The Curse
“Mmm…” Soft hums vibrated through Imara’s nose while Ben’s lips moved across his mark.
After one last sniff of her, he hovered above her lips. “I just wanted to kiss you before I left.”
A soft hand landed on his cheek, and her heavy eyes opened for a moment before they knitted shut again. “I love you.”
With his baby tucked in Imara’s arm, Ben backed away and pressed his lips against her fat cheek. “Daddy loves you.”
Before he left the bedroom, he peeked back over his shoulder to see them with what remained of the moonlight on their faces. “See you soon.”
After milking the cows and feeding the animals, he packed the wagon while Harold plowed the fields. He looked back to the cottage in time to see Shaw go inside.
Every part of him wanted to go home for just a minute. But as he looked over the load of deliveries in his wagon, he sighed at how little time he ever really had with his family. “Maybe in the next life.”