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Alexs look was more tender than Marcail had ever seen. She watched him draw the covers back from one side of the bed in invitation. Of their own volition, Marcails feet propelled her forward. She crawled onto the bed and knelt just a few inches from her husband.
Katie is right. Alexs soft voice was deep, and Marcail felt a chill down her spine. There is nothing to fear because we do love each other. Ive never thought of you as a child. If you were a child, you wouldnt be ready to be my wifeand youve proved that you are by joining me tonight.
Marcail took great comfort in his words and found that all cowardice had melted away. She leaned forward until her lips found Alexs. She kissed him tenderly and when that wasnt enough, she reached to hold his face in her small hands and kiss him some more, hardly aware of the way Alexs strong arms had come up to hold her.
Alexs own heart threatened to thunder from his chest at her touch as well as the softly spoken words of love she whispered again and again. He knew this was a beginning for them, even as he knew she would spend this night and every night in his arms. Again Alex found himself asking if she had been worth the wait, and without a doubt, he knew that she had.
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Willits, California
April 21, 1882
Alex arrived at the schoolhouse a little early, so he stood and watched his wife play with the children in the schoolyard. It was a beautiful spring day, and the entire class had joined hands and was moving in a circle. A sweet song rose in the air, and Alex was content to stand and listen.
Alex watched his tiny wife from 15 yards away. Her skirt was dark, but her blouse was snow white, accentuating the dark color of her hair and eyes. He heard her laughter drift through the air and smiled. She was such a delight.
They had been married over a year, and Alex could say in all honesty that it had been the most joy-filled year of his life. The start had not been altogether easy, but now they were as close as a husband and wife could be, and Alex believed that with God as the head of their home, the future would hold many more years of love and joy.
The group broke up some minutes later, and the children greeted Alex as they filed past him up the steps to retrieve books and sweaters. Marcail did not follow them inside, but stood opposite Alex at the bottom of the schoolhouse steps. One little boy, on his way up the stairs, stopped to speak with Alex before going inside. When the child was gone and Alex finally looked up, it was to find Marcails eyes on him.
What are you thinking? he questioned her softly.
That I love you. Her voice was equally soft.