Authors: Jerusha Moors
“You know, she loves Ned. She asked when she was going to have a baby brother just like him.”
Aubrey chuckled. “Well, I am doing my best. If you can give me a few moments we can try again although she may end up with a baby sister. Would that be as satisfactory to Annabelle?”
“I believe that she would grow accustomed to a sister. But I think that you have already done your best, sir, and she will have a sibling sooner than she thinks.” Lucy turned her face to her pillow, suddenly shy as Aubrey tensed and sat up.
“Are you pregnant? I am to be a father again?” Aubrey shook his head. “I am just getting adjusted to the idea of a daughter and now another child.”
Lucy sat up with a frown. “Is that a problem? I am not sure yet but the signs….”
Aubrey interrupted, clasping her to him. “Problem? No, it is the best news. This time I can be with you and see our baby as he grows. Because I think it will be a boy! We dare not gainsay Annabelle.”
And so it was the first of three more children who grew and played among the green hills of Yorkshire.
Jerusha Moors lives in Portland, Maine, the land of lobster and pine trees. She grew up in Connecticut and retired north (it's nice along the coast in winter). She's a voracious reader and avid traveler - she loves to visit Great Britain and Ireland. Researching trips meant that she tries to learn as much about the area as possible and listen to great Celtic music. She's also a knitter and hiker/walker with two cats (the cats don't walk).
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