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Authors: Kirsten Osbourne
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, Saga, Family Life, Western, Short-Story, Religious, Christian, Inspirational, Bachelor, matchmaker, Marriage of Convenience, Wisconsin, Faith, widower, victorian era, independence, Forever Love, Single Woman, Fifty-Books, Forty-Five Authors, Newspaper Ad, American Mail-Order Bride, Factory Burned, Pioneer, Single Father, Deceased Wife, Thirtieth In Series, Problems, Two Boys, Differences, Loveless Marriage
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Sure, they didn't see eye to eye on everything, but he and Erna hadn't either, and their marriage had been a good one. He couldn't help but wonder what their lives could be like if he wasn't so dead set against falling in love with her.
She fixed him a plate, piling the chicken high. Then she made herself a plate with much smaller portions. "Should we call the boys over or let them play ball for a bit before they eat?"
"Let them play for a while." Jakob frowned. He did so well with her until they were completely alone, and then he lost his ability to remain distant. What was it about her that attracted him so much? She looked nothing like his first wife, who had been a short woman with dark hair.
Roberta was a tall blonde, and he loved her eyes. Somehow they seemed so exotic to him. He'd never seen a woman with hair so fair and eyes so brown. It just seemed like something special to him.
"I know you like fried chicken, so I made it for our picnic," she said softly, needing to break the silence between them.
He took a bite of the chicken and nodded. "It's good." Her cooking wasn't as good as Erna's, but he enjoyed it. She'd learn to cater to his tastes a bit more, and he looked forward to that day.
"I'm caught up on all the cleaning. Now, I'll be able to just maintain everything, so I'll have more time for sewing and other hand crafts. I'll get you a couple pairs of pants made first thing. Is there anything else you'd like me to work on for you? I know the boys both need several things as well."
He nodded. "I could use two or three more shirts. My shirts were getting old already when Erna died. She hated to sew, and she kept promising that my shirts would be the next thing on her list to make. She'd been promising that for a year."
Bobbie smiled. It was the first time he had said anything negative about his first wife, and she was happy to hear that the woman was a mortal like all others. She felt like she'd be playing second fiddle for the rest of her life. Maybe the way to this man's heart was through sewing?
"I'll go to the general store first thing in the morning and get started on those. I've already taken the old pair of pants you gave me apart to use as a pattern. Maybe you could find me an old shirt as well." She took a bite of the potato salad and smiled. It tasted just like Sarah's. She felt like she'd done something right there.
The boys rushed over then, dropping to the quilt. "I'm dying of hunger!" Lukas announced.
Bobbie widened her eyes and stared at him, feigning alarm. "Dying? Oh no! You'd better start your meal with a cookie then!" She fished in the basket and gave him one of the cookies she'd made.
Lukas grinned. "We should always eat our dessert first!"
Bobbie grinned. "I agree. I had a friend back in Massachusetts who liked to tell me that life is short, and we should eat dessert first. I think it's a good, wise idea." She thought fondly of Gabrielle, her friend who had been through so much. Her attitude had always been one of making the most out of every moment.
Jakob shook his head. "We'll not be eating dessert first. Not in my house."
She sighed heavily, winking at Lukas. "Sorry. I tried. Your vater doesn't like the idea, though."
Konrad frowned. "I want to eat a cookie first too!"
Bobbie found another cookie in the basket. "Just this once!" She winked at Jakob as he shook his head at her, laughter on his lips.
Jakob watched as she gave his son a cookie, amazed at how different she was when she was relaxed and having fun instead of constantly working. He liked this side of her and was very happy to see it. He knew he needed to harden his heart, but watching her with his boys made that very hard for him to do.
"Now that you've given them sugar, maybe you should fix real food on a plate for them."
Bobbie laughed softly, getting out two plates and adding chicken and potato salad for each of the boys. "My friend Gabrielle would definitely approve."
"Who's Gabrielle?" Lukas asked.
"When
She fixed him a plate, piling the chicken high. Then she made herself a plate with much smaller portions. "Should we call the boys over or let them play ball for a bit before they eat?"
"Let them play for a while." Jakob frowned. He did so well with her until they were completely alone, and then he lost his ability to remain distant. What was it about her that attracted him so much? She looked nothing like his first wife, who had been a short woman with dark hair.
Roberta was a tall blonde, and he loved her eyes. Somehow they seemed so exotic to him. He'd never seen a woman with hair so fair and eyes so brown. It just seemed like something special to him.
"I know you like fried chicken, so I made it for our picnic," she said softly, needing to break the silence between them.
He took a bite of the chicken and nodded. "It's good." Her cooking wasn't as good as Erna's, but he enjoyed it. She'd learn to cater to his tastes a bit more, and he looked forward to that day.
"I'm caught up on all the cleaning. Now, I'll be able to just maintain everything, so I'll have more time for sewing and other hand crafts. I'll get you a couple pairs of pants made first thing. Is there anything else you'd like me to work on for you? I know the boys both need several things as well."
He nodded. "I could use two or three more shirts. My shirts were getting old already when Erna died. She hated to sew, and she kept promising that my shirts would be the next thing on her list to make. She'd been promising that for a year."
Bobbie smiled. It was the first time he had said anything negative about his first wife, and she was happy to hear that the woman was a mortal like all others. She felt like she'd be playing second fiddle for the rest of her life. Maybe the way to this man's heart was through sewing?
"I'll go to the general store first thing in the morning and get started on those. I've already taken the old pair of pants you gave me apart to use as a pattern. Maybe you could find me an old shirt as well." She took a bite of the potato salad and smiled. It tasted just like Sarah's. She felt like she'd done something right there.
The boys rushed over then, dropping to the quilt. "I'm dying of hunger!" Lukas announced.
Bobbie widened her eyes and stared at him, feigning alarm. "Dying? Oh no! You'd better start your meal with a cookie then!" She fished in the basket and gave him one of the cookies she'd made.
Lukas grinned. "We should always eat our dessert first!"
Bobbie grinned. "I agree. I had a friend back in Massachusetts who liked to tell me that life is short, and we should eat dessert first. I think it's a good, wise idea." She thought fondly of Gabrielle, her friend who had been through so much. Her attitude had always been one of making the most out of every moment.
Jakob shook his head. "We'll not be eating dessert first. Not in my house."
She sighed heavily, winking at Lukas. "Sorry. I tried. Your vater doesn't like the idea, though."
Konrad frowned. "I want to eat a cookie first too!"
Bobbie found another cookie in the basket. "Just this once!" She winked at Jakob as he shook his head at her, laughter on his lips.
Jakob watched as she gave his son a cookie, amazed at how different she was when she was relaxed and having fun instead of constantly working. He liked this side of her and was very happy to see it. He knew he needed to harden his heart, but watching her with his boys made that very hard for him to do.
"Now that you've given them sugar, maybe you should fix real food on a plate for them."
Bobbie laughed softly, getting out two plates and adding chicken and potato salad for each of the boys. "My friend Gabrielle would definitely approve."
"Who's Gabrielle?" Lukas asked.
"When
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