"I hadn't thought of remarrying, either. I just wanted to go home. But now...well, you're my home now. You and Wyatt, you're my family. And I would never back out. I think you know that, but just in case you don't, I love you, Aurelian, and I will never leave you. 'Til death do us part."

He reached out and squeezed one of her hands, "Oh I do know that. I'd have never asked you to marry me if I didn't think you would be faithful and a proper mother for Wyatt too. We are in this til the end, just the way I want it."

"Do you think we should wait for Clara to come out to talk to us, or should we sneak around the back so she doesn't have to leave the kitchen?" Lucinda now suggested.

That made sense, Aurelian nodded affirmatively.

"I like that idea. It seems we are both on the impatient side. Let's do this," he stood up and waited for her to rise then the couple went straight on thru to the back kitchen.

Clara turned to see who was entering HER kitchen? After all, Constance was already within, picking up a plate of food readied for another customer.

"Father..............Lucinda," she liked the woman but no, she would never get to the point where she would call her Mother. She had only had one real mother.

Daughter," grinned Aurelian.

"Well, do you have a complaint about your food? If so, I do not wish to hear it," Clara declared, with a straight face.