Terence's smirk was charming and for the first time in days it felt like someone understood her. It felt good, relieved and she smiled conspiratorially in return. "What is this Mrs rubbish anyway? I'm still Tracey." She didn't need the formality. Not in the least bit.
"I see that and all your hard work is paying off." Pushing up from her seat in the stands, she moved to the edge of the seating column, leaning one hip against the railing. It was a very long way down. Unable to help herself, she reached out for the gloves in his hand, not taking one, but turning the empty fingers over to make sure they were in good condition. It was habit and her business. "I've got some new gloves in the shop you might like," was her only excuse but she smiled at the mention of Astoria and Daphne. "Astoria is a gem." Tracey didn't want to pry about the baby's father so she nodded. "You take your duty to your family seriously. No one can fault you for that."
Tracey signed and darted her gaze away from Terence's concern. "I think marriage should come with a manual. Some guidebook that states if A happens, B and C should follow at X intervals. That would be very handy."