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Chapter Eleven

One Hour Later

I examined myself in the full-length mirror. My nose was slightly red, but I couldn't help that. I had a cold from being in the rain last night. But at least I looked presentable now. I was wearing a pretty lavender dress, that didn't quite brush the floor. It wasn't too small for me; it was meant to be like it. My, what would Mother think about me wearing the latest fashions! I have never worn a dress that went to my ankles and not the floor before.
I had brushed (and pulled out half of) my hair and it was pinned in a bun on the back of my head. Mrs. Andrews' maid had kindly cleaned off my shoes, and I was wearing them again.
A knock on the door pulled me away from looking at myself. I hurriedly opened the door, and Thomas standing before me. He looked so handsome, and natural. How he looked now was really how I pictured him when he told me about his early years at the shipyard, when he was a riveter. His hair was slightly tousled, and he was wearing a thin white cotton shirt. He had rolled the sleeves up, revealing the well-defined muscles on his arms. It looked like what he had been wearing yesterday, only without a waistcoat and blazer. He must have been absolutely shattered, and fell asleep before changing. He had dark circles beneath his eyes.

"May I come in? Tommie asked. I nodded, and stepped aside. Tommie closed the door behind him. "Helen, could I ask you something?"
"You just did." I teased him. He responded with a raised eyebrow.
"Helen, why do you love me so much? Why would you risk yourself, to come looking for me?" Tommie took my shoulders. I smiled at him, resting my hand on his cheek. I felt stubble beneath my fingertips. "Tommie, I don't understand. Why wouldn't I love you? You've done so much for me…"
"That's the thing! I've been so brash to you, yet you still come back! Remember, when we first met? When I first proposed to you?" He gently pushed me back, onto the wall. I felt the cool, dark wood against the back of my neck. "I don't care about that!" I exclaimed, taking his face in my hands. Tommie shook his head, his eyes closed. "Do you know why I was so un-gentlemanly when we first met, Helen?" He asked me gently. I shook my head, somewhat hesitantly.
"Why?" I murmured. Tommie ran his finger along my collarbone.
"I was afraid of falling in love. Work was… is, all I know. I thought a woman would distract me, somehow. And guess what?" Tommie chuckled slightly. "I was right. But I wouldn't give you up to be the best shipbuilder in the world. You're everything to me, Nellie." Tommie held me closer.
"Tommie…" He cut me off.
"You don't need to say anything."
"I know. But I want to. I don't care how you used to treat me. I only care about now. Tommie, I don't care if you're not the best shipbuilder in the world. You are in my book. You know why? Because you're my shipbuilder." I finished, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He swept me off my feet, and pressed his lips against mine.
"I love you." He whispered between kisses. His warm, sweet breath warmed my lips.
"I love you too." I murmured in reply. We were much more passionate now. Where Tommie had me in his arms, he sat himself down on the mattress, and had me on his lap. Suddenly, he sighed. He seemed... worried. "What's wrong?" I asked him.
"We need to get married soon, Helen." Tommie stated. I agreed.
But we wouldn't be married for another two years.