A family portrait for the room, Daniel nodded thoughtfully. He had no issue commissioning a painting of them. But something she said caught his attention, the deliberate usage of spring, late spring. And family. She hardly ever used family to describe them.

“Late spring?” Daniel echoed, the realization clicking into place and his eyes widening. The last time they had talked of children Freya had been upset, now Daniel didn’t wish to get her hopes up by pressing her on his suspicions but he couldn’t help but try to frame the question.

“Are you? Will there?” Apparently the ever eloquent Daniel Selwyn could not find the words to even ask his wife if he would finally have an heir. “Truly?” He finally looked at her in some small amount of amazement, although perhaps he was imagining the whole thing and his words would only serve to upset her. Daniel was a bloody fool if that were the case.