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Jud's Revenge	By : broadwaybaby Category: M through R > Oklahoma! Views: 1619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Oklahoma or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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For the next couple of weeks, Curly could barely tear himself from his and Laurey’s bed each morning to work in the fields. It was as if the crimes Jud had committed were years in the past. Laurey waited on the edge of her seat for Curly to return to the main house each day, desperate for his kisses. Aunt Eller could only smile on, finally seeing the couple she fought to get together happy at last. But one particular day brought the happiness crashing back down, back into the reality of the situation they were so desperately trying to put behind them. Near to the noon hour, the phone rang.
“Hello?” Aunt Eller answered.
“Hello, Aunt Eller. This is Doc Tyler. Is Curly ‘round there anywheres?”
“Sher is, but he out in the pasture. Jus’ a moment while I gits ‘im.”
Aunt Eller set the phone down and stepped outside to ring the dinner bell. It was best and quickest way she had to get to Curly with him that far out. Knowing it was an odd time to hear the bell, Curly took off running toward the main house as soon as he heard it. “What is it, Aunt Eller? Is Laurey alright?” Curly asked, concern evident on his face.
“Doc Tyler is on the phone fer ya, Curly. I’ll jus’….stay out here and work on the butter,” she said, sitting down at her churn, giving he and Laurey the privacy to deal with this issue on their own. She was sure to be eavesdropping for important details anyway.
As soon as the screen door slammed behind him, Laurey looked up at him. Their eyes met and they paused for a moment, their silence saying more than words could at the moment. They were both scared, scared that the life they were putting back together slowly was going to come crashing down around them. Slowly, Curly picked up the phone. “Hello, doc.”
“Howdy, Curly. How is you and Laurey doin’?”
“We’s fine, doc. Where do we go from here?”
“I’d like to come reevaluate Laurey, see how she is healin’. Would tomarra work for ya?”
“Tomarra will be fine. Will ya….will ya know ‘bout the –“
“We shuld know after I see her tomarra, yes. I’ll come a-callin’ in the mornin’ then.”
“See ya then, doc. Thank ya,” and Curly hung up the phone, taking a deep breath.
“Curly?” Laurey asked hesitantly, crossing toward him.
“Doc Tyler is comin’ in the mornin’ to check on ya, see how you’s healin’.”
“Will he –“
“Yeah.” Laurey gave a small nod of understanding.
The rest of the evening was spent in mostly silence, everyone in their own thoughts. Even in bed that night, Laurey and Curly felt the weight of the next morning weighing on them. After quite some time, Curly finally spoke up. “Laurey, I need ya to know that, no matter what happens tomarra, you’s still my Laurey. Ain’t nothin’ that can change that.” Laurey nodded meekly before they both fell back into silence until they drifted off to sleep.
They were not much more talkative the next morning. Aunt Eller let the doctor in and he waited in the entry for Curly to come to greet him. “Mornin’, Doctor Tyler,” Curly greeted, trying to be as good-natured and kind as he could, despite his worry and stress. “Laurey is up in her room, ef ya’d like to examine her up there.”
“That’ll be jus’ fine, Curly,” he said and the men headed upstairs, leaving a concerned Aunt Eller downstairs to attempt to eavesdrop to no avail from that far away. Just before entering the room, the doctor stopped Curly. “Curly, we needs to talk.”
“What is it, doc?” Curly asked, not able to hide the concern in his voice.
“Ef Laurey is ‘th child, I…I won’t be able to tell ya’s ef it’s your’n. With how soon ya got married afta her attack, it ain’t gonna be easy t’ know….”
“Ef she is, it’s from her attack, doc.”
“How do ya know, son?”
“She…she and I ain’t…. we ain’t consummated our marriage yet. We wants to know….”
“You’s waited two months past yer weddin’? You’s a good man, Curly, a good man. Let’s go check on yer girl,” and they entered the room.
“Good mornin’, Mrs. McClain,” Doc Tyler greeted, taking a seat on a chair at the foot of her bed.
“Mornin’,” Laurey replied, obviously lacking her normal spunk.
“How are you feelin’?” the doctor inquired, pulling out her chart to write down her answers.
“I’m alright. The cuts are healed and the bruises have mostly faded,” Laurey explained. The doctor examined the old wounds to confirm her statements.
“How’s the soreness?” the doctor continued, reviewing the symptoms he had written down from his last visit.
“It lasted a few days. I hasn’t tried to do much, but I ain’t noticed no pain.”
“Any irregular bleeding?”
“Not since a day or two after….” Laurey said softly, getting more uncomfortable talking about it.
“Have ya felt sick ter your stomach? Been eatin’ less lately?”
“Not really.”
“How’s ‘bout your monthly bleedin’? Everythin’ okay?”
“Y-yes,” she replied, not looking at Curly. Though married, that was not yet something she let him be aware of.
“Well, doc?” Curly interjected, not able to contain himself anymore.
“She’s healin’ quite well. You done a good job takin’ ceer o’ ‘er, Curly.”
“What about….?” Curly couldn’t bring himself to finish that question.
“No.”
“No?” Laurey asked, making sure she understood what he meant.
“Mrs. McClain is not havin’ a bebe,” the doctor confirmed. Curly ran to Laurey and practically lifted her off of the ground in a tight hug. “Just keep an eye on her, Curly. Anythin’ changes, you call me straight away.”
“Thank ya, doc,” Curly said, shaking his hand, but never letting go of Laurey’s waist. “I’ll show ya out,” Curly said, but the doctor stopped him.
“I can see myself out. You stay heer with your wife,” he said with a knowing smile before turning to leave, closing the door behind him.
“Oh, Curly! I’m so happy.” Curly captured her lips in a kiss that expressed how pleased he was with the news as well. They could now get on with their life together.
“Oh, Laurey. Thank God you’s okay.” He then leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Mebbe we can try to have a bebbe of our own….” Laurey’s heart leaped. The thought of a little curly headed baby made her smile. “What do ya say I git Aunt Eller a room at the inn fer a night er two sos we can have the place to ourselves?” Curly continued, hoping the answer would be yes.
“Sounds like I better go hep Aunt Eller pack,” Laurey replied, giving Curly a kiss.
However, when Curly went to town to make a reservation, the inn was booked that night. Curly made a deposit on a room for the next night for Aunt Eller and headed back to the farm slightly defeated.
It was the longest night either Curly or Laurey could remember. Dinner dragged on. The evening was excruciatingly slow. By the time they all headed to bed, Curly had practically lost his mind and it was still a full day until they had the house to themselves. Laurey and Curly kept stealing peaks at each other as they each got ready for bed, catching peeks of bare skin before averting their eyes as to not get caught looking. Lying beside each other was akin to torture. They kissed, but as the passions grew, they knew they had to stop. Aunt Eller, the old eavesdropper, knew something was up with the two from their odd behavior all day and they couldn’t bear the thought of her overhearing anything. With much tossing and turning, and excited anxiousness in each of their guts, they finally fell asleep.
The next day, Curly did not go to the fields, but helped Aunt Eller into town and to get settled into her rented room. “This room alright fer ya, Aunt Eller?” Curly asked good-naturedly. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable; he felt bad to kick her out of her own home.
“Jus’ fine, Curly, jus’ fine. Ya said you had special plans fer you and Laurey?” she asked, her curious nature coming through once again.
Curly stammered. “Uh, yeah. I jus’ been working in the fields so much lately, that I-uh- I thought that Laurey would like some time where we – uh –“
“Relax, son. You’s still newlyweds. I may be an old womern, but I ain’t stupid. Ya have a good night,” she said, a mischievous smile on her face. Curly’s face went bright red and he rubbed at the back of his neck in embarrassment. Without meeting her gaze, he headed back to the farm.
When he returned home, he could tell from the smell that Laurey had spent the time he was away in the kitchen. “Boy howdy, sumthin’ sher smells good,” he said, coming into the kitchen to find Laurey slaving away over a large pot. Curly came up behind her, pressing a sweet kiss to her neck and peering into the pot. “Is that beef stew?”
“Yer favorite,” she said, leaning back to give him a kiss on the lips. She wanted everything to be perfect for them now that the heaviest weight had been lifted from them and they could start building their lives together properly.
Dinner was lovely, with freshly baked bread, Curly’s favorite beef stew, and even a freshly picked bouquet in the middle of the table. But, if they were honest, neither of them were all that hungry; the excitement for their night together so strong that it made the fantastic dinner seem insignificant. When they have finally given up pushing the food around their plates, the sun had set and the lamp light was casting a glow on each of their faces that accentuated the soft smiles that lie there.
“So, um,” Curly said, clearing his throat. “It-um-it seems that it’s ‘bout time t’ tern in.”
“Right, um, I just need to clean up from dinner….”
“I’ll do it,” Curly offered, partially the gentleman, partially to allow for his next statement. “If ya want to go up and git ready…. For bed I mean…Wait, I mean –“
Laurey smiled, trying to set his nerves at ease. “Yes, I do have sum gittin’ ready to do, don’t I?” With that, she left the table and headed upstairs.
Once she was out of the room, Curly fumbled over himself to get the dishes cleared as fast as possible and bolted upstairs as soon as he was able. After two long, long, long months, Laurey was finally to be his.
Author's Note: As a reminder, this chapter used to be Chapter Five. Becasue I needed to add in a chapter I skipped, this chapter just got moved down. Sorry for any confusion!
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