"Here," Edmund said, gently helping her into her nightgown. "I'm sorry if they're a little wrinkled. Maybe … I should ask the maids to leave some of your clean clothes in my room. That way, you won't have to wear the same ones again."
Primrose and Edmund both turned their faces away at the same time.
Her cheeks were burning, completely red and hot. Honestly, it felt like Edmund had just asked her to come to his room more often … oh, how embarrassing.
"The… the baby won't appear right away, right?" Edmund said seriously, like he was discussing something that involved the kingdom's security. "So maybe we can—"
"I get it," Primrose cut him off before he could finish what was sure to be a very embarrassing sentence. "We can … do that again later."
Edmund clenched his fists tightly. His thoughts were immediately flooded with excitement, so loud it almost gave Primrose a headache. [My wife … my wife wants it too! She said she'll come to my room again later!]
