One morning towards the end of spring, Jane stood over a table in the corner of her husbands study sorting through mail they had received since their honeymoon ended. In honesty, it had been hard for her to sort through it, for she knew so little about matters of estate, investment and tending for servants wages. She found this funny, as not so very long ago she had been reliant on receiving the mail she now sorted with her own hands.

Mr Rochester entered the room a short while later fully dressed. He was wearing one of the outfits that he had worn when Jane first meet him, his waistcoat and pants were the same shade of chocolate brown and his tailcoat was a forest green. His hair was combed slightly away from his face and Jane thought him absolutely handsome. Upon closer inspection she realized that his waistcoat had been buttoned incorrectly and so she stood in order to assist him. As she undid the buttons he grinned.

"Jane, you wish for me again? Why we have just left our bed for the morning"

A shy smile crept over her face as she began to rebutton his waistcoat.

"I know you would wish for such to be so, but I am merely tending to a poorly buttoned waistcoat"

He kissed her briefly in thanks.

"What is it that occupies you right now Jane?" he asked

"Hm, you must guess"

Edward paused for a moment looking perplexed but amused. "I believe you are standing now before me, reasoning when to come forward and kiss me good morning".

As her fingers slid the last button into place she stepped back to smile at him.

"You forget that I kissed you this morning in bed, this morning in the kitchen and again while I dressed. You are not deprived"

His eyes brimmed with happiness as he looked at her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"No, indeed I am not, Jane".

He kissed her forehead gently, in a particular way, for her knew it was her weakness and thus, she could be more willing to comply to him.

"What is it you are in want of?" Jane asked, knowingly.

He smiled, looking down at the ground, amused at her unwavering understanding of him. "I ask only for your trust, I have a surprise for you".

Jane's face twisted into uncertainty. "You have my trust"

"Good, then come"

And with that, she was pulled from the room.

. . .

Minutes later Jane found herself in the carriage, riding towards some unknown surprise. It was a cold day, despite the spring beginning to move into the summer, and having been pulled quickly from the house she hadn't time to take her shawl with her. She shuddered slightly, trying desperately to hide it, before her husband turned to look at her.

"Oh my darling, you must be cold. I am so sorry, I should not have been so thoughtless in removing you from the house so quickly, here-"

He took off his own coat and wrapped it around her. It was warm, it smelled of him, but Jane reluctantly pushed it away.

"No, now you will be cold. I am well!"

He looked skeptically at her before replying, "Jane, I feel you shudder, I feel you bringing yourself, perhaps without notice, towards me. I am not cold, take my coat".

Sometimes Jane forgot that without his sight his other senses were heightened. He could feel more, hear more, was more in tune with everything his failed eyes could no longer provide. With still some hesitancy, but relief, she took the coat and wrapped it around herself.

"You will tell me when you want it back?"

Edward chuckled softly and kissed the top of her head, "Yes".