She pressed a tender kiss to the top of his head. Knowing his emotions wanted to give way. But she didn't wish to point it out to him. So she didn't.
"You know. The last time I was in this gazebo I was eight weeks pregnant with you." It was at Robin and Marian's wedding. She hadn't bothered to come to it since. She wasn't quite sure why. "And it was snowing." In stead of rain.