Elizabeth expected little from marriage to a widower some twenty years her senior and in need of a housekeeper.
It was surprising, then, how kind he was and how gentle with her in their big bed. Elizabeth was content, even if she could never fill the place his first wife had in his heart.
The day she told him she was carrying his child he just smiled, and she wondered if he cared.
He never spoke of love, but employed a sturdy young women to help her around the house, and slept with one big hand on her burgeoning stomach.