Amish Heart (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) (12 page)

Rebekah sat alone in her room for the last time.  She would not be sleeping here tonight.

She wore a new black smock and a new long snow white apron, freshly ironed.  Her boots had been polished for just this occasion and her hair had been braided and pinned by her mother with great care before placing on her head her new white bonnet.  The new fabric felt stiff beneath her fingertips.

In just a moment, she would have to go outside.  In just a moment, she would be joining the rest of the wedding party and taking her place beside her new husband.

She had known that she couldn’t stay with Leah and remain single, even if her father had permitted it—not while being with child.  She and the child would be shunned and she could not fulfill her promise to God.  The only way to stay with Leah was to marry the man she loathed and say goodbye to the man she loved. 

The struggle was over, replaced by a resigned peace.  It was not the contentment Leah had felt, being married to a man she cared for.  It was passivity, a willingness to endure anything to the end. 
             

Tonight, Ezekiel could claim his prize and touch her with his rough hands and poke his dick into her.  While she could not stomach the idea of making love to him, suffering his touch was something that she could somehow live with as part of the price she needed to pay. 

That she wouldn’t be a virgin and couldn’t hide that fact didn’t concern her.  The consequences were something to be braved through, should they come. 
Chances are, as inattentive as he is to me, he won’t even notice.

Her hand slipped into her apron pocket to touch the rose bud that now, dried and brittle, would accompany her everywhere.  Regardless of the outcome and the terrible wrenching her heart had gone through these past days since saying goodbye to Nick, she was not sorry she had loved him.  She did not regret the virulent passion that had thundered between them, bringing them together forever and taking their hearts to pieces.  She thought of her parents
and their lifeless marriage. 
So many never have the chance to have tenderness like what we shared.  So few can ever feel such passion.
  She was grateful for God sending Nick to her.  It had to be God, for who else could send such an angel? 

She held her hand to her belly, wondering what it will be like to have his child kick lustily inside her.  The contemplation of holding the
baby close to her breast by next early spring came close to overwhelming her with joy.  And so it was with this thought that she joined her wedding party with a smile.