Nothing could dim the spirits of Jane and Rochester over the following days. They stayed in London the following day in order to see Mr Rochester's doctor and receive an okay to leave. He was thanked most graciously and seemed to have grown a fondness for his patient. Mr Rochester's doctor had told Jane how he enjoyed seeing her husband on account of his knowing so much about the world- he said was so well read and thus interesting to talk to. Jane had agreed heartily, and had found the general interaction of the doctor to be warm and kind.

It was touching to watch Mr Rochester on the carriage ride home. He was so grateful to once again see countryside, tree's, flowers, lake's and streams. He pointed each out to Jane enthusiastically, saying that she had described them so well on the way there that it was almost as he had imagined it. She herself was happy to see it, to be reminded that they had left the city and were returning home. She had enjoyed the change of scenery but confided to her husband that she could never reside there permanently. He had laughed, calling her a shy creature but in turn had agreed, saying that city living lacked a certain privacy and peace that one needed in order to maintain sanity.

Mr Rochester's return to the house was a very joyful event. He was greeted by each of his servants, all happy to see them both returned and so well. He confided in Jane later that several people looked much more severe then they truly were, and that others had a softer face than he imagined, yet he was happy to know them all. They had prepared the most elaborate and exquisite feast in celebration of his return and it was a wonderful night. Mr Rochester then took to doing a thorough examination of the house of which he was very happy. He commented again and again how much like a true home it felt, and how he loved to see touches of Jane throughout it all. His favorite room, like Jane, was the library of which he spent much admiring.

"Doctor says I will not be able to read much, or for very long" he said sadly, running his hand along the spine of a book. It was the first time Jane had seen his spirits at all dimmed.

"Such is alright seeing as I still must have some task so you know I am your wife".

He laughed, pulling her to him.

"I do not think I should need reminding of that, Ms Rochester".

. . .

One early day in December Jane woke feeling her husband was plotting something. He had been out of bed uncharacteristically early, glancing out of the window expectantly. When Jane confronted him as to what he could have been looking for he simply replied "Oh nothing, admiring the view"

"No one wakes at 6 in the morning to admire the view" Jane said, her eyebrow raised.

Edward had smiled and walked back to the bed to kiss her forehead.

"You forget yourself, my darling, a person who does it frequently".

Jane had been silenced into submission by this comment of which she could not argue. She had never quite adjusted to married life allowing her time to sleep in in the mornings.

At breakfast he once again was acting odd. When Jane turned to look at him he was always already observing her and as she looked at him he turned away, smiling.

"Edward Rochester?"

"Yes Jane Rochester?"

"Do not tease me, I know you are up to something"

"I am up to nothing of the sort"

"Then why do you look at me in that strange way?"

"It is called admiration, my darling" he said taking Jane's last bite of toast off her plate and eating it. She had indeed very little appetite in the was still ill in the mornings, she was still having problems eating great amounts of food at one time, but all in all she felt wonderful, happy and more than contented.

Later, as Jane dressed for the day she struggled to find a dress that would still fit. Jane was now four months pregnant and was starting to show through her dresses. Because she was so small in frame the pregnancy showed itself much earlier for her, and so at four months she had formed quite the belly. She pulled on multiple dresses but found the majority would no longer be useful until her 9 months had passed. The door opened and Edward stepped inside looking to his wife who was standing quite naked in front of her wardrobe, struggling to find something to wear. Smiling, he approached her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck.

"I love this body" he said, looking at her in the mirror before him. "I love it for what it, by the grace of god, has made".

His hand touched her belly and she felt comforted by it. He was so excited. He often lay in bed at night kissing her, and tracing along her belly which was the manifestation of love they had for each other. Jane smiled as he bent down, kissed her belly and drew himself up to her level.

"And I love most of all the women who owns it. God, she does not even know a tenth of the love I have for her".

Jane, smiling, stood on her tip toes and kissed him gently. His hand ran gently up the small of her back and stopped at the back of the neck.

"I love you" she said softly, and a kiss on the forehead was his sweet reply.

"When you are dressed, come downstairs, there is something for you there".

As he walked towards the door Jane turned on him.

"You were hiding something from me"

He grinned

"I think you will forgive me when you see what it is", and with that, he was gone.