Page 60 of Sugarplum Dreams
“Wow. That’s a lot of gobs.”
“I know. And… I could do it, but you and I have a date.”
“Well, maybe we can spend our date making gobs?”
“You don’t want to do that,” she said, tilting her head and giving him an exasperated look.
“As long as I’m with you, I’ll do anything, which is better than anything I could do without you.” He meant that with his whole heart. She seemed to understand that he was serious, because she shrugged.
“I might be upset if you want to cancel our date just so that you can go do some kind of emergency work…”
“No, you wouldn’t. Last month, we canceled our date because my brother wasn’t watching his children and got my mother to do it, and my mother wanted to come here, so you and I stayed home, remember? That was me.”
“I remember.”
“You didn’t complain at all. Not even a little bit. In fact, you acted like you had the time of your life.” He had really appreciated that. She hadn’t complained or acted put out at all.Even though she had to have been looking forward to going out. He knew how much she enjoyed it.
“We could take a rain check,” she said, lifting her arms up.
“Somehow, that never happens.”
“True.”
“The three older children will be in school, and even if Mom has Gilbert’s kids, they will be in school too. So we could plan a lunch date, for sure.”
“All right. Let’s do that.”
“And next month, you and I will make it up together.”
“All right. It’s a deal.”
Wilson watched as she turned back to the sink. He knew she was excited about her business doing so well, and he had to say he was happy for her. And while he knew that they wouldn’t have any privacy tonight, it was probably a good thing. Although… At night, he’d been dreaming more and more of kissing his wife. It seemed like his every waking thought was consumed with that, and at night, he couldn’t get away from it either.
He took a deep breath and turned back to the table, wiping it absentmindedly, while he thought about how much time he had left until next Christmas.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
August 25
“I’ll see you guys this evening. No hurry to get home, because the kids are getting off the bus here, and Amy and Jones will be around to give me a hand if I need it.” Marjorie smiled at them as they walked off the porch, Evans holding tight to one hand and Serafina holding tight to the other. Evans had turned two. He was becoming such a little boy and didn’t look like a baby at all anymore.
Charity sighed. She didn’t really miss the baby stage exactly, but in a way, she kind of did. Because he was getting more independent and needed her less and less. Of course, it was going to be years before he didn’t need her at all, but he definitely was becoming his own little independent man.
“They’re going to be fine,” Wilson said with a grin. “Has it been so long since we’ve been alone together that you’re nervous?”
“It has been several months, not including those few times that we’ve managed to sneak together while the kids were sleeping.”
They grinned together, knowing that they had gone out to the barn and worked on a tractor a couple of times, and he helped her bake after the kids had gone to sleep at night. Several times during naptime, they’d go do some chores on the farm together as well, but this was the first time in a really long time that they were going out, just the two of them, and they had the whole day.
“So you said you had something planned?” he said as they got in the pickup.
“Yes, but since you’re driving, I can’t keep it a surprise until we get there. Unless you’re going to let me?”
“You can if you want to,” he said, smiling, as he started the pickup. But he didn’t put it into drive, as though waiting on her decree.
“I know you’ve wanted to go to the Winchester sale forever, and I found a restaurant that’s not very far from there. The sale starts at eleven, so we should have enough time to go eat and then mosey around, look at the animals, and see the whole thing.”
“Really? You want to spend the one day that we have together at the sale barn?” he asked, like he couldn’t believe it.
