Page 41 of A Week To Wed

It almost breaks my heart that she’s been waiting to tell me. “About that communication stuff,” I say.

“I know,” she says, grimacing. “I should have told you I’ve had this idea brewing in my head.”

Because my hands are full, she flips open the binder and shows me her complete business plan, page by page.

Why would she not tell me? Why would she not assume I’d be shouting and hollering her praises if she ever decided to try something new? We still have a lot of work to do, both of us, when it comes to trusting that the other partner will support us. What’s been done to us in the past is in the past, and though we both know in our hearts that we have each other’s backs, putting that into action is the toughest part.

I drink in every word she says as she explains her plan. I don’t care if Maisy wants to build a colony on Mars; I’ll support it and be the first person to pass out fliers on Main Street in Darling Creek.

“…and I was thinking,” she concludes, “if I start to turn a profit, I can hire some help, and maybe we can fix up one of the old barns and make part of Hall Ranch an event center. I’ve been looking into it, and it’s a very hot market right now….”

She can finish telling me all about hot market trends later. Right now, I just have to kiss my wife so hard, so thoroughly, that she knows I’m on board. One hundred percent.

Zach wiggles in my arms, and I pull back from the kiss to see Maisy’s amazed expression.

“You like it? You’ll let me try?”

With emotion in my throat, I rasp, “I don’t think I could stop you even if I wanted to, Maisy.”

My gorgeous bride claps her hands and jumps up and down, then kisses me back and presses a soft kiss on our little boy’s head.

“I’m going to make you so proud of me, Lincoln Hall.”

I am proud of her.

And I always will be.

THE END