Will!
Her husband was bound to try to come home eventually, it had been over a week now, and there way no way he had took enough clothes to last him that long. So, that meant all Anneliese had to do was wait for him to come knocking, and then slam the door in his face. Yes, she was waiting for exactly that. No new clothes, not even a step into the house. Nope, nothing. She had reaffirmed this to herself over and over again during the past week, every day letting her anger grow more and more to the point where she didn't even need to think about what had actually happened to get angry, just thinking about how angry she was was enough to get her going. So, yes! She was eagerly waiting.

Well--- maybe not eagerly waiting in the angry sense she wished she could focus on, because apart of her actually missed Will: him not being home meant not talking nor seeing him, leaving the house completely empty which made it increasingly harder to stay mad at every single moment. Of course she missed him, everything in the house was a reminder of him and-- for Merlin's sake, she was going to pop any minute with his baby, if that didn't remind her of him then she didn't know what else would. So, she was---

No. She was angry. Very angry. He didn't trust her judgement for her own son, he thought she was going to be irresponsible with Henry, he believed that she was a horrible mother already. What kind of--- how could he say that? She had more experience in the matter than he did, she had been watching over Aidan for years now! Well--- not as much now since he was much taller and smarter, but the point was she had read all the books and talked to all his sisters at any chance she could get to be ready for this and--- she had never doubted for a moment that he wouldn't be a good enough father, so how was that fair?

Tears began to spring in her eyes as she continued to put away the dinner dishes one at a time. Emmeline had just left, leaving with Anneliese little to do but either read, go to sleep, or try and wait up to see if Will would actually attempt coming home. Wiping her face (and her back hurt so much!), she decided to just clean the dishes. One step at a time. The next would be to get herself to stop crying, though that would be much more of an effort now that she had started.