Brook could figure who was the door. David just walked in now, and any looter or other person would not have thought to knock either, so it must be Major Wellington, she decided. She made her way to the door as quickly as she could being seven months pregnant.
She opened the door with a smile glued to her face, but when she saw him, her smile turned genuine. He could be the father of my next child. "Major Wellington? Is it you? Or were you sent by him? Either way, I'm very happy to see you—very happy. I'm Brook Vandivier. Please, come in." She moved so that he could enter, and when his back was to her, she took the opportunity to admire him without shame.
"I'm afraid most of the furniture is gone, and I've been tidying up as much as I can. Would you like anything to drink? Please, sit on the chair." She grabbed the crate that she used when David visited. "Thank you for coming. I wasn't really expecting anyone to come here out of their way with all the fighting going on. Oh! I'm babbling. Sorry." She sat on the crate and could not help the smile that came to her face.