She had no clue what he was planning, only that she was happy just to make the house nicer. She was asleep on the settee by the time he got home, her shoes and stockings nowhere in sight as she seemed to prefer walking around with bare feet at the moment since her feet were swollen a lot as of late. The house smelled good, the scent of bread baking could be smelled so she must have just fallen asleep. She was dressed in one of the more practical dresses, or rather, the one she tended to wear to work the most. She had been given the day off because she had fallen ill while cooking some stew, thankfully the others were there to pick up her slack.

She was tired it seemed.

In fact, he might notice there was a basket sitting on the kitchen table, there seemed to be a note tucked away and still sealed with his name on it in masculine handwriting. She had not opened it.

Quote:Marry the girl or get shot, sir. You and I both know she is increasing. And if you didn't know, you know now. She's not having an easy one either.

-John, the closest thing to a father she has.