She closed her eyes for a moment, then said, "He always puts a time on things like love. I am sure his intentions are well and good, but ye cannot tell me I must wait ta love someone or marry. I think he needs a lass who can handle his shenanigans and make him see love."

When he spoke of the babies, she smiled tenderly at him. "I love ye," she murmured and went on to say, "I wouldn't mind one wit' ye. But... We shall come ta that when it happens." She squeezed his hand, grazing her thumb over his knuckle. She took a drink with her free hand.

"Ye make me feel beautiful."