Anne watched with a small smile as Sam reacquainted himself with his son. She could have watched him all day, really, it was just that sweet.
When he took her in his arms, she looked up at him and her smile softened. "Did you? I don't like fighting with you, Sam." She, of course, was ignoring the maids. The didn't exist for her and she wasn't embarrassed to discuss private stuff in front of them. "It makes me feel discontent and out of sorts and I hate feeling like I have to hide here."