Knocking
How many times had he stood on this porch and knocked? 50? 100? More? He had usually been very happy to put his fist to wood, knowing that Elizabeth would be behind the door, and often with a smile. Yes, there had been the time he sought her out after their argument in the cabin, where he had worried about just how deep his feelings had become; that knock had been one of trepidation. And there was his urgency and concern when he had been left only a note that Elizabeth needed to speak with him. But even during the weeks and months Elizabeth had been a world away of sorts - lost to him by her relationship with Lucas - he had still found times when knocking on Elizabeth's door had brought him happiness. Though nothing compared to the pure elation of the last three months of knowing that he would always be greeted with a smile, and often a kiss. He still sometimes marveled that he had finally been blessed to court Elizabeth Thornton. That was nothing compared to his wonder when she had said "yes" when he asked her to be his wife. And now, this may be the last time he stood on this porch and knocked. The last time before he stood before friends and family and declared himself forever Elizabeth's, eternally bound to the woman he loved. And he couldn't wait!
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