Jessica stopped beside the Norfolks. ‘I feel quite scandalous.’ She murmured. ‘I feel half the people here are whispering behind their hands because I chose to carry my own son!’ she finished indignantly.
‘Take no bloody notice of them.’ Clarissa said firmly. ‘I carried my son to his christening. If we’re lucky we could start a new trend of caring parents.’ She smiled beautifully and carefully lifted the Marquis from Jessica’s arms as the two Dukes shook hands. ‘Now that would be a miracle!’ she finished and then cooed over Andrew Farrington. ‘Who’s a handsome boy, then.’
‘Clarissa, give her back the baby.’ Norfolk said kindly. ‘You’ll have another one to nurse in a few months time.’ John and Jessica sniggered at the often repeated entreaty.
John lifted Elizabeth in his arms, and took his place at the front of the procession with Jessica and his son beside him. Slowly they walked to the chapel at the other side of the manor at Charlecote.
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