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Authors: Carré White
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look happy, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. The confirmation of my pregnancy had led to an impromptu celebration, my husband opening an expensive bottle of champagne.
Now, he eyed me, admiration shining in his eyes. “You’ll want to decorate a nursery, I presume.”
“That would be lovely.” The candles on the table flickered, casting light upon polished silver forks and knives. “What room will I use?”
“The nearest bedchamber.” He sipped wine, as a servant brought out domed dishes, the food kept warm inside. “Are you all right? You look a little peaked.”
“I did feel a touch queasy earlier, but I'm fine.”
It was imperative I gain the upper hand over these unruly emotions. My dreams had come true—far better than I could have ever hoped for, yet I mourned as if someone close to me had died. I had to make peace with this situation—but how?
Chapter Ten
I refrained from writing Nathanial for more than a week. I so desperately wanted to communicate with him, but I stuffed the lettersheets in a drawer and locked them away, even giving the key to Mrs. Dexter. Now that I was with child, my energies needed to center on the new nursery and pleasing my husband, which wasn’t difficult to do. I had spoken to him about the sleeping arrangements, preferring my own bed to his, because my clothes and things were in my room. He agreed that I would visit him at night, at least until the pregnancy prevented such activities.
Waking in my own bed was a joy, but a persistent unhappiness lingered, like the feeling that I had lost or forgotten something somewhere. I knew exactly what it was, but I tried so badly not to think about it.
Mrs. Dexter brought in tea, a folded letter on the silver tray. I eyed it, feeling a wave of anticipation. I forced my look to remain bland, as she filled my cup.
“I hope you slept well, Trinity.”
“I did, thank you.”
She smiled slightly. “There’s correspondence as well.”
“I see that. Thank you.” I waited until she left the room, reaching for the letter. It was from Nathanial.
My Dearest Trinity,
I have not heard from you in quite a while. I am still waiting to hear if you are with child. Why have you not written me? Is something wrong? Are you unwell? I long to hear from you. Good Lord, I sound like a lovelorn suitor. I should tear this up and throw it out.
I have refrained from purchasing more things for you. I would never typically enter a woman’s store, but when I was there for you, I enjoyed it vastly. Are you certain I cannot send you things? Is there anything you need for the house?
On a side note, I feel I must offer for Victoria. I have been a bachelor too long or, perhaps, not long enough. It would be easier, if you would advise me. I would like to hear your feelings on this matter. I do hope you will write again. Did I say something to offend you? If I did, please forgive me.
If you do not write me in return, I shall be forced to ask Mrs. Dexter what the matter is. Know that I wish only the best for you. I do not want to cause you further distress.
Yours truly,
Nathanial
I sighed, knowing I would have to write him now. Getting to my feet, the bottom of the chair scraped on the polished wood floor. In the hallway, I hurried towards the servant’s stairs, finding Mrs. Dexter in the kitchen.
“I need the key to the desk, please.”
She smiled pleasantly. “Yes, of course.” Withdrawing a bundle of metal from within the pocket of her apron, she slid a key off a large metal clasp. “Here you are.”
“Thank you.”
After returning to my room, I sat at the desk writing.
Nathanial,
Yes, I am with child. I am feeling fine. I have been thinking about our correspondence quite a bit. I do so wish to continue it, but you must know I do not feel the slightest bit of friendship for you. I have been sorting out my emotions over these lonely weeks, and I have come to the conclusion that I adore you. I should not, of course, but I do.
Now, he eyed me, admiration shining in his eyes. “You’ll want to decorate a nursery, I presume.”
“That would be lovely.” The candles on the table flickered, casting light upon polished silver forks and knives. “What room will I use?”
“The nearest bedchamber.” He sipped wine, as a servant brought out domed dishes, the food kept warm inside. “Are you all right? You look a little peaked.”
“I did feel a touch queasy earlier, but I'm fine.”
It was imperative I gain the upper hand over these unruly emotions. My dreams had come true—far better than I could have ever hoped for, yet I mourned as if someone close to me had died. I had to make peace with this situation—but how?
Chapter Ten
I refrained from writing Nathanial for more than a week. I so desperately wanted to communicate with him, but I stuffed the lettersheets in a drawer and locked them away, even giving the key to Mrs. Dexter. Now that I was with child, my energies needed to center on the new nursery and pleasing my husband, which wasn’t difficult to do. I had spoken to him about the sleeping arrangements, preferring my own bed to his, because my clothes and things were in my room. He agreed that I would visit him at night, at least until the pregnancy prevented such activities.
Waking in my own bed was a joy, but a persistent unhappiness lingered, like the feeling that I had lost or forgotten something somewhere. I knew exactly what it was, but I tried so badly not to think about it.
Mrs. Dexter brought in tea, a folded letter on the silver tray. I eyed it, feeling a wave of anticipation. I forced my look to remain bland, as she filled my cup.
“I hope you slept well, Trinity.”
“I did, thank you.”
She smiled slightly. “There’s correspondence as well.”
“I see that. Thank you.” I waited until she left the room, reaching for the letter. It was from Nathanial.
My Dearest Trinity,
I have not heard from you in quite a while. I am still waiting to hear if you are with child. Why have you not written me? Is something wrong? Are you unwell? I long to hear from you. Good Lord, I sound like a lovelorn suitor. I should tear this up and throw it out.
I have refrained from purchasing more things for you. I would never typically enter a woman’s store, but when I was there for you, I enjoyed it vastly. Are you certain I cannot send you things? Is there anything you need for the house?
On a side note, I feel I must offer for Victoria. I have been a bachelor too long or, perhaps, not long enough. It would be easier, if you would advise me. I would like to hear your feelings on this matter. I do hope you will write again. Did I say something to offend you? If I did, please forgive me.
If you do not write me in return, I shall be forced to ask Mrs. Dexter what the matter is. Know that I wish only the best for you. I do not want to cause you further distress.
Yours truly,
Nathanial
I sighed, knowing I would have to write him now. Getting to my feet, the bottom of the chair scraped on the polished wood floor. In the hallway, I hurried towards the servant’s stairs, finding Mrs. Dexter in the kitchen.
“I need the key to the desk, please.”
She smiled pleasantly. “Yes, of course.” Withdrawing a bundle of metal from within the pocket of her apron, she slid a key off a large metal clasp. “Here you are.”
“Thank you.”
After returning to my room, I sat at the desk writing.
Nathanial,
Yes, I am with child. I am feeling fine. I have been thinking about our correspondence quite a bit. I do so wish to continue it, but you must know I do not feel the slightest bit of friendship for you. I have been sorting out my emotions over these lonely weeks, and I have come to the conclusion that I adore you. I should not, of course, but I do.
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