A thousand thoughts ran through Maggie’s mind during the silence
that ensued after she had confessed to John –and none of them good. His gaze
rested on the floor, though his hand still gripped hers. She eased away from
him, toward the nightstand.
“Guess I’ll be going now.” She stepped back toward the door.
John tightened his hold, drawing her closer. “Just where
do you think you’re going?”
“I understand completely. What man would want a woman as
his wife who had done so, so terrible?”
“I would,” he said quietly. “Forget about it. You’re mine
and that’s that. I’m sorry you had to endure that, old girl. But never again.
No one will ever mistreat you again,” his voice was soft, but firm.
Her eyes watered.
“And where the hell was that bloke? If it’a been me, I’d’ve
taken you away so fast –punched your dad in the nose,” he said, through gritted
teeth.
“Awww. John,” she sighed, shaking her head slowly.
“No one would ever do that to my girl. Never. Never.” He held
her fast.
“Am I your girl for ever and ever?” She asked, fastening
her arms around his neck.
“You’re my wife, Maggie. And that’s forever.”
She smiled and snuggled into his chest.
“Then what are we doin’ standin’ here? With the bed empty
and all?” She whispered.
He laughed, then picked her up and tossed her on the
mattress.
