The Farmer's Daughter

Chapt.16

Landon's P.O.V

I finally found a job working on another farm, which is great. I am getting paid a good amount, I am doing what I love, and most importnatly I am bringing in money to support Lily and I for whenever we decide to get married. Marriage. To some people it is just a word, just a document, no meaning, and it is just another title. Marriage. Marriage to me is two people joining together as one. Showing our love to the world. Becoming a joined union in everyway. I have been thinking of ways to ask Lily to marry me, but none good enough for her. I know she does not like extravagent things or gesters, but I want this to be special, romantic, memoriable, but most importantly it has our own twist and taste to it. I do not want it to be genaric, corny, and it has been done before. I have been thinking of ideas, but none are right. Working on a farm was always my dream, I wanted to be just like my father. He was a true farmer. I want my own farm, barn, family, the whole thing. Animals everywhere, farming equipment, everything that needs to be on a farm. I was going to have to work to death, but it was worth it. I was a screw up kid, but those days are over. I grew up and I need to be a real man. After a long hard day at work, I walked into my kitchen at home to see the dining room table set with candles lit. I took of my cowboy hat, jacket, and boots at the door. I walked into the kitchen to see a blonde short hair girl standing in my kitchen. The girl turned around and I was shocked, it is Lily. There stood the love of my life, looking completely different.

"Landon, what do you think about my hair?" She questioned, she seemed nervous, but with confidence. I stared at her new hairstyle. It was below her chin, blonder than before, and it looked.

"Why did you do it?" I questioned before I told her what I thought. Her face fell, but she straightened up

"Because I can do whatever I want. It is my hair, and I can do whatever I see fit. I am tired of being the good preachers daughter. Not making a statement with myself. Changing, my hair, makeup, or maybe even the way I dress, does not make me anyless of a Christian. I just I was tired of blending into the crowd. You always say how unique I am, so why not have unique hair. Do you not like it? " She spoke, I stared shocked at her answer. She had this new confidence and attitude to her. I smiled she is standing up for herself. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I love it. The color makes your ice blue eyes more piercing and breath taking. You are right you can do whatever you want, you are your own person. You are unique and that is one of the many things I love about you. But, I must ask, does this new found confidence and spontaneous behavior because of John and the kids at school." I questioned rubbing my thumb on her cheek. She threaded her fingers in my hair.

"No. Well maybe. I don't know. They were saying how I am goody goody and that I do not do anything without my father's consent or approvial. I guess I wanted to show them how I can make my own decisions. For John, he helped me pick a style, took me, and was only being my friend. " She smiled up at me, I nodded I saw John as a threat, but the way she talks about him is only as a friend. It better stay that way.

"If this makes you happy than I am happy. I am going to shower." I whispered and gave her a quick kiss before leaving her in the kitchen. After I finished and was dressed in basketball shorts and a t shirt, I went into the dining room and sat down, where there was fried chicken, mash potatos, cornbread, and apple pie. 

"You are going to make me fat."  I groaned looking at all my favorite food. She laughed and pilled my plate high with everything.

"I dont care what your body looks like. As long as I have you ." She kissed my forehead, before pilling food onto her plate. After we got are plates, I said grace and we dug in.

"Lily, this is delicous. Where did you learn to cook so good?" I questioned she did not cook that often, we usually went out, or my mom would cook, or have things for us to put in the microwave or over, since she worked a lot.