“I hope I can teach my children to love music as much as I do,” Annabelle commented absently, running her fingers over a child sized violin.
Colin stopped short, ladies weren’t meant to mention children, even when they had them. Hearing Annabelle speak of her future children so casually was sending up so many red flags as to make his mind look festive.
“You want children?” Colin choked out. Not many of his friends actually wanted children, an heir yes. But that wasn’t the same the thing.
“Of course, who doesn’t?” Annabelle answered with a smile.
They had reached the piano now and Colin felt like his cravat was tied too tightly. He cleared his throat and leaned against the nearest instrument.