Hello all!

Hope you are all really well. It is getting into a busy time of year for me, but I am really excited for these upcoming chapters. This is a very long one, but there was lots I wanted to say, and lots of just Jane and Rochester. They are my favourite to write for.

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Within half an hour the Rochester's were rushing around their home trying to pack up the necessary items for their stay at the Franklin's. Mary had had her baby, and although there were no details given yet as to how she or the baby was, it had all had gone well and Jane and Edward were requested to come straight away.

Jane found herself feeling suddenly very flustered. She was trying to deal with a crying Henry and a disgruntled husband while trying to organise the servants while they were away. The large body of servants did not need to stay at the house, only Leah and John would keep the general routines, so Edward went downstairs to relay the news while Jane packed, assisted by Jenny and some of the other female servants.

"We've got this miss, you attend to little Henry"

"Thank you Jenny" Jane said gratefully, picking up her son, "He has not been so bad in so long. He must know something about our long carriage ride up ahead".

"You know miss" pipped up one of the young new servants "my grandmother always tol' me that it was better to take two carriages when travelling, for if a man become' frustrated with his wife and crying child, he would have nowhere to go but the roof".

Jane smiled, "Thank you Josie, but I am afraid I will need Mr Rochester's help. I have never visited another persons house before as a guest and I am not quite sure what to expect".

" 'ave you not ma'am?" Josie asked, her big eyes looking even wider then normal as she surveyed Jane.

"No, never".

"But you are lucky, aren't 'ya that this is the Franklin's you are going to see, and not a complete stranger".

Jenny sent Josie a look that was meant to show that she went too far, and spoke too much, but Jane was not bothered by this line of questioning in the slightest.

"I am very lucky, Josie. I do not think I would be able to make it with a newborn child in a house of people I was not familiar with. But, Mr Rochester says he will help me, and I have faith in his promise".

"Of course you do miss" Jenny said confidently, closing the trunk containing all of Henry's clothes, "Mr Rochester never makes promises he cannot keep, not even to us servants".

"He is a good man" Jane agreed, "But we shall see how good he is after this long carriage ride".

The girls giggled at the way Jane spoke so freely of her husband, and soon were gone in bringing the trunks downstairs.

Henry continued to cry, and Jane walked him up and down the halls, bouncing him in her arms and shushing him while she waited for Edward to reappear.

"I know darling" she said to him reassuringly, "I know. How can mommy help you?"

But nothing helped. Jane tried nursing him, changing him, burping him, but nothing worked. She finally laid him down on her bed and stood over him, massaging her temple in an effort to stop the pulsing headache in her head from becoming any worse. But Henry continued to cry, and servants continued to rush up and down the corridor, and Jane felt overwhelmed. When the door opened and Edward stepped in, he saw Jane and came to her side, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Let me look after him for a few minutes, I will walk him up and down the halls. I'm sorry, I took too long downstairs, I know you've been trying to get a lot done up here and Henry has just been crying".

Edward drew his wife close to him and pulled her into a close hug, kissing her temple.

"Thank you"

"Just take a moment to yourself" he said, picking Henry up off the bed, "I have him for a little while". He kissed her forehead sweetly before walking out of her room, the sounds of Henry's crying becoming more distant as they moved down the corridor.

Jane put her hand on her forehead. It surprised her that the deep inhale of air into her lungs felt so foreign and strange. She indeed must have been rushing around. Swinging her arms, she walked over to her nightstand and bathed her face in some cool water that was sitting there. It felt refreshing, almost relieving all of the pent up stress in her body. She gripped either side of the nightstand and sighed, letting her shoulders fall.

But when she finally felt a genuine sense of calm move through her there was another hard knock at the door but this time she only smiled and shook her head.

"Ms Rochester, your trunks have been loaded. You are all ready to go".

Jane walked over to the door and pulled it opened.

"Thank you, very much John".

"Enjoy yourself, ma'am" he said warmly, "This is a wonderful opportunity to have some space away from your familiar routine. Enjoy it while you can".

Jane touched his shoulder, smiling.

"Thank you. I am going to try my very best. You and Leah will have everything you need?"

"Yes, very much. Mr Rochester has left us with some extra money for perhaps some extra sugar so that the ladies in the kitchen may make a pie for us while you are away. It was very good of you ma'am, thank you".

Jane smiled, "You should have much more then pie as a thank you, but please enjoy it, and take time to relax too. There will not be much to do while we are gone, and you deserve a break as well. Do not go looking for projects while we are away".

"Very well ma'am" he grinned, "I shall make sure Leah receives your message too".

"Please do" Jane smiled.

At that moment, Edward came around the corner holding a fussing, but comparatively quiet, Henry. Jane smiled at them and took her husbands arm as they made their way downstairs.

"Ready?"

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The Franklin Estate was not far from the Rochester's home, especially in this time of year when summer was in full bloom and the roads were clear and dry. Half a days ride was the maximum the journey would take, and in such favourable conditions it was more likely to take a shorter time. Henry, to Jane and Edward's great surprise, fell asleep in the first few minutes and lay contentedly in his carrier on the seat next to Edward. But Henry was not the only tired one. Edward stared out of the carriage window, his usually talkative self dulled by the temptation of sleep. His eyelids were heavy, and he rested his head on the side of the carriage.

Jane didn't mind. In fact, she felt a little guilty for how tired her husband was. He was the type of man who was almost never tired, able to stay up late into the night and get up early with no side effects. But he had spent the previous night travelling, and then when he got home he and Jane had talked so that he was restless, and he did not sleep well until morning. She was contented to sit in silence and just watch the scenery roll past. Even such peaceful silence seemed like such a blessing to her now.

Left alone with her own thoughts for long periods of time, Jane often felt an old sense of insecurity start to sneak up on her. It was silly, she told herself. She was going to stay with her cousin and her cousins husband, not strangers. And yet the experience felt oddly foreign to her. She was reminded in moments such as these that she was still a servant in so many ways, and not the lady of a large house. She knew that when she stepped out of the carriage she would feel guilty that a fellow servant at the Franklin's house would take her trunk and bring it up to a bedroom that another servant would clean and attend to. The whole thing felt uncomfortable, for she wished she could just wave the servants off, take her own trunk and clean her own room so they did not have to wait on her.

Within her own house, Jane had the luxury of being able to choose almost everything for herself as she wanted it. This often meant that she did things for herself that society did not necessarily encourage ladies to do. Jane nursed her own son, for example, and did not hire a wet nurse. She and Edward had not hired a nanny for their child, but rather took care of him on their own. Jane helped in the kitchens when she could, or helped the servants when she was able, and left the planning of meals to the kitchen staff so they had a freedom to cook what they also wished to eat, not just what she and Edward wanted. To Jane these things felt natural, and it was all she had ever known as a lady, but now she was going to visit a house that was traditionally very rigid, and did not know what to expect.

As the carriage travelled further from the Rochester home and closer to the Franklin's, Jane noticed a change in scenery too. Where her own house was, the land was marked by overgrown shrubbery, tall grass, beautiful natural trails, and tall ancient trees that covered the ground in its shade. Here, the land seemed much more contained, and far more consciously groomed. The grass was cut very flat to the earth. Tree's were replaced by carefully manicured hedges, and the paths were carefully laid with not a stone out of place. There was no sense of nature here, but rather of tamed wilderness. The whole place felt oddly meddled with. Jane did not know if she was being cynical, but it seemed to be too cautious and self conscious here for her.

The carriage, after some time, hit a rough bump in the road and Edward hit his head when he rested it, jolting him awake. Seeing a place she could be useful, Jane moved onto the other side of the carriage and slipped between her husband and the carriage so he could rest his head on her instead. He looked back very sleepily at Henry who was still resting and then at Jane.

"He has slept this whole time?" he asked, his voice full of sleep.

"Mhm"

He nodded and put his head on Jane's shoulder, taking her hand in his.

"Thank you" he muttered, referring to his new and far more comfortable head rest. But Jane only resumed her observance of the passing scenery with the same enthusiastic interest.

. . . . . .

More time passed before Edward woke again, but this time he woke far more alert and refreshed. He opened his eyes to see his wife looking peacefully out of the window, her mind not absorbed in an unhappy or tormented way. Her mind was always turning, that much he would always be sure of. He loved her endlessly for it, for they always had things to talk about, or feelings to express to one another. He was blessed beyond words for her.

Edward drew himself away from his wife's comfortable shoulder and she slowly turned upon him. That smile of hers- knowing and curious, transparent and mysterious. He could have looked upon her face until the end of time and never have grown tired of it.

"Can I be honest with you?" she asked, somewhat unexpectedly.

"Mmm" he prompted, looking deep into her eyes.

"I am very glad you are awake now because now I don't have to feel guilty for waking you"

"And why would you be doing something like that?" he asked, grinning.

"Because I was becoming extremely bored"

"I know, I'm sorry, I was just so tired-"

"No, no. I don't mean you sleeping. I meant that I did not want to wake you up by reaching over and grabbing my book".

"Oh Jane, please tell me you are joking"

But, the book on the opposite side of the carriage left untouched was proof enough. Jane blushed slightly, and he could not help but feel much affection for his all too considerate wife.

"I brought that book because I thought you would genuinely enjoy it!"

"Well it doesn't matter any more anyways" she continued, her blush not subsiding, "I wish you would tell me something I want to know instead"

"I will tell you anything you wish"

"Very well. Why do you not like going to stay as a guest in someone else's home? I know you said before that it was because you did not like the people you were staying with, which is very understandable. But these are our friends, and yet you are still reluctant to go. I cannot feel a little bit guilty for putting you through it if you dislike it so much".

He sighed, putting his arm around Jane's shoulder.

"House parties remind me of trying to escape a house that at one time I was forced to keep. Staying at other peoples houses, or roaming the globe looking for a temporary abode was a way for me to forget what the reality of my life was. I have no desire to flee from any part of my life now. My home is an exceptionally happy place. Besides, staying in other people's homes mean that you are at the mercy of their plans and their schedules. There are almost always multiple outings held when one goes for a house visit- balls, dances, card game nights, and as guests we could not really refuse those invitations".

"Are you sure?" Jane asked, her heart sinking "I did not know that"

Edward nodded, "Then there is dealing with unfamiliar servants, unfamiliar acquaintances, constant socialisation. In ones own house you are free to excuse yourself, if there is a reason, from the general company. As visitors, we will be sitting in the company of all the guests every night, every meal, and for every social outing".

Jane reflected on this, feeling more dejected then she was willing to admit. But as Edward looked over at her he sighed and shook his head, his attitude changing instantly.

"I'm sorry" he said softly, "I am being overly negative, especially where this is your first time attending a house party. I simply have a lifetime of negative encounters to make me cynical of the general experience. But I forget that we are going to visit not only friends, but family. I enjoy the company of these people very much, and I know why it is important we go".

Jane took her husbands hand and looked into his face.

"I know. Thank you for doing this, and thank you for being my support in all of this".

"This isn't for you, darling" he corrected her, "Diana and Mary are my family too. I want to do what is right, and correcting old habits and feelings is not a bad thing, especially if the old feelings are negative ones. But I do swear to be your constant support".

Jane kissed his cheek, slumping back into her seat.

"You know how much I dislike balls" she began, somewhat amused at herself and somewhat genuinely distressed. "I did not think of it, but you may be very right. Franklin was talking of how much he enjoys a ball, and I have no doubt that he would wish for an occasion to show it...".

Edward grinned to himself, trying to shadow his face from Jane.

"What?" she asked.

"I like them too now, admittedly" he replied, "I like seeing you dressed up, and surprising everyone with your insights of life as you are continually surprise me. Since I have no fear of losing you to another man it is very enjoyable for me to be a husband that people envy".

"Edward Rochester!" Jane said, jabbing him in the arm, "That is terrible for you to say"

But he was only laughing, "I am being serious Jane. I am proud of you, and seeing you show people why is wonderful for me".

"I feel the same way about you. And before you interject to say some disparaging remark of yourself I am telling you right now that you are not aloud to".

He looked like he was about to speak, but his face froze in mid objection when Jane stopped him and then relaxed into a smile.

"I suppose then the ball will not be so horrible after all".

After a few more minutes of talking Henry woke up, though Jane was thankful he did not cry. He only wanted to be fed, and in the privacy of the carriage far removed from anyone's view, this was very easy. Edward's arm was still around Jane and rested on the opened window, his hand hanging out easily. Henry nursed as Jane touched his angel soft hair affectionately.

"Are you worried about having Henry with us?"

"Not at all. I do not think he will cry as much as he did the first few months. He has been good recently".

"I bet there will still be some confusion as to why we did not leave him with a nanny".

"Well that simply isn't an option for us" Edward said plainly, "And besides, Diana, her husband or Mary will be expecting it"

"Mmm" Jane agreed, "I only hope he sleeps through the night. I do not want him waking anyone, or worse the whole house"

"I do not think that will be a problem" Edward answered knowingly "The houses in the Franklin's neighbourhood are large enough that you could have an army of crying babies and those on the opposite end of the house would never hear".

"Have you been here before?" Jane asked curiously.

"Not in this particular county, no. But I once knew a young man who was from here who did enough bragging of himself to paint a very vivid image of wealth. it would make sense. Like Eshon, Franklin inherited this home from an elderly uncle who died several years ago. It was shut up until very recently, when Franklin retired from the navy and married Diana".

"Speaking of houses..." Jane began, looking with slight hesitation at her husband, "I have been thinking about why Mr Mason wished to speak to you so desperately, and why when I asked him to leave his address he simply wrote 'the same'. I am assuming that he has no family to leave his estate to seeing as he never married and his sister did not bare any children. Could it be that he wants you to take care of his estate when he passes away?"

Edward did not speak for a while. Henry stopped feeding, and while Jane was redressing herself Edward took Henry into his arms and rocked him comfortingly. When he answered her, his voice was full of genuine truth.

"In all honesty I have considered the matter for myself and although I do not wish for it to be true, it may be the case. The reason I think he did not tell you his intentions, apart from the obvious, is that if he simply wrote me as his successor in his will, there would be nothing I could do legally to free myself from the obligation. He did not need to impart his intention to you because the law would bind me to action, even if you did pass on such news".

"And what would that entail?"

"Travelling to Jamaica, for one. That cursed, blackened land that brought on all the misery in my life. It would take weeks I am sure, perhaps even months to do the work needed to separate the slaves from the plantation and to sell it off, and that is once I had travelled the immense difference. I have no desire to get caught up in such a mess. I hate the idea of slavery, I always have. I could not even bring myself to look upon the violence of a plantation when I was there, let alone sell of a fellow creature once his master has died to another. I could not do that, Jane".

"I know you could not do such a thing" she sympathised, "But then what? If you would be legally tied to the obligation, what could be done?"

"I am not sure yet" he answered a little sadly, "But to leave you and Henry... to travel all that way when it is so dangerous...that is also impossible. But I refuse to worry about what is to come until it does. As of right now, all of that could be wrong and we would be worrying for nothing".

"I am not worried" Jane smiled, "I know you. I know how you are willing to sacrifice much of yourself for us, but you are unwilling to sacrifice your family. We will find a way to deal with whatever comes, if it does".

He drew her towards him by grabbing her chin between his finger and thumb and kissed her lovingly. She deepened the kiss, moving towards him and wrapping her arm around his neck. He responded instantly and effortlessly, his skillfull mouth no match for her. As the kiss broke she sat back, smiling with slightly heavy eyes at him.

"Now look who is tired" he said, smiling slightly.

But with the announcement a few minutes later that they would be arriving on the property soon, Jane gained a fresh energy and sat up a little straighter.

"I am not coming apart, am I?" she asked, not able to see what she looked like after the long journey and breastfeeding in between.

"Far from it" was the honest reply, "You look beautiful, as always".

"Thank you. And as handsome as I think you always look your hair could use some attention" Jane said kindly, "Have you your pocket comb on you?"

He fished in his pocket and pulled it out, handing it to Jane willingly. From their position on the seat it was awkward for Jane to properly manoeuvre his hair around the comb, but the job she did sufficed and she was happy with her now presentable husband.

"Very good" she said, smiling at him.

"Jane Rochester?"

"Hm?"

"Have I told you today how much I love you?"

"Yes" she said, smiling.

"Then I will say it again. Ms Rochester, I love you".

"I love you, more and more every moment" she replied.

Jane did not always repeat that she loved him when he told her that he loved her, for she knew that her withholding it from him occasionally made it that much sweeter when she did say it. Jane had known from the moment they had become engaged that it was an all too true reality that they could easily sink into a bathos of sentiment in each others presence. Though it was near impossible, at times she teased him rather than pleased him and doted on him. She knew it balanced them out, and more importantly, she knew that he could be in no doubt of her constant and ever-growing affection, whether she teased him or not.

It was often on Jane's mind that having a new baby had the potential to instantly drive a wedge through less bonded couples. She could see it now far more clearly then when she did not have a child, for the demands placed on taking care of a baby were never-ending. Edward was always engaged as a father, always wanting to help and doing so without being prompted. Jane felt exceptionally lucky for this, but considered that for a women with a more traditionally detached husband, she may feel completely isolated and alone in the world. How easy would it be so spend all day with your child, attending to their needs, and crawl into bed at night so exhausted that no words would pass between her and her husband in a day. Overtime that routine would not simply be a non-communicative day, but the standard for life. Crawling into bed and saying nothing would be what was expected.

This life was immensely hard for Jane to picture for herself, but easy to imagine for so many women. When she expressed this to Edward she was always meet with a similar seemingly obvious response, that any good father and husband would never leave his wife in such a place. But Jane knew her husbands good and kind heart lead him to oversimplify and misunderstand, because to him the answer was simply painfully obvious.

. . .

Edward had been right. The houses here were huge, immaculately kept, and ancient establishments. The old drives leading to even older houses held every ounce of impressiveness but hardly any character or warmth. They were all built of a similar stone grey, with large powerful facades. Glittering lakes sometimes decorated the front of estates but more often it was a tall fountain at the head of the drive.

There was no movement here, no sign of life. Jane wondered how Diana had felt arriving here for the first time. It was so different from the little cottage she had once shared with her sister, and then with Jane- that house had been the only home the Rivers sisters had ever known. Though life was stark there in appearance, it was warm in truth. There was movement behind the rough exteriors, neighbours meet on the road to talk of life, children ran around them happily. Here, these homes held no sign of habitation- rather only held the acknowledgement of wealth and prominence.

Some half an hour later the driver announced loudly over the sound of the wheels on gravel that they had entered the Franklin's estate. Jane leaned forward expectantly to look out of the carriage window, her conversation with her husband distracting her from noticing much in terms of their new temporary home. Not to Jane's surprise, the Franklin house was similar in every way to the ones that surrounded it. The house was huge, elegant, and impressive standing on the base of a small incline the drive was set on. The cloudless sky hanging overhead was a cold steel grey stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Here we are" Edward said, taking Jane's hand, "Home, for a little while at least".

When the carriage pulled up in front of the house a distinguished looking man of perhaps fifty came out and opened the door, helping the travellers down onto the walk. Edward got out first and then turned to help his wife descend with Henry in her arms. Instantly there were a flurry of servants all dressed in the same immaculate uniform coming out to help unload the trunks. Jane stepped closer to her husband, a little surprised at the amount of attention they were receiving.

"You must be Mr Rochester" the butler said to Edward; he nodded politely,

"Indeed I am" he said, "This is my wife, Ms Jane Rochester and our son, Henry".

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance ma'am. Now if you will come this way I will have you shown to your rooms. Have you travelled a long distance? The roads were dry, I trust"

"A little less then half a day" Edward responded placing his guiding arm around Jane's waist, "Favourable roads made it a pleasant drive".

But Jane had the impression that the Butler was not listening for the answer to his question.

As they entered the foyer Jane's jaw nearly dropped. Though she was not particularly stirred or moved by wealth, the majesty of this home was undeniable.

The foyer was an immense space that was almost completely empty, apart from its heavy ornamentation. The very light sea foam green walls were heavily detailed with white mouldings depicting classical scenes from ancient Greece and Rome. Large inlays were cut out of the walls to house statues also depicting Greek and Roman hero's- swords drawn and lion-skin adorned. Large floor to ceiling columns were dotted around the outline of the room, and white marble balustrades wrapped around a winding staircase that lead upstairs. Thick wooden planks of a medium toned wood ran along the floor and yet the intricately moulded ceiling pulled ones eyes upwards. The craftsmanship of the room was impressive, but Jane could see no sign of habitation. Everything was perfectly in order, everything laid exactly in its proper place.

The butler continued to lead the Rochester's upstairs to their bedroom, revealing how expansive the house truly was. High windows meant that much light entered the upstairs gallery. Being white, the light bounced around the room so that one had the feeling they were being engulfed by some blaze of white fire. The light was not warm, but rather garish and striking. Jane found it oddly quiet here, and it was strange that there had been no greetings from her cousin or Captain Franklin. There was not even the noise of servants bustling about.

They were eventually brought into a room at the very end of the gallery and left to unpack their things before they were to be brought down to the rest of the party.

The bedroom they had been assigned was huge with a large domed ceiling that was highly decorated with angels sitting on the moon and amongst the stars. A very high bed was set in the middle of the room with heavy red curtains that fell around it. There were no windows in this room, but the walls were painted a dark forest green, matching the darkly star covered ceiling. The side tables were gold, as were bookshelves on which very few books rested. The fireplace was located in the very corner of the room, and if it were not summer Jane could be positive the sleeper in this room would freeze during the night- for its size was not proportionate with the sheer space of the room. An equally golden ornate crib had been placed in the room as well, which Jane considered was a very thoughtful addition for Henry.

Jane turned to look at Edward and immediately broke down into laughter. His face was screwed up in disbelief at the mural painted on the ceiling. As his eyes fell onto his laughing wife he shook his head, looking with great disdain at the ornate room that was so far from his own tastes.

"I thought I had lived a thousand lives, Jane, compared to some. Yet I can say with certainty that I have never slept in a bed with heavy red curtains draping it, nor with a golden headboard. I've also never slept under the watchful eye of- what are these meant to be, angels?".

Jane put her hand over her mouth, trying in vain to stifle her laughter.

"I'm serious!" he said, but he was smiling now.

. . .

After unpacking their things, which was narrated by Edward pointing out every obscenely decorated item in the room, Jane, Edward and Henry went downstairs to greet Diana and Captain Franklin. They were brought to a room on the first floor again off the large foyer, and inside sat Diana cross-stitching and Franklin looking out of the window expectantly. When footsteps were heard on the threshold they both turned to look at their company.

"Hello!" Diana called, springing out of her chair and running to greet them. Franklin's face stretched into a smile too, and he soon was at their side asking hurried questions of how the journey was, how Henry was doing, how they were. Jane felt very happy to be with her family again. She never thought she would grow tired of hearing her own mind pronounce that she had family to speak of.

"How is Mary?" Edward asked, passing Henry to Diana when she held out her arms for him.

"She is very well" Franklin answered, "The surgeon said she had an excellent delivery. It was a boy".

Jane beamed, "What is his name?"

"She has not named him yet, mostly she has been sleeping. We sent word for you right away, as soon as she went into labour, so she is still recovering. Our nurse, Megan, has been with the baby since".

"I am so relieved" Jane said, "I was worried her delivery would be difficult. I did not want to say too much of it in detail before to her, for I did not wish to frighten her".

"Well you would worry, wouldn't you Ms Jane?" Franklin asked happily, "I am sure you remember all too well what it was like to go through the process yourself".

Jane nodded, "Our darling Henry was worth it, but I do not think I shall forget it soon".

Diana and the Captain smiled a good-natured smile before Diana sighed happily,

"Well, we shall have plenty of help around here now, and much support for Mary. With Mary, me, you Jane, and Anne I do not think the baby will have time to sleep in a place that is not someone's arms".

"Anne?" Jane asked in confusion

"Oh yes!" the Captain said, "Rochester, I forgot to tell you that I invited your friend Eshton along. He told me upon departing from your home that he would be in London for a few weeks and Anne suggested stopping with the house party on the way back to see the new baby. I hope you do not mind".

"Of course I do not!" Edward said, a relieved gratitude detectable in his voice onto to Jane, "I think it wonderful".

"And" Diana rejoined, "That means that you, Jane Rochester, will have some time free from Henry to relax. There is much help here, and you work so hard. I am sure your husband would agree you need the break".

"My husband deserves an equal break" Jane answered honestly. Edward shot her a meaningful sideways glance.

"You shall both have it" Franklin said confidently, "While you are here as my guest you shall want for nothing. Speaking of, dinner is announced and I am too hungry to wait any longer".

Henry was handed back to Jane and they proceeded into the dining room happily.