We have been on the go since the weekend. I thought I would have time to sit on the patio, maybe read a few books, do some crocheting for my sales, we even planned on a day trip to the lake.
Furniture move #2 was a result of my son finally selling his captains bed and mattress. The darn thing has been for sale for 2 weeks, and it has just been an exercise in frustration. People offer less than half the asking price without even coming to see the article. I'm afraid I was a little rude to quite a few people over the week! But it did get sold, and it was hoisted out of the basement (not an easy task), and then came the ripping down the walls phase.
And tomorrow will be moving furniture #3, when we go to pick up a full bedroom suite that he is purchasing from friends of ours.
Well maybe Sunday will be a nice day to have a vacation....
So let's finish Chapter 16..
His heart soared. “I have waited so many nights to be alone with you, if even for just a minute or two . . . let’s not waste this time . . .” he said as he lowered his head just a little more and their lips met.
He kissed her like a man finding water after days in the dessert. She was sweet and warm and the taste of her made him think that never was there a woman so perfect in the entire world. He drew out the kiss until he felt her gently pulling away, and then he released her slowly, all the while longing for a minute more.
“Emilie,” he whispered roughly as he crushed her to his chest.
“I thought you wanted to ask me a question!” she teased him in a soft whisper.
“I do want to ask you a question, but I want to kiss you too,” he smiled as he pulled her back into his arms. “We get along so well, Emilie – and I know you have feelings for me. When Karl returns from the mountains; do you think you would consider marrying me, Emilie?”
“Oh Joseph!” she sighed, “I don’t think I am ready to marry anyone yet. You see I am just getting used to this way of life, and then there’s the children . . .”
“Karl can always find another housekeeper, Emilie. I love you, and I want you for my wife!”
Emilie reached up and surrounded his dear face with her mitten-covered hands. “Can we wait a while before we think of marrying, Joseph? I’m not ready, I’m sorry, but I’m just not ready . . .”
He noticed the distress in her voice and felt remorse for putting it there. He sighed deeply and nodded his head. “Okay, we’ll wait for a while,” he acquiesced, “ But I won’t quit asking,” he warned her lightly as once again she pulled out of his arms.
“I must go. The children are waiting to be put to bed. Thank you Joseph, for a lovely night,” she relayed to him in their own language, “I’ll see you soon.” She said before turning away and hurrying toward the door.
As she readied the children for bed, she determinedly pushed Joseph’s declaration from her mind, but much later as she lay in her bed with the small warm body of Karl’s child beside her, she closed her eyes and remembered another man’s kiss, and wondered how she could be considering marriage to another when it was Karl’s kisses she longed for.
“Oh Karl,” she whispered into her pillow, “Please come home soon!”