Irene listened to Sam, hearing a note of frustration or perhaps tension in his voice.  She gave him her eyes as he spoke, settling next to her on the edge of the bath.<br/><br/>She grinned at him, taking command. Or thinking he was taking command.  She smiled demurly and accepted his concern for what it was.  "I do see your point, Sam.  And, let's leave it at that for now.  Now, what I meant about being surprised you were here is that you seemed too good to be true.  I half expected to wake from a dream and find myself alone, Sam.  Don't expect the worst," she chided.<br/><br/>"Now, Sam, I only brought the first two buckets of water.  The staff will be bringing a lot more.  I got our request in early, so we'll have plenty.  But, you might want to put some trousers on before they get here," she said, eyes smiling as she tried to keep a sober expression.<br/><br/>She got to her feet.  "And, if I'm pregnant, then I'm pregnant.  Women bring babies into the world every damned day.  And, they don't stop moving about doing what's required because they<em>might</em>be expecting.  So, we'll just wait and see."  She made it to the door before she allowed herself to think about what Sam had said about money and setting her up.  "We'll be married to your satisfaction, Sam.  Not so I have an income if you get yourself killed, but because we love each other.  And, if you get yourself killed, I'm likely to be angry enough that, once I follow, I'll hunt you down and slap your ghostly self sillier than this whole conversation."  She gave him a long look, then hurried to get the door as footsteps of the water bearers could be heard.