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Monday Fiction: The Field

Welcome to Monday Fiction. Stop by every Monday when I will give you a super-quick romance read of 2000 words or less. Enjoy!!

Before the story, just a peek at the week ahead:

Monday: Monday Morning Fiction: The Field

Tuesday: Writing Tips: Plotting and Scene Cards

Wednesday: Guest Interview with Patricia Antone

Thursday: Mid-Month Writing Update

Friday: The Mating Game, Episode One (three of my guys/one of my heroines: who will she pick?!?!)


*** Side Note: For those of you reading my upcoming Daly Way book, Mad About Her Cowboys, the character below is unrelated to that Madison/Maddie/Mads.

The Field

(this work belongs to Brynn Paulin and cannot be duplicated without permission)

“Where is he?” Maddie asked after she’d stopped in the kitchen to greet her in-laws.

“In the field. By the back fence.”

Maddie nodded, knowing the spot a half mile from here. It was where she and Spencer, her husband, had often spent time when they’d been dating. It seemed decades ago now, when in truth it was only eight years since they’d married. He’d drawn away since she’d been deployed overseas. In a nightmare, almost worse than the war, he’d stopped communicating. He didn’t answer the phone or email or regular mail. There had just been silence.

When she’d called his parents to assure herself nothing had happened to him, they couldn’t explain his distancing. In fact, they seemed genuinely perplexed that their son, who loved Maddie so much, would sink into “radio silence”.

The wind whipped at her dress as she crossed the field. After sickening disappointment when he hadn’t met the plane, she’d stopped at their apartment to change before heading over here. It had been spotless, almost as if he hadn’t been living there.

In the distance, she saw his tawny hair as he sat in the dried grass. Her heart thumped with excitement at seeing him, yet ached with the pain he’d dealt her. Why, Spencer? Why did you do this?

He didn’t move. He didn’t even jump as she crouched behind him and gave him a hug. One hand came up to cover one of hers, but he kept staring into the distance, disconnected save for the distant touch.

She didn’t bother with “I missed you”, “I love you” or anything long-parted lovers might say. Before she’d seen him, so despondent, she’d begun to believe he’d cheated on her, that there was someone else, but now that she was here with him, different words came to her lips.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. This wasn’t the man she’d left behind.

“I couldn’t tell you,” he said quietly. The dull, sadness permeating his words penetrated to her soul. His fingers tightened on hers. “It was just too hard to not say it, to pretend… Not when you were over there and had bigger things to worry about.”

“Pretend what?” she asked desperately. Fear twisted with the pain.

He shook his head, and she shook him.

“I’m here now! Tell me.”

“I’m sick,” he said. “Cancer. But they think I’ll be okay. Maybe.”

“What!” She crawled around to kneel in front of him, hysteria clawing up her spine and into her throat. "What?” she demanded. “How could you not tell me this? What the hell, Spencer!”

She trembled with all the rampaging feelings that tore through her, and he reached out and pulled her into his lap. She curled against his chest, comforted by his strong arms around her. He kissed her temple, her shoulder, her neck.

“I couldn’t,” he whispered. “I needed to be strong while you were over there. Then… well, I knew you’d know—you’d hear it in my voice—so I figured pissing you off would be better. If you’d gotten hurt because you were distracted by worrying—”

“And distracted by anger is so much better? For your information, jerk, I was still worried,” she added softly. She kissed his jaw then pressed her forehead into his neck. “What kind of cancer?” she asked.

“Gastrointestinal. In the small intestine. They think they got it all. I’m doing radiation.”

“And your parents don’t know?”

“No. I knew they’d tell you.”

“Spencer!” Her husband had gone through this and not told her? Not told anyone? Not for the first time, she cursed the military for activating her reserve unit, but she’d had her duty to perform. Still, she should have been here for him. She had her duty as a wife, too. As the person who loved him more deeply than any other thing in her life.

“My doctor’s hopeful about my prognosis,” he assured her.

“You better be doing all you can to get better, mister,” she rasped, her throat tight with reaction. “I did not live to come home, just so I could live without you.”

His arms tightened, and he leaned backward, until they were both lying on the grass. He held Maddie cuddled to his side. She closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of the field and his spicy cologne.

“It scared the hell out of me,” he told her. “Still does. I couldn’t imagine how helpless you’d feel, being over there and knowing. Not being here with me.”

She closed her eyes. Her face pressed into his shoulder.

“I’ve spent a lot of time here in this spot,” he told her. “It’s where I felt close to you.”

She smiled. This was their field. Their place.

“I think we should build our house here, just like we’ve always talked about. I think it’s time,” she said. “Lord, knows your parents will be thrilled. They’ve wanted that for years.”

“Are you sure? It’s not the city.”

“I’m sure,” Maddie answered, surprised at how this conversation had turned around. “I’d be with you. That’s all I’ve ever really wanted.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t meet the plane,” Spencer said suddenly. He pushed her onto her back and rose over her. “I better stick around for a while, huh? I have a lot of ass-ness to make up for.”

“Damn straight, mister. Don’t ever clam up on me again.”

“I’m so glad you’re home.” As he lowered his head, and their lips met, the grass of the field swayed around them. The peace of the place sent a healing balm through her raw emotions. She and Spencer had a lot to deal with, but right here, right now, she had no doubt everything would be just fine.


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