Gilded Bay When the bones are good, the rest don't matter

She was in no way sure.  She was old... the birth would be hard, the pregnancy likely a mistake.  But even while her mind knew this, her body ached for it, and the disappointment that bit when she'd thought her chance past meant she knew she'd regret allowing the year to pass.  She was not sure, but she knew the choice was made.

Are you? She asked, and with a smile she came closer, with a familiarity and sureness that was both a product of the season and their past conversations.  Rosencrantz was not a lover, per say, but he was no stranger either.  Despite his face (could she talk?) he was attractive, and it wasn't only instincts that drew her to him.  This wouldn't be unpleasant.

She had no expectations of him as a father... but she left his role open, unlike before.  So whatever thoughts he might have, whatever doubts, she allowed him.  If he had changed his mind, she would not hold a grudge.