A Husband for Margaret by Ruth Ann Nordin

Author:Ruth Ann Nordin
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: comedy, children, humor, sex, historical, western, bride, groom, mail order husband
Publisher: Ruth Ann Nordin

Chapter Eight

The next morning, Margaret peered out the parlor window of her new home. Just as she remembered from childhood, the view of the park was lovely. She recalled coming to this house twice with her mother. The elderly couple who owned this place was nice folk, the kind who set out cookies and let a child enjoy the swing on the front porch. She frowned. The swing was no longer there, probably due to years of wear. She wondered if Joseph would put another one up. The front yard was just the right size for little boys to run and play, and if they ventured to the park, she could still keep an eye on them.

Summer was fast approaching. That meant lazy days and lots of outdoor time for rambunctious children. The ideal time to install that swing would be now. She glanced at the boys who already seemed restless inside the place. Joseph had been busy getting the house ready for her, but their furnishings were still few at the moment. The only two items in the parlor were a couch and a small table. Beds, a couple of dressers, a kitchen table and chairs were about it for the rest of the house, but it would suit for now. She and Joseph had the rest of their lives to fill the place. Thankfully, she knew a few people in town who didn’t need their old furniture anymore. Perhaps taking used furniture wasn’t something every new bride dreamed of, but as she watched the youngest boy jumping on the couch, she decided used furniture was good for children.

“That’s enough, Ben,” she said and pulled the energetic toddler off the sofa. She set him on the floor. “Let’s not destroy things until we’ve had them for awhile.” Then she paused. Just how long was “awhile” to a child? And just how much would a two year old understand if she explained it anyway? Finally, she said, “Jump outside instead.”

She urged the boy toward the kitchen where Bob and Doug had set out the utensils and dishes. They were currently sitting around the table and openly drooling at the pancakes, eggs, and hash browns on it.

“Can we eat now?” Bob asked, grabbing his stomach. “I’m starving.”

“Me too,” Doug agreed.

“No,” she said and set Ben into the highchair. “You have to wait for your pa and Charles.” She picked up the wooden tray and turned it over. “How does this thing work anyway?”

Ben giggled and tried to hop back onto the floor, but she stopped him.

Bob got off his chair and went over to her. He took the tray and, in one swift motion, locked the tray into place. “There.” Then he promptly returned to his seat.

“It’s easy,” Doug said.

She rolled her eyes. “Sure, it is.” If you’ve done it a bunch of times already. “You’ll have to show me later.” Her own growling stomach notified her that she wasn’t in the mood to go through a step-by-step instruction on getting the tray in place.

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