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Chapter 18
For the first time, Randie denied Matt. He wanted her so badly that it hurt and when he touched her that night, she turned away, took Olivia and went to her Aunts. He had hoped she would move back in, but he guessed he had messed up more than he realized.
It turned out that Randie knew what she was doing when she spoke up to the social worker. She knew they were being harassed by a woman on a power trip and he should have been calmer. If he had she probably would have told him that her Aunt Peg was a social worker and that she held a position that could put an end to all of it. All he managed to end was his marriage.
How ironic. He had wanted to be the one to cast her aside and once he had he regretted it almost instantly.
Life was looking up for him. The insurance Peg Parker helped him get paid the doctor bills. She managed to get the hospital to settle some of the past bills his father owed when his mother got sick. Some were dropped so low it amazed him. He felt like a big weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He could relax and smile more. He didn't feel like he had to work so much and he had more time to spend tending to the farm.
He got a promotion at work when he started to show a personality. The maintenance foreman job came with a bonus, an increase in wages and every weekend off. But none of it helped him with Randie. She didn't come on the weekends. He never saw her. He was lucky if he could talk to her on the phone. He didn't know what he could do to win her back and as time went on he felt himself giving up. He began to expect divorce papers. He began to accept that he had done something that changed her heart. Hell, those small bruises he left on her arm haunted him and he didn't think he deserved her.
"Oh!"
One Saturday afternoon, Matt was cleaning out the barn's loft, throwing old hay out the side door. The roof was leaking and the big metal washtubs he'd stuck to catch it were full and when he threw the water out of the loft, he heard a surprised squeal. He looked down to see Randie, standing like a statue, soaked and shocked by the chilly water.
"Shit!" He grabbed the rope hanging off the barn and lowered himself to the ground. "I swear I didn't do it on purpose." He rushed over, expecting her to throw a Jaycee level fit, But instead, Randie laughed and handed him a big yellow envelope.
"I saw you in the field and I didn't want to wake your dad. He's asleep in his chair on the porch."
"Oh, thanks. He doesn't sleep well these days." She was wearing a white shirt and he couldn't pull his gaze away from the now see through material.
"I know."
"Yeah, you do." He agreed. "What's this?"
"Aunt Peg sent them. She said she didn't want to wait to Monday to tell you that your case has been closed."
"That's the best news I've heard all day." He laughed. "Here." He stripped off his own shirt and handed it to her. "You can wear this." He knew she probably wouldn't want to walk past his little brothers who were playing in the yard with her bra exposed.
"Thanks. I'll bring it back to you. " She slipped into the barn to change.
But Matt couldn't stop himself from slipping in behind her. He watched her remove her shirt, then stepped forward and touched her bare side, surprising her. He pulled her close, and closed his mouth upon hers, pulling away his shirt that she used to cover herself and tossing it to the side. He picked her up, pulling her legs around his waist and carried her to the large pile of hay and laid her down.
"Matt." She said between breaths. "I don't want to be confused by you right now."
"How am I confusing you?" He kept kissing her. He craved her more than he'd ever craved any other woman. She put a hand on his chest to stop him.
"This has always been wonderful and I love you so much, but outside of this, you act like you hate me."
"I don't hate you." He whispered. Now his eyes were down cast, which gave him a great view of her bra that he couldn't help but trace. "I've always loved you. I don't know if makes sense, but I always thought that you were just passing time with me."
"Why?"
"You're too pretty and too good for a man like me." He sighed. "And now I guess you know that."
"I always thought that I wasn't good enough for you." She smiled weakly. "I've never been able to please anyone and I really don't like disappointing you."
"You've never disappointed me. Ever. I know I got mad, but that was the stress. I didn't know how to deal with all of it and I had to. You coming here, saved me." He admitted. "And I don't even know how I managed to earn that."
"Matt. You're the only man who touched me kindly."
"Oh." He felt horrible. "I guess I messed that up."
"No." she laughed at him. "Even that day you grabbed my arm, you were gentle."
"I left a bruise."
"But you didn't mean to and that's the difference. My father, Logan. They meant to hurt me. They mean to leave bruises and wound me."
"Will you please move back in, Randie." He begged. "I'll sleep on the couch if I have to. I just really miss you being here when I come home."
"I think I'm going to have to." She smiled. "It seems you're the only one who can get Olivia back to sleep at night." She turned away. "And I'm pregnant."
"Huh?" he was flabbergasted. "Did you forget a pill? I don't understand."
"I take that shot Matt. It's supposed to work for months."
He sat up and ran a hand through his hair.
"Matt, please don't do that. I need to know what you're thinking."
He turned and grabbed her. "I think you're gonna give me a dozen babies. And I think I'm gonna have to build a few more rooms."
It was the last time they ever fought. Just like playing house when they were kids, everything worked out just as it should.
The End.
