(Back to Mary's POV)

I awoke to the sounds of footsteps and voices coming from, downstairs. William, Braden, and Brielle were home.

"To the washroom you two." William's voice came from downstairs.

Quick loud footsteps sounded up the stairs, followed by slower, more silent footsteps that I knew belonged to my husband.

About ten minutes later, William came into our bedchamber.

"How are you feeling, my love?"

"Much better; thank you."

"That is good." William replied with a relieved tone.

"What took you so long to get to our bedchamber?"

"I was filling the tub in the washroom."

I beckoned William over to the four-poster and placed my hands on his shoulders, pulling him down, kissing him passionately. I felt William's left hand on the back of my neck, and his right hand sliding coyly down my front, pressing lightly against my middle. William's lips smiled against mine as he moved his hand over my swollen middle, feeling the little life move within me.

"Tonight, Mary, if you're not to tired, when our children are fast asleep.."

"And if they awaken?"

"The door will be locked; I know for a fact Brielle won't wake because of how heavy a sleeper she is; and besides, her room is opposite the side our bed is on, and her bed, the opposite of that. Braden won't hear because even though he is a slightly less heavy sleeper than his sister, my study is between his room and our room."

"Well, you certainly have shown me that you deliberately arranged the furnishings in our bedchamber for certain "reasons"."

William smirked.

"Indeed, I did. You and I both know that our urges don't just happen only when there is no one else around at night; so, I sort of worked around that, in case the children were in, or we had a visitor."

"William, you are an absolute tyrant!" I said playfully.

"Yes well, you aren't attracted to gentlemen anyway. Otherwise, you wouldn't have married me."

"You've given me all that I need, as well as all of yourself, and two beautiful children, with another one on the way."

"Are you sure it's just one?"

"I'm not sure." I shrugged. "We'll just have to wait and see."

William nodded.

"I guess so.." He said in mock disappointment.

I smiled and shook my head.

"Braden and Brielle will probably be finished bathing soon, and Brielle will need some assistance getting dressed."

"Then I'd best be getting to the washroom. I'll check on you in about another hour."

(William's POV)

I walked down the hall to the washroom where I found Braden already dressed, but completely drenched with water, and Brielle in the tub, glaring daggers at him.

"Braden, what happened?"

"I"

"He pushed me under the water and wouldn't let me up!"

My eyes narrowed at Braden.

"Braden William Aric London Adair Tavington, is that so?"

"Father, I didn't mean"

"Well regardless of whether or not you meant anything, you are here to help your sister wash up, not to frighten her half to death by holding her head under the water! Now go to your room!"

"Yes Father." Said Braden in a sullen tone.

After Braden had left, I helped Brielle finish washing up, wrapped her in a towel, took her to her room, and helped her get dressed.

(Back to Mary's POV)

"The next morning after an enchantingly seductive and child-free evening with William, I was shaken awake at around half past eight in the morning.

"What is it William?"

"Bordon came to me this morning and asked of I wouldn't mind going to town with him. Is it all right with you if I go?"

"What about the children?"

"I'll take them with me."

"Well then, yes, I suppose so."

"Charlotte will be over in about two hours to keep you company while Braden, Brielle and I are away. We should be back either late this evening or early tomorrow morning."

"Very well; I shall see you later then."

William smiled and caressed the side of my face.

"I love you." He said, raining tender kisses down upon my neck and lips.

I smiled contentedly, planting a kiss upon William's forehead.

"And I love you."