"Thank ye," she said almost tiredly, wishing that Angus would leave her alone. He probably wouldn't after the letter she was going to compose, despite the vehemence she felt in not wanting to go back to that pigheaded, insufferable bastard. How dare he think she would take him back after the way he had treated her?! She took Jacob away to her room to feed him and to take some time.

After she fed the boy, who was becoming chunky in the most delightful ways a baby could be, with his little folds and rolls, she paced the hall outside of her room. He was a happy child too, never fussy unless he wasn't feeling well or he was hungry. "I won't let him take ye from me either... nay... Ye're my little love." She paced her room with the boy in her arms, freshly bathed and swathed in a fresh nappy. She'd bathed too so as not to waste the water, and dressed in a clean smock.

She hummed as she rubbed at the babe's back in order to get him back to sleep before she was going to put him back in the basket in the kitchen so she could get back to work.