I knew my wife Jay was worried, hell I was worried too. I saw that she had called me, but I had turned my phone on silent up in the stand for good measure.
I had left yesterday at mid dawn, and haven’t seen a deer yet, the night was cold, but I managed to survive, hasn’t been the worst this winter. I knocked on the tree for good measure though, who knows who could read your thoughts.
Finally in the afternoon sun, I saw my first buck of the day, only a two pointer but hey we need meat. Aiming my rifle, I took a deep breath, held it, and took my shot. Thank god i hit it point blank, you could hear this rifle for at least a mile and I was cold.
After the deer finally fell, I walked out to it, hauled it onto the sled I had brought, and started to make my way home.
Around supper time, I finally made it back to our homely little cabin. “My darling, I’m home finally.” I called out letting the rope down.
My wife came out, smiling as I held open my arms for a hug, as we embraced I kissed her hair mumbling a didyamissme?
She soothed my back, nodding her head. “Of course I did, did you get my call?”
I nodded and we separated, “wanna help me clean this?” I asked.
She threw her hair in a bun, and pushed up her sleeves “let’s get this done, I’m hungry.”
I reached my hand out and rubbed her swelled stomach, “how is the baby?”
For some reason she frowned, and pulled away “I had to take a cynide pill today...” she trailed off looking awefully ashamed.
I just smiled hopefilled “well if the baby is anything like you, I’m sure they is fine.”
She smiled back, unsure of herself and God I loved her for it. “You did what you had to my Honey. You are so beautiful, did you know that?”
She huffed in embarrassment, and pretended to ignore my statement, because I knew there was no question.
Together we cleaned the deer, and as she worked on getting the hide ready to tan, I worked on cooking some venison steaks, because today was our honeymoon. Five years of being with this woman only wanted me to have thirty more.
“Husband” she laughed “how could I forget this special day?”
I huffed, turning the steaks over the grill on the open fire, “probably because I wasn’t here to remind you.”