Your Interest At Heart

Chapter 22: The Honeymoon

We arrived at the massive oak tree together.

"Do you want to go first?" Samuel asked. I shook my head.

"I've never climbed a tree before." I reminded him. He nodded and made his way up a small bit, then held his hand out for me. I took it, and he pulled me up, me putting in effort as well.

"You got it?" Samuel asked, seeing if I was stable.

"Yeah." I looked around to see my next move, and it looked easy. My husband gingerly let go of my hand. I began picking my way further up the branches.

"That was fast." Samuel commented, going a different route. Once we got to the top, I was expecting to be lashed by wind. Instead, my head just barely poked out from the big green leaves. My squinted in the sun, the bright blue sky making my eyes water.

"Please don't fall!" Samuel pleaded from a few feet below.

"I won't!" I called back, surveying the land. I could see the Lake shimmering , and the house wasn't far away at all. After taking it in, I ducked back down and saw Samuel looked up at me. Relief flooded his eyes when he saw that I was fine. "See?"

"Yeah, yeah." Samuel grinned. "Okay, let's go back down now."

I nodded, carefully going down the tree. Samuel went a little bit faster. When I got down, he held his hand out for me to take. I did, jumping down.

After I had changed back into my dress, we decided to go to the market.

At the market, there were restaurants, booths, and stores. Some were tourist places, whereas others were just regular places. We chose to have look at the tourist places.

One was brightly colors, with ribbons, hats, bonnets, coats, and shawls. That one was mostly full of clothes.

Another was more of a jewelry place, and the last was a bakery. We only bought something at the bakery.

"I'll have a cherry turnover, please." I told the baker.

"A croissant, please." Samuel asked him. I reached for my money, but before I could finish counting the total into dollars, Samuel payed the baker.

"I was gonna do it!" I looked at him.

"You shouldn't have to pay." Samuel shook his head, collecting our food and sitting us down at a table.

"I could've." I pressed, taking a small bite from my turnover.

"My father told me that there are three things a lady should never touch: the door, the check, and the chair." Samuel informed me.

"Oh." I nodded. "Well, thank you."

"My pleasure." He smiled at me. We were at a table outside, so the sun was giving his reddish-brown hair an orange tint. "I wish my hair stayed styled."

"I like it better like this." I pointed out, studying our surroundings.

"Yeah, but it's never styled!" Samuel complained, weaving his hands into his hair.

"You can style it, though!" I reminded him, grinning.

"I don't know how." He admitted.

"My father can teach you." I told him, hearing the shrieks of playing children in the distance.

"I'll look like an idiot." Samuel sighed.

"He'll be happy to help." I urged.

"Trust me, he will not be happy to help." Samuel chuckled, looking up at the sky for an instant.

"Then keep your hair normal." I cocked my head. "Or you can ask Alexander."

"His hair is much longer than mine." Samuel reminded me pointedly.

"Right." I nodded.

"I'll figure it out." Samuel sighed, attempting to smooth down his hair again. It didn't. It bounced right back to it's normal size.