By the end of the day, Olivia felt like her bones were about to fall apart. Not even the army had worked her this hard for this long without a break amp Liberty had its training drills, swe–but this? This was straight–up farm life.
She kicked off her shoes the second they got home, and sure enough, her heels were blistered an
raw
Charlie had already set up a small tub of warm water. He walked over, crouching down to set it at
her feet.
“You’ve had a long day. This kind of work’s rough–you don’t need to do it. I’ve always handled it myself.”
Olivia gave it some thought. Honestly, with how clumsy she was in the fields, she probably slowed ed. Cooking, though? she could at least try.
him down more
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ice dropped to a sheepish mumble.
One time she burned the rice so bad even she couldn’t force it down.
“I’ll make another batch,” she said, already heading to the stove.
But Charlie just grabbed a spoon and dug right in.
“Don’t worry about it. My wife made it–it’s perfect.
It was the first time he called her that–my wife.
Olivia blinked. He did too, looking stunned by his own words.
“I–I didn’t mean to say that. I just… that’s what people around here call you. Slipped out.”
Everyone in the village referred to her as Charlie’s wife. To them, he was the luckiest man alive. But only the two of them knew it hadn’t exactly been her choice. That was why Charlie had always
been careful–respectful.
Now, having said it out loud, he suddenly looked terrified–like he’d crossed a line.
But Olivia only smiled. Somehow, it warmed her heart more than it should’ve.
“From the moment I got here, I’ve been your wife,” she said softly. “you can call me that, it’s okay.”
It was something she never had with Jack–respect, affection, that quiet kind of devotion.
Charlie’s eyes lit up again. He said it once more, testing it.
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