"How does it feel, Viscount Beauchamp?" Henry asked, laughing as he pat Edward on the back heavily. The two men were taking a walk through the gardens of Whitehall, enjoying the summer sun.

"Your majesty, I am honored to be given such a title, and grateful." Edward assured him. Only two days ago he had been named as Viscount Beauchamp of Hache in Somerset, and he was beyond ecstatic. He worried though, because he felt things had been going too well. It's only a matter of time before something falls apart.

"I am glad, my lord." Henry replied, chuckling. "But I was referring more to the fact that your wife is with child. How does it feel?"

Edward opened his mouth, surprised by the King's words. Normally he would have been scared to answer such a question, had Henry still been married to Anne Boleyn, but he was no longer. Now he was with his sister, Queen Jane, and she was fit as a fiddle and ready to carry the King's son in her womb. Henry was probably almost as enthralled by the mere idea of having a wife who was fit to bear him a son as Edward as by the fact that his wife was pregnant with his child. "It's… wonderful, your majesty. I'm sure you will be experiencing the same joy very soon."

"I am sure as well." Henry agreed, nodding his head. "Jane is a beautiful woman, and she is very fit and healthy. I have not a doubt in my mind that she won't be able to bear my son, the heir to the throne."

Edward smiled and nodded his head. "Your Majesty is right to think the way you do." He assured him, which is probably what he wanted to begin with; assurance. "Jane will be the perfect wife."

"I do hope so."

Over the next few months, the Seymour family enjoyed their life at Whitehall to the full extent. Edward saw himself advancing and increasing in importance at court, and his brother, Thomas, tagged along with him, though not quite as quickly.

As Edward rose in importance, Anne's belly grew large and round. She was however, constantly irritated and upset, and often found herself ending her days in a fit of rage or tears, but Edward always managed to calm her down.

"You're beautiful!" Edward found himself telling Anne on a day-to-day basis as her belly grew larger.

"But my dresses do not fit properly anymore! I have nothing to wear! What if we dine with the King? What am I to do?" Anne cried in frustration as she rested her hands on her belly. "I am fat!"

Edward shook his head, and wrapped his arms around Anne, though even such a simple gesture like a hug was become increasingly difficult as her belly grew. "I think you're beautiful, and you're only fat because you have a child in your belly. Worry not, wife. I think you are experiencing some sexual frustration." He said, laughing.

Tears ran down Anne's face, but she laughed too. That's definitely what it is. God, as soon as this child is out of me, things better return to normal! She rested her head against Edward's chest and took a few deep breaths' in and out to calm herself. "I'm sorry." She apologized quietly. "It's just frustrating."

"Worry not." Edward said again, kissing his wife on the forehead and rubbing her back. "I love you wife."

"Oh, I love you too husband…" Anne said, looking up at him. "But haven't we been much too mushy these days? We must speak business. Is Jane with child yet?"

Edward shook his head. "No word of it yet, but I have faith in her."

"As do I." Anne replied. "Your mother had many sons, I am sure Jane is perfectly capable of doing the same."

"I do hope so." Edward said, ironically repeating the words the King had said to him.

"Don't hope Edward, know so!" Anne said with force. Since her pregnancy began she had been even more forceful than before, which was a lot for even Edward to handle.

"Alright!" he said, laughing at her random bursts of anger. "Have you written to your brothers to tell them?"

"Tell them what?" Anne asked, raising an eyebrow. They obviously knew that Jane was now Queen and that Anne was now the wife of a viscount. What else did they need to know?

"That you are with child." Edward replied, surprised that she had not realized this.

"Oh… no, I haven't written to them, but I shall, after the baby comes."

Edward looked at her with an expression of worry and Anne did not need him to speak to know what he was going to say in that concerned tone of his. "What if you do not…" he could barely bring himself to finish his sentence. "Make it through the pregnancy?"

Anne sighed, looking down at the ground. She had been prepared to tell Edward to shut up and remind him how strong she was, but her emotions and hormone were too wonky. As she looked down at the ground, more tears began to steam down her face. Why must I cry for everything! "I will, Edward, I will…" She sobbed, pressing her face into his chest once more. "Do not tell anyone I have cried about this!"

"I won't." He assured her. He did not want to linger long on the subject, so he attempted a quick change of topic. "Shall I tell everyone that you do not cry at all? That it is impossible for you to shed a tear, even when you experience great sorrow?"

For a moment, Anne was quiet but then she giggled and looked up at Edward. "Yes, you can tell people that. Make sure they know how much of a cold, hard bitch I am." She was now laughing and crying at the same time. I must seem like a basket case.

Edward burst into laughter and wrapped his arms tightly around his wife, kissing her head over and over again. "You are the coldest and hardest bitch I have ever met in my life, I promise you, wife."

"Oh, thank god for that!" Anne replied laughing as she burrowed herself in Edward's arms.