Delaney was unabashedly horrified at the idea of the barmy old elf caring for her baby. "I don't mean to sound demanding," she began, "but I don't want that elf taking care of our son. I have a nanny who cared for myself and my brother, who would be much more suitable, if you or I aren't up to the task."
After thinking about it for a moment, she shrugged. "I don't think it matters anymore," she said quietly. "Maeve knows, and she was the only one I cared about. I don't much care if anyone else knows, and who knows? A baby might be good for your image. Especially when I go on record saying how you've been there every step of the way, offering to support me, even if we're not getting married." She smiled weakly at him, hoping he understood she didn't mean that in a sarcastic way.