Conor  couldn't help the worry that flared at thinking about his wife being outside. He didn't want it to show on his face that he was worried for her as he knew it would worry Thomas. Inside however, he was concerned for his wife. He wanted to know what was going on, but knew she needed time. She'd tell him when she was ready. Conor was known for being the steady unhurried and calm type. Slow to anything really. He leaned back in his seat watching the interplay around him in quiet contemplation.<br/><br/>Conor rose when he saw his wife coming into the kitchen again. Feeling her hand slide into his he pulled her closer and slipped his other arm around her. Giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "No need to be sorry my love," he whispered into her ear. "You know I'll always be here for you no matter what, even if it's just to tell you I love you." He spoke softly so only she could hear him as he gave her a one armed hug and gently kissed her cheek. If there was one thing Conor didn't care about doing was displaying his love for his family. It was a sign of strength to his mind to show this tenderness to his wife. There was nothing he wouldn't do for those under this roof. They were his whole world and at it's centre was Thomas, Alexia and their new baby.<br/><br/>"I'll have my usual roast beaf and mustard for my sandwich with fresh garden greens," Conor said softly in answer to his son's question of what everyone wanted for their sandwiches. He was pretty easily known since that was his typical idea of a sandwich. Whatever green leaf like plant had been collected from the garden or greenhouse along with some roast beaf on a mustard laden bread. He couldn't help the large smile that spread across his face as he watched his boy petting their hands like he was making it solid. He just loved his son to no ends and it was little things like this that made Conor so proud of his son. That pride shun in his eyes as he kept watching his boy.<br/><br/>"Come on, it's time to saddle the horses," Conor said giving Thomas a chance to finish packing the basket before he walked over to the boy, picking him up in his strong arms before setting him on his shoulders.