We had waited til marriage, it’s our way.
I love Billy, not too bright and plain looking but kind of heart, a hard worker from an honourable family. Many had sought to court me, I don’t mind saying I’m quite fortunate to have the features God blessed me with. Long chestnut hair, pale skin with blue eyes and heavy lips.
I could’ve chosen any of them, but I chose Billy to the delight of his dear mother. A simple woman with great love. Many mocked me for “marrying low” they called it. None of them know what a good father and husband is, I know, my father was a good man and together I can be the mind for the things Billy lacks.
There’s a problem. We’ve been married six months and I’m still not with child. He’s held me every night and still no baby. We’re doing something wrong, either nobody ever thought, or were too embarrassed to teach us how it works.
Every night he holds me in his arms, he’s so strong. My world is reassured when Billy holds me. He kisses me tenderly and waves of excitement roll over my entire body, especially in my breasts and deep in my bowels. I wet my undergarments, it’s not wee, it’s something else. I ban barely sleep with the excitement but I don’t know what we’re supposed to do.