Chapter 49

I am huge. The past few months have seen me develop a pronounced waddle, painful hips and an obsession with cheese. The confinement is not helping matters. The longer I spend in my room feeling inactive the more my body aches with misery. Despite my size, I long to ride on a horse or feel the wind on my face. Stand at the top of a cliff face and inhale the sea air.

Anything to feel a dash of excitement. Instead I have surrendered like a prisoner to the same four walls.

I am full of anticipation for our child's arrival. Doctor Mathers has suggested the baby has rotated on cue. Their legs are very much kicking upwards, into my very lungs it would seem.

I have somehow managed to survive my heartache for Fitz, only the stress of Kitty has seen me through. I am concerned she is heading for a similar misery as a wife as myself.

Once the more eligible Viscount Clyde was engaged she set her aim on wealth alone. Looks, humour and affection were qualities she suddenly dismissed in her quest f