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PostSubject: Chapter 59 * The Meeting * Part 1   * UNREQUITTED LOVES *  (MIA) - Page 6 EmptyTue Jun 02, 2009 1:31 am

CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE…THE MEETING

Breakfast had been a solemn affair with both of them trying hard to keep the mood light and hopeful…and failing. They spent an inordinate amount of time watching the clock as it seemed to take forever to move from one minute to the next, getting nearer to the time they should leave for Nate’s office.

Mia snapped at Urs, for some silly thing, then apologized and cried, asking for his forgiveness for being in such a rotten mood. He was just quiet, holding his emotions in check but venting in small ways…frustration over the crossword in the daily paper that ended up in shreds, the pen flung into the Lounge to vanish, only found weeks later in the stack of firewood…his coffee was too hot, too cold, too strong, not strong enough.

They stood in the Kitchen Urs glaring at her, Mia with her cheeks awash with tears and suddenly he began to laugh.

“Aren’t we a fine couple? We’re angry and scared and taking it out on each other…Come here, Love…let’s start our day over.”

She went to his open arms and cuddled, calming with the kisses that he rained on her curly hair, the gentle stroke of his hands over her back, the massage of the tense muscles in her shoulders.

“I guess we aren’t exactly the picture of a united front at the moment are we? I am sorry, Urs…I should know better…none of this is your fault…or even mine, except for being too darned naïve. So, yes, let’s start over…Good morning, my adorable, understanding husband.”

She raised her face to him and he kissed her tenderly.

“Good morning, Beautiful Wife…what a lovely day it is to put that nasty man in his place. He doesn’t stand a hope in H*** of winning…we hold all the cards….I can’t wait to see how his lawyers back track when they learn the facts.”

“Did I hear you talking to Steve while I was making the coffee?”

“Ja…he talked to Nate and offered to be present with another officer, just to let Villetti know that we could, if you wanted, press charges. A little intimidation can’t hurt.”

She snuggled just a bit closer, wrapping her arms around him as if he was about to try to escape.

“I’ll be so relieved when this day is over…my stomach feels like I swallowed a whole hive of bees and they’re all angry.”

“Mine too…but we won’t let it show…at least I won’t…I’ll be too busy trying to control my temper when really all I want is 5 minutes alone with him. And you can do this Little One…I won’t leave you alone, not even for a second…if you feel shaky just think about Toni, about how he knows it’s you when he says Mama…remember when he used to call the dog ‘Papa’…at least he got Mama right the first time out.”

They took their time getting ready for the meeting at 1300H, showering, shaving, painting nails {colorless polish}, throwing up {twice for Mia} while Urs tenderly wiped her brow and held her hair back, choosing what to wear, changing their minds several times and suddenly it was nearly time to leave.

Urs helped her into her long black coat, tucking the scarf around her neck and handing her a pair of suede gloves when she had done up the fastenings. She had chosen a soft dove grey suit, the skirt and jacket of kid, formfitting and unadorned with anything except Tante Sophia’s pearls that she had worn for luck, the sheen a perfect understated foil against the pale grey silk tailored shirt.

Urs had gone for an elegant, power dressing look, a dark grey pin- striped Armani custom made suit that fit him like a second skin paired with a deep mauve raw silk shirt and matching tie, his hair swept back and only mildly curly at the ends. His dark grey shark boots completed his outfit….elegant, sophisticated, confident.

He shrugged into his coat and they went down in the lift to the waiting limo, not trusting themselves to drive, not today.

Villetti and 2 other men whose demeanor fairly screamed ‘LAWYER’ were waiting impatiently in the reception area when they arrived though they were 5 minutes before the assigned time.

Urs felt Mia stiffen under the arm he had placed around her waist and stepped forward just enough to block her having to look at the Italian.

“Herr und Frau Buhler…” Stasi the receptionist greeted them with respect, rising from her console and taking their coats. As if she had been watching for them, the secretary, Greta came out of the next room and ushered them into Nate’s office, asking if they would like coffee or a beverage, then leaving when she was assured that nothing other than the water on the small table would be required.

Nate came around his desk and hugged Mia, shook Urs’ hand and smiled as he motioned to the two men already seated in the room, a little to one side.

“Steve and Officer Herzig will be observing the proceedings, may step in if it becomes necessary…I will introduce them initially so the lawyers know that we are operating fully legally. Now I would like you both to sit here, no the other way around, with Urs nearer to Villetti…I want to make this as painless as possible for you, my dear Aramia.”

“You know that they’re waiting in reception I suppose?” Urs asked as he handed Mia into the chair and sat next to her, their chairs touching so he had no difficulty reaching out and taking her cold hand.

“Ja…let them wait…I want them to wait just long enough to become angry…angry men make mistakes based on emotion, not fact.”
They chatted for a few minutes, about Christmas, about the lovely weekend that Nate and Sig had enjoyed, about the fact that Nate was willing to try skiing if Mia was, then Nate grinned as a discrete green light flickered 3 times on his inter office phone.

“Stasi is such a treasure…she can gauge almost to the second when a person has reached the boiling point. Now don’t forget, only answer any question which I ask you or if I give you permission…and no display of emotion, especially anger.”

He keyed on his intercom and asked Stasi to show the three men in.

Urs squeezed Mia’s hand and their eyes met, full of fear, determination, and most of all, love.

Villetti came in ranting.

“You Swiss…always talking about being on time and you keep me waiting…I’m a very important man…I have no time to sit doing nothing.”

Nate didn’t rise from behind his desk, nor did he offer his hand. He merely gestured to the unoccupied chairs and asked them to please be seated.

The lawyers introduced themselves as Villetti slumped in his chair, as the last time Urs had seen him, dressed with little finesse, his portly body in an expensive but ill thought out suit, his dyed comb-over so full of product that it glistened in the lighting in the office.

Magio, the younger of the two lawyers though in his early 50’s thought about offering his hand to Nate, hesitated then sat down. Constatin, the elder, somewhere in his early 60’s frowned, his thick dark brows contrasting with his shock of pure white hair, a look of Greek ancestry about his heavy set features.
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PostSubject: Chapter 59 * The Meeting * Part 2   * UNREQUITTED LOVES *  (MIA) - Page 6 EmptyTue Jun 02, 2009 1:32 am

“I’ve asked you here today to try to come to an amicable resolution to the problem you appear to have over custody of the minor child, Antonio Getzi Buhler. But first let me introduce the others in the room….these two officers are from the Geneva Politzei and have a vested interest in the outcome of this case, Detective Superintendant Stefan Warkel and Officer Piers Herzig…and of course Frau and Herr Urs Buhler.”

“Frau…she’s no one’s wife…she’s his lying little w**re!!” Villetti shrieked and was quickly subdued by his lawyer.

Nate ignored him, not daring at the moment to look at Urs or Mia, hoping that they could keep cool.

Urs had tensed, nearly crushing Mia’s hand but stared at the painting behind Nate’s desk, his eyes dangerously narrowed. He felt her indrawn breath and the tremble that started in her hand and released it, reaching across with his other hand to grasp her fingers while his now free arm went around her shoulders to clasp her firmly.

“I had anticipated this reaction and have here a copy of the marriage certificate,” Nate said passing the copy over to the younger lawyer. “Also here is the birth certificate of said minor child, a copy of course, duly notarized and stamped.”

Nate sat back in his chair while the documents were scanned by both lawyers, Villetti refusing to even acknowledge their existence.

“Perhaps you could enlighten me as to why your client feels that he is entitled to custody of said minor child…I don’t understand what this is based upon.”

Magio started to explain but again Villetti erupted in anger.

“She seduced me in her home country and then when the child was conceived, tried to get money out of me…I offered to pay her expenses and told her I would accept the responsibility of the child…I have a paper she signed to prove it…and then she ran away with this…this singer and shacked up with him…I don’t want my son raised by a W**re and a musician…I am wealthy…my son is entitled to my name.”

Mia looked confused but said nothing.

Nate smiled, not a happy sign since the pleasure was that of a cat toying with a mouse.

“Ah yes, the paper where she says that she relinquishes all rights to her son to you, Milo Mario Adolphus Villetti…unfortunately it is a forgery…I gave it to the politzei to be analysed against Frau Buhler’s signature and it is a very poor forgery…totally worthless. I assume that it was given to you by her step brother, Bryan Kramer?”

“Her step brother?”

“Yes…it appears that the former Miss Kramer was adopted as an infant by the Kramer family…now as for your repeated allegations of the moral fibre of the lady, I must ask that you desist. She has been screened by the Geneva Politzei and found to have no blemishes on her record…she is considered in her locale to be a fine woman who sings in the church choir, volunteers with the Red Cross, has her own income from a thriving business and is even legally in Switzerland, first with a work permit, then as a permanent resident when the marriage took place. As for Herr Buhler…I’m sure you are aware that he is not just a singer…he is the lead Heldentenor of the Geneva Opera, has performed in partnership with the great Placido Domingo, Kiri teKanewa, Jose Carreras and others, is well thought of in his field and quite wealthy in his own right…and of course he comes from a very large, very old Suisse family that has distinguished itself over the years in many areas.”

He fixed Villetti with a stern gaze that made the man involuntarily shiver.

“You on the other hand, Senore Villetti have a rather checkered past…your business dealings have been investigated several times, I believe once with a fine levied, and once where you actually were incarcerated for a short time, your numerous liaisons are legendary, your current mistress has a number of regular clients who visit her residence at 14 Candessa in Milan when you travel…and sometimes when you are present. And the child in question was the result of rape, a child that you offered the step brother $250,000.00 American for…”

“I gave the little snake an advance, $50,000.00 up front, that’s what he asked for…and now he wants more…” Villetti had jumped to his feet to scream at Nate, turned his reddened face to glare at Mia and took a step towards her. “You little B**ch!! You sit there so prim and proper…tell them you like it rough…ask the singer, he knows…tell them how she likes to be hit…”

Urs surged to his feet, fists clenched, eager to kill the Italian but Mia pulled frantically at his arm and Nate glared at him. He slowly sat back again, shaking with suppressed anger. Steve and the Officer had risen as well and Steve lay his hand on Urs shoulder, squeezing hard, urging him to get in control.

“I didn’t want to resort to this, gentlemen and Villetti …but it seems I must…Aramia, I’m sorry…I have in my possession a video tape of which I had a copy made…perhaps the circumstances of the conception of the child in question can be put to rest by watching at least a portion of it.”

Officer Herzig rose to stand behind Villetti as Nate clicked on a desk top remote that silently made a hidden panel slide up into the wall, revealing a flat screen television. He said nothing further, just clicked on another key which started an obviously home made video, with sound and date stamp, the camera shaking slightly but the picture clear and voices easily heard.

The first scene was of Villetti walking down the hall, staggering slightly and helped by Mia who looked distressed by determined.

“Key…Open it for me, that’s a good girl…” he said, slurring his words.

“UH…Signore Villetti…I think you can manage from here…I really must be going…”

“See two of everything…just open the door, girl, then you can go…”

Urs hadn’t looked at the screen, didn’t think he could. He was watching Mia, noticed her skin paling, her breathing becoming rapid, felt her hands begin to go even colder and clammy and he tightened his grip on her shoulder, leaning closer to whisper near her ear…. ‘Easy Love…we can get through this…’

They averted their eyes but there was no escaping the sounds in the rapidly diminishing size of the room. Everyone heard her sigh and heard the beep as the key card engaged, heard the shove and gasp as her body was pushed and fell into the room…there was no need to see the breath driven from her body as the much larger man fell on her, ripping her clothing, panting like an animal or to see his twisted features as he grunted and tore at her, ignoring her pleas to stop, laughing when she screamed in shock and pain.

“He promised you would put up a good fight!! Look what Milo has for you, little girl…” and that hateful cackle again.

Hands appeared from off camera, catching her flailing arms, grasping them firmly over her head.

“BRYAN…HARRY!!! HELP ME!! STOP HIM!!” and then the sharp piercing scream, quickly silenced as her air was cut off by fingers crushing her throat.

It seemed like hours that the tape played, long enough that not one set of eyes in the room was watching the screen any longer, but after just over 10 minutes of the sounds assaulting the senses, Nate decided that the shock value had been achieved.

The silence in the room was palpable as Nate paused the scene, freezing it at one particularly disgusting point and glaring at Villetti.

The Italian had gone pale as a ghost, his mouth open and gaping like a fish, unable to get words out, his lawyers beside him looking anywhere but at their client or the screen. Mia had turned in her seat and sought refuge in Urs arms, her face hidden against his chest, both hands over her ears trying to shut out the sounds coming from the speakers and whispering ‘Turn it off!...Please make him turn it off!’ between gasps for breath.

“Is it really necessary to continue viewing this degradation? The tape is nearly 6 hours long and only gets worse. It was filmed by Bryan Kramer and his best friend, both of whom assisted you, Signore, in the assault on this blameless woman.”

“He said he had it locked up somewhere safe…” Villetti said in not much more than a whisper. “What do you want?”

“Only what is fair and just, to protect the minor child…we will discuss this in a moment.” He clicked the remote again and the Television went dark, the wall closed over the screen once more and he came around the desk to crouch in front of Mia.

“Aramia, I am so sorry to make you relive that terrible time again but you understand how necessary it was to protect Toni…would you like to leave while we discuss the legal matters?”

She straightened in her chair and, still holding firmly to Urs hand shook her head.

“If you are discussing our son, we need to be here. Let’s just get this over with and all get on with our lives.”

“Good girl,” he said and kissed her on the brow.

“Now gentlemen perhaps we can come to an agreement,” he said to the lawyers who had inched their chairs away from Villetti and looked ashen as they nodded to Nate.

For nearly an hour they hammered out the details, counsel for Villetti agreeing to the terms as Nate set them out, all the bases covered, every loophole thought out and dealt with.

True to his character to the end, Villetti railed at Urs only once, wisely intimidated by the fury and hatred he could see just barely contained in the younger man’s body.

“So how much? How much money do I have to pay you to raise the boy? And what about the money I already paid Kramer?”

“You pitiful little man! I don’t need your money to raise our son…loving a child isn’t about money…it’s about being there for him, teaching him how to walk and talk, holding him when his gums hurt as he’s teething, being there to assist in his birth and cradle him against my chest when he’s only been in this world for a few seconds…it’s not about HAVING, it’s about BEING and loving…why am I wasting my breath…sign the da**ed papers and get out of our lives!”

Both the lawyers snarled at him in Italian and even Mia, who spoke not a word, understood that Milo had been told to shut up!!

His legal team glared at the Italian when he bridled at signing an affidavit admitting the rape and battering…he signed when Steve reminded him that Mia was within her rights to lay charges against him and that Interpol was very interested to follow up on the attempt to purchase the child through Kramer, as well as being the instigator of the assault on Mia in Geneva. For the rest of the time in the office the Italian was silent.

At last it was done, everything signed and as he was leaving the office, Villetti glanced at Mia and mumbled ‘I’m sorry…’ the lawyers grabbed their coats and took the lift down to the main floor, not waiting for their client who vainly tried to catch up. Their cab was leaving for the airport when he reached the sidewalk and he stood for a few minutes, defeated and abandoned, then hailed a cab and was, finally, out of their lives for good.
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PostSubject: Chapter 60 Part 1   * UNREQUITTED LOVES *  (MIA) - Page 6 EmptyTue Jun 02, 2009 1:34 am

CHAPTER SIXTY…

It was over but somehow it didn’t seem real to them as quiet descended in the office and Nate stood, going to Mia and pulling her up to her feet for a hug.

“I’m sorry about the signature…I wanted your honest reaction and I think I know you well enough now to know that you don’t fake what you feel, not easily anyway. Urs, my friend, take your wife and go home, let the fact that we won sink in. You both did an amazing thing today, a true testament to how much you love that adorable child…I’ll call you tomorrow about going to family court and arranging the adoption…it’s a mere formality now…go home!!”

Mia was still shaking when they shook hands with the two police officers and Nate and went out to reception to have Stasi bring them their outdoor garments, walking quietly like two victims of an accident, in shock. Urs had to pry his fingers off of Mia’s hand in order to get his coat on and found her grasping it in a deathlike grip as soon as it appeared out of his sleeve. It wasn’t until they neared the lobby of the building that she finally spoke.

“Can we walk?...Please, Urs, can we walk for a while…I feel like I can’t breathe unless I’m outside.”

He nodded and wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close to his side. The driver opened the door for them but Urs quietly shook his head and asked him to just follow.

‘I want to find him and beat him senseless…but I can’t, Mia needs me…I should have done it in the office…will she think me a coward that I didn’t defend her?...of course not, Fool!!...one thing Mia is not is petty…she knows why it was important to keep my hands off of him…but I’ve never felt such rage before, such hate…now I know what it means when a person sees ‘red’…when I nearly lost it, all I could see was him in front of me, dripping with blood…Mein Gott, I need to hit something, to smash and break and pound until my knuckles bleed…. But Toni is worth it…he’s ours now, mine and Mia’s and nothing can ever change that…Danke, Jesuiten!!....’

Mia pulled back on his hand, stopping walking and looking up at him.

“Urs…are we anywhere near the Cathderal?”

“Not far, Love….this way.” Once again her thinking was in sync with his.

He freed his hand from hers and held her around the shoulders, smiling when she reached up to slip her fingers under his as they turned left and headed towards the Romanesque/Gothic Cathedral St. Pierre.

Again they didn’t talk, their closeness enough for now and soon they could see the Neoclassical façade of the Cathedral just up the street, the odd pale green spire between the two disparate facades somehow appropriate to this building, set on the site that had held a religious building since the 4th century.

It was quiet inside and austere in a way since during the Reformation spurred by the preaching of John Calvin, all the ornamentation, statues, furnishings and frescoes had been destroyed by supporters…the only remnants of the former glory were a few stained glass windows and wheel candelabras high above the marble floor. Urs led her through an arched doorway into his favorite part of the complex, into the Chapel of the Maccabees, a smaller hall, refurbished in the mid 1700’s to reflect the older style.

As they entered, the sun shown through the reds and blues of the stained glass, sending prisms of multicolored light across the few pews and the highly polished floor, blending with the glow of the candelight from above to create halo effects and Mia gasped in delight at the effect.

“I think the angels are happy for us,” she whispered to Urs as they sat in one of the pews, holding hands and let the peace of the place wash over them.

Slowly they relaxed, the tension of the past hours leaving their tense bodies, their minds filling with the knowledge that at last there were no barriers to the happiness as a family that they craved. Each in their own way they communed with the Divine presence that it seemed had come to rejoice in their victory over evil, over the private, personal demons that they had suffered and, at last, they let their hearts fill with peace and love.

There was no anxiety left when they exited later, just as the sun began to streak the waters of the calm, icy lake and lights flickered on in sequence throughout the city spread around them. Just at the bottom of the steps Urs grasped Mia around the waist and whirled her around, too happy to be calm and collected any longer, his anger and hatred no match for the peace he had found in the Chapel.

“We’re legally a family now… we need to celebrate…NO!! We need to call home and tell everyone…they’ll be so worried…and we can tell Toni!!”

“Urs he’s only 9 months old!!”

“But a very advanced 9 months, just like his Papa…okay, like his Mama…at least we can tell Ciara and Matt…I need to tell SOMEONE!!!”

She laughed with him, clutching at his shoulders as he spun around again, making her dizzy. He let her feet down to the ground and moved his hands to cup her cheeks.

“Do you know how much joy you have brought into my life? And how much I love you?”

“Yes…you never go a day without telling me or showing me…and I love you just the same…let’s go home and call our son.”

Arm in arm they walked back to the condo, completely forgetting about the limo which followed discretely, the driver grinning very unprofessionally when he saw the happiness that seemed to radiate from them.

**

Ciara cried and so it was Matt that held Toni up to the phone {which he tried to eat} and they talked to him, telling him all sorts of things that he didn’t understand {in spite of Urs conviction that he was very advanced}…he seemed to enjoy hearing their voices though, Matt reported and when they disconnected minutes later they were both grinning. They phoned Anya, then Paco, and by the time they got to Pol and Magda the news had spread, the Buhler clan grapevine working very efficiently.

“We should get fancied up and go out for dinner, maybe even dancing.”

“Or we could stay in and raid the kitchen for something tasty,” she responded with a grin as he brushed her hair back off her brow and followed his fingers with kisses.

“If we stay in we won’t get to eat until much, much later…I’ll have my way with you in about 3 minutes,” he said doing his best imitation of a lascivious leer.

“And would that be a bad thing?”

He laughed and made a trail back to her mouth.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Schtute….I can’t seem to get enough of you….”

She couldn’t answer except to moan softly and cling to him as he explored, nibbling on her lips, bending his knees to pull her tight against him and work his way down her neck and across her collar bone. She arched her back, losing her fingers in his hair and finally found her voice.

“I want more than 3 minutes…a lot more…”

“Hoped you would….” he said with a grin that made his dimples appear. One quick scoop and she was in his arms as he took long strides down the hall to their suite…and the journey to Paradise began again.

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Much later Mia lay on her side watching him sleep, enthralled with this gorgeous man who had given himself so unrestrainedly to her.

‘He’s such a miracle…he loves me…I know this as surely as I know there is a God in Heaven…he shows me in so many ways, tells me without reservation…it shows in the way he treats me, the way he makes love…and I can’t do anything but respond…I never knew that love like this existed…or that a man could be so beautiful…’

Her eyes traveled over his messed curls, the dark glow of them such a contrast against the stark white of the pillow cover…his lashes under those thick brows lay against his cheeks, dark and long, tilted up at the ends, in an arched sweep that matched the curve of his eyes…and his mouth…ah that mouth that gave her so much pleasure, the lower lip full and plump, just perfect for nibbling, the upper bowed and the pair seeming always ready to smile. She watched the pulse beating just under the skin of his long throat, wanting to reach out and touch the little dip below his Adams Apple or the other ones at the base of his neck, just above the sharply defined collarbone…and then of course there was the swell of his chest, toned and firm, studded with flat male nipples that engorged when she touched them so often with her tongue.

He twitched in his sleep, throwing one muscled arm above his head to reveal the thatch of hair in his armpit, one of his terribly ticklish spots and she smiled as she thought about how he had moaned and shivered earlier when she gently trailed her cool finger tips across it then down the dark hair on his long arms.

Her visual journey took her to his flat stomach, the vee of chest hair thinning before inverting and widening as it traveled further down…with determination she skipped her inventory to his feet, the long narrow feet with Morton’s toes…the same as she had {the second toe just a little longer than the big toe}, his high instep and the strong ankles from miles of running on the treadmills or out of doors. His calves were hairy, like his arms, not grossly so but dark with the downy fuzz that tickled when their legs were entwined….and then of course those thickly roped, muscular thighs that never seemed to tire.

She couldn’t resist any longer and reached out to touch him, smiling when his body reacted…even in his sleep he was ready for her to love.

“What a wonderful way to wake up….no, Liebe, don’t stop…I was dreaming about your little hands…so cool and soft yet so strong….”

“I didn’t mean to wake you…”

“Come here, Love,” he said and raised his arms to beckon her against his chest.

“Are you disappointed in me? I wanted so bad to hit him, to defend you, but I couldn’t…and I was worried you would think me a coward, that I had let your down.”

“Urs Buhler!!! As if I would ever think that of you…only a man with little control would resort to violence…I’m so proud of the way you handled yourself, the way you showed him that YOU are the better man…anyone can use their fists…you are man enough to know that you don’t have to beat on someone to prove that you are male…and I love you all that much more for resisting what must have been a terrible urge…I just wish that neither of us had to listen to the audio of that tape…promise me you won’t let it change our lives or how you feel about me…”

He kissed her gently and tightened his arms around her torso.

“I can’t promise to forget what I heard…it was too painful and I knew how it must be hurting you to listen…but it has nothing to do with the love I have for you…we won’t entirely forget but in time it will fade to something similar to a very graphic movie or an unpleasant television program…but it is the past, Liebe and nothing can change that…we just won’t let it have any importance in our lives now…I love you, I will always love you, more and more each day that we are together.”

They nestled together, sampling the sweet taste of each other until Urs stomach complained and Mia leaned away from him, laughing.

“Sounds like someone is getting impatient for some food. C’mon you Sexy Beast…let’s see if there’s anything good in the pantry.”

She rolled away, though he tried to catch her, and grabbed his discarded shirt to pull over her head, scooting barefoot out of the room with a teasing laugh as his feet got tangled in the pushed down duvet and he struggled to get up. By the time he was free and had pulled on his tight Calvins she was in the kitchen, leaning on the frig door and assessing the contents of the shelves.

**

It was as they were dropping off to sleep later that night that she knew they would be able to cope with the memories of the meeting with Villetti.

Urs had pulled her against his chest, her head cradled on his shoulder and one small hand on the muscles of his torso.

“Sophia would have been so proud of you today, Love,” he said sleepily.

“And you too, my Swiss,” she replied with sincerity, slipping into sweet dreams with a smile.

**

Plans have a habit of changing and so it was that instead of meeting Nate at the office as they had decided, they joined him for lunch at a small but elegant café with a very elite clientele. He was beaming when they approached the table, smiling, the relief plain in his eyes.

“Danke Jesuiten…you two look much more relaxed than when you left the office yesterday. Finally hit you that we won, did it?”

Urs laughed as he pushed Mia’s chair in and sat beside her.

“It took a while but yes…now we just have to get the court thing out of the way.”

“Will we have to go today, Nate?”

“Ja, Mia, but it’s only a formality, just to start the petition and hand in the copies of the papers…they should expedite it quickly, likely within a couple of months since we already have the politzei report on both of you and sworn affidavits from both Villetti and his lawyers. There’s not a thing to worry about now…”

“Urs Buhler…I haven’t seen you for ages…the Director mentioned that you are taking a few months off since they needed a baritone for the current production. Are you vacationing or doing something else that I can write about?”

The middle aged, well dressed man who had stopped at their table smiled pleasantly at Nate and Mia as he shook hands with Urs who had risen to his feet.

“Danier Riberia…so you ARE still doing that entertainment column…I meant to call you…with an exclusive…do you know my lawyer and old school friend…”

“Of course…Nate and I belong to the same bridge club…how are you?”

They shook hands and Urs rested his hand on Mia shoulder waiting for them to finish their exchange of pleasantries.

“And this is my wife, Aramia.”

The columnist looked stunned then beamed a huge smile at Mia as he reached out to take her hand in both of his.

“Your wife!!! You lucky devil…my dear how did you manage to snare this perennial bachelor? Though I must confess that your beauty alone would do it for most men.”

Mia blushed but laughed and smiled sweetly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Herr Riberia…but I must confess that you sound more Irish than Swiss with your gift for flattery.”

“What a treasure this woman is Urs…she even blushes so prettily…may I announce your marriage in my column?”

“And you might like to add that we have an adorable son…you see I’m no longer quite as stingy with details of my private life…in fact I’m so happy with my little family that I need to share the news.”

Someone called to Riberia from an adjacent table and he smiled as he left them, leaning down to kiss Mia on the cheeks in the European fashion, murmuring ‘Helga…she’s such a bore…I’m so happy for you and pleased that you allowed me the exclusive…Danke.”

Urs grinned at Mia as he sat back down.

“He’ll make a whole column out of the 2 minute interview…what we were wearing, what we ate, how happy we looked, how much we had to drink…but he’s fair and well respected…what a lucky co-incidence to see him here.”

Nate smiled.

“And where else would he be at 1245H on a weekday except at his reserved table in the gossip hot-spot of Geneva?”

Mia burst into laughter.

“You sly dog…you knew he would be here…Nate you’re as devious as…as Urs when he tries to hide something from me.”

“Danke…I’ll take that as a compliment. Now shall we have champagne to celebrate?”
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CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

They decided to walk off their substantial lunch …it wasn’t far to the Family court offices and their appointment was an hour away still. Nate of course thought they were insane when there were perfectly good taxis to be had with just a wave of the hand but they convinced him and he quickly got in the mood to window shop and chat as they ambled along the cleared sidewalks.

Mia was pensive at first until Urs asked if she felt alright and she laughed nervously.

“Well, I’m a bit concerned…was it wise to announce to the world about our marriage?...Steve still doesn’t know where Bryan is and it’s hard to say what his reaction will be.”

Urs smiled and pulled her just a bit tighter to his side.

“I thought about that, Love…but it’s my opinion that Villetti is fully aware of where Bryan is and will tell him anyway….he will likely try to get his money back out of Bryan and, who knows, maybe in the argument Villetti will take Bryan out of the picture …he definitely will tell him that their deal is off. We’ll just have to be extra careful for a while.”

“And we won’t even be in Switzerland for a week…all of us are going to New York next Friday…I hope you’re right…maybe being so openly married and in the public eye will be for the best…our faces will be recognizable…even Bryan wouldn’t dare do anything.”

Nate pointed out some lovely crystal in one of the shop windows and they all thought only good thoughts as they admired it then went on to the court offices.

Perhaps because of Urs’ celebrity they were ushered through reception and into a private chamber with comfortable leather chairs and a large oak desk, the walls lined with bookcases right to the ceiling with a rolling ladder for access to the top tomes.

“We’ve drawn Magistrate Chevre, like the cheese, but not nearly so soft. He’s a crusty old timer, completely no nonsense but very fair and totally with the interest of the child at heart. Be honest, factual and respectful and we’ll get this done,” Nate said softly just before the door opened and a tall slender man with a thick shock of steel gray hair and a glowering look about him strode almost angrily into the office, not looking at them, just sitting heavily behind the desk and rifling through the papers that the secretary had placed in a folder on the green blotter.

After a few minutes of intense study of what ever the papers were he closed the folder and looked up, staring first at Mia, then Urs and settling on Nate.

“Councillor,” he said by way of greeting. “As I understand it the natural father has waived his rights to the child, one Antonio Getzi Buhler, DOB March 7, 2008. this is a formal petition for adoption by one Urs Toni Buhler…all of the paperwork seems to be in order…politzei reports, financials, health records, marriage certificate…there will of course have to be a home visit by one of our Social workers but I think everything else is contained here. Anything else?”

Urs cleared his throat and interrupted, making Nate pale at the unprecedented move, perhaps not a good idea with this rigid, austere justice.

“Sir…I mean no disrespect but feel that there is something that must be said,” he said with his voice firm and confident. “Toni IS my son in all the ways that are important…I cared for him and Aramia during those months when we waited for him to be strong enough to enter the world, months when I grew to love him and his Mother. I was in awe when she allowed me to feel him moving inside her body, when she gave me the privilege of being her birthing coach and over-joyed when I held him only seconds after his birth and felt his tiny heart beating….the first voice he heard when he entered this world was mine….. I’ve been blessed to be able to help him when he was teething, teach him how to stand and speak his first words…to do everything that a father would do…the only thing I have missed out on in his life was conception but that holds no importance in the love I have for him and his mother, my wife. He knows I am his Papa and that he is a precious gift…he will always be my first born son, whether you make it legal or not!”

Magistrate Chevre glared at Urs for a moment and Urs met the steely eyes without flinching. Slowly a smile crept across the glowering face, transforming it, making Mia think that this was the real man, the one that his wife and family saw when he returned home at night.

“Eloquently put, young Buhler…I have over the past few years enjoyed many of your performances on stage, always with the feeling that you became the personae, the role you were singing so splendidly…but this was more, this honest, heartfelt defense of the relationship you have with the child in question….yes, I avoided calling him your son, regardless of what you have vowed…and what I personally feel….I am bound by law to adhere to the rules of this court and will do so. Let me just say that I will sincerely enjoy finalizing these proceedings and meeting this beloved child….shall we say in February? Arrange a convenient time with my secretary.”

He gathered the papers in one hand and was gone out the side door before anything further could be said, still smiling as he nodded to Mia and gave her a very unprofessional, encouraging wink.

**

They were both slightly giddy on the drive home to the farm, rehashing the events of the past days, laughing about the reaction of the Magistrate to Urs little unrehearsed speech.

“It was just so…so impersonal and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut…I mean this was probably one of the most personal, meaningful moments in my life, ranking right up there with the moment when you admitted you loved me and Toni’s birth and he was treating it so coldly…I wanted him to see us as real people who love one another…”

“I really think he puts on this professional detachment as a means to protect himself…it must be very difficult, making decisions like Solomon, decisions that will have an effect on how people manage their lives. It’s an awesome responsibility.”

“And he winked at you? That’s a good sign isn’t it?”

Mia laughed.

“I would say so…he doesn’t seem like a lecherous old man, just one who has trained himself over the years to seldom show emotion.”

**

This time, they drove straight through, eager to get home to tell everyone the news and to see the ‘minor child’ who had been the focus of so much over their time away.

Ciara was part way down the lane with Toni in the sled, going for the mail and the newspaper. Mia hopped out of the Audi and walked with them, playing snowball fight with Toni with ping- pong ball sized round missiles that he laughed at and tried to eat when his mittened hands captured one.

Urs parked the Audi and jogged back to them, earning himself a standard sized snowball in the chest as he neared…of course that was a challenge which he won, upending Mia into the plowed ridge of snow at the side of the drive while Toni cheered for both of them and Ciara warily kept out of reach.

Back at the house, once they were all in dry clothing they congregated in the Kitchen with hot drinks {warm and weak for Toni, in his sippy cup} and all the details of the two meetings were related to both Matt and Ciara. Then Matt told them how Tobias and Keeshia were settling in, loving their new home and the fact that there was no danger of a slide in this non mountainous area. Toni got tired of all the talk, talk, talk and so Mia took him in to the Lounge, climbing in the play area with him and sitting cross legged while he brought her toys to play with.

Matt eventually went back to the workshop to finish a project, having talked more in the past half hour than he usually did in a month, Ciara went off to check on the housekeeping service who were working upstairs and Urs poured himself a refill and headed for the Lounge. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, watching Mia and Toni playing.
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‘She was born to be a mother…just look at her…smiling and so happy with every little advance he makes…she fits so perfectly with what I now know I want out of life…who would have thought that I would crave being a father, that I want a gazillion kids, a whole house full…now I know why I was given this talent, why I was so driven to succeed….not because of ego, or even the money except that having all this money makes it possible to share with a family, to give them the important things like freedom, space, education that lots of money makes possible….I wonder if she realizes that I know she’s late….Mein gott, let her be pregnant!! We want this so much…it certainly won’t be for lack of trying…’ He smiled as he thought of how the desires inherent with the honeymoon stage of a relationship seemed to get stronger with them as time went on… ‘I hope it never fades…not much chance…we have so much yet to learn, to catch up on from all those months of denial…’

Once again he smiled as he felt a familiar stirring and thought about snow, cold showers, icy cold lemonade.

Mia looked up and grinned.

“I think he’s almost ready for his nap, we’re doing more snuggling than playing now.”

Urs smiled as he came nearer, sitting his mug down on one of the small tables.

“I should have taken some pictures but I was enjoying watching you two…You love this don’t you? This being a mother bit…you look so happy.”

She lifted Toni up and passed him over, smiling when he immediately began crooning softly and nestling against his Papa’s chest.

“Yes…it fills my heart, so much that sometimes it aches. Urs I need to make an appointment with the Dr. for some tests….I’m late.”

“I know…I wondered when you would tell me.”

He leaned over the netting and lifted her out with one strong arm around her waist, holding her against his side and bending to kiss her brow.

“You don’t miss much do you?”

He smiled as they separated and headed for the stairs.

“I’m taking an advanced course…I plan to become an expert in Aramia 101.”

She laughed and Toni stirred, laughing lightly but too far into Dreamland to really participate.

“Once he’s down, will you go for a walk to the falls with me? We can ski or snowshoe…we need to talk.”

“I wondered when you would have whatever has been bothering you organized enough to talk about it…I’ve noticed you going into your ‘don’t bother me…I’m working something out mode’. Yes, let’s go use the snowshoes.”

And so they changed the sleepy boy and put him in the crib for his nap, left the monitor on for Ciara, told her they were going and went for a walk.

**

It was beautiful out, just the kind of day they loved, crisp and clear, cold, yes, but fresh and clean, the air still and so pure that you could nearly drink it in.

They checked the feed for the deer on the way…Matt had done an excellent job and it was clear from the tracks that the herd had increased. They went on, walking in that very ungraceful spread-legged way necessary when wearing bear paws, making good time though Urs with his longer, stronger legs could do circles around Mia and did now and then, teasing her for being a midget.

He had worn the small backpack and when they reached the falls, spread it against and in front of a log, waterproof side down, pulling out the thermos and pouring them each a drink. Mia nestled beside him and waited, knowing he would get to the “TALK” in his own good time.

“I hope the results are positive when you get tested…did you ever think about how many children you would like?”

‘Is this what we came out here to discuss? I don’t think so…I think this may be part of it but there’s something more, something serious…not that kids aren’t serious but we could have talked about this at home.’

“Yes…I love being pregnant and giving birth, but it’s more than that…I love having a child to share our lives…it seems so selfish to have so much and not share it…and the wonder of how they change, how they become real little people….it’s like watching a miracle right before your eyes. So I think that there’s not a number, just as many as we can take care of.”

He smiled and took her free hand.

“Then since we seem to have discovered a way of making money faster than we can spend it and have a huge home, the skies the limit. Did you ever think about adopting? There’s so many kids out there just aching for someone to love them…I wouldn’t mind adopting a couple…or more.”

She laughed.

“In between making some the old fashioned way, I hope. We could opt for the older kids…everyone wants babies…the older kids always seem to get fostered and forgotten…oh Urs, how exciting…we could fill all those bedrooms and even add on to the house…this is such a perfect place to raise kids…and I could teach them how to draw, you could help them with music and Botany…we would need another nanny to help out once we have a few kids…Ciara love the babies but she’s getting on…I don’t like to see her work too hard…and Matt would love having more kids around…we should build their new place this spring…and…”

Urs was laughing so hard his eyes were streaming as she rattled on, clearly excited about the prospect of a house full of children.

“I take it you like the idea then…me too. I’ve always liked to be around kids but didn’t realize until Toni came along that I want them, want to be Papa to a whole tribe of them. It wasn’t by accident that Fate brought us together…you will be the perfect Earth Mother.”

They basked in the possibilities for a few minutes then Mia raised her head from his shoulder and softly asked him to continue.

“That isn’t all…I know you…there’s something else, something that you wanted privacy to talk about.”

He sighed.

“My contract with the Geneva Opera comes up for renewal in late March…I don’t want to renew it. Hear me out first, Love. I would like to form my own Production company, an umbrella business that takes care of concerts, recordings, compositions, everything…it really is time to diversify and as you know there have been so many requests for one or two week guest spots all around the world…it isn’t the money although the guest spots pay better than a house contract…it’s the fact that I could pick and choose, have more free time to enjoy our lives, to compose, only perform when it suited me or when it was convenient to our lives at the moment….like when you’re expecting…we can’t always count on me being off when you’re due like last time…and I want to be there for you. And I see little point in having a lot of kids unless I’m around to enjoy them or can take them with me.

“Mia we have enough money to live on the rest of our lives, you know that…but I can’t quit music, it’s part of who I am…this would be the best of both worlds.”

She was smiling but her face was wet with tears.

“How perfect…how abso-bloody-lutely perfect!!”

She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him until he begged for Mercy.

They stayed by the icy falls for another hour, talking, refining their plans: they would sell the condo in Geneva and buy a house big enough for the family they planned, a base for business when in the city…the flat in London would go as well and possibly they would look into a house in Chelsea since Urs was fond of the area…the house in LA they would keep, as an investment if nothing else, though he did feel that they would spend some time there…and he thought perhaps he would build a recording studio, perhaps in town, both to add to the employment available in the area and to keep the farm still private.

They were still and quiet for so long that the otters came out to play, sliding on the ice by the pool at the base of the falls, standing tall now and then to look at the intruders but sensing no threat they went back to their games. Urs laughed just a bit too loud at their antics and they vanished for a while, cautiously coming back to play again and ignoring the couple who now were completely under a shiny Artic blanket, not making much noise as they kept each other warm…very warm.

It wasn’t until much later that Mia peeked out at the lowering sun and giggled.

“I didn’t know that was possible without getting frost-bite.”

Urs head appeared beside hers, grinning as he wiggled into a better position to adjust his clothes before exiting the warmth of the blanket.

“If you got frost bite, then I wasn’t doing my job.”

She laughed as he ducked under again, tugging on her snow pants until he could slide them up over her bottom.

They collected the leftover bits and pieces {her bra and panties, his Calvins}, folded up the blankets and headed home to start implementing plans.
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CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO…A FAIR TRADE & OFF TO NY

First thing on their new agenda was to visit the doctor. He blustered a bit, telling Mia that it was too soon, that she should give her body a rest then admitting that she was remarkably healthy and he could see no problems. He tentatively confirmed their suspicions but insisted on sending away to a lab for positive testing and making her very impatient…she wanted to know NOW but would have to wait a couple of weeks, just to be sure.

While they were in town they picked up a small Christmas tree for Tobias and Keeshia to go with the old decorations that were in the boot, purchased strings of the LED lights that Urs favored and a couple of bottles of the plonk that he knew Tobias was fond of.

The elder couple were happy to see them, overjoyed with the tree and Keeshia actually cried over the decorations, taking them out of the thick wrappings and reminiscing about years past when she had seen them on Sophia’s tree.

Of course they were invited to dinner, Urs knew they would be and all settled in comfortably while Tobias went out back to get a chicken for the pot.

“Is he going to kill one?” Mia asked, wide-eyed, while Keeshia was busy getting glasses for the wine and Urs chuckled.

“I hope so…it’s much easier to eat if it’s dead.”

He laughed at her horrified look.

“Where do you think the meat we eat everyday comes from, Love?”

“I know but …I just feel responsible this time…it’s so much more impersonal if you just pick a package out of all the others at the supermarket.”

“I guess that means no chickens on the farm for us.”

“Eggs…we can have some for eggs and let them die of old age.”

Urs was laughing when Keeshia returned and Mia adroitly changed the subject.

They were chatting about the little cottage and Christmas when Tobias came back, carrying the carcass of a chicken in one wrinkled old hand. Mia couldn’t resist looking and felt slightly better…it didn’t resemble one of the pretty fowl she had seen in the pen, not really: no head or feathers, likely no entrails either since there was a gaping hole at one end…it did still have feet though and she quickly averted her eyes, making her too observant husband smile and cough discretely as he tried not to laugh.

Once Tobias had washed up and was sitting in his rocker with a glass of wine, Urs broached the subject behind their unexpected visit.

“Onkle Tobi, I have a favor to ask of you. We have a nice orchard on the farm that needs some loving care to bring it back to bearing usable fruit…and we would like to have a garden, maybe even an herb garden near the house…Mia isn’t familiar with gardening, though she’s eager to learn and you know how my schedule keeps taking me away…we need someone to oversee the workers we will hire, someone who is good at gardening…not to do the heavy work, just to make sure it gets done right. I wondered if you and I could come to some kind of agreement.”

The elder had a twinkle in his eyes, knowing full well where Urs was heading and grateful that his young nephew was thoughtful enough to speak in terms that would let everyone keep their pride.

“Sounds like a big project…might be I could lend a hand.”

Urs looked serious for a moment…this would be the trickiest part but he sighed and forged ahead.

“The only problem is that for insurance purposes anyone who works on the farm has to be an employee and therefore covered…so I thought maybe we could trade…regular wages at the standard rate with the bonus, because of your years of experience, of staff quarters, rent free of course, year round. Mia may be expecting our second child and it would relieve a great deal of the stress from her shoulders to have someone like you to rely on…and I would greatly appreciate your help.”

He waited nervously for the response…had he offered the arrangement in a way that would make the elder save face? It actually would be a great help to have him but there were other routes Urs could have gone, all outside the family and he preferred this way.

“Keeshia does the herbs…always has…”

“Then we would have to put her on staff as well…for insurance.”

Tobias stared at Urs for a moment then smiled.

“You’ve always been a good, thoughtful boy…another baby? Well done, Little Bear!! We can’t do anything much until spring, you know…too hard on the trees to prune now. But we could have a look and make some plans.”

“Then I’d best put you on the payroll right away…just to be safe.”

The two men shook on it and Keeshia, beaming with pleasure refilled the glasses, bending down to kiss Urs’ brow and whisper ‘Tactfully done, Danke!”

They had what was to Urs and Mia a very early dinner…she actually managed to eat some of the chicken, using her possible pregnancy as an excuse for a poor appetite…Urs wolfed his down, appreciating the good farm type meal and reminding himself to see that she snacked on something when they got home.

**

“MIA!!!”

Urs had shouted using his back of the house Opera voice and Mia bolted from her chair in the office, racing down the stairs to arrive in the Lounge, panicked and breathless.

“Sorry…I wanted you to see what he did and when I yelled it scared him so he sat down…watch!!”

He had taken Toni out of his play area, letting him have some freedom and getting him accustomed to navigating through the Lounge. At the moment Toni was sitting on his round bottom, deciding whether his Papa’s really loud voice was something scary or just part of another game. Urs reached down and stood him on his feet, backing off a ways and crouching with his hands held out to the boy.
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“Show Mama what a smart boy you are…come to Papa…c’mon, you can do it…”

Toni chortled happily …and took a step, wobbled then found his balance and took another, just reaching the tips of Urs fingers when he started to fold. Urs caught him under the arms and raised him up high, doing their aeroplane thingy and crooning to his son.

“What a smart boy…did you see, Mia, he walked…Mein gott…we’ll be in so much trouble now…in a week he’ll be into everything…he’ll need a leash to keep him out of trouble!!!”

Mia was sitting on the stair step, letting her heart return from the spot in her throat where it had lodged during her mad flight down the stairs and smiling as she watched the two males in her life, the Big Boy and the Little.

“I suppose you’re going to take credit for this achievement too, Papa…”

“Of course…all the good things he does, I taught him…you get to deal with the naughty bits.”

Urs brought their son over and sat on the step beside her.

“What an amazing adventure this is, being a father…or a mother…he seems to change everyday right now…”

“Biket…biket…Papa…biket…” Toni said and Urs grinned.

“In Toni-speak, in case you need a translation, that’s biscuit…I taught him that this morning while you were in the shower…had to eat 5 of those nasty baby cookies before he got it.”

“My hero!!” Mia said with her voice dripping with sarcasm then she spoiled the effect by laughing.

They went to the kitchen and Toni got his ‘biket’ while Papa feasted on something more to his liking…no, not Mama… chocolate covered Florentinas.

**

On Thursday they headed out for Geneva to meet up with the principles who would accompany them to New York. Nate and Sig dropped by the condo in the early evening, full of all sorts of news about their search for a baby and a promise to join them for the Christmas celebrations.

“For a week…do you think you can stand to have us under foot for that long?” Nate asked with an endearing grin that neither could resist.

“Over the New Year as well…Bonus!!” Urs exclaimed, very happy that they could come and pleased that it worked well with the surprise he had planned for Mia.

They talked at length about the plans that had been decided while out at the falls. Nate promised to get the ball rolling on the Production Company and to make tentative enquiries into property sales. The rest of the evening they just chatted after Toni went to bed, tired out from showing off his many new skills.

Friday they met the others at the airport, using three porters for the necessary luggage involved in traveling , four adults and one child…fortunately Urs had the foresight to insist on a charter this time so there was lots of room…and comfort and the usually tedious trip was accomplished in no time, so it seemed.

It took three limos to cart all the people and luggage to their chosen hotel, The Peninsula at Fifth and Fifty-fifth. It was an Art Deco hotel, completely refurbished only a few years back and chosen because unlike most NY hotels, this one had not only all the luxury amenities but a Pool and the Executive Suite that could, if required, contain 3 bedrooms, that way Mia and Ciara could have Toni in between them and share duties.

The dining area was large, big enough to accommodate 12 people and the restaurant would cater any dinner parties, another bonus since Urs wanted to have his friends over for a meal that would be much more private in the suite than a public restaurant.

They settled in and he began calling David, hoping to catch him before he got busy with rehearsals…not to be, so he left a message and busied himself playing with Toni on the thick carpet.

About an hour later there was a loud knocking on the door to the suite and Urs began laughing.

“That’s David…I’d bet on it…he’s been dying to meet you …something about not believing I could fall in love with a brunette midget.”

The ‘midget’ in question made a flying leap onto his lap before he could get up to answer the door.

“Make him wait…MIDGET indeed…I’m just perfect for you…you know we fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.”

The banging continued while Mia convinced him that their mouths at least were exactly the right size and he stood with her limpet like attached to his chest. She sighed and let him go and he grinned at her, mouthing ‘Later…and that’s a promise!’ as he took long strides to the door.

“Urs…I got your message, buddy and I was close by…so where is she…and your son, did you bring him too?”

“Hello to you too, Stretch….in the Lounge and yes, of course but he’s sleeping…or at least he was until some-one tried to knock the door in.”

David spotted Mia standing in the Lounge and brushed past Urs to scoop her into a bear hug that had her feet a good 24 inches off the floor.

“Hi…I’m David…and you’re beautiful.”

She laughed and tried to wiggle free, looking at Urs for help but he just shrugged and slid his hands into his pockets.

“Unhand my woman, buddy…I can still take you…I think.”

“Only if you stand on something,” David teased as he lowered Mia to the floor and stood with his arm around her shoulders.

Ciara came out of the bedroom, carrying a sleepy little boy and Toni spotted his Papa, immediately going into his little chant.

“Biket, Papa…Biket.”

He held his arms out to Urs and David stood awestruck as Urs cradled the tiny boy against his chest, talking to him and wiping a tear off his rosy cheek with his thumb.

“David, this is Toni…our son.”

Toni looked up from the safety of his Papa’s arms and favored the newcomer with a little smile, showing off all of his now 8 teeth.

“You’re a father…you really are a father…it looks so right for you, Urs…like there has always been something missing and now you’re complete as a person.”

Urs smiled and stroked his hand over Toni’s curls.

“It’s how I feel…come on…there’s been a request for a biscuit…let’s see if Mama knows where they are.”

“You spoil him, Urs…he should have his dinner first, then a biscuit….David would you like coffee or a drink?…I’ve been so looking forward to meeting you. I wanted to thank you for letting us use your hideaway when I was recovering.”

Mia held her hand out to the tall man and when he took it she led him into the Lounge, asking Ciara, quietly, to make some coffee, please, in the tiny kitchenette.

“You speak Swiss/German…that’s handy are you from Switzerland?”

“No, from Canada…and I don’t speak it really well yet but I’m improving…we want all the children to be multi-lingual, just like Urs is so I have some catching up to do.”

“ALL the children? You have more?”

“Not yet,” she said with a laugh as she sat on the sofa beside his long body, curling her feet up under her jeans clad bottom and leaning back on Urs who was perched on the sofa arm.

“We’re working on it…we want a house full and that takes time,” Urs said with a grin.

“Do you have a concert tonight?” Mia asked and David shook his head.

“No, it’s an off night…I left all the guys and our ladies and scooted up here…come for dinner with us…I know everyone would love to see Urs and to meet you.

Mia glanced at Urs and he shrugged.

“If you’re too tired, Liebe, we can make it another night.”

“I’m fine…but I think Toni, Ciara and Matt need an early night…just let me go see.”

Ciara was just finishing setting up the trolley with cups and coffee when Mia went in the kitchen.

She sighed and admitted that the traveling had tired her out…her body no longer knew what time it was.

“Would you mind if Urs and I went out with his friends for dinner? You and Matt could order room service and they have a special children’s menu for babies that they promised would be available. He’s really eager to go but won’t say it, in case we are too jetlagged.”

“Child, that’s what Matt and I are here for…go…have a good time and we’ll see if sleep will help us get adjusted…it worked for LA, last time and this isn’t quite as far.”

Mia threw her arms around the tired woman and hugged her.

“You know I love you, don’t you? I just don’t know what we would have done without you and Matt…it’s like having a sister, being around you…I always wanted a sister.”

“Naughty child…you’ve made me cry…I love you too…now take the coffee in to the men and let me go dry my eyes.”

Mia laughed and pushed the trolley in to the Lounge, giggling when she found David laying flat out on the floor with Toni climbing on him.

“MIA!!” he said in his back of the house voice. “You have to talk to Sara…I want one of these…OOPS!! No jumping on that part of Uncle David, little man…I would like to have children some time in the future.”

Urs rescued David from becoming a eunuch, accidentally, and got a big sloppy kiss from Toni as a reward….then he struggled to get back to his new toy. Mia saved the day with the magic arrival of a biscuit from her cavernous handbag and passed Toni off to Ciara who wanted him for his bath…after the biscuit he would need one of course.

They planned their outing, promising to meet David in the lobby of his hotel at 8P.M. New York time.

“He says you’re beautiful and I’m different…happier, more content…he says I laugh more now…and he’s right,” Urs said as they snuggled just inside the door after seeing David to the lift.

“We have time to have a shower before we get ready…let’s get Toni settled then have a long…interesting… shower.”

He kissed her tenderly and whispered in her ear, taking the opportunity to nibble, just a bit.

“I do like the way you think…no wonder I’m such a happy man.”
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CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

Toni was settled for the night, Ciara and Matt were cozily ensconced in the Lounge waiting for their Room Service meal and Urs and Mia were showered, shaved and still glowing by 7:30 New York time. Mia had looked up the restaurant online and they had dressed appropriately, Armani for Urs, no tie and of course his shirt cuffs undone {the man detested anything tight around his wrists other than a watch} and Mia in a pale mauve silk dress that complimented his deeper fuchsia shirt nicely.

“You look good enough to nibble on…maybe we should stay home…we’re meeting 4 very handsome men and I don’t like the idea of competition….I could keep you happy, right here,” he said with a leer as he helped her on with her long coat.

“Are you fishing? You know that no one can compete with you, my own personal Swiss Lover….besides they will all have their ladies with them.”

He laughed and kissed her on the neck then re-arranged her scarf once more.

“You caught me…yes, I was fishing …I like to hear you telling me that I make you happy…and today you only said it a half dozen times.” He grinned as she shook her head in exasperation, then pulled his head down to whisper something naughty in his ear.

“Really? What color? With the matching little lacy bit?”

She smirked and didn’t answer, just pulled on her gloves and headed for the door.

“Have a good night you two and sleep off the jet-lag…we’ll be very quiet when we get back.”

Urs had no choice but to follow her.

The cab ride to Bayard’s wasn’t that far so they arrived early and spent some time in the bar waiting for the others, Urs nursing an imported German beer and Mia sipping on a Mocktail, just in case her suspicions were correct. It was a beautiful old colonial style building, completely refurbished and in keeping with the era, the gaslight converted to electric but done so skillfully that they still looked authentic.

David and Sara arrived first, both easy to spot because of their height and Mia knew at a glance that this was a woman she could like. Sara was pretty, another brunette and tall, nearly reaching David’s height in her high heels. She wore her simply designed shirtwaist dress in a pale blue cashmere with a model’s elegance, had accessorized with a twisted silver chain and matching drop ear rings, but it wasn’t the couture that impressed Mia …it was the cheerful smile, the honest enthusiasm she showed when they met.

“David told me how pretty you are…and how impressed he was with your son…did he try to get you to talk me into having a baby? We go round and round about it…he wants one now and I want to wait until they aren’t quite so busy…and when I’m not releasing an album myself.”

“I figured you would know about that…it didn’t work…I just changed the subject… so you’re a performer as well…when does your album come out?”

They chatted away as if they had known each other for years, totally ignoring their men who watched with amused smiles.

“It doesn’t do any good to try to put one over on them, you know,” Urs said softly to his friend. “They always know…it’s almost impossible to arrange surprises for Mia…she senses that I’m up to something every time…well almost everytime.” He leaned closer and smirked. “I do have something I’ve been working on for New Year’s Eve…something that will make her very happy…and no I’m not telling you…I know how you never mean to but you always let the cat out of the bag. It always amazes me that you manage to pull pranks yourself…you constantly tell on anyone else.”

David laughed that full throated, shaking his whole body, laugh that made everyone around join in even when they didn’t know why.

“It’s an evil plan of mine…that way I get to retain my title as the King of the Pranksters.”

A strikingly handsome young man escorted a petite raven haired beauty into the bar and all heads turned in their direction…they were indeed a handsome couple.

“Here comes the Baby!!...Vittorio, over here…”

Vittorio Grigolo, the youngest member of Il Divo, the Italian tenor who filled the spot Urs would have taken and his French girl friend, Simone, waved and approached to be introduced.

“What a pleasure,” he said with a huge grin as he greeted Urs. “My rival…I hope you are pleased with the performances…if I had known how hard we would be working, perhaps I too would have refused the offer.”

Urs smiled at the blunt way the young man had of speaking.

“I don’t regret not joining the group…it was Fate that I should continue with the Geneva Opera, Fate that brought me my lovely wife and son…who am I to argue with Fate? And I’m pleased to see the success you four have achieved…we have all your albums and play them all the time.”

Sebastian and Renee arrived with Carlos and Geraldine and the noise level went up considerably, so much so that the hostess quickly ushered them into the lifts and up to their reserved room on an upper floor.

It was again completely done in colonial style, including a fireplace with logs snapping and crackling behind the mesh and glass fire-screen. Appetizers were set out on an antique sideboard and a bartender hovered discretely, offering mixed drinks, non-alcoholic as well or wine, both red and white.

They chatted about the grueling tour that the Divos had completed in the fall of last year and the private concerts and corporate appearances they had done since then, all four men taking turns relating some of the more outrageous events that had occurred back stage.

“Remember when we were in Manchester, back in May and someone managed to take a picture of us in the wings, doing our flying change routine. Mia, we had so little time to change and the dressing rooms were too far away so Vittorio said…’Me, I do not see thees as a problema…we will put on the pants in the dark at the stage side…no one will see and it will be vite, vite, done….’…so we went along with it and of course got caught in our black Calvins…the moderators really had to scramble to make sure no one posted those pics.”

“That wasn’t as bad as after I had my shoe stolen…I put the new pair on and it felt squishy and all I could think of was how you had said we should Super Glue them to my feet…” Seb shook his finger at David who was laughing so hard he was bent almost double.

“You looked…so funny…ripping your shoes off and swearing in French, walking on your heels as fast as you could to wash off the glue…which by the way was Vaseline.”

“And when Carlos had a nap right before the show and wore one of those ‘stop snoring strips’…. no one told him until half way through the first track that he forgot to take it off.”

Gerry laughed and shook her head.

“See what you missed, Urs? Sometimes I wonder if they’ll ever grow up.”

The waiter informed the group at large that dinner was about to be served, if they cared to take their seats and for a few minutes they jostled around, selecting their places.

Mia watched quietly as the conversation flowed around the table. There was a closeness among the men, not so much like brothers as some of the publicity claimed but more like respected business partners with wicked senses of humor. For some reason the women seemed to have developed a friendship without the constraints of working together day after day and she sighed with relief that Urs had not taken the part with the group when it was offered to him. He would have hated the constant travel, being in someone’s pocket, so to speak, no freedom to get out into the natural world…and of course they might not have met. He genuinely liked and respected the members of the group, perhaps more so since he didn’t have to be with them constantly. Still she looked forward to hearing them sing with him at the benefit performance…his unique voice would blend perfectly with theirs…but of course that was just her opinion. She tuned in to what he was talking about with David when she caught part of a sentence.
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“…studio, perhaps in town….Pers has suggested one of his apprentices that he claims is brilliant and doesn’t really have the opportunity to do his best work in Stockholm…he needs more of a challenge so I’ve been thinking that maybe that’s the way to go…I’ll have to go to Stockholm and talk with him but it’s a possibility.”

“I’ll bet he means Magnus…we met him when we worked on the new album…absolutely brilliant…he can make anyone sound good. Urs I’m happy for you, man…we likely have a couple more years of the current genre and then I can see us all doing other things, maybe producing an album every couple of years for a while, if the demand is there…I think we would all like to get back to what we were doing before, maybe only part time …it’s something we talk about regularly but haven’t made any final decisions yet. That’s why I accepted those solo dates over the winter months…to kind of test the waters.”

Urs nodded.

“And the response was phenomenal, I understand…there’s one more thing I need to discuss with you and soon…I’ve finished my Opera and I’m going to be looking for a tenor with an amazing top for the lead…we’ll have to compare schedules in the next couple of years and …who knows?”

The doors opened and waiters pushing trolleys came in to deposit platters and plates on the table, full of elegant, beautifully presented food, all ordered ahead to suit each person’s tastes.

Talk of business ended but wasn’t forgotten as they enjoyed the sumptuous dinner…the added bonus being no interruptions by well meaning fans.

**

“Do you ever regret turning down the third tenor spot with the group? I know you like all of them but I just wondered,” Mia asked when they were home and getting ready for bed.

It had been a lovely evening…good food and drink, great companions and conversation, plans to meet up again outside of work…and unknown to Urs only one dicey moment in the Ladies after dinner with Simone, the pretty, though acid tongued girlfriend of Vittorio, who for some unknown reason seemed to resent the easy friendship that the men had with Urs.

The women had all gone to refresh makeup after dinner, taking turns in the two stalls and sitting in front of the luxurious gilded mirrors in the ante-room on little padded stools, making perfection perfect.

“You are most lucky that your man does not have to be shared so much with other women,” she said to Mia as she dabbed at her flawless skin.

Mia glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

“I mean he is not so famous as my Vittorio…the women do not follow so much or attack like they did Vitto in Mexico, right on the stage…but then he is Italian and very much the man…I must make allowances.”

Gerry overheard the comment and laughed.

“Here we go again…Simone you don’t have to be defensive about your guy, not with Aramia…just look at them together…she has no designs on your Vitto…even if he did try to flirt with her at dinner.”

“He was just being polite to a newcomer! It meant nothing!”

“And it meant nothing to me, Simone…Urs is the only man I want in my life…he makes me very happy…and I trust him completely.”

The French beauty pouted prettily, admiring the look in the mirror before she turned her gaze to Mia’s calm face once more.

“Ah!!!...so you are able to control him? Well done…you must tell me your secret.”

Mia sighed and smiled sweetly at the woman.

“Control? No we don’t control each other…we love and respect each other and find no need for ‘Control’…the only secret we have is that I enjoy the fact that he is a man, my man, and I am his woman…and neither of us wants to change the other.”

Sara and Renee came back and caught the end of the conversation, caught Mia’s eye and shook their heads.

Simone flounced out, mentioning something about a pretty waitress and the 4 women laughed quietly.

“She has a bit of a problem with Vitto…she’s a pretty little thing but quite clingy and doesn’t trust him, not for a second…he tends to…wander and she punishes him by refusing him her bed…silly girl… don’t pay an attention to her, Mia…she obviously has no idea how famous Urs is or what a real relationship consists of…” Renee smiled and hugged Mia and they began discussing the wedding upcoming in the summer for Renee and Sebastien.

“We’re almost at the point of chucking the whole lot and eloping…but my folks are coming from Sydney and they would be really disappointed if we scarpered.”

They all laughed as they joined the men again, ignoring the fact that Simone was plastered to Vitto’s arm and glowered at the women as they laughed and sat down to their after dinner drinks.

Now looking back, Mia felt sad for the French woman…how dreadful it must be to be so insecure in a relationship. She went to Urs and hugged him, hard, lifting her face up to offer him her mouth and sighing when he obliged, making her toes curl and her stomach to heat with flutters of desire.

He raised his head and smiled down at her flushed face.

“No…I don’t regret it, not for a minute…I’m right where I want to be, where I need to be….except…I seem to remember something that was said early in the evening…something about new lingerie or is my memory failing me?”

She laughed and spun away from him, stopping in the doorway and letting her robe fall open for a flash of black silk and lace…ever so slowly she let it slide off her shoulders, revealing a bit more… one lace covered leg that seemed impossibly long from the spike heeled black sling-back pumps, that little scrap of lace that covered next to nothing, the bustier above that shimmered with bead work and satin, making her already generous chest even more pronounced…by the time the robe slid, unnoticed, to the floor and she backed into the bedroom, his eyes had glazed and he followed eagerly….it was time to unwrap his present.

This time he unwrapped her with exquisite gentleness, slowly savoring each revelation, caressing with tender fingertips, tasting with soft lips and wet tongue until her entire body was vibrating with need. When he gently drew the lacey stockings down her leg and slipped the black pump off her foot to suck lightly on her toes she slid her other foot out of the remaining pump and rested it against his groin, wiggling her toes against the ridge of throbbing manhood that she could feel straining to be freed.

“Patience, Little Love…” he whispered, his voice deep and throaty with passion.

He abandoned her foot and drew her up until herbody was against his, leaning down to suckled one breast while he kneaded the other, then switching places while she arched her back and moaned. Her hands worked his shrts down over his hips to drop to the floor and she drew away from him, only for a moment to drop to her knees and rest her face against him for a second while her hand cupped his velvety sacs, her thumb stroking the flat erogenous spot between his sacs and penis.

“AHHHH! OH Mia!!” His hands twined in her hair and she moved her mouth to trail her lips wetly up the length of him, stopping to lick the pre-cum from the engorged head…and making him cry out when she suddenly closed her lips around him and sucked him into the hot, wet depths of her mouth, the tip dripping into her throat as she suckeld, one hand working the shaft in a corkscrew motion that had him gasping, unable to wait any longer.

With a moan he came, her hot tongue lapping at his shaft, drinking in his seed as it spurted into her mouth and for a moment he stopped breathing.

She rose slowly and shared the taste of him in a deep kiss while he shook with the emotion that still swamped him.

When she drew away she tugged him towards the edge of the bed, laying back and holding her arms up.

“My turn…” she said just above a whisper, spreading her legs apart to wrap around his and pull him closer.

“My pleasure…” he answered with a groan and dropped down to bury his mouth in her mound, parting the folds with his long fingers, his mouth open and tongue flicking against her nub, two long fingers gently entering and slowly pumping.

She writhed underneath him, her breathing shallow and rapid and he slid up her body, his hands still engaged in bringing her to the peak, to suck on her breasts.

She could feel him getting hard again.

“Inside…I need to feel your big cock inside me….”

He raised up and smiled, adjusting his body so he was poised at the entrance, hot and rigid once more, the curly nest at his groin tight against her mound, aching to feel him moving.

One hand came up to her mouth and he offered her his wet fingers.

She drew them into her mouth and in the same instant he plunged inside….three deep strokes and they reached orgasm, shuddering as the spasms rolled through them.

Urs collapsed on her fighting for breath, worried that he was too heavy but not able to move as he felt her tighten and shiver, tighten and relax, again and again.

“So…that’s what I taste like…” she murmured when her breathing was almost back to normal.

“This is even better,” he said and reached between them to swipe his fingers through the folds and dip into her slick entrance. He brought his hand back up and sucked the juices off of one finger, offering the other to her, feeling his body jerk when she licked then sucked his fingers, then pulled his head down to invade his mouth.

Urs groaned and buried his head against her neck when she let his mouth free again.

“Woman, you are my own personal Viagra.”

She laughed, still laying limply under his body but aware that he was stirring once more.

“If we keep this up I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

He sighed and wiggled against her.

“We should probably get some sleep.”

“Or shower…we’re all sweaty.”

He was silent for a moment and she thought he had gone to sleep, even though she could feel his member against her mound, beoming more and more rigid by the second.

“Mia…”

“Yes, Love?”

“Encore?”

She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist, sighing with pleasure when she felt him slide into place and begin slowly rocking his hips.

“I love you,” he whispered against her mouth as he tenderly took her lips.

The dance this time was slow and sweet, a gradual building of desire that filled them both with a feeling of completion and love that would never, ever die.
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CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR…

“There’s something about knowing that we may have created a life that makes me….” he murmured against her neck, not really thinking about getting up and starting the busy day ahead of him.

“You certainly are,” Mia chuckled, shivering when he touched his wet tongue to her ear. “And here I thought it was because of the new black lace. Urs last night was incredible....worth every ache and sore muscle I have today.”

He laughed and rolled to lay on her chest, his arms on each side, trapping her in place.

“MMMM yes, that black lace…it was a first for me too…3 times in succession…you are irresistible, my little wife…but I have to be at the venue in an hour so if I want breakfast and a shower I’d best let Mr. Happy go back to sleep. Will you make coffee?”

“You don’t want to shower with me?” she said, pretending to pout.

Urs grinned and kissed her quickly on her pouty lips.

“Not a chance, Wife…we both know what would happen and then I’d be late and ruin the reputation of a whole country. Coffee!!! Bitte!!”

He bounced off the bed and hustled into the bathroom, pausing at the door to let her enjoy one last look at his naked form and tease her with a blinky wink. He was laughing as he shut the door and began singing as he started the water.

Mia struggled out of the tangled mess they had made of the bed linens and donned her robe, smiling when she heard how happy he was.

‘It really is the little things that make our lives so special…I love to hear him so happy he can’t hold the music in…and last night listening to him talking to the others about our plans…he really is happy about what we’re doing…I was worried it was because of me or the children but I think he really wants to do this…and it makes me so happy….why can’t Simone see that she has to let Vitto be true to himself…she has to let him be a man and if what they have together is real than he won’t stray…Urs still appreciates looking at the occasional lovely woman but I’m the one he comes home with, laughs with, shares with…and loves…like the other day when we were in the airport and that leggy blonde was in the next line…he looked at her, one quick scan from head to toe then glanced at me and leaned down to whisper ‘no contest’…I knew what he meant…she had next to no rack…he’s such a tease…but he’s MY tease and I love him.’

The coffee was waiting on the little warmer when he came out of their bedroom, freshly shaved and showered, wearing his jeans since they would only be rehearsing at the venue and carrying one of his vast collection of Harley tees.

“I found some croissants in the pantry and some of that elderberry jam you like….and there’s a nice selection of fresh fruit…that should keep you going for a while…I’m sure they’ll have a caterer at the venue with snacks.”

“Danke, Liebe,” he said stepping over the chair and downing his first scalding cup of coffee in one chug that always made her wince.

She poured him another, a juice for herself and sat at the table to keep him company.

“The girls are coming over this afternoon for a swim…apparently there’s no pool at their hotel…I thought we might have everyone back here for dinner if they don’t have other plans…what do you think?”

“It works for me, Love,” he said around a mouthful of croissant and jam. “We have that interview with Letterman tonight but not until late…are you coming with me?”

“Absolutley…what are you wearing?”

“The black pin stripe, I think…and maybe the red shirt…we are doing a Christmas special…”

Mia laughed.

“You just want an excuse to wear those black and red snakeskin boots in public…but they do look good on you …and you know it…Urs Buhler, sometimes you are such a Prima Donna.”

He blinky winked her and shared the taste of his elderberry jam in a deep passionate kiss then scurried away to brush his teeth.

One pause to cuddle Toni and ask Ciara how she felt now and he was gone at a run, shrugging into his hip length leather jacket as he ran for the lift.

**

The girls arrived just after lunch and were thrilled when they learned that Mia had decided to give Ciara and Matt a chance to get out and see the city so she had Toni ready to go to the pool as well.

They trouped down, clad in their suits with robes over top, Toni in his little convertible stroller and were suitably impressed with the size and facilities available.

“Urs likes to swim and so do I…that’s why he picked this hotel…he’s been taking Toni into the pool in town and teaching him how to swim before he forgets that he spent 9 months doing it already.”

“Sim, Mama…Sim!!” Toni crowed when he saw the pool, waving his hands to be picked up and kicking his bare feet.

“He doesn’t talk very well does he,” Simone said with a look of distaste, keeping her distance from the cheerful little boy.

“You probably didn’t either at that age, Simone…how old is he, Mia?” Sara asked, reaching down to tickle his tummy.

“Nine months next Friday…his doctor says he’s very advanced for his age…probably because we spend a lot of time with him. Urs is always trying to teach him new words.”

“Don’t you find it kind of ‘girly’ that a man would spend so much time with a baby? I mean a bigger boy that you can actually play with, that’s Okay but a baby?”

Mia loosened the belt on her robe and fixed her eyes on the petite French woman, trying hard to remember that this woman was her guest.

“Actually no I don’t…I think it’s a good indication that a man is so secure with his masculinity that he feels comfortable around his child.”

She slid her robe off her shoulders and draped it over her chair, bending over to pick Toni up and walk over to the edge of the shallow end of the pool.

Unfortunately her black one piece suit didn’t cover the still pink scars on her chest and back and Simone reacted in horror.

“OH, Sacre bleu!! Such ugly sicatrice!! I would die for my Vitto to see those on my body…”

Mia pretended not to hear her, or to hear the way she gasped when Renee and Sara grabbed her and physically dragged her further away.

“What is it with you? You’ve been out to hurt that woman ever since you met her last night…first you think she’s after Vitto, which is ridiculous…have you really looked at how gorgeous and attentive her husband is? Then you bad mouth her son and insult her husband and now you’re rude to her…either shut your mouth and behave or get a sudden blinding headache and leave.” Sara was red faced with anger as she loomed over the much shorter woman.

Gerry came up to them and handed Simone her bag.

“Sorry about your headache…wait for me by the lift while I get the key from Mia…I’ll go upstairs with you while you change.”
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None of them spoke of what had happened. Sara and Renee entered the pool and played with Toni, passing him back and forth, making him laugh and soon Mia had shrugged off the sadness she felt at hearing the dislike in the French woman’s voice. She showed them how Urs was teaching Toni to swim and how good he was, the reflex still with him to not breathe underwater. When Gerry came back, alone, they had tired the wee boy out and Mia dried him off, putting him in the stroller with the back down and letting him fall asleep.

She stretched out on the lounge next to the stroller and Gerry parked herself on the next one.

“Sorry about that…she’s kind of insecure…she caught Vitto snuggling with one of the crew, nothing serious, just the back lash from a fight they had and she’s been taking it out on everyone. You and Urs, on the other hand, look like the honeymoon will never end.”

Mia laughed and blushed lightly.

“I hope not…he really is a very special man…I’m so lucky…and you and Carlos…tell me about that romantic wedding in Disneyland …were you really surprised?”

Gerry recognized the adroit subject change but was always happy to talk about her wedding…and she liked Mia, wanted to see her smiling again, so she regaled her with the story about the surprise wedding.

They were still at the pool just after 4 p.m. when suddenly 5 handsome men in swim trunks and robes burst through the doors and joined them.

“We finished early and came to join you…why aren’t you wet?” David said as he reached Sara, scooping her up and making a flying dash to the edge to jump in. She was howling with laughter and spluttering when they came up for air…

“Anyone want to bet he forgot his cell phone AGAIN?” Sebastien said with a head shake and eye roll.

“You lose,” Carlos said with a grin as he pulled both his phone and David’s out of his pocket.

“Where is Simone?” Vittorio asked and Gerry answered.

“Headache…she went back to the hotel.”

He stared for a moment, glanced at Mia then shrugged, dropped his robe on a chair and dove in the pool.

Seb and Renee were sharing a chair, snuggling and stood to go for a leisurely swim.

Urs checked on Toni who had managed to sleep through all the voices, leaned over Mia for a kiss and asked if she was coming in. They both dove in, found each other underwater and tangled their bodies to indulge in an underwater kiss.

“She gave you a hard time…I was afraid of that…the girls gang up on her?”

“Yes and yes…she’s very insecure and unhappy…I was just handy for her to vent on. So how was the rehearsal?”

“Great…the acoustics are superb and of course the guys are in top form….it was fun singing with such pros. Did you ask the girls about dinner?”

“No…I thought you might like to…oops…looks like a little man has surfaced…he probably heard his Papa’s voice.”

She saw Gerry picking Toni up and cuddling him, smiled when Urs beat her to the edge and levered himself out. He reached back down for her hands and lifted her easily, letting his hands wander to her wet bottom before grinning and letting her go.

Toni must have thought he was being rewarded for something since he got to swim twice that day, once even with his Papa and new Onkles.

**

Everyone left, going back to their hotels for showers and a change of clothes in preparation for a nice evening and the interview and small performance on the Letterman show. Even Simone came back when the others arrived, just after 8, just in time to say good night to Toni and have a quick drink before hotel catering laid on a splendid buffet dinner in the spacious dining area. Ciara and Matt, excused themselves, not really comfortable with a room full of strangers, using the old jetlag reason when really they just wanted to cuddle and watch some American television for a few hours.

Seb filled his plate and came over to sit beside Urs at the huge round table that the caterers had set up in the dining area, whisking the smaller one miraculously out of sight.

“This is a really nice hotel, mon ami…and a lovely meal…they even used real truffles for garnish on an excellent pate…this must be costing you a small fortune….just how much money DO you make?”

Renee had joined them and was appalled.

“Seb!! You don’t ask a man how much money he makes…that’s rude.”

“Not when he is a friend…and I’m curious.”

Urs laughed, not at all offended.

“I don’t know…enough I guess…Mia does my book-keeping now…my old management team was ripping me off royally so we have a new one but she keeps track of things, just to be safe….I heard her saying something about ‘you could run a small country with the amount of taxes that you pay’ so I guess there’s enough…and then there are investments and Mia’s company…it’s all so fluid…we’re selling the flat in London and the condo in Geneva, keeping the house in LA…it makes a fair bit in rentals to celebrities on location shoots in California and of course the farm…things have changed a bit for me though…I used to be content with enough to eat, a new pair of boots and fuel for the Harley…now I think about medical and university for the kids and having the orchard sprayed…I grew up and my priorities changed.”

“So when do we get to hear some of your Opera?” Carlos asked. “and is there a part in it for a handsome baritone?”

Urs chuckled and nodded.

“And a lovely soprano or two…I brought a copy with me…I’ll play it for you after dinner if David and Gerry can sight read some of the arias.”

The air of excitement was real in the dining room as all the singers in the room buzzed…to be the first to see a new work was a rare privilege and they could hardly wait.

Mia smiled, only now realizing why he had insisted that the piano in the Lounge was recently tuned. He had planned all along to test his new score on his friends.

‘Clever, Herr Buhler…you knew they couldn’t resist and they’re good enough friends to tell you the truth…no use asking me what I think…I love everything you do.’

With dinner and desserts out of the way they wandered into the Lounge, the majority reclining in the comfy chairs or on sofas with an after dinner drink while Urs, David and Gerry went to the piano and he plinked away at the keys while they followed along with the score he gave them, discussing some parts, trying some of the melodies until they had a fair idea of what he was getting at. David asked for a pencil to make a few notations on his copy and then suddenly Urs started the intro and they began.

“This is the scene where Piers is walking by a waterfall, singing because his heart is breaking…he thinks that Cleo will never love him, and he isn’t sure if he can go on without declaring his love for her…she hears him and answers but he thinks it’s a dream until she comes closer and touches his face.”

The melody was at first sad with undertones of hope and David sang it with the pure clear tenor that it needed, his voice vibrating with longing and a depth of despair that made even the seasoned eyes of the listeners well with tears. Then Gerry answered, softly, gaining in strength as she admitted her love and moved closer and they sang together, full of joy, of hope for the future, of determination to overcome any obstacles in the way of this undying love. When the last notes faded away there was silence for a moment then David fell to his knees and clasped his hands together in supplication.

“I have to sing this role!! Urs, my friend, my buddy…tell me you’ll let me sing this role when it opens…it’s amazing…is it all this powerful? I love it.”

Everyone had crowded around the piano, all talking at once, Carlos asking if he could see the baritone part, Sara wiping her eyes as she hugged David, Gerry teasing that she wanted to be Cleo but she would need a box to stand on for any kissing scenes.

“How long do we have to wait for the premiere?” Seb asked and Urs laughed.

“Probably a couple of years…I’d like to produce it myself with the new Production company and that isn’t even set up yet…and by that time we may be able to synchronize our schedules.”

“Why you are not singing the lead yourself?” Vittorio asked.

“I want to try something different, the production end of things…and David has a better top than I do…I’ll get my shot at it but for the first performances, I want David.”

They were still keyed up when they had to leave for CBS for the Letterman show…and of course sworn to secrecy.
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CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE….

Mia was surprised to find that the famous Green room wasn’t green at all but a nicely decorated sandy beige, well appointed with furnishings and the requisite mirrors for checking makeup and suits before being called on stage.

The guy paced nervously and Urs came to where she was seated to explain that no matter how often a performer did these appearances there was always that element of surprise that made them edgy.

“And are you nervous too?” she asked though she could see a trace of it on his face.

“Always…but only until I get out there…then I feel right at home.” He grinned and stroked her cheek gently, not wanting her to worry.

They watched with the girls from the wings as the Divos met Letterman on the dais in front of the orchestra and with only a little chit chat went into their number, Adeste Fidelis. During the commercial break they were escorted to the comfortable couches and briefed on what the questions would be, then the cameras were on again and it was the usual talk, about the tour last summer, the benefit they were performing at and as always about their personal lives….all old hat to them and they fielded the questions easily, tossing in the odd joke to make the whole affair light and funny.

Another commercial and then Urs was announced and he walked on stage to the mic, no hint of tension now, just the pro doing his job with passion. He reached the mic just before the intro ended and began singing Silent Night, in German, accompanied by a choir of young boys from St. Andre’s parish church. He joined the group clustered around Lettermans desk when his performance was done, his first remark one of praise for the voices of the young choir.

“That’s your competition …in about 20 years,” Letterman joked with his usual slightly acerbic manner.

“No problem…I’ve just recently married and my wife and I are working on raising our own little choir,” Urs answered with a grin that crinkled his eyes.

“Married? Why hasn’t this hit our news department? I thought you were the last of the available bachelor Opera tenors….is she in the audience?”

“No…she’s in the wings…would you like to meet her?”

“Get a shot of this woman….my god there’s a whole gaggle of them back there…bring them out…come on, ladies, let’s see your pretty faces.”

Reluctantly, except for Simone who fairly pranced into the camera range, all five women walked out on stage and went to her mate, all of whom had stood at their approach.

There weren’t enough seats for everyone but they quickly got sorted, Gerry on Carlos lap, not at all unnerved and smiling graciously, Sara taking David’s seat while he leaned on the back of the sofa and grinned, Renee in Seb’s seat while he sat on the arm and Vitto retaining his seat since Simone had perched on the edge of the coffee table, out in front of everyone of course. Urs handed Mia into his former chair and perched on the arm with his hand on her trembling shoulder.

She sat quietly, her face flushed, praying that she wouldn’t be asked a question since she was sure her tongue was in knots and would strangle her if she tried to speak, thankful that she had dressed nicely in the soft grey cashmere two piece and even added a little makeup.

Letterman had abandoned his script and was going down the line with introductions, a few questions: Sara’s new album soon to come out, Gerry’s solo act that had just hit the European market, Renee and Seb’s wedding. He quickly moved on past Simone when she claimed that her only occupation was to keep Vitto happy and then it was Mia’s turn. She smiled timidly at him as if afraid he would eat her alive.

“My dear…I haven’t devoured a Swiss lady all week…do I look that dangerous? I would hazard a guess that being in the spotlight is not something you’re comfortable with.”

Mia laughed and most of the tension left immediately as he had hoped it would.

“I find that one star in our family is quite enough Mr. Letterman.”

“David…Urs she’s lovely, you lucky dog…that isn’t a Swiss accent…where are you from Frau Buhler?”

“Mia, please…originally from Canada but Switzerland is my home now and I love it.”

“And what do you do when you aren’t learning how to yodel and climb mountains?”

“Sadly, Urs refuses to teach me how to yodel, so I have to busy myself with illustrating books, among other art projects…and being a wife and mother of course…that’s my primary concern.”

“You have a baby?…Urs you are good at keeping secrets.”

Urs grinned.

“Some things are just too special to share. Toni is almost 9 months old, very smart and funny…just like his Papa, a tenor of course.”

The music swelled for the next commercial and Letterman rose from behind the desk to thank the Divos and Urs, kissing all the ladies on the cheek except Simone who he was wary about because she had a predatory glint in her eyes and to her he offered his hand.

They all waved to the audience as they filed from the stage and Mia breathed a sigh of relief that it was over.

Ur chuckled softly as he heard her sigh and bent down to whisper in her ear….”Welcome to my world, Love…you did real well for the first time out.”

“And the last I hope,” she murmured.

**

Mia clicked her mobile shut to disconnect and smiled as Urs raised his brows in question.

“Gerry…she said she just had to vent….Simone was choked that Letterman didn’t treat her ‘with more respect’. Apparently it was a very noisy limo ride back to the hotel.”

“She’s a piece of work alright…but Vitto is young…he’ll soon learn about these no talent women who think they can sleep their way into fame and fortune….and Letterman is no fool…he’s seen her kind before. Personally she doesn’t do a thing for me,” he said as he came up behind her and pressed his semi-clad body against hers. “I prefer the little brunettes who don’t realize how incredibly sexy they are in only scraps of lacey panties, talking on the phone and laughing.”

He reached his hands to the front and cupped her in his palms.

“You bounce when you laugh….it’s very erotic,” he murmured against her neck.

“Shower?” she asked with a husky voice.

“Chair now….and shower later…”

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Matt opted to stay with Toni while the three adults went to the first night of the benefit performance, this one featuring a number of well known names, including Il Divo who would do 3 pieces, all in the Holiday spirit. They would be back for the second night to perform with Urs, doing Jerusalem and O Holy Night, before he sang with the principles from the Company in a medley of Christmas favorites.

Their tickets were for box seats and they had an excellent view of the stadium floor, were amazed when Il Divo was announced to see the flashing of hand held lights and waved red scarves….the place was filled to the rafters, not only with the rich and famous who had come out to support a good cause but fans of the guys who had somehow managed to score the hefty ticket price to attend.

As always the performance was flawless, converting some of the disbelievers in the audience to new fans, including Ciara who was amazed at the blend of voices and the charisma of the singers. She was a bit awestruck that these amazing men were the same ones who had been at the suite only hours before.

After the show when they went back stage, they could hear the crowd of people outside the stage doors and asked Seb if this was usual.

“We have very loyal fans…when I looked out at the rows I could see, because of the lights, you know, there were many faces that I recognized, from the UK, from Canada, even from Mexico…it feels good to know that they care enough to follow whenever they can…we will go out and sign some autographs for as long as the cold weather allows…we love our fans.”

“All except Vitto…Simone doesn’t like that he pays attention to the fans so she dragged him off through another door…I wish he would wise up to her,” Sara said as she helped David on with his heavy coat.

“Stay warm, Honey…I’ll see you back at the hotel.” The girls left with Urs, Ciara and Mia while the 3 Divos went out to graciously greet their cold, waiting public.

**

The next night was more or less a repeat with the addition of a few new names and Urs and the Company. Mia went back stage with him this time, blushing when many of the performers commented on her time spent with Letterman and saying that for a rookie she handled his teasing quite well. If they only knew how stunned she was to have people like Pink and Sting, even Madonna stop to talk to her, treating her like one of them, they wouldn’t have thought her quite so cool and collected.

Urs had just finished his makeup and was sitting quietly, chatting with Mia when the three Divos burst into his dressing room.

“He’s gone…the &^#$** is gone…the concierge says he took his luggage and left for the airport, going back to Italy!! I’ll bet that witch convinced him that he doesn’t need us and he’s quit…Fool we have a contract!! We’ll sue his butt off!!”

David was loud and angry as he paced the confines of the room, waving his hands to emphasize his rant, nearly incoherent but Urs caught the gist of his problem.

“Vitto? How could he just up and leave like that? Your tracks are scored for four voices….what are you going to do?”

All three of the Divos stopped milling about and stared intently at Urs. He shook his head at first then smiled, then grinned and nodded.

“It could work…I heard most of it during rehearsal…does anyone have a copy of the arrangements?”

David pulled some folded sheets out of an inside pocket with a grin and handed them to Urs.

“But only for tonight, you know, just to get you through this performance and then you’ll need to work things out with Vitto…and HER.”

And so it was that Urs sang as the fourth member of Il Divo, blending his voice with the other 3 singers with only a few missed cues that no one even noticed. The reviews in the Entertainment column the next day would not have made Simone, or Vittorio, very happy since they favored the new mix of voices over the old…and the whole night was an outstanding success with presales of the taping hitting a record high for the benefit, the presales of the video doing well also.

After the performances they all went to a small Trattoria for a celebratory dinner and a few bottles of red wine.

The two tables of partiers were relieved that their duties were over and disasters handled so well, but the conversation flowed around what the future would hold.

“We have nothing but solo performances or specials for the next year, then the new tour after the album is released. Our contract runs to the end of 2009…I wonder if Vitto will honor it.”

“He’s young but not stupid…he’s come so far in his career and this is the first time he’s made a bad move…I think you’ll find that he dumps his albatross of a companion and honors his contract…but he may not renew.” Urs said sitting back in his chair and swirling the wine in his glass.

“We’ve been planning some radical changes in it anyway…shorter tours, one year in the Western Hemisphere the next in the East…and an album every 18 months with 6 consecutive months off yearly to do other projects…if Vitto doesn’t renew, maybe there’s another tenor who might be interested…?” Seb raised his brows at Urs who laughed and nodded, once and only slightly.

“Call me next year and we’ll talk…I have enough on my plate right now to keep me busy but who knows? Tonight was fun…I’ll have to think about it.”

They partied well into the night, taking advantage of this last night together for a while since they would all be heading off for their homes the next day or so for Christmas with their families.

**

“There you go sir…didn’t take long…you sending it off to Europe?”

The rangy man shook his head and grinned, not a happy look the clerk thought…no, it bordered more on a sneer or the look of a person about to do something nasty. He made change and handed it to the customer.

“I’m taking this to a friend in Switzerland…”

“Wow…he must really like Letterman for you to have converted the recording to PAL…well, have a nice trip.”

“Count on it,” Harry said as he dropped the conversion in his jacket pocket and sauntered out of the shop.
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CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX

“Will you really consider joining the guys in Il Divo if the spot opens up?” Mia asked him as they lay in bed, spooned and letting their bodies cool.

“Maybe,” he murmured sleepily against her ear. “If they do sign on with an abbreviated schedule, something a little more humane…it could be fun…I like all of the guys and their ladies are great too, very understanding. We’ll have to see how things work out.”

She snuggled just a smidge closer, pulling his arm forward over her chest so she could play with his fingers.

“Do you think I’ll ever be able to play like you do…the piano I mean, so you can stop laughing! You have a one track mind, Herr Buhler…must be why I love you so much.”

“It takes a lot of practice, Baby but you’re coming along quite nicely…on the piano…in everything else you are a very quick study.”

She wiggled away from him and turned over to attack his ticklish spots, found that her plan failed miserably when his superior strength rolled them both over and pinned her to the mattress.

“No tickling!!! You know how I can’t stop laughing and then Toni will wake up and he’ll be cross in the morning….. and if you don’t stop looking at me like that I’ll….”

“You’ll what?” she grinned with a devilish glint in her eyes.

“I’ll get another bucket of ice cubes….”

She shuddered and raised her head to kiss him, making him groan as his body reacted.

“I’ll be good,” she murmured as she let her head fall back on the pillow, her eyes half open, drugged from the intoxicating taste of him.

“That’s the problem,” he said and rolled them over so she was on top. “You’re always good…and tasty…and willing…and I love you so much…I never get enough of you. Love me, Little One…Love me like you did that first time…”

They were very quiet, energetic, but very quiet and Toni didn’t wake up.

**

The trip home was uneventful, especially so for Urs and Mia who slept most of the way. They stumbled off the plane in the dark in Geneva and took a limo to the condo to spend the night with Toni snuggled up in-between his Mama and Papa since there was little spare room in this home away from home.

Strangely Ciara and Matt fared well with jet-lag this time, perhaps because of going the other way but they were up and had coffee ready well before the little family made an appearance.

“It’s good to be back,” Urs said as he downed his second cup at a more leisurely rate and beat Mia to the last piece of black bread toast. She pulled his curls as she went to the little kitchen to make more, making Toni laugh when Papa pretended to be hurt and up end his cereal all over that end of the table.

“Are we still going shopping today?” she asked as she cleaned up the mess, tossing the cloth at Urs and pointing at the drips of milk on the floor with a grin.

“For a few hours…and no you can’t come with me. It’s a secret.”

“Good… I need to do some ‘secret’ shopping myself…Ciara did you want to come or have you already finished? I know how you like to buy things throughout the year…I’m never that disciplined…I get stuff then I can’t wait to give it so I still end up shopping in December.”

“All done, Liebe……the little Prince and I will make lunch for when you all get back.”

Mia’s main shopping was easy since it was merely a question of picking up things that she had ordered online and now had to inspect and pay for. She browsed the stores along the shopping district until her purchases became too heavy to carry any further and grabbed a cab back to the condo, surprising Urs who was just coming out of the parking lift to head upstairs.

“Did you change your mind? You aren’t carrying anything<” she asked when he grinned and tried to see the logos on the bags she carried.

“Too big…I had my purchases sent…they’ll come tomorrow…so what did you get?”

“I should have thought of that, Herr Nosey!!...you’ll see…only three more weeks.”

They teased a little more until they entered the suite to a waiting lunch and a very hungry little boy.

**

“Successful?”

“Of course…he parked on a side street and it only took seconds…what a schmuck…he has no idea!! It has a 20K range so we won’t be spotted. How about you?”

“No sweat! By the time the dumb old cow realizes that I cleaned out her safe and bank account, we’ll be long gone…I hate these weak, needy older women but they sure can be handy when you don’t want to be found.”

The two men laughed as they entered the small white van and drove through the residential area to begin their vigil near the condo.

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“What do you think about having a New Years Eve party here…just family and a few friends? Nate and Sig will be here and I have an idea for something really special for midnight, something I’ve always wanted to do but never had the chance before.”

“Is that the secret you’ve been trying to keep from me for the past month?”

“Sort of…will you just trust me and let me make the arrangements?”

“Of course…that means I have even longer to try to figure it out,” she said with a laugh, passing him one end of the garland they were wrapping around the banister of the stairs.

They had already turned the house into a Fairyland with lights and decorations everywhere, small and large trees scattered in the rooms where ever there was a space, pots and tubs of poinsettias splashing reds and pinks and mottled whites on tables and mantles and the main tree adorned with a perfect counterfoil to all the color, twinkling with only white mini LED lights and antique ornaments.

Toni waddled in from the kitchen with Ciara close behind, ready to catch him if he tumbled, his feet still not always obeying the commands he sent them.

He looked at his parents on the stairs and clapped his hands, chortling happily as he came to the bottom step and tried to figure out how to reach them. He was distracted by the appearance of his mother, her head circled with some glittery stuff that made her look like one of his stuffed toys and of course Papa was encouraging him to try climbing up on the crooked, lumpy floor that he knew led up to his very own special sleeping place.

“You can do it, son…take your time and figure it out…come to Papa, Toni…”

“Urs!! He’s already into everything…we’re going to be in so much trouble if he figures out stairs as well…Arghhhh!! It’s like having two naughty boys in the house.”

Mia came down and scooped the little fellow up, swinging him around and totally distracting him from his mission.

He reached up to the glittery stuff, had a wee taste and spit it out when it tasted faintly metallic, then tried in vain to put it back.

“He will learn, you know…there’s no stopping him…we’ll just have to teach him how to do it safely,” Urs said as he finished the banister and came down to join them.

“They usually go up on hands and knees at first and then on their bottoms coming down,” Ciara said as she smiled indulgently at the pretty picture the little family made.

“Do I have time to take him with me out to get the mail and paper?”

“Ja, but I need Mia in the kitchen, so you have to go alone….don’t get the boy so wet this time!!”

Urs grinned and took Toni to get him dressed against the cold while the two women went in to the kitchen to talk baking.

Urs loaded the happy little boy in the sled and started jogging down the drive to the gate, his heart swelling when he heard Toni laughing with joy at the fast ride.

‘He’s so like Mia sometimes…it doesn’t take much to make him happy…I hope she likes her surprise over the holidays…but of course she will…it’s something she wanted , we talked about it just never really made plans yet….and I hope the lab report is there today…please Gott, let her be pregnant…we both want this so much… Alright, my son…they can’t see us from the house…time to play in the snow…’

He stopped the sled from running into his heels and lifted Toni out, letting him try to walk on the uneven surface and laughing when he spent more time on his bottom than on his feet. Because his Papa thought it was funny, Toni did too and when Urs tossed a tiny snowball at him he tried to catch it in his mitten clumsy hands. He managed to get to his feet again and Urs took his hand, walking slowly then putting Toni on his booted foot for a ride, the little arms around his leg, just like they did in the house.

They made their slow and fun filled way to the gate and Urs picked him up, holding him in one arm while he pulled the mail out of the black and silver box welded to the slot at the side of the gate….no envelope from the lab…well perhaps tomorrow. He looked for the paper since it wasn’t in the mailbox and saw it outside the gate, in plastic but obviously thrown and having bounced off the metal posts.

‘I’ll have to give them a call about that…we pay to have it delivered, not thrown.”

He put Toni back in the sled and pulled the warm blanket up around him when he noticed that there were indeed wet patches on his thick snow suit.

“One minute, my son, then a fast ride back to get you warm…your Mama is going to be ticked at me…again…”

He grinned at the boy and went to unlock the gate, noticing a small white van parked just across from the gate with the hood up….even as he watched, hesitating, the tall, rangy driver slammed the hood, got back in and drove off. Someone with motor problems that he had fixed, he assumed. He opened the gate, retrieved the paper and locked up behind him, turning the sled and heading for the house considerably faster than the outbound trip.

**

Toni was in bed, sleeping soundly, none the worse for his outing with Urs, dinner was over and Matt and Ciara had retired for the night, leaving the baby monitor on the side table in the Lounge where Urs and Mia were snuggled in his chair talking about New Years Eve.

“…and I’d really like to invite Steffi and her husband…I don’t think they get out much…at first she didn’t even get to choir practice because her baby was really sick with colic and now that he’s over that and the terrible teething time, I think they’re having a rough time…Jorg had his hours cut, so I think money is a bit tight.”

“What does he do? I don’t recognize the name.”

“He’s not from around here though Steffi is…and I think he’s a carpenter…winter is a really slack time for them.”

“I could use some help in the workshop…I’ve been wanting to fix up the green house and we’ll need to repair the benches for potting…I’m sure there must be other things that need a skilled person.”

She smiled and kissed his cheek.

“You can’t go around rescuing everyone, Urs…look what happened to you when you rescued me….now you’re stuck with me for life.”

“All the more reason to create more good Karma…that was the smartest thing I ever did, though I didn’t know it at the time.”

“It will have to come from you, Urs, and not sound like charity…he sounds like a proud man.”

“Duh!! Trust me, Love…I’ll drop by the next time I’m in town and see what kind of gut feeling I get about him.”

“Tell me about the plans for New Years…what special thing do you have in mind?”

“Aha…you aren’t going to trick me into revealing everything ….One thing I can tell you is about the fireworks…you know how the church is on that little knoll and there’s a lovely view of the valley and the town?...well they always have fireworks in town at midnight and I’ve always wanted to see them from the churchyard…I spoke to the pastor and he says we can put up a party tent on the lawn and have seating with blankets and even some food and wine to toast the New Year….he’s quite excited about it actually….said we could start a new tradition.”

“Oh Urs!!...you do have the loveliest ideas…what a wonderful way to celebrate…I can hardly wait!!”

She wrapped her arms around his neck in a stranglehold that had him begging for mercy when he wasn’t laughing.

“There’s more, isn’t there?”

“Maybe…you’ll just have to wait and see, my impatient Little Wife…Mia?”

“Yes, Love?”

“Did you count those tarts you’re taking in to Base tomorrow?”

“Yes, I did and don’t you go stealing any…yours are in the pantry in the blue box.”

He stood with her still in his arms and kissed her.

“I love you, Woman,” he said with a grin and almost ran to the pantry to look for the blue box.
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CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN…Part One

Mia was in the office, checking their e.mails and answering those she could without getting Urs opinion, when he came in and thrust a sheaf of papers at her, carrying his leather jacket in his other hand.

“I need a signature on these Liebe…just there where I’ve marked it with an ‘x’…on the others too…Danke…you look swamped …anything I need to know?”

She glanced up and smiled.

“Not really…just some publicity requests that I put off until after the Holidays and a begging letter from Stan…he really wants you to commit to that competition in Bern…as a judge…sort of like the Swiss version of American Idol, remember we discussed it and you hated the idea. I told him definitely no way would you do it…we’ll see if he believes me this time. So, where are you off to?”

“The vintner called…he got that shipment of wine in, including the ‘87 that I need for my collection. And I thought I would see if Jorg was home, have coffee with him and see what happens.”

“Will you be home for lunch?…remember I have that short shift at Base starting at 1400H, then choir practice after dinner…I thought maybe the Rathaus for dinner again…their daily special is always tasty.”

“I should be unless Jorg and I get talking…anyway I will definitely be back in time for you to leave for Base…count on it. You know we should maybe think about getting a second vehicle…maybe after the Holidays.”

He leaned over her, inhaling her fresh scent from the shower they had enjoyed earlier and kissing her on the neck.

“Don’t work too hard…I’ll be back soon, Love.”

He slid the papers she had signed off the desk and into a brown envelope and left in his usual rush before she could see the exultant grin. She had signed the papers…ALL of them…his plan was coming together nicely!!

Mia finished in the office and went to the master suite to collect the laundry from the hamper, tossing in the still damp towels and smiling when she thought about their early morning loving.

‘He’s such a morning person…I love it when he’s just waking and reaches for me, so gentle and tender, treating me as if I would shatter if he was too rough…there’s something so…so endearing about him then, his skin so warm from snuggling together all night, that stubble on his face and the messy curls falling over his forehead….how can any woman resist…and why would you want to?’

She laughed quietly as she sorted the clothes, scooped detergent out of the enormous box and added it to the filling tub, filled the reservoir with softener and tossed the load of light coloreds into the machine.

The dryer beeped at her as she finished and she opened it to find that Ciara had done a load of Toni’s bedding and little outfits so she folded them neatly and carried everything through into his room.

It was much the same in here as when he was first born, except that the cradle was gone, making the transition from her room to the nursery and now to the room they would soon, hopefully, need to outfit for the new baby. She tried to picture the room with a youth bed in it but that was another year or two down the road and difficult to visualize…she wanted Toni to always stay her little boy…well maybe not always but he seemed to be changing so fast.

Overcome with a sudden urge to play with him and cuddle his little body, she quickly put the laundry away and went downstairs to see where he and Ciara had got to.

Ciara had given up on chasing him and put him in his play area while she puttered in the kitchen. He was happily pounding on his musical apparatus, a gym type of padded creation with spaces to crawl in, climb on and push things that played music. Mia stepped over the netting and joined him, to his delight and he came over to where she sat cross legged, climbing on her and bouncing up and down with his hands on her face, laughing as she tickled him.

“Get me the red ball, Toni,” she said, using the same trick that Urs did…naming the color of the object she wanted so he would learn colors effortlessly.

“No, the Red ball…that one is blue,” she said when he picked up the wrong one.

“No…No….NO!!!” he mimicked, voicing his new favorite word.

He brought both balls to her and she backed off, rolling them to him one at a time, repeating the color each time and laughing when he tried to throw them back.

They played until he came over and threw himself on her chest, burrowing his body into hers and resting his curly head on her breasts. Mia held him, crooning softly until he fell asleep then lay him on the matting, pulling a light blanket out of the jumble of toys and draping it over him.

**

Urs was well pleased with himself. He had gone to the Town Hall, found the appropriate office and discovered that there was nearly no line-up for service. In only a few minutes he had accomplished his goal and the treasured piece of paper was in his wallet, right next to the picture he carried of Mia and Toni. He went on to the Poste and sent the other papers to Nate, unwilling to do it online and risk Mia discovering what he was up to.

The next stop was at the vintners where he was ecstatic to find that not only had the clever man secured the ’87 for him but the ’91 as well, a case of each. They wrapped the cases in thermal containers against the cold and stowed them safely in the back seat of the Audi. Then he went on to Jorg and Steffi’s small rental house on the outskirts of town.

He walked up the cleared path to the door, noticing that the house was well repaired, the snow cleared from the paths, perhaps needing a coat of paint but it was winter, not the right time to do that. A new railing had been put on the front porch, nicely done he thought at a glance, showing pride of residence even though it wasn’t owned by the occupants.

Jorg answered his knock on the door and Urs liked him immediately. He was a big man, over 6 feet tall and broad in the shoulders, a well toned body that was used to hard work, his hands rough and weathered but the smile on his face warm and friendly.

Urs explained who he was and said that he was in need of a carpenter, that Mia had told him she thought perhaps Jorg was available and so while he was in town he decided to drop by.

He was invited in for coffee.

“I really can’t stay long…my back seat is full of wine that I need to get home before the cold cracks the bottles. But I never refuse coffee…other than my wife and son, it’s my only addiction.”

Jorg ran a hand through his longish sandy colored hair and laughed, saying he knew just what Urs meant.

They went through to the kitchen. The house was small but spotless, well maintained he could see at a glance with furnishings that had been made by a craftsman who knew his work.

“Your work?” he said indicating a lovely walnut sideboard.

“Ja…I was a cabinet maker back in Germany but there isn’t much call for it here in town…Steffi’s parents live here still so we don’t want to move….they’re both very elderly and frail…she’s over there today helping her Mami with the housework. I’ve been working as a carpenter but it’s winter…”

Urs nodded his understanding as he stirred sugar into his coffee.

“I almost hesitate to offer you the only job I have at the moment after seeing what you’re capable of. I’m going to restore a greenhouse on the property in the spring and need the potting tables and other things replaced. I have a well equipped workshop but neither the skill nor the time to do the job right…if you’re interested it would mean a 19 K drive each way, which I would pay you for and more work in the spring when we build a small house on the property for my cousin and her husband …Interested?”

They discussed wages and times to meet, the location of the farm, then talked about their wives and the upcoming Holidays. Suddenly Urs remembered the wine and surged to his feet.

“Scheisse…I forgot the wine…I really have to go, Jorg but it’s been great meeting you…I’m looking forward to working with you.”
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Urs smiled as he thought about how once again Fate had dealt him a winning hand…then frowned…then why did he feel this sudden chill of apprehension? He made the turn onto the secondary road and when the car straightened out, fed it more gas, eager to get home.

**

“It looks like a storm coming,” Mia said as she slid her feet into her snow boots and shrugged her down jacket on.

“I know…the change in pressure always gives me a headache…I’m going to lay on the sofa and give my tablets a chance to work…the little Prince is still asleep in his play area so he won’t mind missing his sleigh ride this morning.”

Ciara looked like her head was about to explode and Mia sympathized, hoping that the tablets would work their magic as they usually did.

“I won’t be long…and I’ll let you rest for a while when I get back…there must be something in the mail to keep me busy.”

‘Test results, I hope, though I might not be able to keep very quiet if it’s positive….Urs baby!! Our first together!!…Please Gott let the test be positive!!’

The sky was darkening over the mountains, a sure sign that something was coming…if it would just hold off until Urs got back from town, that was the main thing…she could log into the Base computer from home and still get the work done…and if the storm was bad, choir practice would be cancelled…now if Urs just got home soon then they could hunker down, work on their projects…and hopefully celebrate!!

She felt her abdomen with one gloved hand, then laughed at herself.

‘It can only be 6 or 7 weeks, maybe 8, too soon to feel anything…if I am pregnant I hope it’s a girl, a little sister for Toni, we’ll call her Sophia …he’s getting more like Urs daily, even his hair is turning the same color…and of course I’m fighting a losing battle about getting it cut…better to just give in…oh look at that…rabbit tracks…I actually recognize them now….I wonder if we should be putting something out for them too…’

She reached the gate and opened the mailbox, leafing through the envelopes until she came to the one from the lab and ripping it open with shaking hands.

“YES!!!...OMG, wait until I tell Urs!!...He’ll be so happy!...OH Urs, hurry home….”

She spun on her heels to go back to the house and then turned back, looking for something that should have been just inside the gate or in the mailbox, but wasn’t…the newspaper.

There…it lay outside the ironwork, AGAIN, still wrapped in the plastic sleeve that the delivery person put on against the wet snow, though a bit ragged as if the plastic had torn…perhaps when it hit the metal rails and bounced back.

She keyed in the code and the gate opened slowly…when it was wide enough she slipped outside and took the half dozen steps to bend down and pick up the bundled paper…and the world went black as something hit the back of her head.

Mia wasn’t aware of the siren that went off or the gate slamming shut and locking as the security team that monitored the video saw what happened and secured the property. Nor was she aware of the voice that warned her assailant that security was on the way or the panic back at the house as Ciara bolted off the sofa and Matt came racing out of the workshop…or the alarm that went off on Urs’ mobile just as he was speeding along the road to reach home.

**

Pol was at the little airport, just finishing up some routine maintenance on his helicopter. He glanced once again at the tall, rangy young man who was fidgeting as he waited…something about him made Pol nervous but he wasn’t sure what.

“Nearly done?” Felix asked as he passed by on the way to the office, thinking that he wished all pilots were as conscientious as his long time friend. So many of them put off the needed maintenance and then wondered why things went seriously wrong.

“Just cleaning up…Felix…that guy warming up the Cessna …what’s the story there?”

“Ja…he creeps me out a bit too…but I checked his creds and he’s legit…from Canada, rented the Cessna for a week…and I can’t afford to turn down a good rental like that….he’s waiting for a friend…they want to make Bern ahead of the storm.”

Pol shrugged and turned his attention back to the tools he had scattered about, putting them back in the proper slots in the tool case he had borrowed from Felix. He wiped his greasy, stained hands on a rag and glanced about, checking for anything he had missed , closed and latched the cowling over the motor and wiped the oily fingerprints off the paint before closing the tool box and carting it back to the work bay where he had found it.

He heard the vehicle pull in but didn’t pay much attention other than to think that who ever it was shouldn’t have parked so close to the planes…until he turned back and saw a very large man, dressed all in white snow camo, supporting a semi-concious woman to the Cessna, moving fast and heaving her in on the floor to climb in after her.

Mia? It didn’t seem real at first then his reasoning kicked in and he knew…it WAS Mia and something was terribly wrong.

“Mia…hey you, let her go!” he yelled and raced across the hangar toward the plane but it was warmed up and even as the burly man glanced at him and pulled at the door it was taxiing further and further away, turning onto the runway and gaining speed.

Even the burst of speed that he put on wasn’t enough and he stood, gasping for breath, keying on his mobile as he watched the small plane lift into the sky, in frustration only able to note the direction it was heading.

Felix had come out of the office when he heard Pol yelling and now spun around to go back in as he heard Pol call out…

“They’ve kidnapped her…call the politzei!!”

Urs line was busy and he tried again, then again, finally getting through on the fourth attempt. As soon as the line was open he quickly spoke up.

“Urs…some big guy just threw Mia into a Cessna and took off…they’re heading due east, into the mountains…damned fools, there’s a storm coming…”

“I know…I’ll be there in 5 minutes…need to make some calls…” the line went dead and for a moment Pol just stared at it, wondering what to do next.

“Track them!” he yelled, hoping Felix would hear.

He raced into the office and explained in terse sentences to Felix who was nodding his head as he held his landline to his ear.

“Ahead of you…I have Luzern Tower on the phone…they say they have him on radar but if he goes any lower they’ll lose the signal….”

Minutes later the Audi squealed to a stop near the hangar doors as Urs arrived, leaving the door open as he raced into the building, his face sheet white, eyes wild and haunted.

“Anything?”

“Luzern Radar is tracking them…they were going due east then passed the tip of the Klontaler See and changed course, going south-west…almost as if they were flying blind…a few minutes more and they’ll be in all those peaks and valleys in the Schechental Range…Urs what in H**l is going on?”

Urs ran his hands through his hair, wanting to do something, anything and feeling so completely helpless…

“I don’t know for sure…haven’t had time to get all the details…apparently Security saw someone fiddling with the paper this morning but then they left and it was such a minor thing that the guy on the monitor forgot about it…Mia went out to get it, outside the gate and suddenly this guy in snow camo appeared from nowhere and clubbed her, dragged her off down the road and a few seconds later a van roared away….they put out the alarm but it was too late.”

His eyes met Pol’s, the pain and anger so evident that Pol cringed.

“It must be her brother again…doesn’t he know that Villetti won’t deal for Toni now?…we took care of him.”

Pol didn’t want to state the obvious but knew that Urs had to face the truth.

“Maybe he just wants revenge now…or ransom….anyone that can do what he has already done to her…he’s not normal, you know that.”

“Whatever he wants…I’ll pay it…I just want her back.”

For a second he let the despair wash over him then steeled himself to do what Mia would expect of him…’Be Strong and don’t give up!!’…he could almost hear her speaking to him and he knew only one thing…somehow he would get her back!!
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CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN…PART TWO

She was still more or less out when Bryan skidded to a stop near the Cessna and quickly went between the seats to drag her to the door. She moaned, starting to revive and he felt a surge of hate.

“On your feet, B**ch…we’re going to take a little ride!!”

He opened the side doors of the van and half dragged, half carried her to the idling plane, vaguely noticing the tall thin man near a helicopter who seemed to be interested in what was happening.

“Take off…NOW!!” he screamed at Harry and reached for the latch to close the door. The on-looker was running towards the plane now, yelling her name…Damn…only a few minutes into the plan and she was already recognized.

Bryan slammed the door and stepped over Mia, still laying where she had fallen when he tossed her inside.

They were hurtling down the runway now, narrowly missing another plane who foolishly thought he had the right of way and with a couple of thuds and hops taking to the air.

“You know where to go?”

“Sort of…it’s different in the air…the map you gave me is for the roads and I can’t fly that way…there’s all these mountains in the way.”

“Damn it Harry, I told you not to use…you did some lines while you waited didn’t you?”

“Only enough to calm my nerves…that guy at the hangar kept looking at me…”

He heard sounds from the rear, the back end cleared of the usual seats to use the little plane for cargo. Mia was struggling to get to her feet, her eyes glazed and a trickle of blood staining the back of her ski jacket.

Bryan rose and groped his way back to her, shoving her to the floor again and looming over her prone body.

“Happy to see me? I know Harry is happy to be with you again…we’re going for a little plane ride then you’re going to send Hubby a message….Villetti doesn’t want the brat anymore…let’s see how much you’re worth to the singer.”

“He’ll kill you…let me go Bryan and disappear…if Urs finds you, you’re a dead man.”

“I don’t think so…he’s got to find me first…and no prissy Opera singer can take me out…”

Mia laughed, stalling for time as she tried to get her fuzzy head sorted out.

“He’s very strong…he might surprise you…he’s not some small woman that you can push around…that’s more your style isn’t it, Bryan?”

His face twisted with rage and he punched at her, surprised when she blocked the blow with her arm and swung on him, chopping at his throat with the side of her hand.

They grappled and he squeezed her chest, hard, until she was unable to breathe, his meaty arms vised around her until she blacked out and he dropped her to the floor once more.

**

“They’ve passed over Altdorf…going due west now,” Felix said, relaying what Luzern tower could see on Radar.

They waited, following the erratic track of the small plane on the map that was pinned to the wall until Pol couldn’t stand watching Urs’ torment any longer.

“C’mon…we’ll follow as best we can in the chopper and keep in contact on the radio. Urs, I think you should call the family while I warm up the engine…at least Magda and Paco, let them put the word out…and ask Paco to alert Mountain Rescue…just in case….and maybe that politzei friend of yours in Geneva…he should have some pull.”

“I already talked to Steve…but I will call Paco and have him go to the farm…Ciara and Matt are frantic.”

They headed on a direct route for Altdorf to make up time then followed south west to Engleberg as the Cessna wandered on a circuitous route, keeping low, in the valleys as much as possible…and then shortly after passing over the motorway that wound down to Hochstollen suddenly the blip on the radar vanished.

**

Mia had no idea how long she had been out when she surfaced again, her head aching unbearably.

Bryan and Harry, both in the seats up front, were arguing, something about where they were or where they were going, Harry whining that he had never had to cope with mountains before.

She quietly rose to her hands and knees, peering out the side windows. They seemed to be in the mountains and very low, the crags looking as if you could reach a hand out the window and touch the tops of the sparse trees. The plane took a dip to the left and she clutched at the metal ribbing, taking a swift glance out the front wind screen then wishing she hadn’t…was it really safe to fly this low? They passed over a stand of pines and she braced herself for an impact that never came…the trees had looked so close, she was sure they would scrape the underbelly of the plane.

A long heavy piece of metal affixed to the ribbing near the door caught her eye and she staggered to it, cautiously taking it out of the brackets and hefting it in her hands. Bryan was the key…Harry was gutless without Bryan’s cruelty and strength behind him….if she could take Bryan out then she had a chance.

She got within striking range before some instinct told him that she was near and he recoiled, avoiding her blow and deflecting it so it hit Harry in the side of his head. He slumped over the yoke, stunned for a moment and the little plane nosedived, only pulling up when they could actually feel the brush of the tree tops on the outer skin of the under-belly and he roused to haul back on the yoke.

Bryan surged to his feet and attacked, knocking her down but she got up again and glared at him.

“Let me go, Bryan!”

He hit her again, scraping his knuckles on her teeth and making her mouth bleed.

“You want to go…here B**ch…go for a walk!” he said with a bellow and unlatched the door, pushing it open.

“No…close it…too hard to maneuver,” Harry screamed from the cockpit, struggling with the yoke as they dipped even lower.

Both combatants glanced at the windscreen, just in time to see something metal dead ahead of them and to hear Harry scream as he pulled back frantically, trying for just a little more altitude. They felt the scrape as something rubbed against the underside but neither Mia nor Bryan cared at the moment. He pulled away from her and snarled…

“You want to go? THEN GO!!!” and kicked her in the chest, making her stagger, then he did it again, grinning evilly, all sanity gone from his eyes now…and she tumbled out the open door.

**

For more than an hour Urs and Pol followed the valleys that wound through the mountains…and saw nothing. They reached Schuptheim, landed to fuel up and use the facilities, one of them keeping in contact on the radio at all times.

Urs was just returning from the washroom when he saw Pol replace the headset and just one look told him he was not going to like the news.

“Tell me.”

“A small plane has gone down on the Hohgant, north west of Brienz…they’re hurrying to send a team in before the storm hits…we’re to wait here.”

“Are you out of your mind? I can’t just wait here!!”

“I figured you’d say that…I told them we’d go on to Interlaken …that’s where they’ll take the…survivors.”

They were airborne and nearly at Interlaken when the news came over the radio.

“Pilot deceased…one male passenger, alive but not expected to survive…no sign of any other passengers.”

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It was the first time Urs had actually seen Bryan. He looked smaller than Urs had imagined, lying in the high hospital bed, his head swathed with dressings, tubes snaking into both arms and a tent over his abdomen and legs to protect the injuries. He was hooked up to monitors which beeped rhythmically, recording life signs, pulse, heart rate, respirations and a nurse hovered, adjusting the drip of the fluids feeding the tubing.

Steve had preceded them, taking the direct route from Geneva to Interlaken and looked up when Urs and Pol entered the room. The two grim men looked ready for anything but Urs was as Steve had never seen him before, tense, cat like in his coiled ferocity as he studied the man in the bed, his leather jacket nearly bursting with the restraint he was forcing on his body, walking into the room with an aggressive stride that suggested he was ready to use his clenched fists at the slightest provocation, his eyes narrowed slightly and the pupils nearly black with repressed anger. Steve braced himself for trouble, quickly leaving the bedside and coming over to place his hand on Urs arm.

“If I let you near him, can you keep cool? I need to talk to him, try to find out where Aramia is and he may not be co-operative if you upset him.”

Urs fixed Steve with an icy look that made the detective shiver.

“I’m cool…he needs to tell us…and I need to know if she’s alive.”

Urs and Pol stood on one side of the bed while Steve went to the other and tried to rouse the dying man out of his stupor.

“Kramer…Bryan…we haven’t finished talking…wake up, man…I need to know where your sister is.”

“B***ch…she spoiled everything, her and that singer…Milo wants his money back…and he doesn’t want the kid now…I think they scared him off...” his eyes were closed and he mumbled, speaking softly as if it took a great effort. Suddenly his eyes popped open and he glared at Steve, spittle forming on his lips as he ranted.

“She spoiled everything!! Always, right from the start when Mom got her…she was always Mom’s favorite, a girl, a woosie little girl…but I showed her…the singer would have paid big bucks to get her back…..but then she hit Harry in the head…. the plane went down so low it clipped some trees and maybe a chimney…I belted her a good one, cut my freaking knuckles on her teeth but she wouldn’t stay down…hit her, again and again …she kept fighting me…got back up every time…she was against the door, clawing at my face….. I just turned the handle and kicked her, right in the chest….I watched her fall, her arms spread out like a sky diver…she hit a tree and then she was gone in the snow….. heard the motor screaming and tried to drag Harry off the yoke…he was Okay for a few minutes….. we were so low…we went around some rocks….down a valley then another one…then I saw more rocks and yelled ‘Up…go up’ but he just froze,…it’s all her fault…”

The monitor was trilling, the alarm shrill and loud as Bryan’s heart rate increased then went into fibrillation and he fell back on the pillow, some instinct telling him that he was dying…his pulse slowed and he looked up, saw Urs looming over him and whispered ‘Forgive me!’

Urs smiled, but it was not a pleasant sight as his face was tense and his eyes filled with utter hate.

“I forgive you…for ever living…BURN IN HELL, KRAMER!”

There was a series of rapid beats then nothing and the life force fled from the damaged body.

Urs turned without another word and walked from the room, followed closely by Pol. The nurse didn’t even try to be heroic, just disconnected the monitor and pulled the sheet up over the still form in the high bed.

Steve joined them in the hall. None of them spoke until Urs looked up from his intense study of his boots and muttered…
“I need to get out in the air…can’t breathe in here.”

They followed him and were silent for a moment, walking down the hallways, into the lift, then another hallway.

Finally Steve broke the silence.

“Search and Rescue is organizing a search grid…it’s a huge area to cover, but they will try.”

They stepped out into the emergency Ambulance entrance and walked a few steps away from the door…and noticed that the snow had started, rapidly increasing, the flakes large and thick and each of the men knew what that meant…no flights would go out until the storm let up.

Urs moaned and his knees went rubbery, folding under him, throwing him to the ground on all fours and he retched into the fresh snow. When his stomach had emptied he crawled away to lay curled up on the frozen grass, his body shaking with heart wrenching sobs while Pol crouched over him with a comforting hand on his shoulder…. both he and Steve wept in sympathy and glared at anyone who looked on this very private moment.
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CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT…THE SEARCH

‘I should have left my gloves on…’ was her first conscious thought as she reacted to how cold her hands were, just before the violence in the plane rushed back into her mind. ‘He hit me!…he came up behind and hit me when I bent down to get the paper…..it’s so fuzzy…I remember a plane and coming to and seeing Harry…Gott how I hate that man!…he was flying the plane and so low I could see the trees out the side window….I hit him with that bar of metal when I was trying to hit Bryan…I don’t know what it was but then Bryan…he just kept hitting me, knocking me down, screaming about money…and then I was falling and I felt the branches and tried to grab them…Mein Gott, how long have I been lying here…am I hurt?’

She could actually see the glow of the sky above her through a light covering of snow and now that she was more aware, the cold permeated her inadequate clothing as she pushed the snow off her face and moved her limbs, testing for injuries. Her left leg screamed at her when she moved and she gradually sat up in the soft snow to check it out. A hole had been torn in the pant leg of her sweats and a thin line of blood was visible through the jagged tear, probably from hitting the tree.

Gently she got to her feet, favoring her left leg and looking around to orient herself.

She could see where she had rolled down a slight incline, the path still evident in the fresh snow, starting several hundred yards away at a cluster of pines. Something nagged at her subconscious and she tried to pry it loose, something she had seen as she was falling…it wouldn’t come to her and she squatted in the snow with her injured leg extended, trying to think logically, trying to decide what to do.

‘The Search and Rescue guys…what is it they always talk about?…I’ve overheard them discuss it so many times…Scheisse!! My head hurts and I can’t think clearly…and I’m so cold!!!...Woosie!!! suck it up, Girl…figure out how to stay alive so Urs can find you! ….Staying alive…that’s it…they say that the worse thing people can do is move around too much…they need to stay in one place and make a distress sign so SAR can find them….A HUT!!!! ….that’s what I saw…a shepherd’s hut, we hit the chimney…but in which direction? Okay think like Urs would…if I were a shepherd where would I want my hut so it would be sheltered and still be able to see the flocks on this pasture?’

She raised her shivering body painfully to look around, fixing her eyes on the upper slopes where the entire valley would be visible.

Near the crest of this gentle rise an outcropping of rock hung over a mound of snow that looked unnatural and she studied it. The longer she looked the more it seemed that there was something …yes, it was something man made, sticking out of the top… a chimney!!...crooked but it was definitely a length of tin used as a chimney!!

‘I’m still shivering…that’s good…my body is trying to warm itself…I need branches to make a sign and I should do it now…Gott knows how long it will be before they come for me and I may not be strong enough to do it later…it must be a Kilometer to the hut…if it is a hut…please Gott, let it be a hut!!’

An echo reverberated through the valley, growing fainter with each repeat until she could hear it no more…it was something big, like an avalanche or…a plane crash…she put the thought from her mind…there was quite enough to worry about now without taking on anything else.

She found that walking wasn’t quite as easy as she had hoped, the snow deep and soft, well past her knees and her leg throbbed constantly even with the cold to deaden the swelling. Somehow she had lost one of her boots and her left foot was starting to ache with the cold. Slowly she made her way to the nearest trees and used her body weight to snap off the brittle branches, taking as many as she could manage to drag and winding her scarf through the limbs in order to pull them behind her…and fixing the distant hut firmly in her sights she began the torturous trek up to what she prayed was shelter.

In only a few steps she was exhausted…and she felt the first few fat snowflakes landing on her uncovered head. It was impossible to do anything about the storm or to go faster so she ignored the new danger and doggedly continued on, thinking about her husband, her son, this new life they had created that was sheltering in her very mortal, battered body.

**

“C’mon Urs…we need to make some plans, find a hotel…c’mon…you can’t lay here…you’ll freeze.” Pol bit his lip realizing what he had said and how it would remind Urs of the trouble that Mia was in….but it worked and he raised his pale face from the ground and lurched to his feet, brushing the snow and frozen tears off his cheeks.

Silently they made their way to the rental that Steve had left in the parking lot, Urs scowling at the rapidly increasing snowfall as if he could will it to stop.

It was a short distance to the Hotel where Steve knew that SAR and the Red Cross were setting up their Base and Urs passed his credit card over to the desk clerk to secure a suite, staring blankly at the woman when she asked how long he would be needing the accommodations…Pol took over.

“We’re with the search teams…we’ll be here how ever long it takes and we need 5 suites…there are more family and friends coming as soon as they can.”

The clerk suddenly recognized Urs name and connected it to the woman who was missing, her attitude changing abruptly as she thrust the paperwork at Pol and nervously glanced at the distraught, silent man waiting for his key card.

“Luggage…no I don’t suppose…have a …I mean…the SAR base is just down the hall, in the big conference room,” she said, gulping as she realized that she had been about to say her usual ‘Have a pleasant stay’ and it would have been totally inappropriate.

The concierge was a little more on the ball, had an elevator waiting for them and quietly told Steve that if there was anything needed to call him immediately. Steve asked for an urn of coffee and a bottle of brandy and they went up to the suite.

Urs mobile had been ringing off and on for the past hour and Pol finally fished it out of Urs’ jacket pocket to answer the call and check the missed messages.
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He talked quietly, watching Urs as he sat on the sofa, flung back against the head rest and resting with his eyes closed…though he didn’t fool anyone. They could see the way his hands clenched and his body spasmed with suppressed anger, the way tears leaked out from under his eyelids and coursed down his pale cheeks.

Nate had called, and Mami, Paco twice, Jadis from the Company, Otto and Jorg, even Onkle Tobias who hated using the dreaded mobile phone…there was nothing he could tell them that would be useful so he turned off the ringtone and left it on vibrate, mentally wishing that Mags was here to handle things.

The coffee and brandy arrived and Steve thrust a snifter of the liquor into Urs hand, not asking, just ordering him to drink it.

He sat up and downed it mechanically, not even tasting the fiery liquid until the slow burn started in his stomach and he shuddered, straightened his bent body and looked up.

“Sorry…guess I kind of lost it…so what happens now?”

Steve had been on his own mobile to the Base downstairs and told Urs what he could.

“They can’t send helicopters or planes up because of the storm but teams from towns closer to the crash site are able to get around on snowmobiles, on a limited basis…it’s slower and they can’t get in to some of the valleys except by long routes that would take forever but they’ll do what they can until the storm lifts. It’s a huge area, Urs…their flight path was so erratic and we don’t know how long before the crash that…that Mia fell.”

Urs stared at Steve with eyes so full of hate that the stern detective shuddered….even knowing it wasn’t aimed at him, the bridled rage he could see was frightening.

“I wish he hadn’t been injured…but then I guess I’m lucky he was…if he had been on his feet I would have torn him apart…I still want to…I feel cheated that I can’t hurt him!”

“And then I would have had to arrest you,” Steve said with a little smile.

“She’s alive, you know…she’s alive and cold and frightened and waiting for me to come and find her…I can’t give up…I WON’T GIVE UP!!!”

Steve sighed as he saw Urs steel himself to be strong, shutting out the tentative logic he knew the two men were going to offer. Steve’s mobile chirped at him again and he escaped into answering the call, unable to think of how to ease Urs’ suffering.

**
It was sheer luck that she found the hut, for the last few metres visibility had faded to just a hands breath in front of her. For the past hour she had used landmarks, memorized as a precaution when she could still see well, long before the snowfall became so heavy that the world vanished, replaced by swirling whiteness.

She stumbled over some hidden obstacle and fell forward, rolling down a snowdrift…and against a solid log surface….it must be the wall of the hut…he would face the door on this side, looking down over the valley, she reasoned and began to crawl along the edge, keeping one shoulder against the wall in the blinding snowfall…after what seemed far too long she felt something different against her shoulder…a stiffly frozen curtain of some kind, possibly of some kind of treated canvas, the bottom half buried in knee deep snow.

With one last burst of strength she pushed at the side of the curtain and rolled into the darkness of a smelly cavern…She had found the door.

She lay on the frozen dirt floor until self preservation forced her to weakly seek her feet, standing more or less erect, shaking uncontrollably as her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the interior.

A makeshift bed was against the far wall, next to a pen made out of raw wood. The center of the back wall held a small firepit and one of the outer walls was lined knee high with roughly cut fire-wood. She staggered over to it, focusing on the tin nailed to an upright post. YES!!! IT HELD MATCHES!!... only 7 of them but at least she could light a fire…And below, a neatly piled stash of kindling.

It took a while and considerable effort to get a fire going…her first two attempts failed until some of the old woods lore from her camping days came back to her and she looked around until she found a stub of candle in a small tin….she lit it and used this to feed in tiny pieces of kindling, each addition slightly larger until she had a good base started and gradually fed in the larger full sized logs….her hands were shaking, eyes stinging from the smoke that couldn’t all escape through the damaged chimney and now without the numbing cold of the snow her body ached and craved rest but she knew that was a trap…the peace of sleep at this point would lead to death…she needed warmth.

When the fire was going nicely and the smoke more or less trickling out of the shortened chimney in the roof, she looked around her haven, spotted some filthy {beautiful at this moment in time} rough hide blankets on the bed and staggered over to them, wrapping herself up and crouching at the fireside, soaking up the warmth until she felt the shivering ease and knew that she was no longer in danger…for now….she had four matches left and mustn’t let the fire go out…a trick she had learned during summer camping trips so many years past came back to her and she looked around the hut, found some discarded empty tins and a real find, a bell from a ram, piled them all in a unstable heap on a balanced log at the edge of her fire…when the log burnt through, they would fall and hopefully the clatter would alert her to feed the fire…at last she lay down near the fire, curled into a protective ball and let healing sleep take her.

**

The storm lasted 36 hours…thirty six long hours when all flights were grounded and thoughts of finding Mia alive faded, more as each hour passed.

As if to erase any last shred of hope, the temperature dropped, on average reaching minus 26 in the area, even colder when the snow slowed to light flurries and then stopped altogether.

They stayed in Interlaken, taking 5 large suites in the hotel, though little sleeping was done but it gave them a base and somewhere for the family members to come to when they gradually made it through the bad weather and congregated, no one voicing their sorrow but all, except for Urs, convinced that if Mia was found she would not be alive.

Mami and Ciara stayed at the farm with all the children but kept in contact via telephone, Red Cross chapters from far flung stations throughout Switzerland came to search for one of their own, Paco arrived with Search and Rescue, accompanied by Jorg who had heard the news and wanted to help and even some cast members from the Company, who had learned of the incident through TV coverage showed up offering to help.

As soon as the girls arrived, just as the storm was abating, they took over arranging meals, beds, media updates, the flood of phone calls and e.mails from far flung, concerned, friends and fans, and liaison with the volunteers since one look at their shell shocked elder brother was enough to tell them that he was in no shape to handle anything.

He didn’t sleep, mechanically drank gallons of coffee, ate almost nothing, showered out of habit and vehemently forbade any vestige of music in the suite he occupied, muttering bleakly that with Mia gone there was no more music in the world, the only time he showed any sign of emotion other than grief or raging anger. For some reason right after the girls and Matt had arrived he had become even more despondent and sunk deeper into his solitary grieving, interspersed with fits of anger when anything in his way was soon reduced to rubble.

So when he suddenly sprang up from the chair he had been slouched in and began to pace, stopping at the balcony doors to stare outside at the few flakes still falling and nodded as if he had come to a decision, the assembled family in the room was stunned speechless.

He spun around and stared at them, wild-eyed, not even registering the fact that Nate and Sig had recently arrived to offer help.

“She disappeared in the snow…he said they hit a chimney and then she fell and disappeared in the snow…”

Magda rose from her seat at the dining table and approached him timidly, her heart aching, wanting to comfort him, to bathe his bruised and bleeding hands from his moments of rage, hoping that he was at last trying to accept that Mia was gone.

“We know Urs…Pol told us what that hateful man said….Urs, Mia would want you to go on, to care for Toni….”

He blinked as if trying to make sense of what she was saying then grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her as if trying to make her see reason.

“No…don’t you get it…he didn’t say she fell and he couldn’t see her anymore, he said ‘she disappeared in the snow’…they were so low that the wheels clipped the trees and a chimney…she wouldn’t have fallen more than 15 or 20 feet and INTO THE SNOW… Mags, you know how strong Mia is, how brave and smart…she could still be alive…falling into fresh powder wouldn’t have killed her…if she found shelter she could still be alive!!”

He raced from the room before any of the others had a chance to react to his reasoning, took the stairs and went directly to the command center that had been set up in one of the hotel convention rooms.

It was buzzing with activity, teams coming and going, operators on radios keeping in contact with the snowmobile search teams on their runs, air crews reporting in now that they were able to join in the search, others marking the huge maps that had been divided into grids, a long table with hot soups and stew, sandwiches, beverages where the teams could replenish their energy, a darkened area with cots at one end of the long room where tired search teams would be able to nap.

He went directly to the Red Cross/SAR co-ordinator, Gerd, the same one that Mia had worked with during the avalanche crisis and with barely held anxiety asked to speak to him.

Urs quickly and succinctly explained what he had figured out and the man listened, at first a bit incredulous but as it was explained, a glimmer of hope came into his eyes, spread to his face and turned into a hopeful smile.

A few phone calls, a talk with the local Agriculture Rep. and more notations on the maps and the C.O. asked for quiet in the room so he could make an announcement.

“Herr Buhler has come up with an idea that bears looking into. There is every possibility that Frau Buhler fell only 20 or so feet and into powder…she’s a resourceful woman and we are hoping that she was able to take shelter in one of the summer shepherd huts in the area…they’ve been marked on the maps, courtesy of the Ag. Rep, and I would like Air Teams 4, 8 and 9 to check them out…look for smoke, distress signs, movement, all the usual…we have about 5 hours of daylight left today…this is day 1 of the Air search, because of the storm, for Frau Buhler, day 3 since she fell…I don’t have to tell you how important it is to find her soon….Good luck.”

It was all Urs could do to contain his composure while the CO mulled over whether or not to allow him to accompany Pol and 2 medics on the search…but he did it and donned one of the SAR jackets, hurrying out to the Helipad before the gruff man could change his mind.

Five hours later they traipsed back into Base, the sky almost pitch black with night, a feeling of despair evident …they had checked hut after hut, zeroing in on the co-ordinates, buzzing the hut then landing even though there was no sign of life, looking for footprints, inspecting the interior, then getting airborne again and going on to the next.

“It was a good idea, Urs…but a long shot, you know that,” Pol said as they collapsed on adjacent cots, too tired to bother with eating.

“Tomorrow…we’ll find her tomorrow…she’s alive, Pol…I can feel it.”

He was quiet for a few minutes and Pol had almost achieved sleep when he heard Urs speak softly again.

“We’re going to have another baby…Matt brought me the lab report from the mail Mia went out to get…a sister for Toni would be nice…our little Sophia…”

Pol groaned and for the first time in days, prayed.

**

One more fruitless day and again they came up empty. It was bitterly cold, and hope was dwindling that even with shelter there was little chance that she had survived.

**

One more day…she fed the little fire trying to economize with her limited supply of firewod, past the point when her stomach ached for food, now her body was using her own muscle for fuel to keep itself alive.

She had found a few things that were usable in the hut other than the all important matches and skins to use as blankets…a pair of very large Wellingtons that she stuffed with some of the discarded fleece she found in a refuse pile and wore on her aching feet to combat the cold…. and a real find…a part bottle of Ovomaltine powder that she was mixing with melted snow to make a hot drink…not very tasty without milk and only one little scoop of powder since she needed to conserve it…a rusted metal tin held a couple of handfuls of oatmeal but that was gone now, just barely enough to fill her mouth twice both times she had mixed it with hot snow melt….and some kibble type of animal feed that she mixed with hot water to soften and managed to keep down even though it tasted vile…that too was gone.

She shook the jar of Ovomaltine and judged that if she was careful she could make it last two more days…one thin mug per day…and then what?

‘And then I’ll be home and Urs will make me some of his special soup…We just have to stay alive until he finds us…don’t worry Baby…your Papa won’t give up!! But I do wish he would hurry…I swear I could hear planes somewhere near today…I went outside and looked around, checked the visibility of the distress sign I made when it stopped snowing… but I couldn’t see anything…and it was so cold…I stayed out, praying, hoping but then I worried that the fire would go out and went back in…and then I dreamed I could hear him… ‘Stay alive Liebe…I’m coming’…Mein Gott…am I losing my mind?’
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CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE…FOUND

The sky was just lightening when they started out the next morning. Pol had urged Urs to have some breakfast but sighed when he saw the haggard man only take coffee and down it in one long pull, put the mug down and nervously pace, waiting for the medics to join them so they could go.

What a difference all the worry and stress had made in the appearance of the normally handsome man…Urs hadn’t shaved in 5 days and of course Mia wasn’t home to trim his shaggy facial growth…his eyes were deeply shadowed and the whites streaked with red, his hair wild, this morning only finger combed…out of long habit the only personal care he had taken was very quick showers and brushing his teeth, both things he could do without conscious effort…. he wore the same wrinkled jeans and tee shirt for the third day in a row, not wanting to take the time to go up to the suite where a bag with fresh clothing had been brought from the farm by the girls.

Once again they searched the grids, inspecting the spread out huts, watching for anything that would indicate a human presence…and once again the day wore on, fruitless…until the radio crackled to life late in the afternoon.

“Team Four…we have smoke…..and a distress sign, made out of branches…Grid 247…north of the Furstein, west of the rail line, elevation 1461…faint but it is definitely smoke…going down for a look….”

Urs found it on the map and Pol changed course without any discussion, both men afraid to talk in case the radio transmitted anything further. Behind them the medics leaned forward, equally intent on what could be the news they had all been waiting for.

“There’s movement…someone crawling out of the hut…the snow is very deep…hut is half buried…looks like a person wrapped in…in animal hides…having difficulty standing…there…YES!! …she shed the coverings and is waving…a woman, light blue jacket …This is Team Four, fixed wing…request medical assistance at our co-ordinates…man, she had to go a long way downhill for those branches…nearest trees have to be at least a K away…”
They could hear the excitement in the pilot’s voice and the laughter from his team but in Pol’s heli there was silence unil Urs asked…

“How long?”

“We’re pretty far out…8 maybe 10 minutes….Team 9 is closer.”

He keyed on his mic anyway and responded.

“Team Eight….responding…ETA 9 minutes…medics and Herr Buhler on board.”

One of the medics leaned forward and clasped Urs on the shoulder.

“It’s a good sign…she’s able to move around, has enough sense to stay inside and keep warm…smart lady.”

“Yes she is,” he said and for the first time in days a faint smile crept across his face.

**

They were close enough to see the idling heli on the snowy expanse, right beside the large distress sign when Team Nine came on the radio.

“Team Nine…she’s cold and hungry but nothing serious…and the lady says she’s waiting for her husband,” the operator said with a chuckle.

Tension evaporated as Team Four laughed and cheered, waggling the wings of the fixed wing aircraft and heading south west to Interlaken. Pol softly landed his craft and Urs sprang from the side door to wade through the hip high snow towards the small portion of the hut that could be seen.

He raised the rough canvas curtain and paused in the doorway to allow his eyes to adjust, breathing in the smoky scent of the room, the cold, the tang of wet leather and pine boughs…and feasting his eyes on the huddled figure beside the rock hearth where a tiny fire flickered feebly.

She smiled and his world began to exist again…her lips were cracked and ashy colored from the cold, her lovely green eyes huge in a frame of grey pallor and black circles, but she smiled and to him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“You’re late, Nature Boy,” she murmured, her voice a bit hoarse as if she had been crying.

“Forgot where I parked.”

He crouched beside her and drew her gently to his chest, then crushed her against him when she whispered… ‘Can we go home to Toni now?’

**

Of course they couldn’t, not right away but once the medics found that Mia was suffering only from cold and bruises, a couple of small scrapes and hadn’t eaten for days except for the Ovomaltine and animal feed she had found in the hut, they did allow a few concessions. She curled up in Urs arms in the chopper, rather than on a stretcher, for the trip to Interlaken and a thorough check up in the hospital, and was allowed to sip on some beef bouillon from the thermos they had brought, just in case.

Urs hugged her tight and kissed her on the neck, softly telling her that he knew about the baby.

“Do you think…I mean are you…”

“I don’t know, Urs…it’s too early to feel any kicking yet…and I didn’t feel…or see anything…I just don’t know.”

“We’ll find out, Liebe…and deal with it together…” He cupped her face with his hands and felt the tears flowing under his fingers, leaned down and softly kissed them away.

“What’s one more miracle…finding you alive was one…our baby will be alright too.”

She tried to smile but the movement made her lips bleed and he tapped the medic for more of the balm that had been applied earlier.

“There…all nice and greasy, just how I like my women.”

“No women for you, my very own Swiss…remember I don’t like to share!”

She rested against him while they floated further and further from the little valley where she had found shelter.

“Urs…I heard the echo in the valley…it sounded like the plane crashed…”

He hesitated for a moment. The two men had hurt her, before when the assault took place and now when they kidnapped her…but Bryan was her brother, even if not her blood…and they had promised each other to be honest.

“They’re both dead, Geliebt.”

She was silent for a few minutes then sighed.

“Then they are at peace at last…it’s finished. He was going to ask you for money, but I think he really just wanted to hurt me for spoiling all his grand plans.”

She snuggled into his chest and relaxed, sleeping almost instantly while he wept tears of relief into her smoky smelling hair.

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Of course the news that she had been found spread like wildfire and there was a huge crowd at the hospital when they landed on the heli-pad.

“Urs? Who are all these people? Why are they here?”

“They’ve been looking for you, Leibe…Friends, family, Red Cross teams, SAR volunteers…they all take it very serious when one of their own is lost…”

“Well don’t let them get too close or the smell of me will knock out about half of them…you must really love me to get this close without gagging.”

He grinned as he wrapped blankets around her and waited for one of the medics to open the doors.

“I thought it was a new body lotion….Eau de Sheep Pen.”

She was laughing when they left the chopper and a cheer went up as cameras rolled and reporters tried to get closer, blocked effectively by a phalanx of Red Cross workers. Mia just smiled and waved at the crowd as Urs whisked her quickly in through the swinging doors and to a lift that took them to the examination rooms.

A doctor and several nurses were waiting and tried to shoo him out of the room when he had deposited her on the high, brightly lit table but Mia was having none of that.

“Excuse me…my husband needs to be here…and the first thing you have to tell us is …if our baby is alright…nothing else matters.”

She held her hand out to Urs, her eyes begging him not to leave and he stepped closer, putting his arm around her shoulder and squeezing.

“We got the lab report the day they took her…she’s about 7 and a half weeks now.”

A nurse helped Mia remove the clothing she had worn for the past 5 days, trying not to wrinkle her nose in distaste at the pong of the patient. The smoke and cold had permeated even through her clothing but still the contrast in the sort of clean skin and the ash and smoke stained facial skin was dramatic.

Once she was gowned in one of those hateful short, backless smocks she lay back on the table while the doctor ran a fetal heart monitor over her abdomen.

Urs and Mia watched his face intently, looking for any clues as to what he heard but the man was stone-faced, giving nothing away. He removed the ear buds and nodded at the nurse who hooked up a portable and flicked a switch…suddenly the room was filled with the rhythmic ke-thump of a tiny heart beating regularly inside her womb.

“Good strong heartbeat, Frau Buhler…your baby is fine! Now may we examine you?”

She nodded through her tears and patted Urs head where he had it buried in the nape of her neck, whispering ‘Danke Gott’ over and over.

The rest was easy…she had lost weight of course, was in ketosis, which was a fancy way of saying that her body was feeding off her muscles and creating the rotted fruit scent that leaked from her pores and made her breath disgusting. The scrape on her leg from hitting the tree had started to heal, her bruises were fading and she had a galloping case of dry skin from the cold and smoke…other than rest, warm baths, gradually getting her diet back to normal and using as much body lotion as she could coax her husband into applying there was little advice he could give her.

“Except whoever is your guardian angel, I think you owe him…or her…. a big Danke, young lady. I would like to keep you over night but I think you would be better served to go soak in a nice warm bubble bath.”

He left, shaking his head in wonder and avoided the reporters who had managed to sneak into the corridor and were eager for any little tidbits.

The nurse helped her back into her soiled clothing and left them, warning that she would try to get Security to clear the corridor so they could escape but she didn’t know how successful they would be.

Fortunately reinforcements arrived in the form of Paco, Jorge, Matt, Nate, Sig and Steve who timidly peeked inside and then came in to hug Mia. Only Paco commented on her need for a bath and she laughed.

“If we can get out of here I intend to spend the next hour up to my chin in warm sweet smelling water.”

“You will have to say something to them or they’ll just follow…you’re something of a celebrity right now…the woman who fell out of a plane in the Alps and survived for 5 days…there’s even someone out there from CNN.” Paco said with a grin.

“Alright…what ever it takes to get home.”

Urs kept his arm around her shoulder as they went out into the corridor and they were mobbed even though the six strong men tried to make a path. Mia held her hands up and finally the questions quieted and she spoke to the forest of mics thrust in her direction.

“I just want to thank everyone who worked so hard to get me home...they didn’t give up even though I’m sure it seemed an impossibility that I was still alive….one more day and I would have been out of fuel for the fire, out of the only sustenance I had left, a few spoonfuls of Ovomaltine powder. I knew if I could just hang on that my husband and the wonderful people at the Red Cross and SAR would find me…that’s what kept me going…now please…I’m sure the people in the front row will agree that I desperately need a bath…and I long to see our son…please, no more questions tonight.”

Only a few of the reporters persisted, the rest respecting her wishes and parting to let her little entourage pass. Within a few minutes they were in a vehicle and speeding to the Hotel.

**

They pulled up out front of the hotel and again it was a mob scene, this time better controlled since Gerd had marshaled his tired volunteers to clear a path. He was beaming when he saw Urs getting out of the van belonging to the local Red Cross chapter and gave him a thumbs up in acknowledgement.

Urs reached back in to help Mia out and saw immediately that she needed help.

“I’m sorry, Urs…the adrenal rush of being found seems to have run out…I feel really weak…”

“No problem, Liebe…I’m here.”

He held his arms out and she went into them, swept up against his chest, his strong arms holding her securely as they passed between the clapping and cheering throng, the reporters who shouted questions and the Red Cross and SAR volunteers who could smile with pride at a mission well done.

The concierge had an elevator secured for them and their little troupe entered, whisked directly up to the floor where the family waited in the main suite.

It wasn’t much quieter here but Mia handled it, until Urs saw how pale she was becoming under her soiled skin and took charge.

“Right now what’s needed most is a bath and some soup…Mags could you sort out some of Mia’s clothes from the stuff you brought from the farm…Irma, would you see if the kitchen has a nice, kind of homemade soup, nothing too thick and I think some toast…and maybe some yogurt to start her tummy working again….I’ll be back once I have our lady here in a bubble bath.”

The suite had a separate shower and bath so Urs sat her on a stool in the bathroom and stripped her, bagging the soiled clothing for disposal and starting with a shower, not too hot since she wasn’t accustomed to the heat yet. She sat on the bench and let him wash her, not even teasing, her exhaustion far too over powering at this point. He was gentle, but thorough, washing her hair three times, her body twice, brushing her filthy nails with a soft brush and reminding himself that later he would see about a manicure…right now it wasn’t important. When she was clean he left her for a few minutes, leaning against the wall, while he dumped in half a bottle of bubble bath and made a mountain of suds in the big tub, coming back to fetch her and gently laying her in so her head was resting on the bath pillow, the scent of the bubbles making her smile at last.

“That’s better…Urs just how much bubble bath did you pour in here?…we could float half way to London on all of these.”

“Half a bottle…why? Too much?” he said with the old grin appearing.

She laughed and trailed her hand through the foam that threatened any second to over flow the tub.

“Just a tad…You look terrible…you’ve been surviving on coffee, not eating or sleeping much…right? I can’t leave you alone for 5 days but you start falling apart.”

“I could maybe use a shave…”

Magda tapped on the door and called out that she had some clothes for Mia. Urs let her in and said he was going for his shaving kit, would she stay with Mia.

She came closer, setting the robe and night gown down on the vanity, the slippers on the floor underneath and wouldn’t meet Mia’s eyes at first.

“Mags, what is it? Why won’t you look at me?”

“I have a confession to make…I gave up…Mia I’m sorry I just didn’t think you could still be alive and I tried to get Urs to see reason but he was so sure and hurting so much…I let you down and I’m so sorry.”

“Nonsense…you’re still here, aren’t you…when it mattered you came and if you tried to make Urs see reason, it was done out of love for him, nothing less. I understand…I’m amazed that I survived too…please don’t let this be an issue between us…I love you…you’re my sister.”

Magda came closer and leaned down to hug her, hesitating when she realized that she was going to get very wet, then doing it anyway. Urs came back to find them soggy, crying and laughing and shook his head in wonder…women were such a mystery sometimes!!
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CHAPTER SEVENTY…TIDYING UP

She nearly fell asleep in the soothing bath while Urs stood at the vanity, clad just in his Calvins and shaved his scruffy face. He had quickly shampooed his hair while in the shower with Mia and now looked a little more like the man people usually saw. He pulled the stool over beside the tub when he was done and watched her, his eyes never getting enough of seeing her here, in the hotel, safe and smiling.

Very gently he leaned over and immersed his arm in the water, letting his hand splay across her tummy and smiling as she opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Our miracle baby…I’m so happy…I feel like cheering and crying, like singing…I hope it’s a girl…but I don’t really care…safe and healthy and ours…that’s the important thing…I can teach Toni how to be a big brother, how to always look out for her…Mia, I love you both so much.”

She rested her hand on his and smiled.

“I know, Love…that’s what kept me going…I kept telling the Baby that when you came for us we would go home and you would make us soup…I never stopped believing that you would find us.”

She got a sad look in her eyes and her voice broke as she kept talking.

“Urs…I’m so sorry for causing you so much trouble…it seems that since I came into your life it’s been one terrible thing after the other….”

He surprised her with his reaction, standing and stepping into the tub, kneeling then slipping underneath her body to cradle her against him, her back firmly against his chest.

“DON’T EVER SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN!! You have brought so much joy to my life…you made me understand what real love is and I wouldn’t want my life to be any other way, not now, not when I have you and Toni and our new baby to fill my heart. What happened was not your fault…you were the victim, Liebling, the victim and it’s over! We survived and we’re stronger because of it. We have so much to look forward to.”

She tilted her head back and wanted to kiss him but hesitated since her mouth still tasted like she had been chewing on old rubber tires.

“I want to brush my teeth and gargle so I can kiss you…I taste gross.”

“Not to me…I have an excellent memory.”

He bent his head and kissed her, releasing her after a moment and chuckling.

“Maybe we’ll wait a bit…my memory isn’t as good as I thought.”

She laughed and snuggled closer.

“I wonder if we’re leaking into the suite below us,” she said with a nod at the pool of water and suds that his entry into the tub had caused on the bathroom floor.

“Someone will deal with it…right now I think we should get out of here…the water is getting cool.”

He helped her out and dried her off, silently taking his toothbrush from the vanity and handing it to her.

“Forgot to pack yours…sorry.”

She brushed her teeth until he was worried that her gums would bleed if she continued, used the mouthwash twice and presented her newly clean mouth for inspection.

It must have tasted fine since he kissed her for so long that they were in danger of staying that way permanently.

Only the slight shiver as her damp body reacted to the little draft from the vent made them pull apart and he helped her dress in a long tee shirt, sleep pants, robe and slippers, sat her on the stool and brushed her curling hair until it was tidy and waving about her shoulders.

“When I went for my kit there was a message from Gerd…if you’re up to it the teams would like to welcome you home… they’re all in the command center downstairs, packing up the equipment…what do you think?...just for a few minutes…they worked so hard to find you, Liebe….”

She smiled and told him that she wanted to, that she would crawl down stairs if necessary.

So he carried her out into the Lounge where the family was still celebrating and everyone went down to Base.

It didn’t feel awkward at all walking into the huge room and mingling with the workers and volunteers. She walked a bit at first, until Urs saw how she was tiring and picked her up again, going from group to group, hugging those she knew from working with them, thanking the strangers who she had talked to on line now and then, crying a bit at the real affection she felt coming from everyone and staying in Gerd’s bear hug for several minutes when she felt him shaking with emotion.

“We don’t always have happy endings, you know that,” he said when he could speak without his deep voice cracking. “That’s why this time it’s so important to celebrate. Over the years I’ve learned to treasure the successes…it makes the times when we can only do a recovery that much more bearable.”

Mia smiled and patted his cheek. She knew that ‘recovery’ meant that only the retrieval of bodies had been accomplished.

“Well I’m happy to give you something to celebrate….Gerd, that shepherd…I’m afraid I stole his Wellies…I didn’t even think about it…they’re upstairs.”

Urs over heard what she said and laughed.
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