Just how did he approach her or break the silence?
She took care of that for him. “It took me one entire day to sew one tiny baby napkin,” she said as she held one out to him, “but I made these all myself.”
“They’re perfect,” he said, not sure what to say. If he could just discern what she needed from him, he would give it. He didn’t know what else to do, never having had a lady in his life on a daily basis before now. He had his aunts, but he’d never lived with them. His mother died when he was a boy, so he had little memory of her. And the various mistresses he’d had over the years were no comparison to his lady wife.
“No. They’re not. I do horrible needlework. Even a blind woman can embroider better than I can.”
He sat on the rug next to her and gave the stitching a closer inspectio
