Rookery ~ Assassin's Creed Syndicate

Chapter Fifty Four

For the first time in months, I woke up in the bed with Jacob beside me. Excitement and happiness rushed through me from the warmth of his body. I flipped over in bed, my face crashing into Jacob's chest. I smiled.

"Good morning." Jacob spoke, his voice deep and exhausted. He placed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"Mm. Morning." I hummed into him as his arms tightened around me. "So, how are you this fine day?"

"Much better to have you beside me."

"And you don't have to go to work today?" He shook his head. "Brilliant. I will make us something nice for lunch." I had checked the time on the clock in the corner of the room. It was almost noon, and we had slept in for rather a while. I started to get out of the bed and pulled a new blouse from the wardrobe. "And don't you dare just lay there watching me." He chuckled and also started to get himself dressed.

"What are you planning for lunch?"

"Well, I was thinking about just heating up some of the stew from dinner yesterday, but I suddenly feel the urge to cook something else. Possibly a pie or maybe just a nice selection of cooked vegetables. Oh, and I could get a fresh loaf of bread and make a soup from the vegetables!" I cheered excitedly, and turned once I had pulled my trousers on. Jacob was grinning at me. "What?"

"You get so excited over the silliest things."

"Soup is not silly, it is delicious." I sat to pull on my boots. "Besides, I will make it so amazing that you won't even realise that I made it." He pressed a warm kiss to my cheek.

"Alright. I'm going to the study to look over some of my notes. I should be done by the time you get back. I can help prepare some of the vegetables. I might go and get Elias to take him out for the day." I nodded with a wide smile.

"Keep him here for lunch. I would like him to be fed before you go out."

I shut the front door behind me but didn't lock it since Jacob was still inside. In my right hand, I held a small list with the ingredients to make the soup I wanted to make. Leeks, potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, bread. That was all I needed.

I visited the local weekend market. A few of the farmers there knew me quite well, as I often bought fresh vegetables for the boys' dinners. The man on the first stall, Harold, was one of the regular farmers there. He grew potatoes and carrots, and his wife often made bread using the flour she made from their wheat. He gave a massive smile when he spotted me and waved after wiping his flour coated hands on his apron.

"Mrs Frye, how do you fare this fine morning?" His thick beard waggled when he spoke.

"I fare well, thank you. How are you and your wife?"

"We are fantastic! I believe that Mabel now has just two months until we meet our baby." My eyes widened. "It is all very exciting."

"Well, if you need any baby clothes, you know that Jacob and I have things left over from out boys."