She found it odd that he was stroking her stomach, still not even considering the thought of being pregnant yet. Her eyes drifted closed because it was causing her to feel more relaxed. Cerise had a lot to think about. She knew that marrying him was the right thing to do based off of how they lived together. People were beginning to ask questions except for those who worked at the tavern and sort of adopted her into their fold without a word of unkindness. And there was Sam, a self proclaimed murderer, and she could be looked at as foolish, but... he seemed earnest to do what he needed to in order to right as many things as he could. She fell asleep, finally moving to be the little spoon against him. He could cradle her better that way.