MAIL ORDER BRIDE: ARISTOCRAT: The Duke’s Engagement (Historical Victorian Duke Romance) (New Adult Romance Short Stories) (4 page)

“Owen,” Tom grinned. “I can’t say I’m surprised to see you in here, I just hope you’re not harassing the poor girl.”

Abby’s cheeks flushed.  Oh he’s not! But she didn’t dare say it out loud.

Owen jumped down from the windowsill as Tom guided Abby into the room.

“Actually, I was just stopping by to let her know she’d gotten some new clothes.  Your ma’s been busy.”  He pointed towards two boxes.

Abby’s jaw dropped. They were stacked on top of one another, and almost came up to her hips. “I…”

“Well, I guess she won’t have to worry about what to wear.”  Tom laughed softly, letting go of Abby’s hand.

Abby stared at him with wide eyes.  How would have laugh about something like this?  All those clothes most have closet… She swallowed dryly.  And to think just a couple days ago I owned all of three dresses.  She closed the distance between her and the box.

“I’ll leave the lady to see what my mother has got her.  If it is not to your liking let me know and we will buy you something else.”

Abby paused, dropping to her knees in front of it. “Is it safe to say there will not be a pair of slacks in here?” She asked.

Both men stared at her with wide eyes.  Abby’s cheeks flushed.  She’d worn her brothers once or twice, and personally found it rather liberating.  She’d heard of other girls who did it.  Farm girls.  She had a friend who knew a girl who worked in a paper mill, she wore slacks.

“I believe it would be safe to say there are no slacks in there, even riding slacks would not be something my mother would get.  But we can get you a pair.”

“That would be most helpful to me.”

Tom gave her a single nod before he left the room.  And Owen came to her side, sitting done on the ground with her, he pulled a knife out of his pocket and carefully opened the box.

“How were your lessons?”

“They were… fine.”

“So they sucked?”

Abby laughed softly. “Yes, they did.”

But Abby knew she had to take them, so there was no point in worrying about it. When it came down to it, if this was all it cost her for this life then it would be worth t. For current style dresses, for fresh meat every meal, for juice, and fresh tea.  Not having to use a tea bag for a week.  And for my family. 

She was not sure if they’d be able to come visit, but she’d be able to help them out.  She’d be able to send money, to send things.  They could live without fear, they could get medicine if they needed it.  She could even try to get her siblings a job here- if she was willing to risk them finding out about her husband.  She looked up at Owen as he pulled the lid off the box.  And him.

God, please help guide me.

Had God been guiding her earlier?  It had felt heavenly to be with him, it had showed her that above all, Abby did want to be with him.  But would he want to be with her?  Truly?

Or was this just some game to him.

Abby reached into the box, trying to shake her thoughts, and pulled out a lavish blue dress.  Her jaw dropped as she stared at it. If Ruth were able to see me in this, she’d have a cow.   Perhaps, Abby would be able to visit them sometime.  She could bring a dress for mother, and a dress for Ruth.  Abby smiled at the thought.

“Do you like it that much?” Owen asked.

“What?” Abby blinked, then she realized what he was talking about.  A tear rolled down her cheek. She took a deep breath.  “Oh, no it’s not that… it’s… I was just thinking about my sisters… and my mom… my family… that’s all.”

“It’s hard to lose them.” He said, reaching out and taking her hand in his, their fingers tangled together and he squeezed gently.  She gave him a soft smile, remembering that he did indeed know how she felt.

“Do did you get through it?”

“With good friends.” He paused, their eyes locking. His lips lowered to hers for a fraction of a second.  The kiss wasn’t like it had been in the field, this kiss was softer, more caring. “You have lots of friends here, Abby.”

Abby’s cheeks flushed. “I take comfort in that.” She admitted.

Owen pushed himself up. “You look tired.  I’m sure today has been quite the day for you.  I’ll leave you to get some rest.”

“I… I thought you wanted to see me tonight.”

A smile touched his lips. “I’m glad you seem to want to see me, but it will be best for you if you get some rest.  Here,” He stood “let me help you undress.”

Abby’s cheeks flushed.

“Absolutely not!”

“I’m sorry, but it seems I’m the only one. Tom sent the staff home tonight, as a treat for everyone’s hard work this month.”

Abby sat there, her mouth hanging open like a fish.  She stared up at him, her brow furrowing as she stood up and turned around.  “Fine.” 

His hands worked quickly over her garments, helping her remove them.  Although she did not have as many on today as she did yesterday it was easier to have someone’s help.

As he unlaced the corset Owen cleared his throat.  “Well, I’ll be off.  I suspect I’ll see you in the morrow.”

“Yes. See you then.” Abby said, not daring to turn and look at him in the state she was in.  She suspected she wouldn’t be the first woman he’d seen in that state but she didn’t want to show that much of herself to him. 

Abby heard the door close before she turned, finding her nightgown and slipping into it.

Chapter 5

“Morning, ma’am,” Victoria said as she stepped into the room. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, not at all.” Abby was used to early mornings. She jumped out of bed and slipped out of her nightgown.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, did you?”

“I did, ma’am. The master of the house was very kind to send us all home early last night.”

“I hear you all deserved it.” Abby smiled.

Victoria blushed, not saying anything.  Abby grinned.  She had a feeling she was going to like Victoria.

“I see you’ve gotten some more clothes.”

“Yes! I’ll admit I haven’t gone through them much, but I’m hoping they will all be nice.”

“I’m sure it will be.  The master of the house’s mother has good taste.”

Abby saw the look.  The look of dislike.

“I’m sure he does, but honestly… what is she like?”

“She’s… a handful to say the last, ma’am.  And that’s about all I can say.” With that Victoria crossed over to the clothing and began to sort through it.

“She doesn’t know, right?  About her son.”

“No, she does not.”

Victoria pulled out a dark brow dress.  It looked like it might be simple, but Abby wouldn’t know until they got it on her.  She took a deep breath and slipped fresh under clothes on.

“I’ glad to see she bought you some new corsets.  It will be nice to have a few handy.”

“Will I ever be able to do this all on my own?”  Abby asked as she moved, allowing Victoria to dress her.

“Not likely.  There will be some things you can do, like tying your own corset, but something you will still need my help for.  Until fashion changes, that is.”

“I’d like fashion to hurry up and change.”  Abby muttered.  Victoria laughed softly.

When they finished Abby made her way to the dining room.

She stopped in the doorway and swallowed hard.  Tom and Owen sat side by side, they looked deep in conversation.
I can’t turn back.
  She told herself.  Although, that was a lie and she knew it.  She could turn back, they probably hadn’t seen her.

Instead she took a deep breath and forced one foot in front of the other. She made her way to the table and sat down.

Both men turned to stare at her.

“Hello!” Thomas smiled widely. “I trust you slept well.”

“I did.  Thank you.”

Abby reached out and took a slice of fruit.  She chewed softly, watching the two men, her eyes drafting to Owen. Her heart skipped a beat as his eyes locked on her, a grin spread over his face.

“Do you have plans for the day?”

“I… I must study.” It was hard for her to say, but she had to.  She knew she must do it.  She had to learn this world, a world that she never thought she’d be brought into.  She had to make sure that this was the life she could keep.  She needed to, for herself, for her family- and for Thomas. “But, I believe I could make some time, if you were hinting.”

“I was not hinting.  I planned to be rather up front about it.”

Abby’s heat skipped a beat.  She tried not to let the wide grin come across her face.  But she didn’t stop it as it spread across her face. 

“I’ll expect you for lunch again?”

Owen liked a girl who took charge.  He liked a woman showed an interest in him.  And knowing that Abby of all women wanted him, that she was willing to admit she wanted to see him again, and even pick the time.

What more could he ask for.

His eyes sparkled as he watched Tom and Abby speak to one another.  Get to know each other, and come to realize how much they truly had in common.  He couldn’t help the happiness in his eyes.  This will work. He thought.  They would work.  Them, as an odd little family, and eventually Abby would have a baby- it would be his but he would never be able to say so.  He’d never be able to admit it, he’d have to pretend that the child was Toms, and lucky for them they looked enough like each other that they would not have to worry.  At least Owen hoped as much.

Abby was escorted out of the room with both Thomas and Owen, one man on either side of her and their arms escorting her along the hallways.  As much as she hated admitting it she still didn’t know the house as well as she would have liked to, but that did not mean she wouldn’t learn it.  Abby was excited about the life that was ahead of her, as strange as it was that this would be her life- that she would be a lady of the house, that she would be able to buy fine silks.  After I get through my training, and the wedding of course. 

Would Owen come to the wedding?

“Have you written your family?” Tom asked.

Owen pulled her closer to him, a soft kiss touched her cheek.

One Year Later

Abby laughed softly as he and her husband walked into their home.  She blew out a deep breath.

“That was…. dreadful.”

Tom laughed pulling her into his arms.  “You did amazing.”  He reassured her.

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.  I have no clue how you’ve done this your entire life.”

They were newly married, and as far as anyone was concerned they were a happy couple.  They were happy, that much was true, but they weren’t so much a couple.  At least not the type that everyone thought they were.

“How does your stomach feel?”

Abby touched her belly, looking down at it.  She’d just realized last week that she was expecting.

“I’m alright.” She admitted.  She hadn’t wanted to be sick at all during dinner- that was a victory, right? Abby closed her eyes.  She wasn’t sure if she was ready to be a mother, but she knew that there was nowhere else she’d rather bring a baby into this world than in this home.

“Hello.”

A soft voice spoke behind Abby, she turned to see a blonde haired man walk past her, pulling her husband into his arms.  Their lips touched for a fraction of a second.  Abby’s heart skipped a beat seeing the happiness in her husbands eyes as he pulled his partner into a deep kiss that only lasted a couple of seconds.

He pulled away and looked John up and down. “Hi.” Their lips touched for a fraction of a second again.  Abby felt arms tighten around her hips.  She rested against Owen’s strong chest, closing her eyes.

“How was the dinner?” He asked.

“Dreadful.” Both Abby and Tom said in unison.  It wasn’t that they didn’t enjoy being a couple, it was everything else that was part of dinners like this.  Talking with the wives, buttering up the right people, and of course Abby’s mother in law watching every second of it.

Over the past months Abby had grown to feel at home here, but not just that she’d found a best friend in the man who had bought her to be his wife.  He had been there for her in more ways than most husbands could be, and although it was strange at first, they’d been able to open up to each other about their relationships.  In each other they’d found someone who they could truly count on.

Not that Abby couldn’t count on the man who held her right now.

She pulled away, a yawn passing through her lips. “I think I’ve been tried out for the night. I’m going to head to bed.”

“Allow me to escort you.” Owen stepped to her side and offered his arm to her.  Abby gladly took it with a smile of thanks.

As they passed Tom she stopped just long enough to place a quick kiss on her husband’s cheek.  His eyes sparkled as he returned it.

“Goodnight, my wife.” He whispered against her.

“See you tomorrow, my husband.” Abby’s eyes sparkled as she walked away, Own leading her down the hallway.

At this hour the servants’ weren’t around, expect for those who had come to great their lovers.

“Was it really that bad?” Owen asked.

Abby groaned. “The way his mother stares at me!” She shook her head. “I can’t even begin to put into words how it feels… I feel so out of place there.”

“That’s because your place is by my side.” Owen spoke softly as he pushed the door open for Abby and she stepped inside her room, her lover following her.  The second the door closed Owen rushed to her, helping her remove her layers and layers of clothing.

As Abby got her corset off she inhaled deeply, letting her body fill with air that she had not had for most of the night. She closed her eyes and allowed the feeling of nothing constricting her to fill her.

“Thank you.”  She finally said, turning to face Owen.

He had changed since she last saw him.  Earlier he wore his work clothes.  Now he wore a pair of simple pants and a once white shirt.  Abby reached out and touched his face, moving closer to him.

He pulled her into his arms, their lips touching gently. Their kiss grew more passionate, his hands tracing over the curves of her body as a soft moan passed through her lips.

“Owen,” She whispered softly, pulling him closer to her.  Owen’s lips trailed along her neck ever so softly.

“Abby,” He whispered. “I want to please you.”

His words sent a shiver of heat down her spine, one that was not unwelcome or unknown to her. She allowed herself to be led to the bed, Owen’s lips trailing along her jawline and back to her lips.  Abby’s fingers tangled into his hair as he pulled away.  Owen’s eyes sparkled as they locked on her for a fraction of a second.

His lips touched hers.  He pulled her into bed, rolling on top of her, his arms resting above her head and supporting himself.

“I love you, Abby.”

“I love you too, Owen.”

The more she said those words, the more she realized just how much she loved the man who was on top of her.  She never would have though a year and a half ago that this would be where she was now, but this was her life, and in a way she couldn’t be happier.  After all, she had a best friend, silk gowns, and a man who loved her more than anything in this world.

What more could she ask for?

Dear mama, papa, and everyone.

Things are moving fast!  I haven’t had time to write.  Tom’s mother wants to take us traveling with her, she believes that it will do me well and allow me to experience the world more.  I’ll be honest, I don’t want to go that much- but Tom agrees, and he says I can bring you something!  Can you even believe it?  I could bring you home something from an exotic world.

I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m in love, I’m happy, and above all…. I’m expecting!  Boy I wish you were all here to see it!

Much love,

Abby.

Abby looked up from her letter as she let the ink dry.  A wide smile slipped across her lips.

“Hello.”

“He’s right,”  Owen said, he’d been reading over her shoulder. “it will be good for you to do some traveling.”

“And what if I don’t want to?’

“Then m’lady you will just have to tough it out.”

Abby pushed herself up, resting her hand on her stomach.  She hadn’t told many people, not Tom’s family, but she couldn’t help telling her own.  She’d been putting off sending a letter just so she didn’t say anything.  Owen reached out and took her hand as she stood, guiding her towards the door.

“Will you join me for a walk?” He asked every day around lunch, even still.  Even after a year.

“I’d very much like that.”

Abby answered the same every day, except on days that she was too ill to walk, but not many of those had come up.

“Tell me, will you be angry to give your child up?” Abby asked as they headed for the trail that they had created over the past months.

“In all truth?  No, I will not be angry.  Will I wish I could raise him as my own?  Of course.  What parent does not want that?”

Abby nodded, she knew he was right.  Her fingers tightened in his as she squeezed his hand gently. 

“But, more than anything I just want my child to be taken care of.  I want to know he will never have to worry about  a meal, or wonder if his mother loves him.  And I know that between the three of us, our child will never have to worry about a thing.”

Owen pulled Abby closer to her, letting go of her hand as his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

Abby smiled, moving as close to him as she could. She knew he was right.

***The End***

A Soldier’s Last Hope

By: Stephanie Hunt

Chapter One:

Scott sighed, leafing through the thick sheaf of papers in his hands.  The end of his career.  A career that he’d thought would take him to retirement was over before his twenty fifth birthday.  He looked out the window, focusing on the landscape instead of the cold black and white words.

The landscape wasn’t much better.  What should have been a verdant and flourishing cornfield was dry and stunted.  The crop had failed while he was gone.