Sileas kissed him back as her arms went around him. All felt right now.

Wulfsen reluctantly broke off the kiss. "There is something though... We may have to move up the wedding. I have my father's blessing but if..."

"I'll have to find out how quickly Millie can make me a dress. I would really prefer to not be in rags for my wedding. And we'll need to see how quickly Aunt Aislyn can put together a dinner." Sileas of course didn't know Aislyn was under arrest.

"If you're showing and my father doesn't believe that the baby is mine he will withdraw his blessing, he may even try to keep me from marrying you." Wulfsen said, frowning. "Uh, Mrs Gerthrim is unwell."

"I need to find Millie and see how fast she can make a dress. If I buy one in Portside she'll have my head. She should be able to make something in a week. Shouldn't she?"

"I never had someone make me a dress before..." Wulfsen admitted.

"You've had clothing made before though. It shouldn't take longer to make a dress, right?"

"My clothes were less... fancy than a wedding dress." Wulfsen said.

"Fancy?" Sileas wrinkled her nose. "You don't know me at all if you think I want something fancy or fussy. I just want something special."

"Even a plain wedding dress would be fancier than anything I've ever worn." Wulfsen smiled.

"I have no clothing other than what I'm wearing. I would still have to have Millie create it." She lightly punched him in the shoulder. "I saw what you wore in your father's kingdom. You were well dressed, if not fancy. I would prefer you to not be a fop."

"I'm not a fop." Wulfsen blushed.

"I know you are not. But I am willing to wager you have a very nice suit in your belongings that will be suitable for being married. I, on the other hand, have a raggedy tunic and leggings with holes in them."

Wulfsen grinned. "I'd marry you in less."

Sileas laughed. "I think Mama and Papa might take exception to it though. After we're wed, I'm going to have to get some new clothing. I'll explain to Millie and hope she understands that I'm just picking up a few things and she can take care of the rest."

Wulfsen offered her his hand. "Come, let's see your cousin."

Sileas slipped her hand in his. "We should also find Oscar. I fear he is still raiding the kitchen. Difyr's already had to treat him for overeating, and that was after he did it prior."

"Poor boy." Wulfsen said.

"It's part of the course for a street kid. If you asked, I bet Yehudit could tell you some tales from when I first joined the family. Or Aunt Aislyn. The problem is, he keeps making himself sick."

"We had better find him before he makes himself sick again. Do you think he's in the kitchen? I didn't see him there a little while ago." Wulfsen said.

"I know Difyr took him to the healing room, but that's been a while. Who knows where he is by now. If I were him, I would be in the kitchen."

"Then let's try the kitchen first." Wulfsen said.

"If he left anything, I'll grab a basket of things to keep Questa and I fed over night. I'll have to put them really high up. He cleaned out the first basket I took." Sileas began heading for the keep.

Wulfsen quietly followed. It looked like their first child was going to be a challenge.

Sileas hadn't expected Oscar to be this much of a challenge. She had hope by being able to relate to him as a former street child, he would learn from her experiences as she shared them. It was not turning out to be the case.