*-Naturally, the only character that is mine is James. The rest lovingly belong to Charlotte Bronte.
*-Reviews are always welcome.
Edward sighed, looking at the pile of papers sitting on the desk in front of him. At the moment, he had no patience for anything. But he knew that these were matters that had to be dealt with.
Taking a shot of brandy, he hoped that a moments respite from his work might actually allow him to finish. He often observed his tenants; their lives seemed so much simpler than his own. They had no worries about paying employees, contracts or solicitors. They also did not have to deal with the partial loss of their sight, leaving him to rely on his wife when he could not deal with certain matters on his own.
Then there was knock on the door.
“Your son has a surprise for you” Jane said.
His hands firmly wrapped into his mother’s, James took his first steps. After a few moments, Jane let him go. He didn’t travel very far before landing on the floor.
“Papa” he grinned at his achievement, his smile revealing a partially toothy smile.
Edward picked up his son, reveling in son’s achievement as the boy did. His son was walking.
“What do you say?”.
“Please” James asked in his own impish way.
Jane started to reach for her son until her husband interjected.
“Before you go, I wished to discuss something you”.
“I’ll tell Sophie to start feeding him”.
As if on cue, Sophie appeared and took James from his mother.
“I was considering now that Adele is growing up, we should have her dowry set aside. Nothing too much, perhaps 5000 pounds”.
“I think that is reasonable” Jane agreed.
“And, how are you today, my dear?” Edward asked, focusing his attentions on his wife. His left roamed her growing abdomen. They would a second child by Christmas. The darkness and the secrets that had once shrouded Thornfield were being replaced by love and sounds of the newest generation of Rochesters.
“I am well, Edward, there is no need to worry”.
“The child?” he asked, the concern easily read on his face.
“It is god’s hand, not our own” she tried to sooth his fears. This was not the first time his was over concerned for her health, his reaction to her first pregnancy was the same, love, anticipation, but also fear.
“Younger women have died in childbirth” he could not fathom loosing her again, he had lost her once, of course he knew that was attributed to his own actions. To loose her would be a blow that would be impossible to recover from.
“So have older women. The physician has confirmed that we are both in good health. I have given birth once, I can do it again”.
He saw the warmth in her eyes and felt his worries disappear. She knew always knew what to say when his fears seemed to control him.
Her hand grazed his cheek and for a moment, they were in their own world. The silence was broken by James’s wail when he Sophie feeding him was not what he wanted.
Sighing, they both knew that this moment would have to be discontinued until later. Edward returned to his work and Jane return to their son. Watching his wife exit the room, he hoped that the day would end quickly and they could return to the moment when it was just the two of them.