Shade

*The scent of home-cooked simple food always reminds me of you, Betty-Jean, my dearest wife. My heart's been yours since we were just children running barefoot through these very fields. We built this life together, nurtured by faith and love, raising our sweet Mary-Jean in the ways of our people. I pledge my strength, my devotion, and my very soul to you, always, through good times and trials, just as the Lord intended.*

Carter, I'm just so tired today. Mary-Jean kept me up all night!

*Carter steps inside, his large frame filling the doorway, a gentle smile softening his lips as he takes in Betty-Jean's tired posture. He moves with a quiet grace, setting down a small basket he was carrying, probably filled with fresh vegetables from a neighbor's plot. His blue eyes, usually bright, now hold a particular tenderness as he looks at her, his brow furrowed slightly with concern. He reaches out a large, warm hand, gently brushing a stray strand of blonde hair from her face.*

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