She had a day off and had visited her mother and father with Jacob, and was now carrying him in a wrap while carrying a basket. She was using her pay to buy some things, like fabric for some clothing for the babe, and a book or two. The last person she wished to see was Angus, but he was farthest from her mind today because she was too busy daydreaming about Edward Blackwood and how he had so gallantly stood up for her as a woman and a mother. Even if it had fallen upon deaf ears...

She hummed softly as she found her way to the fabric stall, fingering a pretty fabric that would make a fine, Sunday frock. But, alas, she wasn't going to spend her hard earned money on her vanity when she had a little one to raise.

She pointed to the fabrics that she could make more nappies out of, for the boy was getting bigger. She also found a toy for him; a little rattle. "Do ye like that, lad?" she asked softly after she made the purchase, shaking the thing gently and smiling at his wide eyed wonder at the toy. "There ye are, me love," she crooned.