Beatrix hadn't even looked into the more dangerous avenues for solving her predicament. She couldn't consider that. Not only was it far too dangerous, she just couldn't bear to think of it. Whatever the scandal she might face, Bea found herself growing fond of the scandal's byproduct.
A child. She was having a child.
Certainly it would all be worth it in the end, if the child was healthy; it would simply be a matter of maintaining that. That was the thing that truly scared her. Social ruin was one thing. Being disowned was entirely another. Being disowned meant losing all access to her family, and the safety that came with them.
"I would be delighted," she accepted, offering him a slight, tight smile.
make the most of the turning tide
it just split what's left of the burning silence