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Riggs grin was unrepentant, and Jeff had to do a good deal of negotiating, as well as put up with plenty of laughter and leg-pulling, to get Rigg to tell. When he finally had his answer, he started toward the house.
Rigg called after him, Dont blame Gil; I threatened him into helping.
Riggs words made complete sense to Jeff as soon as he hit the upstairs hallway. Gilbert was leaning calmly against the wall as though he was expecting Jeff, and he smiled as he approached. No words were exchanged as Gilbert took himself off to the party and Jeff let himself quietly into the bedroom.
Bobbie awoke when Jeffs lips touched her own. Is that how boring you find our wedding day?
Bobbie smiled drowsily, and Jeff scooped her into his arms, took her chair, and settled his new wife in his lap. Bobbie cuddled against him and Jeff stole another kiss.
Do you know how long Ive wanted to hold you like this?
I think so, Bobbie answered, and rested her head on Jeffs shoulder before she spoke again in a whisper.
Have I been worth the wait?
Jeff kissed her long and hard. Does that answer your question?
Will you do that again?
The groom smiled. Well, I guess that answers mine.
Gilbert, who had come back upstairs to tell the newlyweds they were wanted in the garden, hesitated before knocking on the door of the silent room. A space of a few heartbeats passed and Gil shook his head in the empty corridor and started back downstairs. Bill met him on the landing.
Did you talk to Jeff?
No, the door is shut and things are pretty quiet.
Bill remembered in a moment how much he had wanted to be alone with his wife after their wedding.
Im sure theyll come down soon. If not, Rigg can go up, since its his fault Bobbies up there in the first place.
Gilbert had no arguments with that line of reasoning and made a beeline for the food table. Bill, on the other hand, joined his wife, who asked where Jeff and Bobbie were.
Newlyweds, was all Bill had to say as they walked arm in arm back to the party.
epilogue
Christmas Day 1872
The Taylor house was filled to the brim with family and friends. Bill, May, and sons were joined by Jake and Maryanne Bradford, Mr. Parker and Joey, the Marshall Riggs family, including Sean and Marcail Donovan, the Stuart Townsend family, Jeff and Bobbie Taylor, and Troy and Carla Bradford.
Bobbie was settled on the sofa with her niece Gretchen on her lap and her niece Paige at her side. When Marcail joined them, Bobbie laughed in delight at the smile that broke over Gretchens face upon spotting her Aunt Marcail.
Did you want to take her?
No, you can keep her. I get to hold her all the time. Will you have your own baby someday, Bobbie?