He was so ashamed. Upset with everyone and himself for letting it happen. When the Braithwaites took Jack, they took you too. Only now did he just get you back. Got you back from Bronte in Saint Denis. Not a single scratch on you, thank God, but he still felt terrible. He let his wife get taken, is how he saw it. Not just his wife, but the mother of his child. You were just barely five months into the pregnancy. Ever since he, John, and Dutch got both you and Jack back, he hasn't stopped with his constant apologizing.

It was just you and him in his room at Shady Belle. He was placing the most delicate kisses on your stomach as you sat up in bed, soft murmurs of the word "sorry," leaving his mouth.

"I'm a fool. You could've gotten killed. And where was I? God knows where..." He mumbled, beating himself up about the fact that he was nowhere near Clemens Point when you and Jack were taken, "I'm sorry."