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Alex smiled with amusement, but also relief. If she was feisty, she was going to be all right.
I suppose, Marcail went on, her voice just as cross, that you want to know my mothers maiden name or something equally as silly to see if I really know who I am. Well, I know exactly who I am! Im a woman whos considering leaving her husband if he doesnt let her go back to sleep!
Alex laughed outright at this, but he was also wise enough to listen to her. Within minutes she was tucked securely back beneath the covers and on her way to sleep.
Alex took a little longer to find his own rest. His mind dwelt on this unusual marriage in which he found himself. How did a man whod been married for several years, widowed, and then married again, keep from touching his new wife? How did a man share a bed with his wife and manage to keep his distance, even though he found her desirable?
It had to be the Lord, Alex concluded. He knew himself to be a man like any other, with God-given desires. But God had also given him a wife who needed special nurturing at this time, and for that Gods sustaining strength was proving to be more than sufficient.
As though the Lord spoke to him, Alex suddenly remembered Joseph from the New Testament, a man whod married the woman he loved when she was carrying the Son of God. The angel had not told Joseph he could not touch Mary, but he chose to keep her a virgin until after the baby was born.
Alex was not trying to be blasphemous by comparing himself and Marcail to Joseph and Mary, but thinking of Joseph was an encouragement to him. Of course Joseph had known that the pregnancy would come to an end, whereas Alex had no such guarantee. Still, Joseph had been Gods man for the job, and God had blessed him.
Alex rolled onto his side to see the woman lying next to him. The moonlight came through the window and illumined just a part of her face, but Alex didnt need the light to know how lovely she was.
I love you, Marcail, he whispered, knowing she would not hear. And I pray that someday youll love me too. Alex slept then, but not before he asked God to let that day be soon.
When Alex woke again it was light outside. Hed intended to wake Marcail one more time before morning, but his body must have had other ideas.
Alex padded downstairs, barefoot and without a shirt, to find his father having breakfast in the kitchen. He knew his mother would still be sleeping. His father was ready for church, but had time before he needed to leave. Alex joined him.
Good morning, Samuel greeted his youngest son.
Morning, Alex returned as he poured himself a cup of coffee.