Sonya
"Believe me," Henry said with a conspiratorial wink, "I understand completely."
With that permission, he lightly rested a hand on the swell of her abdomen, nodded, then removed his hand. "I had so very little contact with Katherine when she had our Mary, I don't believe I've ever had that pleasure. Thank you."
His eyes went from nostalgia to delight in a moment. "Yes, indeed!" He drew it, slowly. "A few hundred years old, or so the dealer told me."