Under a Montana Sky

Chapter 3

  Driving into the long driveway that leads to Will's home. Well my home now. I get even more nervous than before.

  "The house ain't much, it was my parents." Will says as he stops the truck in front.

  "I'm sure it's lovely." I smile back to him as he comes to open my door and take the small dish at my feet.

  "If you want to go in and look around you can. I will grab your things." I hear him say as runs over to open the old screen door. He hands me the dish and I walk inside.

  The floors are the first thing I notice. They are old and look in need to a good clean. The walls are a sad yellow color through the long hallway I am standing in. There is a long staircase that leads to the second floor. I walk through the arch way to my left and find the kitchen.

The kitchen looks sad just like the rest of the house. Why does everything feel sad? The kitchen has a door that leads to the back and a round table in the middle. I window with tattered white curtains sits across from the table letting soft light come in and fall to the floor.

"Like I said it's not all the much." I turn and see Will standing with my things in his hands and a shy smile on his face.

"No, it's fine, I like it." I almost whisper out as I'm awe struck by the sight in front of me. Looking out the window above the sink are the prettiest pastures I've ever see, with a painted sunset across the sky.

"I will have to show you all the land tomorrow. For now let's eat, I bet your tired." Will says as he puts my belongs next to the staircase. He grabs the dish from my hands and sets it down on the small table in the middle of the kitchen.

I watch as he sets the table and makes me a plate.

"Thank you" I smile as he pulls my chair out for me. He truly has been quite the gentleman. Unlike how my father talked about the worn uneducated farmers, Will seemed different.

"Abby is an amazing cook, so the food should be plenty good." I make eye contact with him and realize how handsome he actually is. He has a good smile that brightens up his face.

While eating silence is the only thing heard, neither one of us wanting to make a sound. The food was a simple casserole and tasted lovely.

After eating Will gathers the plates and brings them to the sink. "Are you sure I can't help clean up?" I stand up and say.

"No, no you just go look around more. I will show you your room once I'm done." He smiles at me.

I walk through the rest of the tiny house. The living room is through an arch way right across from the kitchens arch. It has an old couch and two chairs. There is a tall bookshelf in the back filled with books.
I run my fingers across the spines looking for familiar tittles. Seeing only a few that stick out.

The walls are very empty with only one painting above the fire place. It's of a barn and a few horses. There is a pretty picture window behind the couch with a view of the driveway and the barn. The house truly speaks a somber feeling. Almost screaming for some color.

Hearing footsteps I turn around to see Will standing in the arch way. "Follow me and I will show you your room."

Walking up the steps, they creek with every step, we are greeted with another small hallway that has three doors. Will leads me over to the one on the right side.

"This is the main bedroom, so you can have it and I will take the one right across it." He says while nervously putting his hands in and out of his pockets.

"I can take the other bedroom, this is your house after all."

"No, no your the one carrying a baby. You deserve the bigger room. I don't need much."

  "Well thank you. You have been very kind." I smile politely at him.

  "You are my wife now, I've been taught to treat a lady with respect." A smile comes across his lips,  I can tell he is slightly nervous by the way his eyes are avoiding mine. "If you need anything I will be outside in the barn. I will be out there till late, don't wait up."

  He smiles before walking out and leaving the door open. I hear his steps as he walks down the stairs. I walk around my now room and see the old wooden furniture. A vanity with three drawers, a dresser with a pile of books stacked up on top. The bed has a mismatched quilt thrown over top, with different colors that seem to be pieced together.

  I start unpacking my things putting the dresses I own in the dresser or hanging them up. Taking out a picture frame, I place it on the dresser. Me and my mother. We look so much alike, her hair the same dark brown as mine, with our brown eyes. I miss her more with each day, now more than ever with me being a mom in only a few months.

Changing into my night gown I wrap a robe around me and wander back down stairs looking for the bathroom. Last door at the end of the hall. I slowly go open the door and see how small it is. I turn and see the bath tub. Yes, a nice bath is all I need right now. I go to turn the knobs and all I'm left with is cold water. Well I am not bathing in that. Is there only cold water in Montana?

I try again to get hot water and it doesn't seem to work. Looking back out the bathroom door I look out to the front door.

Being left with the only choice, to go ask Will how to get hot water. I wrap my robe tighter around me, since the autumn nights are starting to get a bit colder. I walk to the front door and slip on my shoes.

Walking down the front porch steps I slowly make my way to the barn. The barn has a little light shining through the two windows. There is a faded path from the porch to the barn doors.

Arriving to the door I carefully knock on it. Not hearing any answer in response I try to open it. Almost falling through the door I step in and see Will.

He is wearing not a single shirt. His bibs being the only thing on him. Grease and dirt caked all over his face and hands. He is leaning over a tractor of some sort that looks as dirty as him.

  I make my way back up to his eyes and see his green eyes through the grease that cover his freckles. Using the back of his hand he moves some hair off his forehead, "Is everything alright?"