“And then she said nothing else, for Henry put his arms around her and kissed her. Kissed her in such a way that she no longer felt plain, or conscious of her hair or the ink spot on her dress or anything but Henry, whom she had always loved. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks, and when he drew away, he touched her wet face wonderingly. "Really," he said. "You love me, too, Lottie?”

Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Henry's delight was infectious. He waltzed Charlotte across the room and then back again before suddenly stopping, horrified that waltzing might be bad for the baby and sat her down in the nearest chair. "Henry, I am perfectly capable of walking," Charlotte said indignantly. "Even of dancing." "My darling, you are indisposed! You must remain abed for the next eight months. Little Buford-" "I am not naming our child Bufurd." ”