The week that passed had been fun. She was slipping into the role of a mother, even if she hadn't birthed Rose Anne, quite easily and often times she found herself thinking that her little family, including William, was perfect.  A few times her father had approached her and teased that the other man kept looking at her backside. Keziah was mortified the first time her father had brought it up but it soon turned into playful teasing and it made Keziah more aware of the lingering eyes. 
Aside from that the past week had been good to Rose Anne. She was eating well and Keziah thought she'd put on a little weight. It was quite heartwarming to see her grow. Currently with Keziah outside taking down the last bits of laundry on the line, Rose Anne was sleeping in her little basket bed. Her grandfather was working on a proper bed for her between his duties on their farm. 

The fading sun cast an orange glow to everything and for a moment she worried that the blankets were stained. It seemed like there was always something to do around here and she'd never get a break but being kept busy gave her a means of keeping her mind off of things. She was ashamed to admit it but often times she woke in the middle of the night wondering if William would mind if she kissed him again. It was improper, something that she shouldn't have been thinking about. Keziah sighed to herself and began to fold the blanket once it was down from the line. She kept at her task even when footsteps drew near. No doubt it was her father coming to - the voice that spoke wasn't her father's. When he brought up the kiss, her face flushed pink and she resumed folding the blanket, having stopped when she thought it was her father coming to harass her about the Hessian.

When he continued further, even telling her that he loved her, she turned around and looked at him shyly, the blanket clutched tightly in her arms. "I..." Keziah was a bit embarrassed by this. It wasn't so much that she didn't fancy him, it was just unexpectedly bold. "I want you in that way too...but...William. I was married five years ago and..." she blinked away her tears. Charlie wouldn't have wanted her to cry. He would have teased her about it actually. ("Only Keziah would cry when a man said they loved her.") 
"I'm scared." She admitted. "My husband died less than two months into our marriage and even to this day I think I was being punished for taking him into my bed before we were man and wife." 

It was a silly fear but it was still strong enough to keep her from acting on her impulses. Yes, she'd always been taught that she should only bare herself to her husband but she'd also been taught to shoot a musket (even if they were a bit heavy). Keziah realized that she'd never approached the topic of love. She did like him, and perhaps those feelings ran a little deeper than that, but was she really in love with him? Keziah didn't know. 
"Will you..." she looked down at the ground, suddenly afraid that he'd get angry and leave. "Will you wait...please? Just for a little while longer" Five years ago wasn't that long ago, and she certainly didn't want to be punished again for bringing another man into her bed because they hadn't been married. Keziah didn't want to force him into a marriage, even if his awkward offer likely still stood.