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Subject: SUBMISSION FOR RAMPART BASE: Tears on a white dress  by Robin R. Neher

Date: Sunday, October 26, 2003 5:29 AM

 

Copyright: October 2003 by Robin R. Nether

 

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THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL, A WORK OF THE WRITER'S

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USED IN THIS STORY ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND

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Title: Tears on a white dress

Author: A HREF="MAILTO:NRobin1027@aol.com">Robin R. Nether

Status: Complete

E-mail: NRobin1027@aol.com

Rating: PG.

Pairing: N/An

Archive: Yes

Random: Emergency!

Summary: Dixie is stood up on her wedding day.

Content Warning: Hanky alert!!

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"Dixie? Are you still here?" Peggy McCall asked her daughter. "Honey, he's

not gonna show."

 

Dixie McCall looked up at her mother. Peggy's heart broke to see the tears in

her only child's eyes.

 

"Is there anything I can do?" Peggy asked, gently.

 

"Mama, how could he?" Dixie, A nurse at Rampart General hospital asked. "This

was supposed to be the happiest day of my life!"

 

"I know, Baby." Peggy reached out to Dixie. "Kel really did it this time.

What was that man thinking?!"

 

"I should've seen the signs!" Dix cried. "I was a fool to think that Kelly

Thomas Brackett could ever love me! I was lying to myself all along!"

 

"Dixie, I see me when I was young in you." Her mother told her as she took a

seat beside Dix on the pew. "Your father was just like Kel is now."

 

"Oh?" Dix sniffed.

 

"Honey, men like your Kel and David McCall are not marriage material. These

kind of men is the cowboys of today. They need their freedom. They are not the

type that would be happy as husbands. We would just tie them down."

 

"This whole thing was his idea!" Dix wept. "I was so happy when he popped the

question! I was like a school girl for days afterwards. I was showing that

big, gorgeous diamond ring to everyone and anyone! Maybe it was my fault. If

only I hadn't put so much pressure on him."

 

"Hon, Kel wasn't man enough to do the right thing." Peggy soothed. "Maybe he

got cold feet. Maybe he just couldn't step up to the plate when the time came.

Whatever happened, it wasn't your fault."

 

"If only I hadn't forgotten my pill that day!" Dix cried.

 

"It takes two to make a baby." Kel Brackett spoke up. "Dix, I'm so sorry."

 

"Kel, why?" Dixie sobbed.

 

The dark haired Doc came over and knelt in front of his fiancée.

 

"I'm not ready." Kel stated, simply. "When I bought you that ring six months

ago, I did it thinking that it'd make you happy that we were at least engaged.

I never dreamed that you'd get pregnant so suddenly."

 

"When you found out she was pregnant, you felt backed into a corner." Peggy

guessed.

 

"I did." Brackett nodded. "I just couldn't go through with it. Dixie, I'm not

ready to marry you, at least not now. It's not that I don't love you, I'm not

ready to be a husband or a father, I'm just not."

 

"I understand." Dix said, after a minute. "I understand."

 

With that, Kel turned to leave.

 

"Kel?" Dix called

 

"What?" He answered.

 

"Tommy and I will be waiting if you ever are ready." Dix promised.

 

"Tommy?" Kel asked.

 

"Kelly Thomas Brackett, Jr. Your Son." Dix smiled.

 

"My-Son?" Kel stammered.

 

"That's right." Dix grinned. "The ultrasound confirmed it. We're having a

boy."

 

Kel gasped, then quickly left the chapel. Peggy then turned to Dix.

 

"You're getting tears on your beautiful, white dress." She said.

 

"Mama, I hope that I can wear this dress as that man's bride someday." Dix

replied.

 

"You will, Honey. I know you will." Peggy assured her Daughter as they left

the chapel together.

 

THE END

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