The Blacksmith's Reluctant Bride by Cheryl Wright

Author:Cheryl Wright [Wright, Cheryl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

As they strode toward the church, Amelia felt a little overwhelmed.

She didn’t know anyone here.

Samuel squeezed her hand. She didn’t think anyone could ever understand her so completely, but he did.

The preacher stood at the door greeting the parishioners as they entered. “Good morning Mrs Thomas,” he said cheerfully, in total contrast to the way he’d treated her on their wedding day.

“Good morning, Preacher,” she answered. Her husband squeezed her hand, then led her to a pew at the back of the little church where they’d married almost a week earlier.

A parishioner had relieved her of the biscuits she’d made for luncheon, as they entered.

As she sat, the organist began to play her most favorite song – Onward Christian Soldiers.

It was also her mother’s favorite, and it brought a lump to her throat.

“Good morning, Mrs Thomas,” said an older woman sitting next to her. “I’m Bertha Grogan, the doctor’s wife.”

It helped take her mind off the people she’d lost.

So far, everyone in this tiny town of Dayton Falls had been everything she’d hoped.

Amelia reached for the bible sitting at the back of the pew, holding it for solace.

As if she understood completely, Mrs Grogan reached over and patted her hand. It was comforting.

Her uncle had refused to allow Amelia to attend church after her parents had died, except for their funeral. And that was only because of appearances. What would people say if he didn’t allow her to attend her own parents funeral?

Knowing what she knew now, was it any wonder he didn’t attend church? The devil himself wouldn’t dare to step inside such a sacred place.

It wasn’t long before they stood for the first of several hymns, and Amelia was beginning to feel at ease.

When the service was over, several women from the auxiliary greeted her, taking her in hand.

“I’m Allie, this is Charlotte, Mrs Jensen, Mrs Green, and Mrs Jackson,” she was told. “You’ve already met Mrs Grogan.”

She was hugged by several of the women, especially the younger ones, and taken to the large kitchen.

“I’m never going to remember everyone’s names,” she said, but was told not to worry.

The church she’d attended in Westlake was nothing like this. It had a large attendance base, but was not as friendly as this small church.

She smiled at her husband as she spotted him across the room, talking to the Mercantile owner.

She could certainly get used to this lovely little town and it’s friendly people.

* * *

Amelia awoke wrapped up in Samuel’s arms. She was getting used to waking this way every day, and wasn’t complaining.

It felt good to be wanted, and his warmth seeped through to her.

The bed was pretty good too.

He stirred. “Good morning, wife,” he said, grinning at her, then rolled away.

She felt empty, and didn’t like the feeling at all. “Good morning.”

She tried to roll out of bed, but he snaked a hand around her. “I like it better when I’m holding you,” he said. “But I have to get ready for work.”

She liked it too, it felt nice.

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