The other three people in the room stared at him with open mouths. Finally, Josephine spoke. “Did you say packages? As in more than one?”
Philip took a cup down from the cupboard. “Oh, did I forget to mention that she has two children in her care, too?”
Thomas raked his hand through his hair. His face looked miserable.
Josephine’s eyes grew big in her heart-shaped face.
Hazel whistled low and muttered, “Two children.”
Philip took a sip from his warm coffee. It felt good to make them squirm a little. Josephine’s gaze sought out her husband’s.
Thomas finally found his voice. “How old are they?”
“Four and six,” Philip answered.
Josephine gasped. “I can’t imagine being all alone with a four-year-old and a six-year-old. The trip out here must have been so hard.” Regret filled her voice.
Hazel shook her head. “Boys or girls?”
Philip walked over to the table and sat down. “Boys. Caleb and Mark. They are nice enough little boys. I believe I’ll adopt them after the wedding.”
Thomas pulled out a chair. “So you are going to marry her?”
“She has no other place to go and I can’t let those young’uns go into an orphanage because their aunt can’t take care of them.” Philip palmed the cup in his hand, rolling it back and forth as he looked at each person sitting at the table.
Hazel finally snapped. “Philip Young, you stop feeding us a smidgen at a time and tell the whole story. Is Bella their mother or aunt?” she demanded.
He laughed and then told them everything that he knew about Bella and the boys. He finished with “They are staying out at Ma’s until the wedding day.”
Thomas nodded. “And when is the big day?”
“Day after tomorrow. I’m going to sleep now and head back sometime tomorrow. By now, Bella is overwhelmed with our rather large family.” He pushed back his chair and yawned.
“Can just anybody come to this wedding?” Hazel asked with a grump. “Or do they have to have a special invitation?”
Philip walked around the table and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. “It wouldn’t be the perfect wedding without you there, Hazel. I expect you to come with me.”
A flush filled her cheeks. “Well, if you insist.”
Josephine laughed and shook her head. “Go to bed, Philip. Hazel and I have to decide what we’re going to wear.”
“If we all go, who’s going to man the relay station?” Thomas asked.
“Looks like you are going to miss the wedding of the season.” Philip turned toward his bedroom. “Serves you right, too.”
“You don’t like shindigs anyway,” Hazel reminded Thomas, picking up her cup and heading to the washtub with it.
“No, but I love Ma’s cakes.”
Philip laughed. “I’ll eat an extra piece for you. If the boys don’t eat it all up.” He closed the door to his bedroom and leaned against it.
Would this be the wedding of the season like he’d told Thomas? Or was it all just a mockery of what a marriage should be? He walked to the bed and sat down.
His worn Bible lay on the side table. Philip picked it up. Lord, I hope I’m doing the right thing by Bella and the boys. He leaned back on the pillows and opened it up. Maybe he’d find the answer between the pages.
* * *
Bella put her face in her hands. She wasn’t sure how much more pampering she could take. The outhouse probably wasn’t the best place to get her thoughts together, but it was the only place she could be alone, away from all the questions and prying eyes.
Philip had been gone since early yesterday and during that time she’d met most of his brothers and his stepfather, and had been bombarded with wedding plans. Rebecca, Fay and their close friend Emma, who had come to the family as a slave to another couple, thankfully the Young men had made it possible for her to have freedom now. Each lady had their idea of what Bella’s wedding should look like. The barn was decorated with white streamers and wooden planks stretched across barrels for seating. Pine branches hung from the rafters and the scent of their needles filled the barn, covering up the animal smells that normally lingered there. The added greenery and yellow ribbons tied to them gave the barn a fresh look.
What Bella had thought would be a simple wedding with family had turned into a town wedding. People from all over had been invited. Rebecca had sent Seth and Andrew into the general store with an open invitation flyer that was hung by the register. Already neighboring wives had arrived asking what foods they could bring. It was going to be a spectacle.
She raised her head. Well, it was more for show than actually a love commitment. What difference did it make if everyone showed up and had fun? Bella shook her head. To her it meant mingling with folks she didn’t know. She’d never liked large crowds and now here she was stuck with the biggest event of her life.
“Bella? Are you all right?” Emma asked through the door.
She lied. “Fine.” Bella liked Emma, even more so after she heard how Emma had been kept as a slave by an older couple and then the Young family saved her by purchasing her from her masters. They’d given Emma her freedom, but she’d stayed with them and become a part of the family. Bella suspected that the main reason Emma stayed was because she was in love with Andrew.
Emma’s shadow blocked out a little of the sunshine as she leaned against the door. “The Youngs can be a little overwhelming. I guess we all can.” She sighed heavily. “I hope you understand that we are trying to help and that we are excited to have you become a part of the Young family.” The last part was said wistfully.
Bella straightened. “I know. I just needed some fresh air.”
Emma giggled. “So you chose the outhouse?” She moved away from the door. “I think I could have found a better place.”
Bella opened the door with a grin. “Yeah, probably not my best choice of the day.”
“No, maybe not. Come with me.” Emma headed down a small path away from the outhouse.
“Where are we going?”
“To a quiet place where you can think.” Emma stopped in a small grove of trees.
Bella was surprised to see a small wooden bench sitting under one of the trees. “I didn’t expect this,” she said in awe.
Emma smiled. “Have you always been shy?”
She could deny it, but seeing how she already had one lie to repent for, Bella chose to nod. “It’s worse when there are lots of people around.”
Emma smiled. “And you are going to marry the prankster of the family. Not a shy bone in his body.”
“Afraid so.” Bella sat down.
Emma nodded. “I thought so. When we get back, I’ll speak to Rebecca and Fay. Between the three of us, we’ll help you get through this wedding.”
A bird landed on a branch over their heads. He sang for a moment and then took flight once more. Bella wished she could fly away like the little bird, but she knew that she had to get through this. The boys were depending on her. “Thank you. I think I’m better now. We can go back.”
Emma stood. “I’m glad you feel better. This spot always makes me feel good.” She glanced around with love in her eyes.
“Did Andrew put the bench here for you?” Bella asked,