Breakfast was a quiet affair that morning, quieter than normal. Jane sat alone with her tea, waiting for her husband to arrive. It was a beautiful, vibrant morning filled with birds singing and wind moving swiftly through tree's. She couldn't help but feel very moved by it. The sun was deceptive, for it was not warm, but the world was flooded in golden light. What a perfect day.

At last Mr Rochester rounded the corner, fully dressed and looking expectantly for Jane's voice.

"Come" Jane said, "I must fix you up"

He walked towards her and she slightly moved how the cravat was situated under his waistcoat. He always turned a little sullen when Jane fixed a way he had dressed himself, she supposed it was such a mark of independence to dress yourself in the morning, and it was a task taken from him. But all the same she never hesitated to do so.

"I suppose my hair is combed too into a state"

"No, actually. But you need it cut"

"Which you will help me with today?"

"But of course"

. . .

After breakfast Jane asked for a bath to be drawn. Her and Edward happily reminisced about times in Ferndean when they were forced to boil water and carry it up over the steep flights of steps.

"And you witch" he said, removing his clothes next to the newly drawn bath "wouldn't let me assist you"

"Because the task involved boiling water and steep steps"

He grinned at her words, slipping his nightshirt over his head. Although Jane felt that she now knew his body as she knew her own, it was still a pausing moment every time she saw it. She had learned herself through that body, felt protected by it, safe with it. Her heart swelled as he dropped slowly into the tub, for she was still so deeply in love with slipped under to wet his hair and reemerged moving the hair away from his face swiftly. Jane sat behind him on a hair and combed his hair. Jane was very careful and took her time cutting his hair. Indeed she had never cut a males hair before her husband. However, his curly hair made it a slightly more forgiving task and she finished, happy with the result.

"See how does it feel" she said, combing through it once more.

His hands reached up and moved through it expertly. "It feels perfect, thank you my love"

Jane stood from the stool, drying her hands in a nearby towel.

"Did you know there are men in town that specifically deal with men's hair?"

"I do know that. I went to a so called 'barber' in the west indies, he did a terrible job and I have never forgiven the general men in the profession. Besides, I prefer you" he said, simply.

"Well then, I should be happy to maintain my duties" she said, handing Edward a towel for his hair.

When he stood and exited the bath he grabbed a different robe that Jane hadn't noticed hanging behind the door. It was a dark green instead of navy and was much newer.

"I figured" he said, pulling it around himself, "If my wife was to be in my robe half of the time, I should get a new one".

Jane smiled, surprised.

"You could have taken it from me at any time, you did not need to go and buy a new one"

"No, I suppose I did not. You must swim in all the excessive fabric, I suppose I could have ordered you a robe that would actually fit you, but, you like it and so it is yours".

Jane stood on her tip toes in order to kiss him in thanks and was immediately was drawn into a deep and passionate kiss. Edward placed his hand in the small of her back, drawing her even closer than she already was. His wet hair fell around her face, the robe slipped from its tie holding it closed. He lifted her bum and instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist so that he could walk her into their adjoining bedroom. She could feel his burning skin pressed against her dress. She could feel her lips were needy and wanting.

Edward lay her down on the bed, moving over her earnestly. Now he was completely exposed, his robes hanging loosely around his shoulders. As he began to move down her stomach, Jane sat up quickly.

"No, you mustn't".

He pulled his lips away from her, looking up concernedly at her.

"My Jane, what is wrong?"

"It is my time this month"

"I have told you before that I do not care. Has something changed? Do you not want to be with me during your time?"

"No, it is not that" Jane said, beginning to feel more and more embarrassed as her cheeks becoming more flushed.

"Then what?" he said, gently "Tell me".

Jane felt tears rise to her eyes and the hot flood that came over her were painful.

She was gathered to his arms lovingly and held close. She cried into his shoulder silently, her body shaking slightly. He smoothed her hair consolably and kissed her temple while wrapping his robe around her for warmth. He held her until she spoke.

"I have missed my time for the past few months, and I thought-", she paused, "that I was with child" she finished in a devastated tone.

"What Jane? is this truly it?" he said looking pained, wiping tears from her eyes, "Have you been putting this pressure on yourself?"

She looked down at the bed "I know that you wanted children, and I wanted children, and I just thought that-"

"Jane Rochester, look at me" he said, turning her face gently to his.

"I want children with you, and I know you want children with me, yet we have been married but half a year and the weight of that unfair burden on yourself is too great. We will be blessed with a child when the time is right". Jane sniffled a little and he kissed her forehead reassuringly, closing his eyes. "Jane,you are my whole world. You have been from the moment we first spoke. If we never are given children together I will still have you, and that will always be more than I am deserving of". He paused, looking unseeingly at her. "You are everything".

Jane did not know what to say. She felt the weight lift from her shoulders the moment she had told him, and the tears that still came from her eyes were not so painful. She looked into his pained, loving face and saw nothing but a wish to comfort, to heal.

"I wanted to make you happier than anything else. My excitement perhaps got the better of my sense and I allowed myself to be overwhelmed in hope".

He shook his head, stroking her face tenderly.

"Of course you were excited, and you shall be excited again. It was simply not meant for this moment. But you Jane, you are my whole happiness. Nothing will ever change that".

Jane nodded, resting her head on her husbands shoulder.

"I should have confided in you sooner"

"You never have to tell me anything you do not wish to, Jane. But if it would decrease any worry-"

"Thank you" she said, drawing her head up to look at him.

He smiled warmly, shaking his head "We promised to love each other 'in good times and in bad, remember?"

"I do not think I am not likely to forget any time soon".

Jane felt his soft lips press against hers conveying all the love they did not have the words for.