purposely rubbing his erection. “Wel , since there’s
no storm now, I suppose I don’t need distracting then, do I?”
He let out a low growl and brought his mouth back to hers. She settled into the bed and urged
him to rol on top of her, eager to make love to him once more. He obliged her, and their
lovemaking was leisurely as they took their time to enjoy each other. Afterwards, he remained
inside her, stil kissing her on the lips and cheeks.
She sighed, content. Marrying him was a smart move on her part. Wondering how they met,
she got ready to ask him when Rachel cal ed out for her from her bedroom.
Dave pul ed out of her and rol ed off the bed to get dressed, and she quickly got out of bed so
she could slip into her clothes. “At least they let us make love this morning,” he said as he
buttoned his shirt.
She glanced at him as she brushed her hair. “They never come in here while we’re—” she
motioned to the bed—“you know…”
“I lock the door, so they can’t. Rachel won’t leave her crib until you get her, but Isaac’s old
enough to get out of bed when he gets up.”
She nodded, relieved the children didn’t ever catch them in bed together, and left the room as
she tucked her hair into a bun. As she entered Rachel’s room, she saw the girl was sitting up in
the crib and laughing as she inspected her fingers. With a smile, Mary rested her arms on the
crib and chuckled. “I don’t know what you find so interesting about your fingers.”
Looking up at her mother, she wiggled her fingers and laughed harder.
Amused, Mary smiled and picked her daughter up. Now familiar with the routine around the
house, she got Rachel ready for the day and then got Isaac up. Since Isaac wanted to join his
father out in the barn, it was just her and Rachel as she made breakfast. She actual y
preferred this since it seemed to her that Rachel played quietly more often if Isaac wasn’t there
to distract her. Isaac was a good boy, but he had a tendency to get bored easily if there was
nothing to do. Thankful y, he’d be five next month, which meant he was old enough to take on
the simpler chores.
Once breakfast was ready, she went out to the porch and got ready to ring the cowbel when
Dave came out of the barn with Isaac on his shoulders. He held Isaac’s foot with one hand and
a pail of milk with the other. She grinned. It was fun to watch the two together. She returned
to the kitchen and put the cowbel on the shelf just in time to see Rachel pul ing on the
tablecloth. Running over to her daughter, she stopped her before the plate nearest her fel off
the table.
“And here I thought you knew better,” Mary admonished while she put Rachel in the highchair.
“You didn’t do that before.”
“Drink, Ma,” Rachel said and held her hands out.
“Is that what you were trying to get? Some water?” She went over to the table where she’d
set the cups and poured water into Rachel’s. “Next time, ask me for a cup before you try to get
it off the table yourself.”
Rachel took the cup and drank from it.
“You real y were thirsty, weren’t you?” She needed to remember to offer Rachel water before
she started making breakfast in the future.
Dave and Isaac came into the dining room, and Dave set the pail of milk on the worktable as he
always did. She thanked him and poured milk for everyone as they settled into their chairs.
Taking a moment to look at her happy family, she smiled again and slipped into her s eat so
they could start eating.
***
That evening, Mary decided to try her hand at milking the cow. She felt something was familiar
about it and wanted to see why. She didn’t think she milked the cow often because she hadn’t
done it since losing her memory, but she figured she’d done it at some point in the past.
Grabbing the empty pail on the worktable, she told Rachel they were heading on out, and the
little girl fol owed her to the barn.
As they entered
no storm now, I suppose I don’t need distracting then, do I?”
He let out a low growl and brought his mouth back to hers. She settled into the bed and urged
him to rol on top of her, eager to make love to him once more. He obliged her, and their
lovemaking was leisurely as they took their time to enjoy each other. Afterwards, he remained
inside her, stil kissing her on the lips and cheeks.
She sighed, content. Marrying him was a smart move on her part. Wondering how they met,
she got ready to ask him when Rachel cal ed out for her from her bedroom.
Dave pul ed out of her and rol ed off the bed to get dressed, and she quickly got out of bed so
she could slip into her clothes. “At least they let us make love this morning,” he said as he
buttoned his shirt.
She glanced at him as she brushed her hair. “They never come in here while we’re—” she
motioned to the bed—“you know…”
“I lock the door, so they can’t. Rachel won’t leave her crib until you get her, but Isaac’s old
enough to get out of bed when he gets up.”
She nodded, relieved the children didn’t ever catch them in bed together, and left the room as
she tucked her hair into a bun. As she entered Rachel’s room, she saw the girl was sitting up in
the crib and laughing as she inspected her fingers. With a smile, Mary rested her arms on the
crib and chuckled. “I don’t know what you find so interesting about your fingers.”
Looking up at her mother, she wiggled her fingers and laughed harder.
Amused, Mary smiled and picked her daughter up. Now familiar with the routine around the
house, she got Rachel ready for the day and then got Isaac up. Since Isaac wanted to join his
father out in the barn, it was just her and Rachel as she made breakfast. She actual y
preferred this since it seemed to her that Rachel played quietly more often if Isaac wasn’t there
to distract her. Isaac was a good boy, but he had a tendency to get bored easily if there was
nothing to do. Thankful y, he’d be five next month, which meant he was old enough to take on
the simpler chores.
Once breakfast was ready, she went out to the porch and got ready to ring the cowbel when
Dave came out of the barn with Isaac on his shoulders. He held Isaac’s foot with one hand and
a pail of milk with the other. She grinned. It was fun to watch the two together. She returned
to the kitchen and put the cowbel on the shelf just in time to see Rachel pul ing on the
tablecloth. Running over to her daughter, she stopped her before the plate nearest her fel off
the table.
“And here I thought you knew better,” Mary admonished while she put Rachel in the highchair.
“You didn’t do that before.”
“Drink, Ma,” Rachel said and held her hands out.
“Is that what you were trying to get? Some water?” She went over to the table where she’d
set the cups and poured water into Rachel’s. “Next time, ask me for a cup before you try to get
it off the table yourself.”
Rachel took the cup and drank from it.
“You real y were thirsty, weren’t you?” She needed to remember to offer Rachel water before
she started making breakfast in the future.
Dave and Isaac came into the dining room, and Dave set the pail of milk on the worktable as he
always did. She thanked him and poured milk for everyone as they settled into their chairs.
Taking a moment to look at her happy family, she smiled again and slipped into her s eat so
they could start eating.
***
That evening, Mary decided to try her hand at milking the cow. She felt something was familiar
about it and wanted to see why. She didn’t think she milked the cow often because she hadn’t
done it since losing her memory, but she figured she’d done it at some point in the past.
Grabbing the empty pail on the worktable, she told Rachel they were heading on out, and the
little girl fol owed her to the barn.
As they entered
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