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his mind occupied when he’s away.
    So more soon, Journal. I’ve got a husband to occupy.
     
    June 28, 19--
    Back from our honeymoon! The islands were as beautiful as I’d always heard, but we didn’t leave the boat much to look at them. After that first night, Billy was so intrigued he kept wanting to get back to Daddy’s yacht and see what else I’d learned.
    His favorite position was something called a Reverse Cowgirl, which is basically him just lying back with me on top, sitting with my back to him. I’m sure he prefers that method because he grew up on a ranch, but I can’t say it was my favorite way to go. I much prefer either facing him or in plain ole missionary style, hugged up close to his chest with him whispering and kissing my ear and cheek. But hearing his loud groans and swears, and feeling him clutching my butt was exciting enough to get me where I needed to be, so I didn’t complain about repeat performances of that one.
    I’m happily confident my new husband’s socks were effectively knocked off. And I have to say, a nice bed and the freedom to spend as much time as you want in it is so much better than being cramped in the cab of a pickup or sneaking behind boardwalks in the dark. We’ll have plenty of time to come back here and actually tour the islands in a few years once the babies are old enough to stay with Mom.
    I love being married! I love imagining how it’s going to be once Billy’s finished with his plan, and we’re the richest, most important family in South County. Of course, I’ll be a great benefactress, and the best part will be all the good causes I’ll be able to help. I was thinking about Miss Stella and how she dedicated her dotage to taking care of orphaned children like Lexy. I don’t expect to be left alone, but I would love to be able to find gifted young people like my friend and give them a chance to become famous. Be like their old donor lady, whatever that’s called.
    My fondest memory of the week is how close Billy and I’ve become. We’ve been together four years, and I’ve shared everything with him. He was the first boy I ever slept with, but that was as high schoolers. Now we’re husband and wife, and it’s a different situation altogether. One night after successfully mastering a position the magazines called “grinding the corn,” which is a ridiculous name and basically means missionary style only with Billy slightly higher than me (it actually might be my new favorite way), I decided it was safe to share my biggest concern with him.
    He loved teasing me about our future, and tonight was no different. “When you decide you’re tired of being home alone, who will you leave me for?” he asked.
    “You know good and well you’re the only guy for me,” I said. “I guess I’ll just play with the baby and go visit Mama.”
    “You’re not going to take up with Rain Hawkins?”
    “No thank you,” I said, hugging his bare chest to mine. I loved feeling our skin pressed together. “I’ve known since I was five I wouldn’t be a farmer’s wife.”
    “What about Chuck? He’s a cop now, but he could end up chief of police and then maybe even mayor.”
    I leaned back, curling my nose. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? Chuck has a long way to go to catch up with you.” Then I leaned in and kissed my gorgeous husband. “I’m more worried about what you’re going to do when I’m big and pregnant. I know you like skinny girls.”
    I felt him laugh as I lay my cheek against his chest again, his fingers tracing long strokes down my back. “I think you’re the one who needs to check the mirror.”
    “I’m serious, though,” I sighed. “You’re so smart, and when you and Bryant start going to Atlanta, you’ll be meeting a lot of sexy business women.”
    “I’m not interested in any sexy business women.”
    I sat up and looked straight into his blue eyes, serious. “Are you sorry about this? The baby? Marrying me?”
    “Nope,”