Posted on: 2012-08-24
It was the coldest night of the year thus far. Anne lay on the settee near the fire, seeking warmth. Earlier that evening she played the pianoforte while surrounded by the merriment of the Musgroves, their relatives from Winthrop, the Crofts, and Captain Wentworth as they danced around the room. To be finally alone with her thoughts was both a
blessing and a torture.
As she drifted off to sleep she felt a sudden draft of cold air as the fire dwindled. Now fully awake, she felt the harshness of the cold air around her. She retreated to her bed and pulled the covers close, hoping to feel warm again.
It was the coldest night of the year thus far. Anne lay on the settee near the fire, seeking warmth. Earlier that evening she played the pianoforte while surrounded by the merriment of the Musgroves, their relatives from Winthrop, and the Crofts as they danced around the room.
As she drifted off to sleep she felt a sudden draft of cold air as the fire dwindled. She suddenly felt a warmth as she was picked up and moved from the settee to the cold bed. As she curled up to seek the meager warmth she lost she felt greater warmth envelop her, holding her close. She sighed as the greater warmth pressed against her and a hand moved to rest against her rapidly swelling stomach. A kiss drifted against her cheek. She relaxed. All was well.