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Oh, my, Charlie breathed as she held up very feminine linen undergarments and bed attire. There were two shifts, a camisole, a nightgown, and a pair of bloomers. Charlie stood fingering all of them for some minutes before she remembered Sean.
Oh, she said in dismay as she held the nightgown in her arms. Theres nothing for you. I really thought there would be.
Seans eyes twinkled as one dark eyebrow lifted. On the contrary, I think everything in there is for me. He laughed softly and pulled Charlie into his lap when she blushed to the roots of her hair.
Why didnt you want to open the box? he asked as Charlie leaned against his chest.
Charlie sighed. The past few days have been so hard for you, and I wanted to do something to make them easier. Instead, all Ive done is sit back and watch you. Then this box arrived not addressed to you, and I thought that might make you feel even worse.
I love your honesty, he told her simply. And its my own fault that the last few days have been hard. Ive been picturing myself in Hartleys shoes, and believe me, its easy to do when youve been there. But thats not the worst of it. Ive been so worried about Hartleys future that Ive forgotten the here and now.
The here and now?
You, Charlie. You are the here and now. I cant do anything for Hartley. The judge will determine his fate, and unless Hartley asks to see me, I wont talk to him again before he hangs or goes to jail for the rest of his life. There is nothing I can do about that. But my darling wife, who happens to be a new believer in Christ and needs much nurturing and guiding, well, lets just say I can see now that Ive been neglecting her. Im sorry.
Charlie kissed him and told him she didnt feel at all neglected. Sean wasnt convinced, but the door was opened for a full evening of sharing. Sean told Charlie everything he was feeling, and Charlie, who had been holding off with more questions about God, was able to question Sean to her hearts content.
It was past the time they both should have been asleep when Charlie ended the night with one more question.
Sean, she said in a sleepy voice, why do you call me Charlie now and not Charlotte?
He answered after a moment. Charlie was too familiar when we were first married, and then after getting to know you, I wanted you to understand that I look at you as a man does a woman. The name Charlie wasnt very fitting in that case. But suddenly you just became my darling Charlie, and I rarely even think of calling you Charlotte anymore. Which name do you prefer?
Charlie, the sleepy redhead answered with a tired sigh. Or my darling Charlie. Either one will do.
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