December 1st, 1892 - Zelfred's House

Orion had a wetnurse, of course, but she vacated his bedroom whenever Zelda had company. She'd taken Rowan up for tea after work, and took the squirming baby from his wetnurse's arm and settled him on her lap. He reached for the buttons of Zelda's dress but could not get a solid hold on them.

She used to see Rowan every day, or close to it. Now she saw Rowan — some weeks, when their schedules aligned. This felt different, too — like she was entertaining, or trying to, rather than just chatting with a friend. It had to keep being worth it for Rowan to visit her.

The Baby would be four months old this week. "He's started to laugh," Zelda informed Rowan, feeling a little like she was giving a book report. She did not have much else to report on; being a wife was different than the projects she'd maintained when she still worked in MA&C. "How's your week going?" Certainly Rowan had something of interest happening; Accidents & Catastrophes was always like this.

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