Big Love: A Sister-Wife for Barb, Part 1 (of 5?)
Barb, Nicki, Bill, Roman Drama Romance Prequel.
"Heavenly Father,
I praise you for the blessing of a new day and another chance to ask you to restore my dear freind Barb, back to health. Please wipe away all cancer. But in all things, may your will be done. If it is in your holy plan that she should die, then, father may it be painless and in your glory. Give Bill the strength to carry on, for you never give a burden to great to bear. God grant me the patience and steadfastness to care for Barb and our family another wonderful day, oh, and bless my upcoming union with this beloved family. In Jesus name, Amen."
Nicollete Grant gave this prayer, or one similar to it every morning upon waking. She had been given the burden of taking care of a terminally ill woman and her family. Her reward: A husband, children upon the patients passing, and a place in the celestial kingdom, when life on earth had passed Nickie as well. The thought had occurred to Nickie that not only would she be first wife, but perhaps only wife as well. For Bill had been married to Barb exclusively for nearly eleven years, and he seemed intersted in only this lifestyle, however, being both sealed to Barb, and Nickie they would all be able to inheret the celestial kingdom, despite earthly monogamy. Nickie had never imagined living a life, keeping a man all to herself. The idea was as foriegn to her as backpacking in Europe, and about as exciting.
For every door God closes, another one opens, Nickie considered. She will lose her best freind. She will mourn. Not only that but Bill will need to be comforted. Then, sometime, maybe weeks after that, she would plan her wedding. She would finally be sealed to a man. There will be sorrow, but then gratefulness to the woman who taught her ho wto be a proper wife to Bill.
From the vanity in her room, she walked over to the lily-white hope chest at the foot of her bed. Nickie opened the antiqued heirloom, to reveal yet another heirloom, her great grandmother's own wedding dress. Unraveling the full length relic, from her collar, down to her feet, Nickie gazed at her bride-in-waiting reflection. The lacey texture complimented her porcelain skin and blonde wavy hair.
Inspecting every inch of the material, Nickie turned the dress to the back, to reveal at least twenty pearls acting as closures from the nape of the neck, all down the back. Such a small item, to act as a button, she thought. Her face warmed as she thought of Bill's sizeable fingers, and whether he would have difficulty unfastening such tiny closures.