Aileen pushed back her bonnet and took a deep breath of the Nebraska air. She jumped and let out a yelp as Randy's wagon hit a deep rut in the ground.

Randy looked over at her. "It's all right. You'll get used to the bumps and holes. If you need to, hold on to me."

"I intend to do that until the day I die."

"Don't tell me you're the lovey-dovey type."

"Not usually, but I believe that one's wedding day could be a rare exception."

"I can agree with that."

Aileen sighed, and leaned on her husband. "I will love and hold onto you for forever and always, Mr. Reynolds."

"And I fully intend to do the same where you are concerned, lovely bride of mine." Randy replied, kissing her hair.