The baby kicked happily inside of me and I laughed about how much the baby must love to dance to Harry. He agreed as we headed up the stairs to bed; across the hall I heard Mary shut her door and hum the tune that had been playing downstairs - in my head I could picture her gliding around her room as if she were still with Mr Burke. I had never seen Mary as happy as she was when he was with her and I was happy to allow Mr Burke to court her - so was Harry. What with there being no trouble in London for ten years now all seemed at peace and people were beginning to forget the treacherous years in which London was haunted by both Hammond brothers. As Harry and I slid into bed together the baby kicked once again as if to say good night and I turned to my husband so that he could kiss me goodnight; blowing out the candle I turned onto my side and fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
Night my baby sweet dreams.