybe I have gotten into a few scrapes, but I don't have a thing on you, little brother," Scott interrupted.

"Hey, I've just had more practice at it. It's not too late, you can still catch up," Johnny said, patting his brother on the arm.

"Well, maybe I'll catch up but not tonight. I think I'm going to bed," Scott said, rubbing his belly.

"Yeah, me too," Johnny said with a bit of a grimace.

"Oh, wait. You can't go yet," Teresa said.

"Why?" they asked in unison.

"I haven't given you your presents."
They looked at each other then back at her.

"Teresa, you didn't have to do that," Johnny said.

"I wanted to. Now, stay right there," she said and whisked off. She returned with three packages and handed them out to each of them.

They sat there, stunned at her generosity.

"Well, go on, open them," she said.

Scott opened his first and pulled out a beautifully handmade dress shirt, complete with ruffles and cuffs. "Teresa, it's beautiful," he said breathlessly. He kissed her cheek and looked at his father.

Murdoch opened his present and gawked. A silver double frame with a picture of each of his son's on either side. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'll put this on my desk." he said and kissed her cheek.

They all looked at Johnny. He opened it slowly until Scott hit him on the arm and he grinned. He pulled out the blanket and studied it. When he saw the embroidered name, he smiled. He stood up and hugged her, whirling her around in the air, then kissed her cheek. "Look at that, a blanket for Barranca with his name on it," he said.

"Well now THAT is the perfect gift for you, brother," Scott said.

"Sure is, I'm gonna go show it to him right now," Johnny said as he started toward the door. He stopped and looked at her again, smiling. "Thank you, Teresa," he said.

She felt the tears of happiness well up and she shook her head to make it stop.

"I can't wait to see what you do for Christmas," Scott teased.

 

 

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