Ross knocked firmly on the Trenwith door and waited briefly before it was opened by a small faced maid. "Hello…" He said in a friendly tone, looking past her to spot Elizabeth. As if his mind summoned her, she appeared. From around a corner inside the house. "Oh Ross! I told you dear, you had no need to welcome him. I could have brought him in."

The maid looked over apologetically as Ross switched glances from both women, confusedly amused. "May I come in now?" He asked behind a chuckle. The maid darted a look at him and bowed quickly before opening the door in a hurry and scurrying off as he walked in. "Hello Elizabeth," He greeted her properly at last. "Same to you, Ross," She replied with a smile as he kissed her hand. "But forgive me Ross - I know you're here for something but I forget….?" She pointed a finger at him as if to press the answer out of him.

"The package, remember? It was mis-delivered here." "Ah!" She clapped her hands together and waved him towards her. "Follow me. It's right here in this room….Yes, there it is. You can wait in the sitting room. I'll be in the next room over. There's something I need to do first." She gave a short assuring smile before turned to walk from him, her long curly dark hair swaying behind her back as she left. Ross put his hands in his pockets as looked around the Trenwith house. It had been half a year since he set foot inside. As more meetings with Elizabeth proved (and by her own statements a week before), George was constantly moving from London and Truro to strengthen his empire, so after Ross learned of a mis-delivered package he felt inclined to visit the house itself instead of meeting her in the woods. He turned around, taking the old house in. He looked at the oiled cracks in the wooden crowns touching the ceiling, down to the scratched walls and slightly swollen floors. Looking to the right of him he peered into the living room and looked at the two couches opposite of the chair in front of them, thinking of the many days he napped in blissful comfort on all of them at one point with Francis and Verity in his early childhood. When they reached ages 14 to 16, Elizabeth had joined the three of them as well.

His thoughts of her made him turn to the left of him and spied into the next room, his curiosity getting the best of him. There he saw her toss her hair over her shoulder and bend over a cradle, her hands reaching out. His chest went cold and squeezed within itself as he swallowed hard through a dry throat. He watched her slim figure stand up with a baby of 4 - no, 6 - months old in her hands, talking to it with a warm smile and bouncing it gently in the air. Ross took in another swift and painful breath and dared to glide his eyes to the top of the infant's head. He was promised with a soft full head of dark curly hair that pulled down to Elizabeth's lips in a gentle kiss. She rubbed her nose with the baby, speaking in soft words in a high voice. The baby made an intelligible reply and she giggled, swinging it to and fro. The world around him started to fade as Ross watched the two smiling at each other, the sunset rays dancing against Elizabeth's curls as she spun the infant around. A selfish, jealous urge sprung inside him which immediately grabbed him back into reality and he quickly looked down, clearing his throat.

Moments later he heard her footsteps coming towards him. "Here it is, Ross. I believe the maid may have mistaken it for something else and misplaced it, but I found it easily." He looked up from the wooden floor and glanced at her with a quick smile, his lips pursed. "Is…Something amiss?" She turned her head at him. He shook his head and took the package from her. "No….Nothing amiss. I promise." He looked up at her once more and properly locked gazes with her, his mind replaying the scene he had just witnessed and felt a twist inside him. She furrowed her brows at his gaze. "Are you sure? You seem…"

"I am quite alright. Thank you for asking. Don't ask the maid to set any tea. I'll be going now." He forced himself to turn and walked towards the front door, feeling Elizabeth's confused eyes watching him go.