"You were the new Lord of Locksley," she confirmed at his comment about his father's room. "It made the most sense. And it put you closer to him in a lot of ways." Sewing room. Could she even still sew? She imagined it wasn't something you really forgot how to do, but why bother? "I'm relatively certain anything I buy will be a thousand times better made than what I would sew. We'll keep it as it is, though. I think Jane sews? Maybe she can make use of it."
She leaned into his hold, keeping him close. But when he pulled back, she eyed him. And then her own face broke into a grin, her eyes lighting up brightly. "Really?" She broke out into a giggle, not even trying to hide it. Leaning back, she reached for his hand and took it, placing it directly over her abdomen, where her tiny footballer was apparently having a practice session. "That? That's your son. Or daughter. She could be very athletic, she does have my genes, after all." The movements were still faint. All of the books and web articles said it would get stronger as the baby grew bigger and more prominent. But there were definite little thumps as the baby moved to try and get comfortable in its very small home.