But, from one of the letters she'd written after the marriage, her husband treated her well, and she was thrilled that she'd made the decision.
Unfortunately, due to her health, the marriage wasn't a tremendously long one, but I'm pleased she found happiness.
‘It’s the two of us now, Emilie, for the rest of our lives.’ Marcus stood in front of her.
‘Us?’ She rubbed one side of her neck, then the other. Then her shoulders wavered. ‘Us? Just us?’ She turned away, but kept her gaze on him. ‘You make that sound like a rather seriously long period.’
He put both hands out to hold her steady. ‘I fear it will be. I hope it will be.’
‘Us and art.’
Marcus remained silent.
‘But you have no trouble with my painting?’
‘None whatsoever.’ He thrust away the unspoken concerns that flared inside him.
Her chest expanded as she inhaled. Tendrils of hair hung loose. ‘Marcus, you are the best husband I could ever aspire to. But, I wonder if you can be happy?’
He touched a kiss on her forehead. ‘I fear only one of us can be at a time.’
‘I’m not very good at taking turns,’ she said.
‘Neither am I.’
‘I’m not worried about it. You are the absolute most perfect husband for me, Marcus. I know that. So far, I have found marriage to be all I expected.’ Emilie wriggled as if trying to squirm out from her uncomfortable dress.
‘It would not take much for it to be all I expected.’