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Sean learned in no time at all that Charlie loved to have her back scratched. In fact, she was downright greedy about it! Her request for him to scratch a certain spot on her back for a minute always turned into a half-hour. She was disappointed when he stopped, even when he told her his arm was ready to fall off.
Their favorite times were Sunday mornings, because they were able to sleep in. Since the livery was closed, the only chores were feeding the stock and checking the forge. They were usually able to cuddle and talk in bed for more than an hour before they needed to get ready for church. It was during this time that they had their most important discussions.
Sean, can I ask you something?
Sure.
The night you moved into my room, you asked me if I liked children. Why? Seans shoulder vibrated under Charlies cheek and jaw. Whats so funny?
Me, Sean answered her, his voice still full of laughter. I couldnt for the life of me figure out how to bring the conversation around to intimate things, so I thought if we talked about babies, youd understand that I wanted a marriage in every way and that I was going nowhere.
Oh, Charlie replied thoughtfully. Sean shifted so he could see her face.
By the way, you never answered me. Do you like children?
I think so. I havent been around them much.
What was your own childhood like? It was a question Sean had wanted to ask for a long time, and he prayed even now as he waited to see if his timing had been right.
Not much fun, Charlie admitted softly. I could never do anything right.
You mean in your grandfathers eyes?
Charlie sighed. He was not an easy man.
Tell me about him, Sean entreated, attempting with his voice and eyes to tell her just how much he wanted to know.
Sadie told me hed always been the same, Charlie began. Even when she was a little girl she remembers him being overbearing and cruel. Sadie thinks his own father must have treated him that way; it was the only way he ever knew. She also thinks it would have been better if either she or my mother had been a boy.
You didnt know your mother, did you?
Not personally, no, but Sadie has been telling me about her forever. She was a lot like Sadie I thinkwarm, caring, and nurturing.
Were you ever able to talk to your grandfather?