Who: Mary and open (plus William Crawley) Where: Corridors When: Early afternoon What: Going for a walk (or crawl) Warnings: TBD
Mary let the beads in her necklace slide between her fingers as she followed little William's progress down the corridor. He was quite speedy now, his little palms slapping firmly against the metal of the ship as he crawled along. He got better at it every day, it really was fascinating to see. It was hard to believe he was a year old already. He would be walking soon, and then where would they be?
She had much more freedom now he was older, though he was getting to be even more of a handful now he was gaining some independence. He still took up so much of her time, and for the most part she wouldn't have it any other way. She often wondered how much she would have done if she were at home, and how much she would have left to nannies.
They had reached the end of the corridor, where it turned down towards the kitchen, and Mary didn't want to stray too far from their room, so she bent to scoop William up, kissing his chubby cheek as he wriggled in her arms.
"Don't worry, my darling, I'll let you down again." And she did, but she faced him the way he had come. He seemed just as happy to crawl this way, and giggled to himself as he made his way down the corridor.