Who: Brooke and Logan What: just having a married life Where: their simple house When: Some point during the plot Warnings: Low Status: Completed gdoc
Logan closed his butcher shop and walked across the property to his small house with his beautiful wife. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he ensured he and Brooke enjoyed sex together. Probably it went against God and His teachings, but then Logan knew it meant he didn’t have lustful thoughts towards anyone else.
When he entered the house, he called out to his wife. “Hello my sweetheart. How was your day?” Logan found a basin of water and used it to get most of the grime off his hands. While he loved his work as a butcher, Logan didn’t love the guts and blood residing on his hands. With that finished, Logan took the basin and dumped the water outside their door.
While her husband was working hard at the butcher shop, Brooke had gone about her day as she normally did. After spending most of the morning at church, listening and praying she had gone home to clean up the house before Logan returned home from his long day. It was her job to make sure her husband was always happy, and she was happy to do it for the wonderful man that she had married.
Hearing Logan come into the house, she left the room that she had been in to go greet him, placing a kiss on his cheek as he was cleaning his hands. Moving away as he got rid of the water that had been used to clean his hands. “Hello, dear. It was good, I’m finishing up dinner now. How was things at the butcher shop?”
Logan wished he could join his wife at church more often, but he needed to be awake early every morning to prepare meat or the day’s orders. He tried to make up for it on Sundays and evenings when he wasn’t too exhausted from work. After all, one’s relationship with God remained the utmost priority.
He smiled at the warm welcome. “Busy. Plenty of orders with the upcoming ball.” Logan didn’t approve of balls, but they did help keep a roof over his and Brooke’s head, so he couldn’t complain too much. “Did you attend church this morning, dearest?”
Brooke was quite happy about how her husband shared the same views as herself. Being raised to attend church and look to it for everything, she couldn’t imagine herself with anyone who didn’t feel the same about the church and God. While a tiny bit disappointed with how Logan couldn’t attend all the time like her, she understood the reasoning and respected it. His job was important, and if it weren’t for him and God, they wouldn’t have the life they built together. Maybe even children one day if God felt it was their time for a family. For now, she was happy with the life she had and couldn’t wish for anything more. The look of disinterest at the word "ball" along with disapproval was all over her face. Brooke knew those balls were only asking for trouble, and she had no interest in attending or being around one of them. "With how you are about your job, I'm sure you were happy with how busy it was. It sounds like you had a long day at work, so why don't you sit and relax while I finish preparing dinner?" she suggested, knowing he deserved it after such a hard day. Brooke knew it was her job to keep order in the house and make sure her husband was taken care of, especially after a long, hard day. She moved to check on the stew she was making, noticing it needed a little more time as she stirred it, looking back at her husband as she did so. "Yes, I did. It was a beautiful service, as always." Logan loved the church and God. He felt glad that his wife understood why he couldn’t always join her at church. Someday, God willing, they’d have children. Right now, though, he loved his little family in their humble house.
He laughed at her expression. “I feel the same way, dearest.” Those balls were for the rich who didn’t care about God the way their congregation did. “I did enjoy how busy we were.” Logan sat in his place at the table and watched as Brooke moved about. A wife who cared about him and loved him? How lucky was Logan? How good was God?
“What did you make for dinner?”
Brooke already knew when God gifted them with children, they’d be raised the same way as herself. Brought up in a loving home who looked to God because he would always provide for the people loyal to him, and this family was always loyal to the lord. She just hoped the day would be soon for the gift of children, knowing she’d love to have a little one to care for. To build an even stronger bond with the man she loved by carrying his child.
"I do not understand the appeal of those things. How could anyone subject themselves to that horrible place? Knowing what comes from those types of things," she voiced to her husband, shaking her head at the idea of attending one of those balls. "I’m thankful to hear you were kept busy and that the ones throwing that ball came to you for their needs. They made the right choice," she told him, smiling at her husband. Good things always come to people who follow God. It was because he knew the type of people they were, and Brooke and Logan were good people. Never questioning her husband and always caring for her husband like it was expected. Brooke was happy to do it, knowing she was with a man who loved her as much as she loved him.
"A stew, if you’re happy with that? I was in town and picked up some vegetables, chicken, and thought it was a perfect night for a stew," she hoped he agreed. Brooke thought it sounded perfect after his day of working, but she wouldn’t think twice about making him something else if he really didn’t want a stew.
Obviously any children the two produced would be raised in the church. The two of them, after all, were God fearing and wanted their children to have a similar relationship with God. Hopefully God would see fit to gift them with a little one.
“Let us not pass too much judgment. After all, they do help keep me in business. But I’m glad we agree that neither of us would enjoy attending one.” He stood up and kissed his wife, softly, before he sat back down to watch Brooke.
“Any dinner you make will be to my liking, because you made it.” Logan, honestly, just wanted food tonight. “I’m sure it will taste even better than it smells.”
Logan being of the same faith and God-fearing was one of the things that had drawn her towards him. It was to be expected that they would end up married with the love they had for one another. All she wanted was the gift of a child, and she prayed every night that God would find it in his heart to gift them that when he felt they were ready. So far, the lord hadn’t felt they were ready, but Brooke hoped one day that would change. "And I’m grateful to know they keep you in business, dear. I'll be thankful to spend that night with my husband," she told him, leaning into the kiss with a small smile, glancing back to watch him return to where he was sitting. "I’m such a lucky woman," and she really was. There was not enough time in the day to explain all the reasons. "I do hope so, or I’ll feel like a horrible wife for not providing the type of meal you deserve," Brooke told him, but she wasn’t at all worried. Logan had never complained about her cooking, and it was one of the main things her mother had made sure to teach her while she was growing up. "Before I forget," she said, checking the stew to see it was nearly done and she’d start to put it together after her comment, "Did you see what someone did to the notice on the board about people being accused?" It had been terrifying to see that, and had left Brooke rather scared of what might happen next. Their marriage felt like a blessing, truly. They both loved each other and God first and foremost. He also prayed for the two to be blessed with a child. A child would be the most precious gift God could bestow upon them.
“I’m always grateful to spend a night with you, my wife.” Perhaps God did not appreciate the way they spoke to one another, but Logan couldn’t help himself sometimes.
“No, dearest, I’m the lucky one.” Brooke could cook very well and was completely devoted to both God and Logan.
The worry in her voice pulled Logan’s attention to his wife. “No. I didn’t have time to stop by the notice board today. What did it say?” If something concerned his wife, he wanted to know.
Brooke couldn’t help stop herself from the hint of pink coloring her cheeks at his comment. Blushing from the way he spoke since it was improper; however, at the same time she couldn’t help but enjoy hearing it from her husband. Or sometimes saying something herself, but never in public or where someone might overhear them. She prayed for forgiveness from God just in case he did not approve of the way they talked to one another sometimes. Not that they did it often, but sometimes it happened. “We can enjoy each other's company and I can catch up on some sewing that I have been planning to do.”
A smile and while she disagreed, she wasn’t about to go against her husband. Instead, she picked up a bowl and poured some of the stew into it before grabbing the other one and doing the same as the last bowl. Setting them to the side, she cut up the bread that she had been allowing to cool and brought his food over to him. Then set her plate down before sitting down at the table.
“There was a notice about some who might be witches,” the thought was terrifying, but it was good to know who might be taking part in very dangerous forces. “Please be careful. I pray God protects you from anyone who might want to cause harm.” Brooke hoped her family would be untouched and left alone from that evilness.
Logan appreciated the pink in his wife’s cheeks, but said nothing else. He’d pray to God and hope He forgave Logan and Brooke. “I will let you do some sewing after dinner. I would like to read a chapter in our Bible.” Just because he couldn’t always attend church didn’t mean Logan didn’t still study scripture.
He took a bite of food. “Delicious dearest.” At the tone in his wife’s voice, Logan looked concerned. “Who? I do not want you interacting with them or for them to be customers.” He stood up and hugged his wife briefly, in an effort to calm her.
“I think that sounds like a perfect evening, dear,” Brooke told him with a smile. It would give her the chance to catch up on some of her sewing, and he could enjoy some scripture that he missed out on because of work. First, they had dinner to enjoy, and then they could go forth with those night time activities until they decided it was time for bed.
A smile at the compliment, she was always happy to hear that her husband enjoyed the food she prepared for him. “I only remember some of the names. You might need to stop by the board before work to see for yourself, if you have the time. I’ll share with you the names I remember after dinner, I’d rather not think about the harm they may cause right now.” She returned the hug, thankful that her husband would do his best to stay away from them. “We’ll ask God to protect us and thank him for the food,” Brooke told him, allowing him to return to his seat before she closed her eyes to pray.