I was playing with the children on the back lawn, when Oliver came home.  He surprised me when he ran to me with a big smile on his face and pulled me into him.  He kissed me, twirled me around, and was laughing like he has gone mad.

"It's over!  We won, Naomi!  Lee surrendered to Grant!  The war is officially over, and we can go home!" 

My heart dropped for just a moment.  "There's so many bad memories.  I'm not sure how I feel.  We've been so happy here and.."  I didn't finish.

"What?" 

"I'm with child again."

"You're with what?  Another?" He kissed me with so much joy, I had to laugh. He pulled back.  "This very well could be one of the best days of my life!"  He picked me up bridal style and swung me around. 

"Oliver stop!"  He stopped and looked at me.  "I may get sick if you don't calm down." 

"I'm sorry.  He pecked my lips over and over again, and I tried to turn my head.  He was making me laugh too hard.

"Everything will be great at home, I promise!  Mae and Patrick will be so happy to see you, and what about your brothers and mother?  Jeremiah can come visit, and I can bring our ships home.  I'll change anything that makes you live bad memories.  I'll build us a new home, and you can even help design it if it helps.  The kids will get to grow up with Mae and Patricks children and...."  I placed my finger over his mouth.  "It will be great, I'm sure." 

"I'll start making arrangements in the morning.  Claire, please take care of the children. Mrs. Westlake and I have some business to attend." 

"We do?" 

"Oh, we do!"  He wiggled his eyebrows and I just laughed.  He ran up to our chambers with me still in his arms. 

"I have something for you.  Wait right here."  He said.  I've not seen this extra happy, chipper mood of his. The war ending is enough to throw him over the moon.  Maybe I should have waited to tell him about this pregnancy.  I'm just not looking forward to the long sea trip and morning sickness. 

He came in and set down a large trunk, then came back with another one. "What are you doing?" 

"Spoiling my wife.  Mothers designer has kept your measurements, and I requested a few specialty items."  He looked much to eager as he pointed at the trunks.  "Open them." He insisted.

I opened the first box, and I was now completely confused.  "Trousers?  I don't think you'll fit." 

He smiled.  "They're women's riding trousers.  There's blouses to match, and you don't have to wear all the layers when riding.  There's boots also in the bottom.  Open the other one." 

"Wait, there must be ten pairs or more."  He nodded.

"I'm aware, he's been working on them for quite some time.  They were shipped, and I just received them today."  I can't believe I have riding trousers, this is wonderful.

I opened the second larger trunk, and gasped.  "See, it's the new style in France.  The dress isn't bulky in the front and more form fitting, but there's a longer back.  All with overcoats and blouses, but let's pull these out so you can see what's in the bottom." 

I saw lace, corsets, and some things even I couldn't identify.

"These are silk stocking that hook to your corset because those dresses aren't very long.  You'll be showing off those beautiful ankles of yours."  He wiggled his eyebrows again. 

I laughed.  "My ankles will soon be swollen and ugly." 

"Nothing on my wife is ever ugly."  He dropped the stockings and reached back in, and I had to wonder where my shy, stone cold husband went, and when was he replaced with this child?

He pulled out a small corset.  "What's that?"  I laughed.  "Elizabeth is much too young for a corset."  I teased and he furrowed his eyebrows.  "Please do not mention her name and corset together."  He shook his head. 

"This my lady, is a short corset for you so it supports your... your.."

"My breasts?" 

He nodded and put it back in the trunk. "I'll let you figure that one out." 

"What is this doing in here?"  I asked, and he gave me a big grin.  "That's for our quiet time, and you better not wear it outside of our chambers." 

I laughed.  When father once took me into Cincinnati, I saw something very similar in a print at one of their fancy stores. 

"This is a burlesque dress, Mr. Westgate."  I held it up on one finger and rested my hand on my hip.

"That is for mother and daddy time."  He stepped closer and pulled me into him.  "Which we seem to have right now."  He started kissing my neck.  "Mr. Westlake, are you ever not thinking about mother, daddy time?" 

"Never!"  he replied as he grabbed my breasts.  "No corset again, Mrs. Westlake?"  He unbuttoned my lace collar.  "I like to feel free."  I breathed out. I'm afraid my appetite is just as bad as my husbands. 

"I want you to be free too."  He tore my blouse open.  "You've still not sewn the buttons on the last one you promised to fix."  He chuckled. "I don't sew." 

Ever since I got my first riding skirt, I've fancied skirts and blouses over stuffy dresses.  It takes me ages to get dressed, and that's with Claire's help, but it only takes moments for Oliver to undress me. 

He backed me into our bedroom wall and made love to me standing.  My leg wrapped around his waist for the duration, and I love every single moment.

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