"What were you thinking, or were you even thinking at all?" Edward asked Thomas as they stood in an empty room down the hall from the great hall. He paced about in front of Thomas who had lazily taken a seat.

"I was thinking! She asked me a stupid question and I responded in a mean way to tease her. You know how she is! You two tease each other all the time, I can't see why I can't do the same." He decided to leave out the key piece of information in the story, when he said to Anne 'if I were your husband…'.

Edward's eyes widened. "You can't speak to her that way because you are not her husband!"

Thomas laughed at his brother, feeling a bit nervous by the fact Edward had basically just read his mind. "I know that, of course!"

"Then why would you speak to her that way? Especially when you know she is most irritable these days? When you know she is with child and that playing with her temper can affect the child's life?" Edward demanded. "Sometimes I wonder if you were born with any common sense at all."

Thomas laughed some more. His brother and sister in laws mood swings were extremely entertaining to him. "Probably not Ed, you were born with all the brains. That's why your heads so big."

His last comment hit Edward's final nerve and he stormed towards Thomas and picked him off the chair, grasping onto his shirt, and slammed him against the wall, in the most brotherly way of course. "Stop fucking around Thomas. We aren't children anymore, when are you ever going to learn to grow up? My wife is not a toy to be played with by you. You are not to tease her or treat her badly. You will treat her with the respect she deserves as my wife, the wife of a viscount! You are no one without Anne, Jane and I. No one. So next time my wife asks you for a gift on Christmas eve, you better have one at the ready, because she deserves to be thanked for what she has helped our family achieve." Edward released his brother from his grasps and Thomas found himself struggling to stand up.

"I'm sorry." Thomas said, as Edward turned his back on him. "I wasn't thinking, I was just trying to tick her off."

Edward had been walking towards the door of the room, ready to leave and retire to bed. "Don't apologize to me, apologize to her." He replied, shaking his head in shame. "Merry Christmas, Thomas."

Thomas was going to object and beg his brother for his forgiveness, but Edward left the room quickly and Thomas didn't even have a moment to speak up. He had always been jealous of Edward, in everything, from sports to intelligence, and now, though he did not know why, he found himself in a situation where he was even jealous of his wife, and he had a bad feeling that this wasn't going to change any time soon.

Luckily, there were many things going on at the palace, and many women, to keep Thomas distracted from his feud with his brother and his unexplainable attraction to his sister-in-law. With Jane's pregnancy, the King and everyone else were once again in high spirits as the New Year came around. There were many tournaments and feasts in the future prince's honour, and it was easy for everyone to forget what was going on around them.

Anne found it harder to distract herself once January rolled along as she begun her lying in and was absolutely miserable, and horrid to every mid wife and physician that tried to touch her. Her spirits were low as she was locked up, away from every one and every thing that brought her happiness. Though Edward would visit her each day, she wished more than anything that she could be out there with him, working as a team. She didn't like the idea of him working alone and making big decisions without her, not because she didn't trust him, but because she knew he sometimes needed advice and it was only her advice that would suffice.

"I just want this thing out of me!" She told Edward one night as he sat at her bedside.

"Don't call it a thing Anne, it's not a thing." Edward replied, furrowing his brow a bit. There was still a smile on his face though, so Anne knew he was not angry.

"I know, I just mean, I want our child to come." She said, rephrasing her words.

"As do I and he should come soon." He replied, smiling. He put his hand on her belly and rubbed it for a moment until he felt the child push back. He pulled his hand away only because he was surprised. "Did you feel that?"

Anne nodded her head, grinning. She took Edward's hand with hers and put it back on her belly. She could feel the child moving inside of her and as much as she wanted it out, the whole experience of feeling him kick and move was interesting. "Yes!" she replied. "Wait, he will do it again."

Edward laughed happily as he felt the child's kick once more. It was somewhat of a surreal experience for him, and an important moment in his and Anne's relationship, though it was such a small matter. "He is strong."

"Of course he is." Anne retorted teasingly. I will have no child that is weak! "Look who his parents are. How could he be weak?"

"You're right." Edward replied, his hand still on her belly. The baby continued to move around and kick for a few minutes. Edward drifted off into a daze, thinking of nothing but his future family. He was suddenly awoken from his daze when Anne sat up in pain. She squeezed Edward's hand with all her strength.

"Edward!" She cried, pulling him close to her. "Fetch the physician and the midwives, won't you?" Even in an extreme amount of pain, Anne was able to remain the one in charge.

Recognizing Anne's look of pain, he knew the child was coming. Edward nodded to her and pulled his hand from her death grip so that he could go get the physician and the midwives who were standing in the hallway. He went out quickly and told them the child was on its way and they all quickly rushed into the room and crowded around Anne. Edward tried to be as close to Anne as he could, but with the midwives and the physician all crowded around her, it was difficult. He spoke to her over them to make sure she was okay.

Luckily for Anne, the pregnancy was short and sweet. The midwife took the child in her arms and went to clean it off. Anne didn't even get a glimpse of it, to see whether it was a boy or a girl.

As Edward saw the midwife walk away to clean the child off, he followed her and looked and then quickly returned to Anne's bedside where he knelt beside her. He took her sweaty hand in his and kissed it. "We have a son."

Anne was exhausted and her ears had popped from pushing so hard. "What?" she asked. She had heard Edward's words but she thought surely she had heard him wrong.

"We have a son." He repeated, a smile slowly appearing on his face. He kissed her hand again. "We have a son!"

Anne smiled lazily and turned to look at Edward. "We have a son." She repeated softly. The midwife at last brought the child over to Anne, once it was all wrapped up in blankets, and placed him in her arms. Anne was never really much of a baby lover. She had always thought them to be some sort of strange alien looking things, which cried all the time and cost money, but this child, her boy, he was not like the babies she had seen and known in her past. He was beautiful, like a porcelain doll. His skin was fair and he barely had any hair, but he was still a beautiful sight. "Do you see him Edward?" she asked. "He is so beautiful."

Edward too, was like Anne, completely amazed by their child. He had two children with his first wife, but like he had told Anne upon their first meeting, he was not sure if they were truly his, or his fathers. That bastard. He knew, however, that neither of those children was as beautiful as his son, his true, and only son. "He is. What do you want to name him?"

"Oh, I haven't even thought of that." Anne said, completely unprepared. She had carried this boy in her belly for nine months and she hadn't once thought of a name. "How about Edward? For you and for my father." Anne's quick suggestion made the most sense to her; there were no two men she loved more in the world than her father, god rest his soul, and her husband.

"Edward. I like that." Edward replied, winking at his wife.

"Of course you do." She replied, chuckling as she held her swaddled little Edward in her arms. "He will be a spitting image of his father, I can see it."

"I hope that he is a mix between the two of us." Edward admitted a little timidly. Though he admired himself for his more prominent strengths, he also knew he had weaknesses where Anne did not. If the child were a mix of the both of them, well, he'd perfect in his eyes!

Anne smiled at his comment. "Maybe you're right." She agreed. Unlike Edward, it was more difficult for her to admit to her weaknesses. Perhaps he should be 60% me, 40% Edward? A mix of our looks, but most of my brains. "Either way, he is perfect." I thought this soft side of me would wear off once the child was out of me…

"Indeed." Edward agreed with a curt nod of his head. He looked down at little Edward and leaned forward to kiss him on his tiny nose. "I must go tell Jane and Thomas."

"Alright." Anne replied, surprising even herself when she did not complain or make a fuss. She had barely allowed Edward to leave her side in the months before.

Edward stood up and then leaned over to kiss Anne on the lips. "I'll be back soon."