Angel Moore - Conveniently Wed

“I am tired.” Daisy leaned her head back against the chair and closed her eyes while still rocking the chair. Moments later she started slightly. Tucker stood over her with a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I must have drifted off.” Daisy shook her head. “Please forgive me. I can make us some coffee.” She moved to get up from her chair.

“No need.” Tucker took his hat from the peg by the door. “I enjoyed the evening with you and the boys. I’ll leave you to get some rest.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought. Where will you sleep?” Daisy said in a small rush. “I can fix a place for you here between the fireplace and the front door. Or you can take the bed, and I can make a pallet with the boys.” She started to chatter nervously, having only now thought about sleeping arrangements and what Tucker might expect.

“Relax, Daisy. I’ve already fixed a place in the barn. I’ll stay there for now. You go to bed.”

“You can’t sleep there. It’s cold, and the animals are there. It’s not right.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve slept with animals more times than I can count. They’ll help keep the barn warm. It’s not too cold out tonight. We’ll get something more permanent figured out soon. Now get to bed. Bolt this door after I go. I don’t want to take any chances with your safety.” Tucker opened the door. The night breeze found the opening and stirred the flame of the lamp on the table.

“Tucker?” Daisy stopped him with a hand on his sleeve as he put his hat on.

He turned and looked down on her with green eyes. “Yes, Daisy?”

“Thank you for what you told the boys about their papa.”

“Glad to do it. Their papa was a good man. They need to know I’m not trying to take his place.” He patted her hand and lifted it from his sleeve.

“I didn’t know you’d seen all that, much less that you’d remember.” Daisy spoke quietly.

“I remember a lot of things from back then, Daisy.” He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “Sleep well.” Tucker stepped onto the porch and pulled the door closed behind him.

After she slid the bolt in place, Daisy heard his boots descend the steps. The lonely strains of his whistled tune barely reached her ears.

How could she have fallen asleep on her wedding night? Of course, it wasn’t a real wedding night, but it was still an important day for both her and Tucker. She knew his life had changed today in ways he could not have imagined. He’d never been married. He didn’t know firsthand about the responsibilities of a family. This wasn’t like signing on for a cattle drive that ended with a sale and profits. Would he be sorry when he found out that the work never ended and the goals were so long-term, they seemed illusive in the good times and unattainable during the hard times?

* * *

“Anybody awake in there?” Tucker called out the next morning and knocked again on the front door of the cabin.

“We’re up.” He heard Daisy’s muffled voice. “John, open the door for Mr. Tucker.”

The bolt slid and John pulled the heavy door open. Tucker watched in amusement at the flurry of activity inside.

Daisy set the coffeepot on the stove. “James, run down to the smokehouse and bring me a slab of bacon. John, you get us some eggs.” She was grabbing a bowl from the shelf when James grumbled.

She pointed a wooden spoon at the oldest twin. “We’re running late today. Skedaddle.”

Tucker entered the cabin and took off his hat. He hesitated before he hung it on the controversial peg. “Morning, James. John.” The boys watched and looked at each other and then their mom. Silent agreement passed among them all. The issue of Tucker using their papa’s things was settled.

Both boys headed for the door. “Morning, Mr. Tucker!” they shouted in unison as they raced to see who could get to the outhouse first before retrieving the items Daisy needed for breakfast.

Tucker laughed and reached for a mug on the shelf above the stove. He grabbed a towel to protect his hand and poured himself a cup of coffee before going to look out the back window.

“Sorry to wake you by chopping wood so early, but daylight is limited this time of year, and there’s a lot of work to be done.”

He turned from the window near the foot of her bed, noticing she hadn’t taken the time to straighten the quilt. He could see the imprint where her head had rested on the pillow. He stepped around the chest that held her most precious possessions, remembering the day he’d gone to town for her father and picked it up from the general store. Mr. Warren had ordered it for her sixteenth birthday. The same year she’d met Murdock.

How ironic that God had brought him to this place. After giving up hope of ever having Daisy for his wife, he’d resigned himself to live life alone. Now God had put him in a place where he and Daisy were together, but neither of them could love the other. He’d proposed to a young woman long ago. Alice Fields’s abrupt dismissal of his heart in favor of a former beau had shown him the depth of a woman’s first love. Then he’d allowed himself to grow fond of Daisy, but never told her. Now her heart would always belong to Murdock, and his had long since retreated into the hollow of his soul—never to risk rejection again.

Daisy’s voice broke into his thoughts. “I’m sorry things are so behind. I’ve done the best I could, but it’s really more than one person can keep up with. James and John do their best, but they’re so young.” She opened the oven and put a pan of biscuits inside.

The front door blew open, and James dropped the bacon on the cabinet beside the dishpan. Just as quickly, he trotted back outside.

“Eager, isn’t he?” Tucker observed.

“He knows he has to do his chores and lessons before he gets any free time. He likes to get as much done before breakfast as possible. It makes him feel like he’s got some say in the latter part of his day.” Daisy was slicing the bacon and laying it in the bottom of a hot skillet. The sizzling sound promised to become a delicious smell soon.

“He’s a lot like you.” Tucker had removed the ashes from the fireplace and put in fresh wood for the evening. He took the ash bucket to the front porch to empty later. John came in with a basket of eggs and left to help his brother in the barn.

“What makes you say that?”

“He’s always asking questions, always seems to be taking charge, and just a little impatient.” Tucker teased her with his observations about James. “Not that those are bad things.”

Daisy turned with one hand on her hip and the butter dish in the other. “If you mean he’s constantly aware of what’s going on around him, learning by inquiring, has good leadership skills and doesn’t like to waste time, then, yes, he is like me.” Daisy set the butter down on the table with a thud to punctuate her speech.

“See. My point exactly. He’s a lot like you.” Tucker opened the door when he heard James coming up the steps with a fresh pail of milk. James set the pail on the cabinet and went to wash his hands behind the screen. John was only steps behind his brother.

Tucker poured milk for both boys and coffee for Daisy. Then he refilled his own mug. The boys sat on their bench, and Daisy put the last of the food on the table and took her place on the end, by James. The twins and Daisy joined hands. John was seated next to Tucker and reached for him. Tucker couldn’t resist smiling at the quiet child and took his hand. Daisy and the boys bowed their heads.

Tucker took the opportunity to study her. Tresses of golden hair escaped the bun twisted at the nape of her neck. Her face was hollow from the grief she’d suffered. Her freckles stood out against pale skin. One small hand held the hand of James. The other lay on the table, and his mother’s ring caught the shaft of morning sun that peeked through the window. The whole picture painted a stark reminder of the toll a person suffered on losing their true love.