She felt shy, which wasn't something that ever occurred in the presence of her husband. Bess pressed her lips together as she tried to figure out how to word what she was feeling in a way that wouldn't completely ruin their night. Not that she thought that her feelings were wrong or would upset Drystan. It was because she felt so indecisive about everything that it made her feelings more complicated than they were. Bess had been so fine with staying with the children earlier in the year, what had changed her mind?
"I wish I knew," she said truthfully, letting out a soft laugh, "Some days I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing than being home with our children, and then there are days that---" Bess had to find a way to make 'running away' sound eloquent and not at all as terrible as it sounded, she didn't feel like that, "---that I think I could be doing so much more but I can't."
Stuck? She was stuck. "I don't have the N.E.W.T.s, I don't have the time, it---" Penny's journey back to Hogwarts to sit her exams had struck a chord with Bess; it felt as if she had nothing to show for her seven years of hard work at school other than she could make beautiful children. She was so much more than that!
Her shoulders slumped. There were people who hadn't made it a few years out of Hogwarts before the war had taken their lives, and here she was, complaining about hers.
"I'm whining about the beautiful life I have," Bess said with a shake of her head. Her cheeks reddened and she looked away from Drystan, "it's pathetic. I just need a hobby."
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