It was New Year’s Day, and George had the day off of work, of course. He enjoyed these days off work.
Amelia was inside reading a good book. She said that because she was editing so much, she didn’t get to read for fun often enough. So George went outside to tinker.
“Please don’t break anything!” Amelia called after him.
“I’m not breaking things,” George replied. “I’m improving them!”
And he leaned down to look underneath their new-to-them car. This car might be pink and it might have some floral decorations on it, but he could turn it into a regular roadster! When he was done with it, the engine would growl and a touch on the gas would send it lurching forward like a beast!
All in a day’s tinkering.
It was very easy for Amelia to get distracted in a nice steamy bathroom next to a pile of books. There was something about the warmth, the solitude, and the engrossing stories that made her want to read just one more page…
“Amelia?” George called, knocking on the bathroom door.
“Yes, George?”
“What are you doing in there?” he asked.
“Finding out if Adam kisses Verna,” she replied. “It’s an arranged marriage, and very dramatic. I know I edited this book, but it feels different to read it once it’s out on the shelves.”
“Ah… Carry on,” he replied.
She was glad that George understood these things. Soon, she’d have to open the bathroom door and let all that warm steamy air out, but for now… just one more page.
“Amelia, you are my…” George checked his book. “You are ma petite chou.”
“Am I?” Amelia asked.
George’s New Year’s resolution was to learn French, and he hadn’t lost any time getting into it.
“You are…” George flipped a page. “… ma pantoufle vert.”
“Everything sounds so much more romantic in French,” Amelia sighed.
“You are…” George ran his finger down the page. “You are mon beau concombre.”
“Did you just call me a beautiful cucumber?” Amelia asked.
“I called you a beautiful cucumber… in French,” George said, and he waggled his eyebrows at her.
“Ooo la la!” Polly called from her cage. “Polly veut un biscuit!”
“Does Polly speak French?” Amelia asked.
Amelia and George looked over at their rescue parrot. She had lived a long and storied life before she came home to live with them. If only she could tell the stories.
I hope you enjoy these stories about my Knitted Newlyweds. Marriage is anything but dull for these two! If you enjoy stories about love and romance, have you checked out my books lately? You might find your next read!
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