“Are we rich?”
“We were before.” He whispered about horses and spears while patting and pacing.
“I know. But are we more rich, now?”
He paused in the middle of the story of a great black charger with wings. “Hmm? Rich? We can continue to feed our guild members sumptuous breakfasts and supper in the great hall. I’d also guess we may need to build an extension, for all the tradesmen you will no doubt want to have with your new monies.”
“Maybe we can find another glazier? Would it not be wonderful to have sunlight in the hall? I’d have all the slits covered-in.”
“Whatever you want, dear wife. As long as you leave some method for defense.” He continued to pat the boy, tell the tale, and pace.
“And another potter, and a dressmaker to work with our cloth. Don’t forget a windmill with mechanism.”
“Whatever your heart desires.” The baby finally burped and he handed him back.
“You’re too good to me.”
“Aye, I am.”
She put the baby to the other breast, this time prepared for his onslaught and laughed. “I’m going to have to wean him soon.”
“A shame. You do it so well.”
“It’s a natural thing. Takes no expertise at all.” Being a mother was truly better than any other trade she could think of.
He laughed. “That’s one thing that I can’t help you with.”
She laughed back at the joke they’d shared for two sons. She handed the now babbling baby back to him, so she could adjust her tunic. “That’s true.”
He bent over, kissed her gently, and hugged them both. “You’ve been everything my heart has ever wanted. However you bewitched me, I’m grateful.”
“You’ve taught me to feel safe. Given me a home full of love. A woman couldn’t ask for more, except …”
He raised his eyebrows.
She patted her stomach. “Mayhap a daughter this time?”
The ever present crinkles around his eyes deepened as he grinned widely. “Whatever you say, m’lady.”
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