It was a little strange to see Delaney seem so happy about her child. Anabel had to wonder if there was some biological imperative that made pregnant women act like that for the most part. She’d seen plenty of woman be told (as she’d gotten to do the telling) they were expecting and get angry only to come back and be progressively more happy and excited as the pregnancy proceeded. She guessed that perhaps it was nature’s way of protecting future progeny so that the world went on.
Still that didn’t mean that she wasn’t giving Delaney a queer look as she stood there grinning stupidly and talking about her son, her boy. Was she going to have to burst her bubble to bring her back into the hear and now? Because Anabel would do it so that she didn’t have to deal with such a sappy acting Delaney because it was just a little too weird for her.
But it seemed like she’d already broken it by bringing up the potential fathers. “Plans to marry you? Seriously? Did he even ask or did he just state?” Because she had a feeling it was the latter. “Honestly I’d think either of them would be pleased with a boy. The first born male to a pureblood family is typically named the heir and all that.” And she was certain that those two would have the same standards.