''Your grace, the baby is growing well.'' said a middle-aged woman in a simple dark blue gown with a stethoscope around her neck. She looked at the beautiful lady smiling at the baby bump that is very visible through the elegant gown.
''His excellency would be happy with the progress,'' the same woman added with a smile.
''I know,'' Isla chuckled, then her brows creased and her voice expressed her genuine concern, ''But I wish I could feel the baby kick.''
''You will, duchess. It's just a matter of time and place. For example, not coming out of your room or this floor is not be good for the baby. Amelia told me that you never leave the floor. I hope the duke and the second madam are not disturbing you?''
''No...I just don't want unnecessary trouble,'' Isla shook her head and put her hand on the bump. ''This little one is precious to me and I don't need the baby to be near that kind of father.''
