She had been sixteen upon her first marriage to Arthur. Hardly a child, and now she was twenty-three...a very mature woman. Certainly more than old enough to finally become a wife and mother. But she was so happy and grateful that all of her trials and tribulations were finally behind her. She'd known that God would see her through the tough times.
"Very happy," she assured him, in her thick accent, smiling eyes meeting his. "I am so glad that we may finally begin our lives together." She lifted his hand to her cheek, nuzzling it lightly.