It had now been almost 2 weeks I had settled into the small cottage very nicely. I had met Mrs Graham and her two charming 15 year old daughters; they were sometimes a handful but I could handle them. I had been sitting in the study (having been my day off) waiting anxiously for a letter or visit from Mr Rochester. I had not heard anything as of such and was getting worried. Had he forgotten about me? Had something happened to him? Had something happened to the maniac…Bertha? I needed answers. I took out paper, ink and writing instrument from the drawer of the study desk; I decided to write a letter to Mr Rochester as he had not written one to me.

I placed ink to paper and began to write.

Dearest Edward,

I have not heard from you yet and I am getting worried. I have been here for almost two weeks now and I have settled in nicely. I am worried that you have not yet wrote to me or been to visit. Is there…

At this point Maria the housemaid approached me.

"What is it Maria?"

"There is someone here to see you miss"

"Who?"

"They would not give their name but asked that you meet them in the drawing room immediately."

"Thank you Maria."

I left my writing for now and decided it was not urgent I could finish writing it this evening. As I approached the drawing room, questions where going through my mind that could not be answered. Why would I have a visitor? Who could it be? Could it be a messenger with bad news? Something has happened back at Thornfield? Questions not even I could answer unless I entered the drawing room. I entered the drawing room quietly and carefully as not to disturb my visitor. The visitor was standing with their back to me standing near the fireplace. Yes! I could recognise that stance anywhere! The wavy, black shaggy hair, the way they stand. Reader, by know I think you have guessed it! Yes! It was Mr Rochester. He had finally come to visit me. I ran up to him and embraced him. He held my waist and kissed me tenderly, passionately on my forehead. He stood back and bid me to the sofa. I sat carefully upon his knee and ran my fingers through his soft black hair. He held my hand in his.

"Jane, I am sorry I could not have come earlier."

"Edward, I forgive you."

"I have been busy with…"

He didn't like discussing his marriage, his wife with me, he felt it too depressing and found it uncomfortable. I could see it in his eyes: he quickly turned away and stared into the fire; he felt he couldn't bare to look at me.

"With…Bertha."

"Oh Edward! Is she any better?"

"I am afraid that she is much worse but she can still walk around a little."

"I have missed you greatly, I cannot bare being away from you!"

"I know Jane, I know! I have missed you too, even more probably. The night you left I retired to my chamber early, I tried to sleep but I felt a sharp pain stab my heart. I feared for you: I did not know whether you had arrived safely or if you were in good health!"

"I was Edward, but why did you not write to me."

"I did write to you but I only put it in the post office two days ago, I did not know whether you had received my letter, so I came upon you today."

"I am glad you did! I was very worried. How is Adele and Mrs Fairfax?

"They are every well indeed but Adele misses you greatly! She is very sad and wished you to return home soon."

"And will I be returning home soon, Sir?"

"Sir? You do know how to tease me Jane! I should hope she should be returning home soon, her master needs her!"

We both giggled at this little joke. We sat for an hour or two by the fire and I had Maria bring in a tray of tea. We drank our tea and it then started to become very late. I offered for Mr Rochester to stay the night but he said Mrs Graham would not approve and that he had to be home.

"No Edward, I will go and ask Mrs Graham if you may stay the night."

I exited the drawing room and went in search of Mrs Graham. I found her sewing in the parlour.

"Mrs Graham?"

"Yes Miss Eyre?"

"My visitor wishes to stay the night, as it is very late and a long way back."

"Very well dear he may stay but only one night mind."

"Of course Mrs Graham."

"I will have Maria make up the guest room."

"Thank you Mrs Graham."

I quickly re-entered the drawing room with a big smile upon my face.

"I have arranged for you to stay the night."

"Jane? How did you do that, you always where a witch!"

"I am no witch Edward, just a happy soul!"

Mr Rochester rose from the sofa and brushed his soft lips against mine. I showed him to the guest chamber and we said goodnight with an embrace and a kiss. I retired to my own chamber: knowing he was near me.

I could not let myself sleep that night. There was a knock at my chamber door.

"Jane, it's me are you awake?"

I quickly arose from my bed and headed towards the door. I slowly opened the door to find Mr Rochester before me. I opened the door wider to suggest he step in.

"Edward what are you doing here?"

"I could not sleep; I needed to be near you once more."

Edward took me in his arms and kissed me. His arms slid his way to my lower back and I wrapped my arms around his. He kissed me on my cheek: lips: then to the nape of my neck, I could feel my breathing become intensely louder. I once again ran my fingers through his soft, black, wavy hair. "I do love you Jane" came a low whisper.

"I love you too Edward."

I felt his soft, delicately light fingers begin to unbutton the buttons of my white nightgown; I slid my hands up his vest up around his back and chest. I did not feel at all frightened or nervous: it felt passionate…it felt right. I was not afraid of him harming me I knew he would be gentle with me, I trusted him, I let his hands search my body and I his. I knew this would be the best night of my life, it should only be saved for one's wedding night: but with us that time had come…