Ben woke up slowly as the rooster crowed. He then muttered to himself, "These Farmers hours are killing me."
He looked over at Bobcat who had finally slept soundly for two hours after being put in her Moses basket, but at the sound of the cock crow seemed to be waking up as well. Two Westons up with a third seeming undisturbed and snoring.
Ben was perplexed at his snoring wife given that she used to jump up like a disturbed kangaroo when Mr. Cochran on the fence crowed at the ass crack of dawn. He leaned over to check on her.
"She's still alive and snoring." He then chuckled, "Poor Babe, being a full time Mom and wife is killing you too. Ben then kissed her softly on her forehead, "What were we thinking? I know you did it because you think it's what I wanted. Yeah, I wanted to give you and our baby nothing but the best. A house with a big backyard. Big bedroom for the baby to have a nursery. I've learned to live anywhere, never had a real home until I met you. We always found a way to be happy anywhere. The Gatehouse, our room at the Salem Inn. Bobcat would have learned. We could have found a nice apartment, someday a house. But you sacrificed it all for me. Your family. Yes, I like it here, and it's going to be great for Bobcat to grow up here but at the cost of your happiness." He sighed hard, "Damn Clyde for this. His gift. He knew how to play you. Trading Salem for this. Poplar Bluff."