Read Online Montana (Modern Mail Order Bride Book 2) by Olivia Gaines - Free Book Online

before I left the bed,” he grinned, accepting the cup of coffee.
    “You’ll do better with the scrambled eggs,” she told him. She held onto the robe she wore, cinched tight about her waist with a corded tie, for mental support. The cup she held had no coffee since it was her intention of heading into the guest room to go back to sleep on a bed that didn’t complain every time a body moved.
    He ate in silence, never taking his eyes off of his new bride.
    “What?” she asked with a sleepy frown.
    “You are a mighty fine-looking woman, Pecola Johnson,” he told her.
    This was the first time she’d heard her new name. “Pecola Johnson,” she repeated. “I like it.”
    He cut a bit of the ham steak and shoved it into his mouth. “Can I ask you something, Honey?”
    Words were not her friend before the sun came up; Pecola only nodded her agreement. Maybe she should have waited until after lunch to answer her husband.  He barreled on wanting to know, “How long before...I mean...when do you think we should start working on making some babies?”
    Had she been drinking something this would have been the perfect point to spit it out across the room. “I’m sorry. I am still asleep.  What?”
    “Are you still taking a contraceptive or was our first time together possibly the start of our new family?” he asked, looking her squarely in the face.
    Her lips were pressed tightly together when she answered him.  “I am still taking something,” she confessed. Her eyes were down when she responded.
    “How long are you going to continue to take it?  I mean it has to get out of your system and all,” he told her.
    “True.  The marriage contract states the child has to be conceived in the first year, so technically, we can begin trying in August,” she hoped her words would reach his heart instead of simply his ears.
    “Why so long?”
    “I want a few months to dig into this life, focus on your vision, and get it off the ground and moving in the right direction.” Her words were not flying.  She took another approach. “Selfishly, I want you to myself before I have to share you with someone else.  I want time to fall head over heels in love with you.”
    He stopped chewing.  He made a loud sound as he sucked at his tooth. “Fair enough, but can we agree that you will stop taking the contraceptive at the end of May?”
    She wasn’t so sleepy that she was unable to negotiate. “Can we compromise and I stop taking it at the end of June?”
    “Mid-June.”
    Pecola watched him finish the meal, rising from the table to wash his plate in the sink.  Firm butt cheeks filled the seat of the worn out Wranglers. Powerful thighs carried him back to the table as he sat and pulled on his boots.  It did not escape his notice that she had not responded.
    With measured steps, booted, he walked over to her end of the table, taking her by the hand and tugging until she was standing. He pulled at the cords of her robe, allowing the material to fall open and expose the cute little pink nightgown he wanted to rip off her body so he could have her on the kitchen table. Already he was late, but this was important. Heirs to the Johnson land were important.
    A warm hand went to her belly, pressing softly into the firm flesh. “The next generation of Johnsons on this land in the new year is critical to our vision.  You are the bearer of my future. Everything that I am. Everything that I shall be is dependent upon you bringing forth new life on this land.  We...,” he paused. “...cannot afford wasteful minutes waiting for romanticized ideas about you falling head over heels in love with me. The love you have that got you across this country and into that marriage bed shall have to suffice.”
    Those nurturing eyes were looking at her.  The thick black hair was shiny as he bent to his knees, lifting the nightgown to plant small kisses upon her belly. When he rose, his hands went to her face. “The idea of your belly