When Rosetta sat down at the eck table beside Truman, the light in his eyes made her hold her breath.
“Honey-girl, if your new bishop allows us to marry, when do you want to tie the knot?” he murmured as he grasped her hand. “I fell head-over- heels for you the moment I met you last summer, making dinner in that big kitchen—”
“Jah, the way to a man’s heart has always been through his stomach,” Rosetta teased. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she suddenly felt like a tongue-tied teenager. It still surprised her, the way Truman made over her and waxed so romantic, considering he was somewhat younger than she was.
Truman smiled. “I have no fears of going hungry after we marry,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over her hand. “But my clock’s ticking. I’m thirty and I want a family—and I can’t wait to watch you grow big with our children, Rosetta.”
Rosetta held her breath. She, too, had dreamed of mothering a large family, but the years after losing her first fiancé and then caring for her aging parents had slipped by. Even though God granted children to women who were older than she, at thirty-seven, Rosetta was concerned about getting such a late start. “My clock’s ticking, too,” she murmured. “I—I hope I’ll be able to have healthy, normal babies—”
Truman squeezed Rosetta’s hand, gazing at her until her worries disappeared. “We’ll do our best,” he stated. He smiled playfully. “Maybe we should slip away and start practicing right now—and keep at it until we get it right.”
Rosetta felt her face flushing. Truman’s way of making her feel desirable was only one of the reasons she loved him. “We’d better speak with Monroe soon,” she teased. “And gee, since the tables are already set up for a crowd—and we’ll still have lots of food—maybe he’d marry us tomorrow.”
Truman picked up his fork. “That would suit me fine, time-wise, but you deserve better than someone else’s leftovers, Rosetta. We should have our own special day. Soon.”
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