Edith needed something to occupy her mind… and her fidgeting hands. Dr. Clarkson wouldn't be able to see her until later in the week. Which meant she would have three days to muse on her possible pregnancy. She already unpacked their luggage from the honeymoon, Agatha's luggage as well. Anthony was down in his study, catching up on all he had missed while they were away, Agatha was keen to spend the afternoon hidden away with her greatly missed cats. Which left Edith unusually alone.

Leaving their bedroom she crossed the hall to the small room that once served as hers. The large trunk her mother had sent just before they left sat on the floor next to the bed. That would certainly distract her for a few hours.

Inside she found gowns that she hadn't seen or thought about in years. Dresses that would soon cease to fit as her belly would begin to grow. As she bent over for another outfit a pair of hands came to rest on her hips.

"An odd task for the afternoon." Anthony murmured, dropping a kiss to her neck as she stood up straight and leaned against him.

"A bit mundane but must be done."

"Find anything interesting?"

"Mm… not especially. Dresses my parents deemed acceptable in my quest for a husband." She gestures to a pile of fabric and lace laid out on the bed.

"You did quite well without… in my humble opinion."

"Heartily agree, dear. And a few old corsets."

"Oh?"

"That caught your interest." She laughed.

"For better or worse, deep down I am a red blooded man. One that is especially enamored with the shape of my lovely wife."

"Thank heavens." She grinned picking up a corset and turning to show it off. "Thoughts?"

Anthony was silent; looking at the strictly formed fabric probably wrapped around whalebone or whatever it was they switched to in the years before the 20s freed young ladies. The silk was a sweet, light pink, almost the same shade as Edith's skin.

"Difficult to say, perhaps if I could see it on?" He managed casually as he reached behind them to close the door.

"I suppose that could be arranged. If you would be so kind." Edith turned again, waiting for her husband to unzip her dress. She couldn't help but giggle at the feel of his fingers against her bare skin.

"I hope you'll still be so taken with my touch in twenty years."

"I will always be taken with your touch, my love."

"Promise?"

"Of course." Her dress fell to the floor, pooling at her feet. Keeping her back to him she pulled off her chemise and knickers. Anthony took the corset from her, undoing the front clasps so that he could wrap the material around her.

Her fingers covered his for a moment before urging them to her hips so the contraption was held in place while she fastened the hooks.

"Darling." She began in a low tone.

"Yes?" He was distracted, marveling at how smooth the silk felt against his skin.

"You'll have to enjoy this while it lasts."

"Enjoy what?"

"The corset, form fitting dresses."

"Do you plan on a wardrobe change?"

"Just for nine months or so."

She turned as she spoke, smiling timidly at him. It was hard to tell if her outfit or her words shocked him.

"Anthony?"

"A baby? Already?"

"I think, if my counting is correct. Dr. Clarkson can't see me until Friday. But I've got a feeling."

He feel silent, his hands frozen on her hips.

"Are you happy?" She finally asked.

"I'm thrilled! I'm so very thrilled, my dear." She swept her up into his arms, hugging her tightly. "Surprised is all. I wasn't expecting… I am a bit older..."

"Haven't lost a step though." She laughed. "Managed to get me in a state of undress in the middle of the afternoon."

"I have impressive moments."

"Many of them."

"Wouldn't be very impressive if I let this one pass." He shrugged, leaning down to kiss her. It seemed that the moment their lips touched a voice called from down the hall:

"MAMA!"

"It's amazing we found the time to create this one." Anthony chuckled, his hand falling to her stomach.

"Truly. Will you see to her while I get dressed?"

"Of course… maybe… could you…"

"I'll leave it on underneath, you can see to the removal later." She promised with a coy smile.

"You are a wonderful wife." He grinned, giving her one quick kiss before disappearing into the hallway.

Edith smiled watching him go, her hand falling to where his had previously rested on her stomach.

"If you are there, you are going to have the most wonderful papa." She reassured her child before pulling her dress back on over the pink material. "But if he thinks I'm going to wear a corset again after this he's sorely mistaken."