Under a Montana Sky

Chapter 10

After what happened a few days ago the tension seems to have increased. He even forgot to grab the part he needed.

  I just wish I knew what he really thought of me. I don't even know what I want from him. I've been here for a month now and you'd think I'd have it figured out by now.

  I really don't want to fall for him. Even though he is very handsome and kind. My mind just tells me not to let him in anymore than he already is, but my body and emotions are different.

  While our relationship isn't figured out, I have become accustomed to the routine. William wakes up every morning at 5:30 to check cows and do chores. I wake at 6:00 to start with my house hold chores.

  Even though I was raised in a wealthy house I know a thing or two when it comes to house keeping. Since my father couldn't even stand to talk to me I found things to keep me busy. I became friends with the two maids we had employed.

  I start my day by making breakfast for us and do the dishes once finished. After that it's either laundry or cleaning a new room of the house. My cooking skills aren't the greatest, but I've been reading some cooking books that I had gotten at the library.

  I get really bored. He doesn't have a tv, just a small radio. So my books are all that I have. I know we probably can't afford a tv, but the boredom it would cure would be great. I truly do miss having something other than reading to do. I have tried to become a chicken lady, but the hens seem to hate me.

So reading my books over and over again are my only option.

  I get knocked out of my day dreaming due to a large bang that is heard from the shop. Will has been in there all day working on the tractor. He was telling me it's old, but will have to work due to harvest coming soon.

I have learned more about corn and what the schedule is for it. It's harvested in the fall when it turns a more brown color.

  I look out the window and see him heading to the front door. He is covered in grease and oil and is most likely cussing up a storm due to how fast he is walking.

  "Goddamn tractor. The thing shot oil up on me like it was nothing." He walks in slamming the door.

  I remain seated on the couch looking through the archway into the entry way. He kicks his boots off and starts taking off his button up, then his bibs, then his socks.

  Once his bibs are removed he is left in just his underwear and shirt. Should I be seeing this?

  "Lily could you... umm pass me a towel? I need to go rinse this off since I'm done for the night." His face shows it all, he pretty much forgot that I was even here.

  I get up from my seat and walk past him into the kitchen to grab a towel from the chest. Once I grab one I bring it back to him.

  "Here." I say handing him the towel. He nods as I grab his bibs and run to put them in the wash bin.

  "I will just be a few." He walks down the hall into the bathroom and shuts the door.

  I go back to where I was sitting and look out the window once more, looking up seeing the stars. Every time I see the stars I wonder which one is my mother.

I wish she was still here, if she was I doubt I'd be where I am now. She would have knocked some sense in my head about not getting pregnant from strangers.

   Hearing the bathroom door open again, I think to myself, is he done already?

  He comes out without a shirt on and in his underwear.