Groom Wanted. Debra Ullrick

A wail came from Joseph’s bed and his arms and legs imitated his sister’s. Leah scurried inside, not knowing which one to reach for first.

      “They sure have mighty good lungs,” Selina said with a voice filled with sleep.

      She started to rise, but Leah shot up her hand. “You stay there. I’ll bring them to you.”

      “I ain’t helpless. I can get them.”

      “I know you’re not. But Michael would have my hide if he knew I let you get out of that bed.”

      Selina rolled her sleepy eyes. “Such fussin’ that man does over me. I can do it.”

      “Please, Selina. You stay there. Let me do this for you,” Leah said over the wails of the twins. She picked up Lottie Lynn, who stopped crying instantly. Leah hugged the baby girl to her chest. Someday she hoped to have a houseful of her own children. Her thoughts went to the letter still in her pocket, the one destined to be mailed today. Maybe that someday wasn’t too far off.

      She changed the baby’s diaper and handed her to Selina who was now sitting propped against the pillows, looking more tired than Leah had ever seen her. No wonder Michael seemed so worried. She made a mental note to tell her mother that despite Michael’s protest, they needed to come and help Selina...and Michael.

      “Thank ya kindly, Leah.”

      “You’re welcome.”

      Joey’s loud wail pierced the air. Leah scuttled over to his crib and, securing his head, lifted him out. Muddy diaper odor stung Leah’s nose with its potency. Ewwww. She wrinkled her nose and blinked her eyes.

      “Sweet twinkling stars above. You need changing, little man,” she cooed to him as she walked over to the changing table Michael had made. She laid him on the wooden slab with the feather-filled flannel quilt on top and changed her nephew’s diaper. His crying stopped. She picked him up, kissed his cheek and turned toward Selina. A light blanket covered Lottie Lynn’s head while she nursed.

      “Do you want me to leave and you can holler when you’re finished?”

      “No. It don’t bother me none. Unless you’re uncomfortable.”

      She shook her head, sat down in the rocking chair next to the bed and rocked Joey.

      Leah knew it was time to make the announcement. She let out a long breath to settle the butterflies flitting about in her stomach. “Well, I finally did it.”

      Busy with the baby, Selina hardly looked up. “Did what?”

      “I placed an advertisement for a husband. And I’ve already received several answers.”

      Selina’s eyes went wide as they jerked up, and her brows puckered. “Does your family know?”

      “No.”

      “They ain’t gonna like it. You goin’ off to who knows where.”

      Leah found that weird coming from Selina, who had traveled across the country to be with Michael.

      “I know what you’re a-thinkin’. I did it. And I personally see nothin’ wrong with it. But your family is mighty protective of you.”

      “I know they are. But...” She handed Joey to Selina and took the newly fed Lottie Lynn from her mother. With a cloth draped over her shoulder Leah patted her niece on the back until a loud burp echoed in the room. Selina and Leah giggled.

      Selina settled Joey and then turned her attention back to Leah. “But what?”

      “But, I don’t think they’ll have a problem with it once I tell him that Fitzwilliam will be coming here, and I won’t be traveling alone.”

      “Fitzwilliam? Ain’t that an interestin’ name. Never heard it before.”

      “I love his name. And—” she shifted Lottie Lynn and cradled her closer “—I really believe God is in this.”

      “Why’s that?”

      “Well, ever since reading Pride and Prejudice I’ve prayed for a man like Mr. Darcy. In the book, Mr. Darcy’s first name is Fitzwilliam.”

      “Oh. I see.” She waved her head back and forth, confusion flooding her face. “No, I don’t see. What’s that gotta do with anythin’?”

      “It’s simple, really. I’ve been praying for a man like Mr. Darcy. Then I get a letter from a man with Mr. Darcy’s first name. And he lives in New York City.” Oops. She shouldn’t have said that. Leah didn’t want Selina asking her why that was important, so she rushed on before she could. “You see, these are all signs.”

      “Signs?”

      “Yes. From God.”

      “Leah, it ain’t none-a my business—”

      “What isn’t any of your business, sweetheart?” Michael interrupted Selina as he stepped into the room.

      Leah’s gaze flew to Selina. With her eyes only, she begged Selina not to tell him.

      Her brother strode into the room and kissed Selina, then took Lottie Lynn from Leah. “So, how are my favorite people in the whole world doing?” Michael sat on the bed next to Selina.

      “Oh, I didn’t know you thought of me as one of your favorite people. I’m honored, and I’m doing great,” Leah teased her brother.

      “Very funny. Ha-ha. I wasn’t asking you.”

      “Really? Could have fooled me,” she teased him again.

      Michael turned to his family.

      Whew. Thank You, Lord. Michael’s forgotten all about his question. Leah stood. “It looks like you don’t need me anymore, so I’ll be on my way. There’s stew on the stove and biscuits in the warmer.”

      Michael glanced over at her. “Thank you, Leah. I appreciate your help.” He turned back to Selina.

      “Thank ya kindly, Leah.” Selina peered around him. Then, as if she weren’t even there, her brother and his wife started talking. They were so adorable to watch. Leah silently prayed for a marriage like theirs, like the marriages of all her siblings and her parents. Out of the house she bounded with a spring in her step. Time to ready her horse and head into town to mail the letter that might very well give her the future she desired.

      * * *

      Jake finished mucking the stalls. Rivulets of sweat streamed from underneath his cowboy hat. From his back pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief that had definitely seen better days.

      “You need a new one of those.” Leah stepped in front of him, and what a beautiful sight she was.

      He looked at the holes in his kerchief. “Sure do.”

      “I’ll make you some.”

      “You don’t need to do that.”

      “I know I don’t need to, silly. I want to.”

      It was hard for Jake to accept charity—always had been. He hated feeling less than in front of anyone. Feeling that way in front of Leah was even worse. “Only if I pay for them.”

      Leah planted her hands on her slender hips. “No. You will not pay me for them.”

      “Won’t take them then.” He crossed his arms over his chest and stood his ground.

      Her eyes trailed the length of him. For some odd reason, he hoped she liked what she saw. “You think that stance is going to stop me? Well, it won’t. Besides, you have a birthday coming up and you can’t refuse a birthday gift from a friend. It would be rude.”

      She got him there. He picked up the shovel again and changed the subject. “How are Selina and the twins doing?”

      “Great. They’re so cute. You should see them.”

      “I’ll