“I asked her a month ago. She didn’t want me to tell you because she wanted to be the one to tell Emma.” Billy glanced over at the girls and smiled. “They seemed to have just fallen right back into place.”
I glanced over at the girls and smiled. I looked back at Billy.
He leaned back and asked, “So, when are y’all planning on having the wedding?”
Emma and Margie stopped talking, and they both turned to look at me.
“Ah…”
Emma smiled as she gave me a wink. We hadn’t really talked about when we would reschedule the wedding. Our focus had mainly been on my slow recovery from all my broken bones and the work on the ranch.
I shrugged. “I guess that’s up to Em.”
“I’d like for Garrett to be fully recovered and for things to settle a bit since he is taking over more and more with the ranch.” She looked at Margie and took her hand. “Besides, we have another wedding to plan first.”
Margie wrapped Emma up in a hug, and both girls began crying. Finally, things were getting back to normal.
January 1962
I slowly made my way down to the barn. I was still trying to recover from the fight I had been in last summer, and my leg was giving me hell this morning. I glanced up and saw my father standing there.
He smiled and said, “Leg giving you problems today?”
I shrugged and nodded. I didn’t want to tell him that it was probably because I had taken my wife against the wall and then again in the kitchen.
“It’s just stiff. I have to move around for a bit, and it will loosen up,” I said. I walked over to Jack and gave him a scoop full of oats. “You ready for the wedding?” I asked as I looked over at David shoeing a horse. Every time I had to shoe a horse, I thought of my father, and I knew that was why David did most of the shoeing.
He laughed. “Yes, I am. Your mother is not looking forward to heading into Austin though.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “Billy doing okay? The last time I talked to him, he sounded like he was taking something to make him talk stupid.”
David laughed. “You wait until this summer, boy, when you get married.”
I turned around and walked over to him. “I am married. The wedding this summer is going to be a piece of cake. Why would I be nervous?”
David looked up at me, and I could tell he was holding back his laughter.
“You don’t think you will be nervous, son?”
I shook my head. “No, Dad, I really don’t.”
He chuckled. “Want to wager a bet on that?”
I smiled and ran my hand through my hair. “What are you suggesting?”
David stood up and appeared to be thinking before he smiled and said, “If you get nervous at all…during any portion of the wedding…at the reception, you have to stand up and give me a toast, saying how wise I am and that you’d be lost without my words of wisdom.”
My smile faded. I said, “You’re shitting me, right?”
He laughed harder as I looked over and saw my beautiful bride walking my way. She was carrying a tray with glasses of sweet tea on it. My heart began beating faster as she smiled at me, and I was instantly brought back to this morning when she had been on top of me, making love to me so slowly and sweetly.
She stopped in front of me, and I leaned down to kiss her.
She pulled back some and whispered, “I can totally tell you’re thinking of either this morning or perhaps last night.”
Lord, this girl kills me. My dick jumped in my pants, and I had to force myself not to drag her back to the house and have my way with her.
She bit down on her lower lip. “I’m going to work in the garden for a bit, but I wanted to bring y’all out some tea before it got too hot out.”