Isabella.
Good Lord. She was perfect.
Perfectly confusing his mind and body.
She held him tightly. She placed her head on his chest.
How was he to respond?
He didn't.
But he didn't let her go. He held her just the same.
And it felt good.
Better than he thought.
He didn't want to let her go.
That was dangerous.
Dangerous and trying.
Isabella fit perfectly in his grip.
Perfectly.
Another perfectly associated with her.
There was something about her.
Something more than he realized every day he spent with her.
She was a God-send.
It was hard for him to admit who she was to him.
She wasn't just the woman he married.
She was the woman he wanted.
The woman he wanted now.
The woman he wanted forever.
How?
She was intoxicating in a blameless way.
She was infuriatingly attractive.
He wanted to take her in and have her as she was.
Have her as his friend.
Have her as his lover.
Have her as his own.
It was right.
She had his last name.
He didn't know how he'd make his intentions known.
He didn't know how to talk to Isabella.
He never had to talk about feelings.
Andrew cleared his throat and spoke. "Lord, I, uh, You know that I never done this before,"
"But I want to give Isabella the loving she deserves. I got it in me. I just don't know how to go about using it."
He had a great deal of ideas and things he could do for her. Only springing them on her out of the blue didn't seem like the way to go.
"When she hugged me, You know I don't go looking for," He didn't know how to say it. "I don't go making opportunities to feel that way. Everything about her is right. I just don't know how to tell her,"
He was at a loss.
He knew how to handle a farm. He knew how to serve his community. He now knew how to be served.
He needed to learn how to love Isabella.
People spoke about their love. People served for their love.
He couldn't speak well enough to say the right things.
He always served, it couldn't be seen as an act of love.
What could he do?
His eyes widened at the sudden revelation.
Never in his life did Andrew blush; that changed today.
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Haven
ChickLitSet in 1900 - Haven; a place of safety or refuge - He gave her a place to hideaway and find comfort. She gave him the love he didn't think he needed. Under the bond of holy matrimony, they find haven in one another, and ultimately haven in Christ. ...
