James had invited Grace to dinner at his mother's house that evening to celebrate their engagement and discuss wedding preparation. They shared a lovely meal and toasted to their future. Afterwards, Grace and James retired to the drawing room. She was relieved to have a moment alone with her fiancée.
"How was your day?" James asked, twining his finger with hers, admiring the ring he had bought for her.
"Awkward. Mr. Warbucks gave me quite the dressing down last night. He apologized this morning and has offered to throw us an engagement party."
"That's awfully nice of him," James smiled tightly.
"I was furious at his reaction, and he was completely out of line. Still, he wasn't wrong. We shouldn't let our relationship give into lust. I want to keep things our affection chaste until we are married."
"You're right, darling, and I respect your wishes. You can hardly blame me. You are so incredibly sexy. I can barely wait until you are Mrs. Winston and we don't have to hold back our desires any longer. But that leads me to what I would like to discuss with you. I have just received orders from my command. I am to report to duty in France in 2 month's time."
"You're going overseas again? But you only just returned!" Grace pouted. This was not how she had imagined her engagement.
"Such is the life of a military officer, I'm afraid. Tensions are heating up overseas and I am needed. We are on the brink of war. I would like to get married before I ship out."
Her mind was reeling, "You want to get married in 2 months?"
"Actually, I want to get married in one month so that we can have a proper honeymoon before I have to leave," James gave her a suggestive look.
"Oh dear heavens! James, getting married so quickly? People will talk! They will say you were forced to marry me. That we are trying to cover up a dalliance. Especially if I conceive right away."
"Let them talk. You and I both know the truth. Besides, it would bring me great comfort to know that my wife is safe at home. I also think it's high time for you to quit your job."
Grace looked at him with astonishment, "What? But I love my job. Whatever would I do all day?"
"I think it would be more appropriate for you to stay at home."
"Appropriate? You've never complained about my job before!" She withdrew her hand and folded her arms in front of her chest. The heat rose in her cheeks.
"We weren't married then! I would prefer my wife manage the household and care for our children."
"We don't have children yet James."
"I hope to change that soon. We have a honeymoon before us to practice," he chuckled.
"So you want me to stay home, do the shopping, mind the house, and raise our hypothetical children?"
"Most women would want that: a life of leisure."
"I'm not most women!"
"You're right. I'm sorry. Let's not quarrel. We don't have to decide anything tonight."
"This is all happening so quickly," she massaged her temples. "Please give me time to consider what you've said."
"Of course, darling, whatever you need. I am yours." He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.