Soon after, Jane found herself lying next to her husband, one arm resting on his chest, the other held the hand of his extended arm which served as a pillow for her head. The blanket had been pulled lazily around their waists and Jane looked to the ceiling filled with absolute happiness. All was very quiet besides the crackling fire which was beginning to die out. She watched the trees outside blowing furiously in the wind imagining the night that it must be outside. And yet all was still.

"Jane?"

"Yes husband"

A small smile.

"When did you become such an expert lover?"

Jane could not help but grin broadly.

"I was shown initially, sir, but since I have had plenty of practice".

Mr Rochester chuckled softly.

"With such being the case, my love, you must promise me something"

"I will give you my word on any promise I can keep".

"You must always promise to tell me what you wish for and do not want in this bedroom. Tonight you were so honest in your wants and in your desire, I cannot imagine a day to come where you felt you could not use such honesty with me".

Jane shook her head,

"I could never be dishonest with you, Edward. But especially not when you have shown nothing but a concern for me and my own desires in our marital bed. We have grown so much in these past months because I have been able to entrust my soul to you fully. I have never been made to feel unnatural, nor unworthy as so many women in my position have".

"That is because you hold too much power over me, woman" he claimed, kissing her temple. But as he turned to face her he turned serious, "And because I love you far too deeply to break your trust or your confidence. It must not be any other way with us".

As Jane cuddled into Mr Rochester, she swung her leg over his waist comfortably, burying her face in his chest.

"No, it mustn't" she said, sleepily.

Jane felt his hand move to her back, gently massaging it as he yawned. Within moments, they were both fast asleep.

. . .

The next morning Jane woke to a familiar pair of lips nuzzled into her neck, kissing her softly. She opened her eyes to see a fully dressed Mr Rochester smiling warmly at her.

"I am sorry Jane, you seemed so peaceful, I did not wish to wake you, but I did not want you waking up to an empty bed. I've been called into town for some meetings, and I believe it will take most of the day, so I will see you after supper".

Jane nodded, touching his hair gently.

"I love you" she said "Have a good day"

His soft lips pressed into her forehead, lingering momentarily.

"I love you, my absolute darling. Go back to sleep" he urged, softly.

He walked away from the bed, holding her fingers in his until it was necessary to let them go. He left the room, turning back to look at her as he closed the large bedroom doors.

Jane did not go back to sleep however, although it was still early she did not wish to lay in bed any longer. She was soon up and dressed in a simple but elegant light pink dress which fit her figure well. Since becoming married Jane was forced to give up her minimal dresses and the only one she possessed for many years from Lowood. Not that this was an unwanted shift, but at first it had felt weird to indulge herself in such a way. Jane had been threatened to not ask for anything she wanted but to simply go and buy it, and so she amounted a certain collection of dresses that she rather liked. She also styled her hair differently now, and with slightly more time and effort. No longer did she wear a bun with loose braids, but she wore it down, curled easily on her shoulder with many pieces pulled behind and tied. She thought she looked happier now, perhaps simply because she was happier.

After she went downstairs, ate breakfast, and spoke to the majority of the servants at the house, Jane entered the study in order to read some mail that had come in that morning. Firstly, Jane answered a letter from Adele. Adele had seemed to grow up a considerable amount in the past year and a half since Jane had seen her last. She wrote better, with more focus and sincerity. She spoke of how happy she was since being moved to a new school, which had been a result of Jane finding the conditions at her old school too harsh, and how much she enjoyed her classes and new friends. Jane replied, saying how happy she would be to see her at Christmas and to hear about it all in person.

Jane then replied to a letter Mary and Diana had sent that morning. Mary claimed that she and Diana were itching to see her, and that they would come to Jane as soon as they were suspected the limitations of them being able to come straight away regarded them setting St Johns estate as he had just departed for India. Jane wrote back with enthusiasm, saying she would be thrilled to see them at their earliest convenience and if they did indeed need help with any lawful practice in settling the estate to let her know, and Mr Rochester's lawyer would be sent for. As Jane sat back, looking at all that had come to her she couldn't help but smile. Everyone seemed happier these days. No one seemed discontent or unhappy. All was very well.