The weight of your head on his shoulder soothes Luke’s racing mind as the wagon dragging you from town jostles the two of you like ragdolls. What if this is a mistake— moving from home and going to the big city.

His fingers run through your hair absently as he thinks, lips pressed against the top of your head, and his eyes close. “I’ll make sure you’re comfortable hon’. We’ll live somewhere real nice.”

That was the whole point, wasn’t it? Move and get a job somewhere high-up so he can shower you with riches, his devotion, because this isn’t enough anymore— and he’s tired of convincing you it is.

He’d applied to a couple jobs he’d found in the newspaper, highlighting the tamer, odder ones just cause you’d been worried.

Something stirs up in his gut when he thinks about it, and he huffs restlessly. He’d hated the moment he lied, told you that yes, darlin’, driving a trailer for the rest of his life sounded real good, but you wouldn’t have liked any of the other listings he’d have chosen that’d pay more.

But there’s no time for uncertainty. None of that.

Luke has big things planned for the both of you.