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turned earth.
"What if I'm not any good?" I asked.
He smiled and laughed.
"I think you are very good, Kate," he teased.
I frowned at his sudden bravado. His laughter guttered out when he noticed I was not laughing.
"You are nervous that you will not do well as my wife?" he asked, stopping half way up the hill to turn toward me.
I blushed at his words. I had a feeling we would be fine as husband and wife. It was the daily routine that I worried over.
Planting, farming, mucking out the stalls.
He cleared his throat and threaded his fingers through mine, his grasp almost desperate.
"I must confess I am fearful that I will not make a good enough husband for you," he whispered.
I looked up at him in surprise.
"I don't think that."
He looked back at his house; his eyes had turned melancholy, a reminder of how he had been when I first met him.
"Look at it, Kate," he murmured. "My father would have sown all the fields, and I barely made one field prosper this year. I do not have food stores made for winter; I do not know how I will feed my horses, much less myself. I cannot take care of myself, let alone a wife. It will be difficult. How will I take care of you?"
I touched his face, drawing it a little closer to mine. I leaned up and placed my lips over his to offer him some of the comfort he always shared with me when I doubted. He let out a soft sigh and leaned into the kiss, but I pulled away, pressing my palm onto his cheek so he was looking toward his house once more.
"Do you know what I see?" I asked near his ear.
He shook his head.
"I see a home that needs two people to make it thrive. I see your hard work in those fields. And I see a home that is beginning to shine again. Maybe what I am most afraid of is that I don't know what you expect from me. I want to learn, but I need to know what to do in order to be a part of it. I see a beginning for both of us," I whispered and held him a little closer.
"You will not turn away?" he asked, looking down at me. "If it becomes too difficult?"
I shook my head and smiled.
"Teach me and we'll do it together," I replied and laughed when he grinned down at me.
He leaned in and sought my lips and capturing them in earnest, letting out a low moan when he finally pulled away.
"We should hurry back. Jonah will not be long behind us," he murmured.
I nodded and we made our way back to the Berger house, the sun casting long shadows across the grass as we crossed the yard toward the garden. We picked three of the ripest cantaloupes and retreated into the kitchen, enjoying the coolness of the house after the day in the sun. Nathan hung back while I washed up and prepared the melon, smiling his way every now and then as he sat and watched me.
I cut the melon into small pieces, tossing them into a bowl as I worked. I tried one or two pieces, realizing I was hungry. I hadn't eaten much during the day, but as we stood there in the quiet, my calm allowed my body to feel hungry once more. I glanced back at Nathan again as I popped another bite into my mouth, pausing when I noticed him staring.
The heat of his look made the air in the room seem much colder as my skin heated. How could someone as innocent as Nathan offer such a lusty stare? And why couldn't we get more than a few minutes alone?
I was spoiled from my time with him outside the confines of the Amish.
As if to prove the point, we heard the buggy pull up, carrying the Bergers.
Nathan let out a slow breath and scrubbed at his jaw before standing to walk outside, distancing himself from temptation. I let out my own sigh and returned to finishing up with the melons as Fannie came in.
We fixed something light for supper, the heat of the day making everyone quiet and thoughtful. When the meal was done, we finished cleaning and I settled onto the swing with Nathan, Emma and John relaxing as they found a place in the fading light away from us. We sat there and read quietly, Nathan pulling me close as he read near my ear,
"What if I'm not any good?" I asked.
He smiled and laughed.
"I think you are very good, Kate," he teased.
I frowned at his sudden bravado. His laughter guttered out when he noticed I was not laughing.
"You are nervous that you will not do well as my wife?" he asked, stopping half way up the hill to turn toward me.
I blushed at his words. I had a feeling we would be fine as husband and wife. It was the daily routine that I worried over.
Planting, farming, mucking out the stalls.
He cleared his throat and threaded his fingers through mine, his grasp almost desperate.
"I must confess I am fearful that I will not make a good enough husband for you," he whispered.
I looked up at him in surprise.
"I don't think that."
He looked back at his house; his eyes had turned melancholy, a reminder of how he had been when I first met him.
"Look at it, Kate," he murmured. "My father would have sown all the fields, and I barely made one field prosper this year. I do not have food stores made for winter; I do not know how I will feed my horses, much less myself. I cannot take care of myself, let alone a wife. It will be difficult. How will I take care of you?"
I touched his face, drawing it a little closer to mine. I leaned up and placed my lips over his to offer him some of the comfort he always shared with me when I doubted. He let out a soft sigh and leaned into the kiss, but I pulled away, pressing my palm onto his cheek so he was looking toward his house once more.
"Do you know what I see?" I asked near his ear.
He shook his head.
"I see a home that needs two people to make it thrive. I see your hard work in those fields. And I see a home that is beginning to shine again. Maybe what I am most afraid of is that I don't know what you expect from me. I want to learn, but I need to know what to do in order to be a part of it. I see a beginning for both of us," I whispered and held him a little closer.
"You will not turn away?" he asked, looking down at me. "If it becomes too difficult?"
I shook my head and smiled.
"Teach me and we'll do it together," I replied and laughed when he grinned down at me.
He leaned in and sought my lips and capturing them in earnest, letting out a low moan when he finally pulled away.
"We should hurry back. Jonah will not be long behind us," he murmured.
I nodded and we made our way back to the Berger house, the sun casting long shadows across the grass as we crossed the yard toward the garden. We picked three of the ripest cantaloupes and retreated into the kitchen, enjoying the coolness of the house after the day in the sun. Nathan hung back while I washed up and prepared the melon, smiling his way every now and then as he sat and watched me.
I cut the melon into small pieces, tossing them into a bowl as I worked. I tried one or two pieces, realizing I was hungry. I hadn't eaten much during the day, but as we stood there in the quiet, my calm allowed my body to feel hungry once more. I glanced back at Nathan again as I popped another bite into my mouth, pausing when I noticed him staring.
The heat of his look made the air in the room seem much colder as my skin heated. How could someone as innocent as Nathan offer such a lusty stare? And why couldn't we get more than a few minutes alone?
I was spoiled from my time with him outside the confines of the Amish.
As if to prove the point, we heard the buggy pull up, carrying the Bergers.
Nathan let out a slow breath and scrubbed at his jaw before standing to walk outside, distancing himself from temptation. I let out my own sigh and returned to finishing up with the melons as Fannie came in.
We fixed something light for supper, the heat of the day making everyone quiet and thoughtful. When the meal was done, we finished cleaning and I settled onto the swing with Nathan, Emma and John relaxing as they found a place in the fading light away from us. We sat there and read quietly, Nathan pulling me close as he read near my ear,
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