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Chapter 13

"So, you're marrying that girl, huh?" His father brought up the subject. He hadn't said anything to anyone. He came out on the porch with a blanket around his shoulder. The fresh air felt good. Hell anything away from his sick bed felt great.

"Yup. she tell you?"

"Nope. I saw your Mama's ring on her finger."

Matt just shrugged. It was a lazy day and he had stayed home on his day off instead of taking someone else's shift like he usually did. His father's orders. He'd only worked two days that week and it had been rough. He still felt the effects of his illness. He was tired and weak, but he could get out of bed without his head spinning, so he went on with his life.

"I don't think I've ever seen the house look this clean."

"It looks good."

"She's a good cook."

"Yup." Matt lit a cigarette. It was a selfish habit that he'd only started a few years prior, but he bought the cheap kind and it helped relax him a bit.

"The boys seem to like her."

"Yeah." He watched the steady rain come down hoping his father would drop the subject.

"Is she good in bed?"

"Oh yeah." Matt couldn't help himself.

"I guess that's all that counts." His father said in his flat disapproving tone.

"What are you getting at, Dad?" He tossed away his butt.

"Nothing."

"Yeah right. I know there's something or you wouldn't be talking about it."

"She must really love you boy – the way you bark at her." His father shook his head.

"I doubt it."

"I know what you're thinking, kid. She'd be a big help around here and its help you've needed for a very long time, but you're not being fair. You don't love her."

"I don't need love. I need a maid."

"Hell I can't tell you not to use that girl." His father turned to roll back into the house. "Maybe you do love her and you just don't want to admit it."

"I don't think I would have a problem admitting it if I were in love."

"Yeah, you would. Because you're terrified of getting hurt." His father put a hand on his shoulder. "If you're going to do this, at least put some effort into it. Speak kinder to her, pluck a rose or something. She deserves that much."

Matt lit another cigarette and blew out the smoke. How the hell his father figured out what he was up to was beyond him. Well, maybe it had been obvious. He wasn't exactly falling all over Randie. He showed her little kindness. Honestly, he tested her more than anything. He gave her no attention when he came home. The only time he acted like they were in a relationship was when he took her to bed each night. That was the part he enjoyed the most. He'd never had a woman so available to him and he took complete advantage of it. He had to have her every night and most mornings before work.

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Randie moved slowly that morning. Matt woke her in the night. She loved his touch and he seemed to crave it so much, but sometimes he wanted her so much it left her legs sore the next morning. Actually, that day, her entire body hurt. She smiled when she thought about the way he moved her around in that bed. She loved the way he growled and bit his lip when he was trying to hold in his moans. And the way he picked up Olivia when she cried melted her heart. He smiled as he rocked her and kissed her little head. Olivia seemed to be the only one that could make him smile when he came home from work. She wasn't sure if he accepted her as his child or not. He never said anything about it and it did hurt a lot that he questioned her paternity.

Maybe she was crazy to stay. She knew she loved Matt and she knew he loved her but she wasn't sure if it was the same kind of love. Maybe he was just trying to do the right thing because he'd fathered her child. Maybe he was just trying to make his family happy and what he felt was just fondness of a childhood friend. She spent the day so confused, but then at night when he touched her, he made her forget what she was so depressed about. His touch was so gentle. He kiss so passionate and she dismissed everything. Telling herself he was just tired from work.

That weekend she was glad Matt stayed home. She was so worried that he had gone back to work too soon. That virus had hit him so hard that she worried that he wouldn't wake up every time he went to sleep. He was so stubborn. But she loved that about him too.

"Where are you going?" Matt asked when she stepped out on the porch pulling her hood over her head.

"To feed Olivia – Aunt Peg used the last of the milk I pumped for her." She felt like a child when she spoke to him. She still couldn't shake her fear of men. Of large men. Even though Matt was the only man who had touched her gently, she still feared his temper. And he had a bad temper. As as she spent more time with him, she realized he was a bit controlling and that scared her even more.

"It's raining." He gazed at the rain that ahd been falling so hard all day. His entire yard was flooded. She just bowed her head and started out. She didn't want her aunt to bring Olivia out in the rain.
"I'll take you." Matt was right behind her, digging his keys out of his pocket.

"You must be Matt." Her aunt greeted them with a smile, wiping her hands on her apron. She loved her aunt so much. She was a down to Earth woman who loved to bake. She was very petite and walked with a limp from one leg being shorter than the other. She wore a shoe with a inch build up on her left leg and had worn it for as long as Randie could remember. "Now, I have a face to put with all of Randie's stories."

"Nice to meet you maam."

"Let me get you some coffee. It really is coming down out there. You must be freezing." She made Matt follow her into the kitchen, taking his hand and pulling him along till she reached the bar. "Sit down. Sit down." She jestered to the bar stool. "I just made some chocolate chip cookies and they are still hot." She slid a plateful of cookies in front of Matt that had come directly off the cookie sheet. Randie snickered. Aunt Peg was always pushing sweets on her. It was amazing she hadn't grew as wide as the house since she'd begun staying with the woman.

"I see where Randie gets it." Matt laughed after tasted a cookie.
"Oh, and this came today." Her Aunt went to a bowl on the far counter where she liked to throw the mail until she was ready to look at it. "I'm sorry I insisted on it, but at the time you had ticked me off just a little bit." Aunt Peg had insisted on a paternity test after Randie had come home crying. She believed Randie with all her heart and it seemed to would her everytime someone hurt her niece. "I think you should open it." She handed the envelope to Matt even though it was addressed to Randie.

Randie went into the other room and picked up her baby. She didn't need to read the results. She already knew. And she tried to understand how Matt could be skeptical. She knew how it looked. She did have to spend a lot of time with Logan. The whole town thought that Logan was her boyfriend. They didn't know she loathed him. That her father made her go out with him. They didn't know about Matt. Most of them probably assumed that Logan was Olivia's father just as Matt had. Of course, the way Matt put it, he assumed she had had many partners. She just never imagined that he would doubt her. She'd always thought he would know, but that was a silly fantasy. Any man in his situation would have wondered.

Matt entered the room. He walked up to her as she fed Olivia and touched her head gently then turned a soft gaze towards Randie.

"The rain's stopped." She adverted her gaze towards the large picture window. He bent down and kissed her, cupping her face in his hands. Then he touched his forehead to hers.

"What are you thinking?" He asked, his eyes closed.

"I'm wondering what you're thinking." She sighed. She knew for him, having even more to worry about couldn't be the best news in the world.

"I'm thinking I need to marry you as soon as possible."