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[For Thomas] [Young Couple AU] Time of Discovery

Anne wandered the halls of Allington. She had spent all her life at Hever Castle, knowing all the secret places she could go there to be alone. But Anne had no knowledge of such places in Allington. Not that she needed solitude as often, but lately she found her mind wandering, busy with thoughts. She would have liked to have a place of her own in this castle, her new home. Small, out of the way; someplace where she could clear her head. Surely Thomas must know of some such places – this was his childhood home, after all. So she sought out her beloved husband.

Anne’s mind had been preoccupied with curious thoughts lately. Her monthly bleeding had not yet come, and had been due some time ago. Anne paid it little mind, at least at first.
But the headaches she’d been plagued with were the worst – impossible to ignore. They appeared at random, and were so bothersome that Anne could barely stand hardly any noise at all when they afflicted her. A sound as soft as the scratching of Thomas’s quill on paper could drive her to near-madness, though she did not say so aloud. So intense were her headaches in the mornings that they drove Anne to feel nauseous.

But she wasn’t afflicted with such feelings now, and suddenly as she wandered Anne found herself hungry. Well, not hungry really – craving, was the word.

Anne wanted apples.

Well, she had been wanting them a lot lately. It seemed that no other food could appease her. For three days this week she had turned away her dessert in favor of an apple or two, on one occasion three. Each time the desire for the fruit was so overwhelming she thought she’d go mad or fall ill if she didn’t get her hands on at least one.

Abandoning her search for Thomas, Anne made her way to the kitchens and had the good fortune of finding a basket full of the fruit she sought. Anne plucked one from the basket and eagerly devoured it, greedily licking the juice from her fingers and tossing the core into a basket of scraps.

But her belly wasn’t satisfied.

So Anne took another, and devoured it with a bit less vigor than the first. Still, she wanted more. Not wanting to stand in the kitchen all day, Anne took two apples and left the room, taking again to wandering the halls. Gripping an apple in each hand, Anne bit into one as she walked. Then it occurred to her. This was very familiar.

Anne had seen this behavior in women of the French court. Certain women. The headaches, the nausea, the lack of bleeding, the cravings. All that was missing was the tell-tale sign of a swollen belly.

Could it be? Was she with child?

Suddenly worried, Anne sought Thomas out, peeking into rooms as she passed by, inquiring of the servants until she found him in the library. Almost immediately she felt a bit more at peace, more relaxed, just seeing his face. So what if she was indeed with child? Wasn’t that good news? It meant that she was doing her wifely duty in providing a child, hopefully a son, to carry on the family legacy.

With a smile she took another bite of her apple approached his chair without a word. Anne set the unbitten apple down on the table, keeping the other in her hand to continue nibbling at it with a smile.

“Husband,” she nodded her head in greeting. “Have you a moment?”

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"Well, you know Mary, she keeps her facade. I have yet to find out what she thinks. But I do know it's her duty to advance the Boleyn cause at court," George said, echoing his father's opinion more than trying to form his own.

Wyatt remained silent at first, thinking it wasn't his place to comment on Mary's situation. The king had his mistresses, everyone knew that. A woman could gain a thing or two by taking that position but she often also stood to lose something. Wyatt didn't think it was worth it, not when one could have happiness in a proper marriage.

So he diplomatically only said, "There are many ways to do that. Anne is still an honor to the Boleyns though she now goes by another name."

((OOC: Do we want to have Mary married to William Carey in this verse?))

Anne frowned at that. She swirled her mead in her glass and took a long sip before electing to reply to her brother.

"That was father's voice that just flew straight from London and out of your mouth, George," Anne glanced up at George with a hint of darkness in her gaze. "As a Boleyn, yes, her loyalty should lie with us, and she should want to advance the family - but not at the expense of her dignity."

Anne was glad for Thomas and his diplomatic skills. He kept her grounded, kept her from getting too upset with her brother. He was indeed young still, though she was not much older to boast.

((ooc: Hmmm...I'd say so, yes - there's no real advantage to having them one way or the other, right? So might as well just go with how it happened?))

"As his heir, I am his voice," George replied a bit haughty, but he quickly softened his words. "She's firmly married like you, and will remain so. Whatever higher ambitious father has, they are effectively thwarted unless-." George winced, wondering what kind of match awaited him. He buried his face behind the goblet and drank slowly.

"We are happy of the ambitions your father had, aren't we?" Wyatt said turning to look at Anne. Thomas Boleyn hadn't gone wrong with the negotiations with Henry Wyatt.

"Shall we take a tour of the castle and show George what has been altered since his last visit?" he continued.

((OOC: Yep, sounds good.
Anne was hoping for a nook of her own. I found these images of Langley Castle. Allington is less grand but she could have a similar secluded window seat in one of the towers :)

http://www.amazinghousedesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/langley-castle-hotel-greenwich-room-window-seat.jpg
&
http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/04/83/d6/79/de-lucy-room-window-seat.jpg ))

Anne tipped her brow a bit, about to remark about George's lack of wit if he could only repeat their father's opinions. But she smirked as the realization dawned upon George that the very 'duty' he so easily thrust onto his sister was not so easily accepted himself. But she gave Thomas's hand a squeeze again.

"Immensely so, dearest," she replied with a smile. She could not imagine being the wife of anyone else. Anne could not imagine carrying anyone else's child.

But she nodded at the suggestion of taking a tour - it would also give them the chance to show George to his room for the week. Anne rose from her chair, with some difficulty thanks to her rounded belly.

Wyatt was quick to hook his arm with Anne's after she'd gotten on her feet. It wasn't so much for helping her but for loving her. Having George over served as a reminder of how good his life had become. He didn't look down on his friend for not being married, not at all. It had been wonderful to be a single man at court; to take part in jousting and games and travelling from one palace to another at Henry's whim. However, starting a family was very much to his liking, too. He was definitely ready for it.

"Come, let's walk through the gallery and you can see how Anne has helped to decorate it." There were some of her paintings, wall hangings and furniture to make it a very pretty walkway from one side of the castle to the other."

"I thought I would put you up in a room above the Stone Hall. Anne has her little sanctuary nearby."

((OOC: Feel free to imagine rooms as you like. And I'm okay with timeskipping to the evening at any point.))

Anne's cheeks flushed red at Wyatt's praise of her decorating the gallery. She glanced to George with a sheepish smile. "My husband is too kind, my pieces are hardly worth putting beside the lovely others that were hanging long before I got here."

But he was always speaking highly of her. Whenever Thomas talked about Anne it was only ever good things, praise and compliments of the highest caliber. She gave his arm a little squeeze, smiling her thanks and leaning into him a little more.

They showed George the gallery and to his room which the servants had just finished preparing for him. Dinner was served shortly thereafter - but after that Anne was feeling tired and retired quite early. She kissed George's cheek then kissed Thomas good night, letting the two of them have some time alone to themselves to bond like proper men if they so desired. Anne retired to the chambers she shared with Thomas, let the maids undress her and re-dress her into a sleeping gown. Then she settled into bed with a book of Virgil's poems and waited for Thomas.

Wyatt's father had pressed into his mind that positive words carry further and higher than negative ones. Anne made it easy to live by that rule and so he gladly praised her. And apparently George had ran out of snarky comments too - or he simply took his cues from Wyatt - for he didn't try to put down his sister's for the rest of the evening.

Margaret had gotten the habit of retiring at the same time as Anne, but the young men stayed up and played a game of backgammon. Betting was done with the aid of ale and laughter. Wyatt didn't want Anne to fall asleep before he'd come to bed so he wished George goodnight after just one round.

He walked in with a candle in hand and found her still awake and reading.

"You waited," he whispered smiling. Wyatt stretched his shoulders and arms before changing into a loose tunic for the night. Then he hopped into the bed and under the covers to snuggle close to her.

"Mm... he's not keeping you awake, is he?" he asked, his hand finding its usual place over her belly.

((ooc: Elizabethan Laws banned backgammon later in the century, Wikipedia tells me.))

Anne glanced up when she heard Thomas's voice. She smiled as she closed her book and set it on her bedside table. "Of course I waited," she replied.

She was propped up a bit against the headboard when he climbed into bed with her. At this point she could set a clock by his movements, knowing precisely how he was going to lie in bed and when his hand would move to caress over her belly. Some nights when one of her mood swings was in full effect she would yell at him, exasperated. But as it was tonight, Anne was happy and enjoyed his hand over her swollen belly. She brought one hand up to rest atop his as she smiled to him.

"No, he's been peaceful all evening-" though right when she said that, Anne felt a sharp movement inside her, which was likely strong enough that Thomas felt it too, considering how his hand was positioned. It startled her, and for a moment Anne went rigid, terrified that something might be wrong.

But then it happened again, softer this time, and Anne realized precisely what was happening, remembering her time with expectant women in France, and she smiled in amazement. "My God, Thomas he's kicking! Did you feel it, love?" Anne looked down to her belly before leaning over to kiss Thomas's cheek. "He heard his father's voice, no doubt."

((ooc: Ahhh, interesting!))

"Indeed, I felt it, dear. Both times." His smile spread wide as he sat up and moved down on the bed so that he could touch her better. His fingertips smoothed over the fabric of her nightgown.

"Amazing. Do you think he can hear?" Wyatt kissed her belly and lightly pressed his ear against it. "Do you hear me, son? We are waiting for you to be born though not quite yet. You have to grow bigger and stronger first."

He chuckled and lifted his head to look at Anne. Thankfully she was in an agreeable mood tonight so they could experience this together. Wyatt didn't want to see her storm out the room or order him to leave. Hopefully she could tolerate a bit of teasing as well.

"Little George...," he murmured, quite daringly perhaps, while his hands continued their gentle movements.

((ooc: Regarding your PM, we can have them cuddle for a while and then move forward to the baby being born))

Anne smiled and adjusted herself a bit so he could settle comfortably beside her. Her fingers ran over his head, stroking his hair lovingly. "Of course he can hear," she whispered softly, kissing the top of his head.

She smiled and closed her eyes, continuing to stroke his hair as he spoke to their baby. The gentle feeling of his fingers stroking her belly soothed her. She closed her eyes and just basked in the moment. When he mentioned the name thought, Anne lightly swatted the back of Thomas's head.

"Wrong. Try again," Anne sighed before continuing to stroke his hair. "He didn't kick that time, see? He doesn't like it either."

((ooc: Got it!! :) ))

He half-expected a slap so didn't mind it, especially since she continued to pet him afterwards.

"I don't know if- ah! Again," he gasped when there was a another soft kick inside of her. "He's protesting his mother striking his father."

Smiling, Wyatt shifted position so he could kiss her. Naturally that was part of his nightly ritual. He caressed her cheek and sank fingers into her hair. He made the kiss linger on, more chaste than passionate perhaps but none the less loving. Then he rested his head down again.

"We should think about names. Your brother was right in that everyone expects us to honour our parents, or their parents. So... Henry after my father, or Thomas after yours? Not to forget that your grandfather is also Thomas." The Duke of Norfolk wasn't easily forgotten and would probably show them respect for that name.

"But I wonder if naming him Thomas makes me seem self-centered. What would you prefer?"

((ooc: There will be a 2-part TV document about Anne and Henry here starting next week. This one, if I'm not mistaken:
http://www.historyextra.com/feature/henry-viii-and-anne-boleyn-suzannah-lipscomb-dispels-myths-about-lovers-who-changed-history ))

Anne chuckled at Thomas's explanation as to why the baby kicked again. She shook her head but kept her smile all the same. Anne loved feeling the baby kick, it was another sign that he was healthy and hopefully happy.

As he moved to kiss her she moved right along with him, returning the kiss and tipping her head to deepen it. Still her lips remained closed, but all the same passionate and loving. Just like each and every kiss they shared. Then she shifted again as he settled in his original position.

"I know we should," she sighed. She'd been contemplating names since she'd made the discovery. "Mmmm but all the names that have been suggested are so plain...everyone has them, it seems."

But all the same, it would be nice to honor their fathers. She nodded and softly ran her fingers down his back.

"Henry would be nice...I do want to pay homage to your father for all the kindness he's paid me," she replied softly. "However, for my son..."

Anne reached down and stroked her fingers over his cheek. "My son, the image of his father, I would like to see them share the name. And not because of my father, or my grandfather. For you, my love."

((ooc: OOH! Now that looks interesting and helpful - thanks for the tip! :) ))

Edited 2015-02-23 05:36 (UTC)

"Hmh, it's just a habit, I guess, to use the same names in the family. You're right, though, that there's not much variety. But we don't have to do like everyone else does, dear," he said, tilting his head up. He wanted Anne to be happy about the name chosen for their child.

At her suggestion of the name Henry, Wyatt smiled but when she continued, he bashfully closed his eyes and remained quiet. His hand on her belly stopped moving.

"You really think you'd like Thomas? Well and truly? I... could get used to it," he finally said and resumed stroking her. He was touched by her words more than he'd expected. "We do have to remember that it could be a girl, too. If she were, I woudn't love her less."

Anne shrugged her shoulders a bit. "I know we don't have to, but I can see why it is done. It is good to pay homage and respect to one's ancestors."

But that also meant that the pool of usable names was limited. She smiled as she continued stroking his golden curls. Anne closed her dark eyes as well, just basking in the moment. Basking in the warmth of the bed they shared, of his body as he rested against her, of the feeling of their child growing restless within her womb.

"Thomas Wyatt the Younger," Anne smiled as the name rolled right off her tongue like water. "Yes, I do quite like the sound of it. I'm certain he shall make himself different from the other Thomases of the world, if he's anything like his father."

His remark about having a girl made Anne pause, but her smile only grew. For so long she'd been told that when she married she'd have to give her husband a son. It was drilled into her head, into Mary's head, from the time they were able to speak. So to hear Thomas say that he would love a daughter just as much...Anne couldn't be more elated.

"As would I, my dearest heart," She replied. "A daughter with our combined wits? She'd set the world ablaze - but not necessarily in a bad way."

"Absolutely. A name makes not a man but the deeds he does." There was much he still needed to do to establish himself as a respected member of society. Dabbling with poetry was fine, as was showing his face at court every now and then. Being a husband and a father were noble tasks. But he hadn't done anything noteworthy yet. Perhaps that was something for his children to fulfill.

"Silly. Why would our children set the world ablaze in a bad way?" he laughed and kissed her.

***

Months passed and winter turned to spring. His lovely wife grew rounder and rounder by each day. There had already been a couple of occasions when Wyatt had rushed out of their bedroom to announce the start of her labour but they had been false alarms.

Elizabeth Boleyn had arrived a fortnight ago; the doctor and a local midwife had been informed. Wyatt was beyond anxious. Waiting was so hard. He took Anne outside to look at flowerbuds or sat with her by the window.

"Tell me when it begins," he urged for the umpteenth of times, as if she could keep it a secret.

If Anne had thought Thomas fussed and worried over her, his actions paled in comparison to her mother's. Ever since Elizabeth had arrived she had been more demanding and restrictive than Thomas had ever been. The way she worried and fussed, one would have thought that every little step and breath that Anne took put the baby in danger. It was a miracle that Elizabeth hadn't discovered them at the window, or she likely would have found some issue with that as well.

Anne had been uncomfortable all morning. Soft, aching pain in her belly had begun in the morning and had only grown stronger. But she fought it off, convinced it was her mother working her last nerve, or yet another false alarm.

She gave Thomas an analytical look. With a roll of her eyes she forced a smile. "Dearest heart, when it begins you shall be the second person to know," the first of course being Anne.

Anne trailed her fingers over her very swollen belly, which was very warm to the touch even through her gown. She could no longer wear her stiff bodice or corset with her belly so round as it was. But thank God for that, because the uncomfortable turning in her belly was difficult enough to endure. Her dark eyes glanced up after a moment.

"Thomas...call for my mother, will you please?" Anne's voice strained a bit as she adjusted her position, thinking the way she was sitting to be at fault for her discomfort.

His eyes flew open - as did his mouth.

"Now?!" Wyatt jumped up from the chair. He turned for the door, then back at her, unsure of if she really meant it. "I'll be right back. Stay," he ordered like she was a dog and rushed out.

And back in once more, leaning down and taking Anne's face between his hands. "I love you," he gasped and kissed her before finally finding his way through the castle to find both his mother and hers.

He followed the two women to his chamber although he knew already that he would not be allowed to stay with Anne if she really went into labour. Before that was confirmed, he was going to wait outside the door in case he was told to find the midwife.

Anne didn't have the strength to scold him when he commanded her to stay like a hound. She was too focused on the pain in her core that was steadily becoming more unbearable. Elizabeth Boleyn hustled back to their chambers when Thomas found her and approached Anne carefully.

"Child, what is it?" she asked her daughter.

"He's restless, mother- ah!!" Anne cried out sharply when she felt sharp pain radiate through her core, which made her double over.

"...Anne get into bed," Elizabeth commanded lowly in a voice that told Anne that she knew something and wasn't telling.

Reluctantly, and with help from her mother, Anne stood up. She barely made it a few steps before another sharp pain made Anne freeze and cry out in pain. Another false alarm? She was ready to curse this child for putting her through so much pain! But she failed to notice the fluid rush that broke from within her. Elizabeth's eyes flashed to Thomas. Her water had broken.

"Fetch the midwife, this time it's happening," Elizabeth exclaimed, helping Anne to the bed and sitting up beside her as she cried out in pain.

"Yes, mam." Wyatt dwadled not after the command. The midwife lived in a little hamlet at the edge of Lock Wood, not far from the castle at all. Wyatt ran all the way there.

"Ay, I have waited for you," the woman said smiling. "My son is working the fields. Go and tell him to fetch the doctor and I get my things ready in the meanwhile."

Wyatt nodded and did as told. The midwife was an older lady and her son already a grown man with his own family. He would ride to the doctor's home and ask where to find him. It was possible that he was far away, helping somebody else, for he took care of many families all around Kent. Wyatt did not want to think the doctor would not make it to Allington in time, but he'd been told a good midwife was often more valuable than a doctor.

"A first child often takes his time to come to this world," the midwife assured Wyatt as they walked towards Allington. She noticed how anxious he was and knew he would have liked to make her run if it had been possible. Eventually they reached the castle and Wyatt showed the woman a way to Anne.

"How is she doing?" he asked his mother.

"She's doing fine, my son. Go and talk to your father."

The whole time Thomas was gone Anne continued to cry out and scream as pain raked through her core. The only relief to be had was that this was it - it was actually happening...the baby was coming! Maids began scurrying in, cleaning up the fluid Anne had lost and bringing water to soothe her heated face. Elizabeth remained by her side the whole time.

Shortly after Wyatt and the midwife arrived at the castle, Thomas Boleyn burst through the front doors, barely waiting to be properly announced. He could hear Anne’s wailing already, as though he were right there in the birthing room with her. As the day drew near and the false alarms had occurred, Elizabeth had then sent word to Boleyn in London that Anne could have the baby any day, and that he should be there to receive his grandchild. Obeying his wife, Boleyn had come, and not a moment too soon.

He found Henry Wyatt first and they took a seat in the great hall to await the news. When Thomas joined them Boleyn would greet his son-in-law with a cheerful smile.

Anne meanwhile was writhing in pain, desperately trying to keep her wits to obey the commands of the midwife. There were several maids assisting the midwife, seated on her stool at the end of the bed. Elizabeth sat beside Anne, smoothing back her hair, stroking her forehead and whispering sweetness to her to keep her as calm as possible. Each push, each contraction ripped through Anne as a burning ache that seemed to get higher and higher each time. She was being stretched to her absolute limit, her body couldn’t take much more of this!

The only thing keeping her from completely losing her mind was the almond oil that the midwife had warmed for use during the ordeal. Its scent reminded Anne of Thomas and the sugared almonds he ate so often, which soothed her and kept her calmer than she would have been otherwise.

After hours that stretched on for an eternity, the midwife informed Anne that the head had been cleared – it was just a matter of the shoulders now. This was usually where complications arose – this was where some women needed to be cut with the midwife’s knife in order to let the baby out. Then came infections, or bleeding out, and death. Fear gripped Anne as she followed the midwife’s instructions, pushing when she needed to and catching her breath when she could. The midwife demanded another push – the strongest Anne could muster. Anne obeyed, and in a fluid rush, the pressure and pain were suddenly gone.

Elizabeth disappeared as Anne lay back against the pillows, exhausted and tended by the maids. Her thoughts were consumed by the desire to sleep.

Then came the sharp cry of an infant and Anne sat bolt upright, supported by two maids still by her side. The others were beginning to clear away the soiled linens to ensure that Anne didn’t develop an infection. She could see the midwife handing her baby over to Elizabeth. The infant had already been wrapped in swaddling clothes, thus Anne could not see the sex of her newborn. Weakly she reached out, unable to resist the wailing of her own baby.

“What is it? Mother? Mother, tell me!” Anne begged.

Elizabeth approached slowly, whispering to the baby and smiling. She settled on the bed beside Anne, handing the baby over before kissing her forehead.

“Well done, sweet Anne. You’ve had a son.”

Relief washed over Anne as she held her crying son in her arms. Elizabeth rose and left the room. Anne in the meanwhile rocked the baby back and forth, humming softly to him. This lessened his crying and made his mother smile.

Elizabeth had made her way downstairs – the men heard the baby crying and were stiffly staring as she approached. With a playful grin, crafty like her daughter, Elizabeth stepped up beside Thomas and nudged his shoulder.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go and see!” Elizabeth laughed, keeping her lips sealed as to the sex of the baby. Though she gave a look to the other men at the table that conveyed a clear enough message: That Thomas was to go up alone to see to his wife and child. There would be time enough for them later.

The midwife instructed Anne carefully, and said that she should move minimally, in case complications arose. But thankfully she hadn’t had to use her knife, so the risk of infection had been greatly reduced. Relieved, Anne thanked the midwife as the maids finished in the room and all left to let mother and child be alone. She continued rocking and singing softly to her newborn son, which seemed to calm his wailing. Anne brought her fingers up to gently touch the little hand that peeked out from the blankets, and nearly burst into joyous tears at the feeling of his fingers wrapping around hers.

Wyatt didn't have the patience to sit with the other men all that time. Every now and then he creeped behind their bedroom door and almost every time he was so troubled by Anne's wailing that he had to leave, pulling his hair.

His father offered him a drink though only one, saying that it was best to be sober when he finally got to see his child. Then suppertime came but there was still no baby. Wyatt barely ate a thing.

But finally - a faint cry that wasn't Anne's. Henry Wyatt and Thomas Boleyn cast a knowing look on each other; Wyatt's face lit up, too. It didn't even occur to him to ask Elizabeth if the child was a boy or a girl. Through the months they had referred to the baby as a boy out of habit, but he would welcome a girl as well.

Wyatt leaped up the stairs, two or three at a time. He knocked on the door but didn't wait for a response. With a slightly scared expression on his face he came in and stopped at the door to watch Anne sing.

She looked... weary and exhausted and wonderful and exalted. Angelic. And she was holding a bundle that was their son.

Or was it a son? Wyatt stepped closer, curious to know. He could see the top of the baby's head and it was covered with soft dark hair. That made him immediately think the child was a daughter who had the looks of her mother. Nobody had told him that newborn babies' hair color often changed in the next six months or so.

He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled faintly. "I was worried. You cried. The baby... can I see?" He looked back and forth between the mother and child, not knowing if it was alright to touch her.

As Thomas entered, Anne looked up. Suddenly she was embarrassed – how haggard she must look! She knew that her face must still have been red and hot from her exertions, and that her hair was a mess. But it didn’t matter when it came right down to it. Nothing was going to spoil this.

“Well, bringing another human being into the world is difficult business," Anne replied softly, letting her finger brush against the baby's chubby little cheek.

Her dark eyes flashed up to him as he asked to see. "The very idea, a father asking permission to hold his own son," Anne teased him, looking down at the baby to address him. "What are we to do with him, hm?"

But Anne smiled up at Thomas after a minute, holding up her arms to offer the baby to him. The baby didn't seem too happy about being moved and fussed a bit, but didn't wail like he had before. Anne's eyes moved to catch his gaze, just to reiterate:

"My love, we have a son."

Wyatt missed the first time she said 'son', being too occupied with the thought that he actually had a child now. She had created and carried that little person with minimal help from him. He also felt like he had entered a secret world of motherhood instead of his usual bedroom and here, he needed her permission to hold the baby.

Which was a favor he got. With almost shaking hands, Wyatt took the child from Anne. He shushed at the weak expression of displeasure the baby expressed for being handed over from the beloved mother. We have a son. And then he finally got it!

"A son? We have a son?" A smile beamed across Wyatt's face as he traced the line of the boy's forehead that was visible from under the cloth he had been tightly wrapped in. The little mouth puckered up.

"I so thought- Hmm, a daughter like her mother would have pleased me too, but I am happy to have a son. And you, are you the most happy now?"

Edited 2015-02-27 20:27 (UTC)

Anne smiled, watching Thomas hold and look upon their newborn. Then as the realization hit him she couldn't help laughing softly. She was absolutely aglow with pride and new motherhood. Anne glanced down to look upon the baby as Thomas held and touched him.

"A son, yes," Anne nodded, again tears puddled in her eyes as she was overwhelmed with joy. "I am indeed the most happy my love."

Anne leaned up and kissed Thomas on the cheek, nuzzling him a bit. "It's the greatest gift anyone's given me, thank you, my darling," with minimal help from him? She would not have conceived at all without Thomas! She glanced down at the baby and again brought a finger to his cheek. "So then...did we decide? Thomas Wyatt the Younger?"

Very carefully Wyatt repositioned the baby on his lap so that he could reach for Anne with one hand. He tugged a strand of messy hair behind her ear, then wiped those tears of happiness in the corner of her eye with his thumb.

"I think he's your gift to me, love. You made sure he grew healthy, and that you stayed strong enough to endure all that pain." He still shuddered to think of the screams he had heard.

As she asked about the name, Wyatt turned to look at the baby again. He had closed his eyes but every now and then a gurgling sound left his lips. That made Wyatt smile.

"Thomas... If that is the name you still prefer, that he shall be. Can I take him to see his grandfathers or should they be asked to come here?"

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