She hadn't meant guest room, although she wasn't sure how to verbalize what she wanted, either. Because mostly what she wanted was time, but there was a fear, in turning something into a nursery. When they'd nearly been in trouble, when she hadn't known, when she had wanted to not be pregnant so desperately that an attack from a troll had nearly been welcome — well. If they made this room a nursery, and then it took a while, or then she couldn't — having a nursery ready would feel like a punishment.

But there was the look on Alfred's face, and Zelda's heart in her throat, and the office. "That's not what I meant," she said, quiet and a little frantic, but she turned towards Caroline after — anything that didn't have her looking at Alfred's face, or at the blank walls behind him.

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