Farnham’s Freehold By Robert A. Heinlein

Once Barbara had her heavy body comfortable, on her back with knees up, Hugh said, “Well?”

She was silent a long time. “Hugh, I’m dreadfully sorry. It’s my fault. Isn’t it?”

“Your fault? Because a woman sick in her mind fixes on you to hate? You told me once not to blame myself for another person’s defect. You should take your own advice.”

“That wasn’t what I meant, Hugh. I mean: losing your son. Grace could not leave if Duke did not. Did he say anything? About me?”

“Nothing but this ridiculous set that Grace has taken. What should he have said?”

“I wonder if I am free to say? In any case I am going to. Hugh, after Karen died, Duke asked me to marry him. I refused. He was hurt. And surprised. You see- You knew about Karen and Joe?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t know whether Karen had told you. When she decided to marry Joe, I made up my mind that I would have to marry Duke. Karen took it for granted and I admitted that I intended to. She may have told Duke. In any case, he expected me to say Yes. I said No. And he was hurt. I’m sorry, Hugh. If you want me to, I’ll tell him I’ve changed my mind.”

“Hold on! I think you made a mistake. But I won’t have you correcting it to please me. What do you want to do? Do you plan to marry Joe, now?”

“Joe? I never planned to marry Joe. Although I would marry him as readily as Duke. Hugh, I want to do what I always want to do. Whatever you want.” She turned on her side and faced him. “You know that. If you want me to marry Joe, I will. If you want me to marry Duke, I will. You say it, I’ll do it.”

“Barbara, Barbara!”

“I mean it, Hugh. Or anything more, or anything less. You’re my boss. Not just some, but all. Haven’t I done so, all the time we’ve been together? I play by the book.”

“Stop talking nonsense.”

“If it’s nonsense, it’s true nonsense.”

“As may be. I want you to marry whom you want to marry.”

“That’s the one thing I can’t do. You are already married.”

“Huh?”

“Are you surprised? No, I’ve surprised you only by saying it-when we’ve kept silent so long. That’s how it is and that’s how it’s always been. Since I can’t marry you, I’ll marry whom you say. Or never marry.”

“Barbara, will you marry me?”

“What did you say?”

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

He leaned over and kissed her. She kissed him back, lips open, full surrender.

Presently he straightened up. “Would you like some corn pone?”

“Not yet.”

“I thought we might have some to celebrate. It calls for champagne. But corn pone is what we have.”

“Oh. Then I’ll have a nibble. And a sip of water. Hugh, Hugh my beloved, what are you going to do about Grace?”

“Nothing. She’s divorcing me. In fact she divorced me more than a month ago, the day-the day we buried Karen. That she is still here is just housing shortage. It doesn’t take a judge to grant a divorce here, any more than it will take a license for me to marry you.”

Barbara spread her hands over her swollen belly. “I have my marriage license, right here!” Her voice was light and happy.

“The child is mine?”

She looked at him. “Look over to the east.”

“At what?”

“Do you see Three Wise Men approaching?”

“Oh. Idiot!”

“It is yours, my beloved. A thing a woman can never prove but can be utterly sure of.”

He kissed her again. When he stopped she caressed his cheek. “I’d like corn pone now, lots of it. I’m hungry. I feel very full of life and anxious to live.”

“Yes! Tomorrow our honeymoon starts.”

“Today. It has started, Hugh. I’m going to enter it in our journal. Darling, may I sleep on the roof tonight? I can manage the ladder.”

“You want to sleep with me? Lecherous little girl!”

“That wasn’t what I meant. I’m not lecherous now, my hormones are all keyed against it. No passion, dear. Just love. I won’t be any good for a honeymoon. Oh, I’ll happily sleep with you; you could have slept with me all these months. No, dear, I meant that I don’t want to sleep in the same room with Grace. I’m afraid of her-afraid for the baby at least. Perhaps that’s silly.”