Music: Solo Pienso En Ti (I Only Think Of You), Chayanne
A few minutes later Lou had revived at the sight of the plate set before her and begun scarfing down its contents like a soldier who hadn’t seen a chowline in a month. As she was finishing up the last of the meal, and considering asking for seconds, Buck came in the back door with Standing Woman.
May 30th, 1866
“I don’t get it,” Louisa said quietly.
“You,” he smiled. “Ya’ve been lookin’ forward ta this day fer weeks and now ya want to laze away in bed all day.”
“Unlike you, I didn’t sleep well last night,” she complained as he helped her sit up, something she could no longer do easily on her own. “And my back’s killin’ me!”
“Shouldn’t’ve spent so much time swingin’ skillets last night,” Kid teased. She whipped her head around to glare at him.
“And just how would ya know what we were doin’ last night?” she asked in a dangerous voice. Kid just smiled at her as he held both hands in the air.
“Don’t blame me,” he said. “It wasn’t my idea. Cody insisted!”
“And ya couldn’t stop him?” Lou demanded. Kid just shrugged and Lou grabbed her pillow to toss in his face, before moving toward the chamber pot in the corner where he wouldn’t feel free to retaliate.
An hour later, Lou finished dressing in the white bridesmaid’s gown with a blue sash and veil Louisa had asked her to wear. She sighed as she observed her reflection in the mirror over the dresser.
“What’s the matter?:” Kid asked.
“I look like Buck’s buffalo!” she complained. “Why’d she haveta ask me ta wear white?”
Kid moved up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach, resting his hands over the baby’s favorite place to kick. He gently nuzzled her neck. “You look like the love of my life and the woman who’s about to give birth to my first child.”
Lou’s heart melted at this and she turned within Kid’s arms to press her lips to his in a kiss that quickly became passionate. But a sudden stabbing in her middle brought the moment to a close as she stiffened and let out an “oof!”
“What’s wrong?” Kid asked, pulling back to look down at his petite wife.
“Feels like ‘your’ child wants somethin’ ta eat,” she smiled, rubbing distractedly at her taut stomach.
“Well, let’s head downstairs and see what we can scare up for ya,” Kid suggested. “They won’t be servin’ a real breakfast until after the weddin’.”
Lou felt like it was déjà vu all over again as she slowly moved down the aisle between the guests’ seats in the Frederici’s fragrant rose garden, smiling at her loving husband. But, when she reached him, she had only a moment to press her fingertips to his before moving over to make way for the blushing bride.
“Argh!” Lou let out a deep throated growl. Kid’s panicked eyes flew to Standing Woman.