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her stomach and she was a woman known for having a strong
stomach.
    “T-the boys,” Elizabeth mumbled
absently, looking a little lost. “I’ve gotta make the boys
something to eat.”
    “They’ve already eaten,” Mrs. Brown
pointed out soothingly even as she did her best not to think about
exactly how much food the babies had gone through or the fact that
they would probably require a second dinner in another hour or
two.
    She’d raised a lot of children in her
lifetime, but none of them had been anything like the Bradford
twins. Not that she didn’t love them, because she did, probably
more than she should since one day they would grow up and wouldn’t
need her, but until that day came she was going to allow herself to
foolishly love those baby boys more than anything else on this
earth.
    It was probably the reason why she
pretended that some of the things that they did didn’t terrify her,
like the silent way they communicated when they planned something
out, the look they shared just before they did something that had
run off more than a few of the village girls that she’d been able
to convince to ignore the rumors that had spread through town like
wildfire about the twins and Robert’s insatiable appetite and work
for the Bradfords for a few hours a week, just to lighten the
workload on Elizabeth, who was determined to be the perfect mother
and wife.
    It wasn’t possible, not with a husband
like Robert and babies that could eat more than most men. A shiver
tore through her just at the thought of how much those boys could
put away. While most babies their age were just learning to sit up,
crawl and starting to make the switch to solid foods like porridge
and mashed vegetables, the Bradford boys were already the size of
two year olds and could put away more food in one sitting than all
her sons and nephews combined.
    Sometimes at night when she was in bed
and the house was quiet and the only thing that she had to keep her
company were her thoughts, it was a struggle not to grab her bag
and make a run for it, but the reminder that the twins were sweet
boys that adored her, and probably wouldn’t resort to eating her if
they had a really bad winter and ran out of food, kept her there.
She couldn’t imagine spending her days without the
Bradfords.
    With that being said…
    She really couldn’t imagine how
Elizabeth had lasted this long before she’d finally cracked under
the pressure of keeping up with the twins. They were cute, but very
demanding. Every hour, sometimes twice an hour those boys were
hunting their mother down, demanding to be fed and snuggled while
Elizabeth did her best to be the perfect wife, something that she
knew damn well that Robert didn’t expect or want.
    He only wanted Elizabeth…
    She would love to say that her own
husband had loved and adored her the way that Robert cherished
Elizabeth, but she couldn’t. Never once had Roger looked at her the
way that Robert looked at Elizabeth. She knew that he had grown to
care for her and had adored their children, but he never loved her,
not the way that Robert loved Elizabeth. She’d never seen a man
look at a woman the way that Robert looked at Elizabeth, like every
dream that he’d ever made had come true.
    It was something that made her smile
every time she saw it.
    She only wished that Elizabeth realized
just how much she meant to Robert and how little he actually cared
if things were perfect. As far as she could tell, the only thing
that he seemed to care about was that she was healthy and happy,
which at the moment was a problem…
    “I can make fresh ones,” Elizabeth
mumbled almost desperately, looking seconds away from passing out,
which again, was to be expected considering how hard she’d been
working over the last few month to make everything
perfect.
    “No, sweetie, that okay’s. I’m sure
that-”
    “Elizabeth?” Robert said brightly with
that smile that belonged solely to Elizabeth as he walked through
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