finished. There would be no lying him back down to sleep. She bundled her babe up in his blanket and walked out to the other room.
Giles quietly stared at a flaming fire, lost in his thoughts. He had found a nightshirt and hung his wet clothes around the room to dry. She could sense a stillness in him. He didn’t move upon their entrance nor did he say a word. He sat still, his face drawn, frowning.
“ You couldn’t sleep. You must be exhausted.” She moved Seth to her other arm. Giles gave her no response, but Seth, upon seeing his father, bounced his little body with utterings to gain attention.
Giles turned with a slight smile. He stood and reached for Seth. Hannah watched the two for a moment. Giles hadn ’t looked at her. She moved toward him as he sat with Seth.
“ What is the matter? Is something wrong? Has something happened?” Hannah questioned.
Giles kept his focus on Seth. “We need to get back. It is unfair to Martha and Elijah to leave them by themselves. It is too much work.”
“ I’m not going anywhere,” Hannah stated firmly. The whole of his manner irritated her beyond measure.
He turned from the baby so he looked straight at her. “It wasn’t a question.”
“ No.” She refused. “I gave my word to Alice. She is fearful the British will try to confiscate all her property if left unattended. I can’t abandon it after I told her I would stay.”
Her eyes fixed on her husband. He rose to his feet with Seth and looked out the window into the darkness. For a long moment, there was no movement, no sound in the room, only the shadows flickering in the firelight.
“ Are you angry with me, Giles?” she said in a low tone. “I had thought after—”
“ It was my weakness, Hannah. I’m sorry,” he cut her short and moved farther away from her.
“ What? Are you talking about…” She paused. He turned his back to her.
Hannah covered her mouth with her hand. Oh, Good Lord, he regrets marrying me. She asked him coldly, “Are you sorry for making love to me?”
Her anger rose. She walked determinedly in front of him. “Tell me, Giles, do you regret marrying me?”
He gave her no answer to her question. Instead, he said dryly, “Pack. I’m not saying it again. We leave with the sun.”
She froze in her spot. His words triggered her ire. Uncontrollably, she exploded, “So you do regret marrying me!”
In a single motion, Hannah whisked her child from his arms. She stood before him, trying to contain her rage. Her eyes seethed. “I will pack but it won’t be for Setauket. I’m going home. Back to Virginia!”
She bounded down the hall and took refuge in the only other room. She slammed the door. She tried to place Seth down on the bed, but the baby would have none of it: he clung tightly to her, bawled loudly. She ignored his cries and propped him up on the pillow.
Slowly, the door opened. Hannah flung the closest object she could grab , a book sitting on the side table. Giles ducked. Seth wailed louder. Hannah joined him in the next breath, sitting woefully down upon the bed.
Giles tentatively moved into the room. He knelt down and took her hands away from her tear-stained face. “Calm yourself, Hannah. I said I was sorry. I won’t touch you again.”
She jerked her hands away and pushed him back. “How dare you!” she cried. “How can you say such to me? Why did you marry me if you are so ashamed of me? You feel some misplaced guilt about me. So you sacrifice yourself for my son so he won’t know what his mother was!”
Seth screamed. Hannah picked him up and hugged him close to her. She clutched her son tightly as she choked back tears.
When she calmed, Giles sat down beside her. “Hannah,” he said in a soft manner.
Hannah attempted to rise, but he placed his hand gently on her shoulder. Seth ’s wails turned to sniffling cries. His hand went to her face and brought it up to meet his eyes. “What are you rambling about? I don’t think of you in that
Eleanor Coerr, Ronald Himler