Kissing in Kansas by Kirsten Osbourne Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Kirsten Osbourne
I feel like waiting is the right thing to do."
"Fine." Samara rolled to her side of the bed, and fluffed her pillow, reaching over to turn off the lamp on her nightstand. "Good night, Henry."
Henry smiled as he watched her settle down to sleep before turning off his own light. He'd asked for a wife, and he'd gotten her. No doubt about that. She was everything he wanted in a wife. God help him.
*****
Samara woke up in bed alone, uncertain if she was happy or sad about that. One less chance to wear her nightgown in front of her new husband, but it also gave her a minute or two to regroup. Things had definitely not gone the way she'd expected the day before.
She ducked into the bathroom to brush her teeth and got dressed, before going downstairs. Henry was in the kitchen, pacing as he talked on his cell phone. "I'll need it as soon as possible."
Samara walked to the fridge, digging around to see what would be good for breakfast. She hoped he hadn't eaten yet, but a look at the clock said it was only seven in the morning. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of business he was doing so early.
She heard him set the phone down and turned to him, hugging him as if their marriage were a real one, pulling his head down for a morning kiss. "Are you hungry?"
He looked at her as if she'd lost her mind. "Are you going to kiss me whenever you feel like it?"
Samara shrugged. "Why not? We're married, and I like kissing you. Have you had breakfast yet?"
"No, I waited for you. Do you want to go out for breakfast?" Henry hated spending money eating out all the time, but until they went to get the twins that afternoon, he wanted to be alone with her for as little time as possible.
"Nah. I like to cook. Omelet? Scrambled eggs? French toast?"
"I like French toast a lot."
"Oh good. That's one of my favorites. French toast, bacon, and coffee. You are a coffee drinker, aren't you?"
"Sometimes."
"Sometimes? Oh that's harsh. Okay, starting coffee and then bacon." She found the coffee pot and got some going immediately. What kind of man didn't drink coffee first thing in the morning? He was a heretic! He should have had it waiting for her. She thought Lachele had screened him. No sex was one thing, but no coffee ? He probably didn't even like chocolate!
He left the room while she fixed breakfast. He'd been running around in his pajamas, so she was certain he wanted to go change while she was otherwise occupied.
By the time he returned, she had the French toast and bacon on the table and was finishing her second cup of coffee. She moved to the table to sit with him, and he took her hand, surprising her. She understood what he was about when he immediately bowed his head to pray.
"Heavenly Father, I want to thank you for this food you've provided us with. Thank you for sending Samara to the girls and me. We need her. Please help both Samara and I to do all we can to glorify you with our marriage and help us not to get upset with each other about small things. Help us to work through the big things that must be worked through. We pray all this in the name of your son, Jesus. Amen."
"Amen," Samara echoed. Did he think he was glorifying God by not having sex with her? The man was odd. "So what are your plans for the day?" She doctored her French toast with butter and syrup.
"Well, I was planning on going to church this morning, but the pastor made it clear that I shouldn't do that, so I'll probably go to the car dealership my friend owns. I was just talking to him, and he has a couple of vehicles he thinks will fit. Do you want to come with me?" As soon as he asked, he wanted to bite his tongue. He didn't need a woman there with him when he bought a car. It would be so much simpler if he could just go on his own.
Samara nodded. "I wouldn't mind being able to test drive it before we buy since I'll be the primary
"Fine." Samara rolled to her side of the bed, and fluffed her pillow, reaching over to turn off the lamp on her nightstand. "Good night, Henry."
Henry smiled as he watched her settle down to sleep before turning off his own light. He'd asked for a wife, and he'd gotten her. No doubt about that. She was everything he wanted in a wife. God help him.
*****
Samara woke up in bed alone, uncertain if she was happy or sad about that. One less chance to wear her nightgown in front of her new husband, but it also gave her a minute or two to regroup. Things had definitely not gone the way she'd expected the day before.
She ducked into the bathroom to brush her teeth and got dressed, before going downstairs. Henry was in the kitchen, pacing as he talked on his cell phone. "I'll need it as soon as possible."
Samara walked to the fridge, digging around to see what would be good for breakfast. She hoped he hadn't eaten yet, but a look at the clock said it was only seven in the morning. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of business he was doing so early.
She heard him set the phone down and turned to him, hugging him as if their marriage were a real one, pulling his head down for a morning kiss. "Are you hungry?"
He looked at her as if she'd lost her mind. "Are you going to kiss me whenever you feel like it?"
Samara shrugged. "Why not? We're married, and I like kissing you. Have you had breakfast yet?"
"No, I waited for you. Do you want to go out for breakfast?" Henry hated spending money eating out all the time, but until they went to get the twins that afternoon, he wanted to be alone with her for as little time as possible.
"Nah. I like to cook. Omelet? Scrambled eggs? French toast?"
"I like French toast a lot."
"Oh good. That's one of my favorites. French toast, bacon, and coffee. You are a coffee drinker, aren't you?"
"Sometimes."
"Sometimes? Oh that's harsh. Okay, starting coffee and then bacon." She found the coffee pot and got some going immediately. What kind of man didn't drink coffee first thing in the morning? He was a heretic! He should have had it waiting for her. She thought Lachele had screened him. No sex was one thing, but no coffee ? He probably didn't even like chocolate!
He left the room while she fixed breakfast. He'd been running around in his pajamas, so she was certain he wanted to go change while she was otherwise occupied.
By the time he returned, she had the French toast and bacon on the table and was finishing her second cup of coffee. She moved to the table to sit with him, and he took her hand, surprising her. She understood what he was about when he immediately bowed his head to pray.
"Heavenly Father, I want to thank you for this food you've provided us with. Thank you for sending Samara to the girls and me. We need her. Please help both Samara and I to do all we can to glorify you with our marriage and help us not to get upset with each other about small things. Help us to work through the big things that must be worked through. We pray all this in the name of your son, Jesus. Amen."
"Amen," Samara echoed. Did he think he was glorifying God by not having sex with her? The man was odd. "So what are your plans for the day?" She doctored her French toast with butter and syrup.
"Well, I was planning on going to church this morning, but the pastor made it clear that I shouldn't do that, so I'll probably go to the car dealership my friend owns. I was just talking to him, and he has a couple of vehicles he thinks will fit. Do you want to come with me?" As soon as he asked, he wanted to bite his tongue. He didn't need a woman there with him when he bought a car. It would be so much simpler if he could just go on his own.
Samara nodded. "I wouldn't mind being able to test drive it before we buy since I'll be the primary