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Emily and stepped toward her. “He signed the divorce papers.”
    “What? Oh, hallelujah!” Emily gasped. She shut her eyes and sat down on the bed.
    “Keith, when can we get married?” asked Brad.
    Emily opened her eyes and watched him with a hopeful gaze. She reached for his free hand with both of hers.
    “As soon as I get this signed by the court commissioner and filed with the clerk, and I’m heading over there right now,” Keith replied. “You can get married the day after.”
    Brad wanted to shout with joy. “Well then, don’t spend time talking to me—get going! Call me when it’s all signed.”
    This time Keith laughed. “Will do,” he answered, before hanging up.
    Brad slid the cell phone back into his pocket.
    “Did he really sign—no joke?” Emily asked. Her eyes were big, blue pools of hope. The stress that had been weighing down her shoulders seemed to ease up.
    Brad nodded. “He signed. Keith is on his way to get the papers signed by the court and filed. Once that’s done, we can get married.”
    He sunk down on the bed beside Emily, who leaned against him. Reaching for her, he lifted her chin, gazed at her shimmering blue eyes and touched his lips to hers. Emily reached up with a shaky hand and caressed his face just as a tear slid down her cheek.
    “My dress isn’t going to fit me anymore,” she said sadly.
    Brad pulled her against him, and kissed her forehead and the tip of her nose. Tilting her chin up, he slid his lips over hers. He pulled away just a fraction and rested his hand on her very swollen belly.
    “No, I guess it won’t,” he replied, “but, just so you know, the only thing I want is you. The dress is optional.”

Chapter 7
    Brad called his parents and Jed, and told them that the wedding would be going ahead when the papers were filed. As Jed owned a small ranch in Snohomish County, he planned to leave as soon as he could throw some things together. Neil and his parents wouldn’t be able to get a flight until the next day.
    Brad’s neighbor, Mary Haske—a retired, gray-haired lady and friend of his mother’s— returned with Katy that afternoon. When Brad told her the news, she hugged him and Emily, before promising to return the next day to help with the wedding preparations. This time only the family would be invited and, of course, Mary.
    For dinner, Emily made a pot roast with biscuits, green beans and salad. The meal was relaxed and one of the best that Brad had tasted in a long time. “You just sit here and relax. I’ll clean up after I’ve got the kids bathed and to bed,” he told her.
    “Sounds good to me,” she said, turning around in the hard, wooden chair. “I am so tired and my back is killing me. I’m going to go and put my feet up in the living room.”
    Brad frowned, because Emily never ever, not once, said she was going to put her feet up. “Okay…” He paused for a minute and watched her waddle away. “Katy, Trevor, come on. Go upstairs and I’ll get you ready for bed.” He lifted the two children and they giggled. Pausing for a moment, he glanced at Emily, who was sitting on the sofa with her feet up. She leaned back against a pillow and shut her eyes.
    Brad hurried Katy and Trevor through their bath, dried them off, and dressed them in their pajamas. He read them only one story in Katy’s room before tucking them both into their beds. Then, turning on the nightlight, he hurried downstairs and stopped in the living room where he noticed that the sofa was now empty.
    Hearing a clatter in the kitchen, Brad found Emily clearing away the dinner. She was bending over the dishwasher and loading it with dishes.
    “What are you doing?” he asked. “I told you I’d clean up.”
    Brad hovered over Emily, took the dirty plate she had just rinsed and set about loading the dishwasher.
    “I know,” she sighed, “but I can’t relax. I need to keep moving. I think all the stress and worry of Bob not signing those divorce papers has wreaked