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Act VIII Scene II
A Short Transitional One
Int. Morrissey Blvd. Boston Globe Hdqtrs.
October 20, 1990
Elizabeth finished the by-line of her article and rushed to hand it to Lou. He looked skeptically at her. This was ridiculous, he thought. She couldn't pull it off, it would be suicide. He read the article over and was very impressed. He guffawed at her, though. She had talent, good talent and a knack for words. But he would never let her know that.
She had discussed it with William, and he thought it a brilliant idea; although he did question her whether Lou would go for it, and so William and Elizabeth came together and wrote the article together. Which ended in a horrible fight when he wanted to use a word that she thought was ridiculous. He conceded naturally, to her. She reiterated that he dealt with money, whereas, she worked with words. He silenced her words with a kiss.
Elizabeth and William were still the darlings of the gossip columns in Boston and the New York Post even picked up on it. John F. Kennedy, Jr., called William personally to thank him for being so interesting of late. William told John he owed him and his fiancée a drink. When William told Elizabeth, she nearly swooned, but quickly got over it after he gave her an eloquent look.
Elizabeth looked to Lou. "So?"
"Well, give me time. It needs editing." He said irascibly.
"It does not need editing." She said, raising her voice.
"So now you're Miss high and mighty, because you are marrying Mr. rich man."
She came up to Lou and gave him a hug. "I have always been Miss high and mighty."
He nodded her off. "Well let me bring this to the publisher. Editorial page?"
She nodded her head, then called William. "It's all finished. Editorial page, tomorrow morning."
"I can't wait to see the reaction of the populous. Can we have lunch today?"
She thought about it and the silence on his end of the phone was deafening. "Well, Liz?"
"Hmmm.. Why?"
"Because it's an anniversary of sorts." He said cryptically. "And I really want to see you."
She laughed. "We see each other every day. Will, we live with each other. And what sort of anniversary?" She racked her brain and for the life of her, she couldn't remember.
"Ah, your failing memory again, October 19, 1987 the stock market crashed. I won a certain bet. The next day on the 20th , we went to the Bay Tower Room, where you proceeded to put me in my place."
"And then you proposed to me, disastrously…"
He quickly cut her off, "But you remember that? Humph! Have lunch with me. I have reservations at the Bay Tower Room at one. Henry will come by to pick you up. I'll walk over."
"Fine, Mr. Darcy, one o'clock it is."
"Fantastic, soon to be, Mrs. Darcy."
Int. Fidelity Car outside of Boston Globe Hdqrts.
Elizabeth rushed from the door into the car, and sitting opposite was William. He quickly pulled her into his arms and gave her a most ardent kiss. Henry saw through the rearview mirror, and smiled quite happily to himself.
"I thought you were going to walk over and meet me there?"
"I needed to see you." He kissed her again.
She eyed him suspiciously, "You're becoming a little too needy lately. What gives?"
He pulled some papers out of his briefcase and handed them to Elizabeth. She looked at them and became confused. Handing them back, she said:
"I have no clue what those documents are?" He laughed at her, then Henry laughed at her.
"Elizabeth, that is the deed to Pemberley. It's yours."
She looked astonished, and said not one word. "But Georgiana?"
"Georgiana, wanted you to have it. When Spring found out about Pemberley, she tried to take it. Elizabeth, this is my wedding gift to you. We will be moving to Pemberley after the honeymoon."
"But you're just using my name to protect your family estate."
He shook his head, "No. It is yours, however, I know that you will still keep it in the Darcy family." Her eyes twinkled at him, and she did throw her arms around his neck and kiss him passionately. So passionate was the kiss, that Henry had to honk the horn to separate them and tell them that they were at their final destination.
William helped seat Elizabeth and she picked up the red rose that graced her plate. "How do you do it?"
He smiled at her. "Do what?" She traced the flower down his cheek.
"The flowers, every where we go, there is a flower on my plate."
"I own a flower shop."
"You do not!"
"You're right, I don't. But this is my secret, let me keep at least one secret." She leaned over and kissed him. "Elizabeth, we need to talk about children. I do want them."
She smiled brightly. "I do too."
End of Scene II
Editorial
October 21, 1990 Boston Globe
The Commonwealth of Massachusetts was founded in 1620 by a group people fleeing religious persecution in Europe. Later in the 1600s, the citizens of the Commonwealth started persecuting its own with the Salem Witch Trials. And again in the late 1960s and early 1970s, African Americans were persecuted because of race. And now because two people love each other, they are persecuted and condemned in the press.Tolerancy and the right to privacy in the Commonwealth is seriously lacking.
As my esteemed co-author is originally from the British Isles, I leave it up to him to explain the Britishness way of life in the Commonwealth. As for my own opinions, the Press Corp of late has been intrusive, combative and intolerant to the feelings of this person. As a person whose life is the press, I find myself in a catch-22 scenario. I am one who will report the news, unfortunately, being the quarry takes on a life of itself. As an extremely private person, to be inundated by phone calls, flashing cameras and the horrible name-calling that was first presented in the other paper, I was mortified that my so-called colleagues would and could stoop to a level of tarnishing a reputation that was considered by myself tarnish-free. My life is in words; and I have learned firsthand that certain words can be damaging and destroy lives. It nearly destroyed a happiness that took eleven years to find.
The happiness that I allude to -- spending the rest of my life with a man who has completed so many aspects of me, and taught me to take a risk or two. From the moment I met William Darcy in Chicago, I despised him. Five years later, by chance, we met again. He fell in love; however, I did not. We enjoyed a lovely friendship that lasted several years. Japan intruded, and there, he met and married the ex-Mrs. Darcy. She did not last long in the marriage, and wanted out, Mr. Darcy gracefully accepted her terms, and dissolved the marriage. Where all this becomes news? Escapes me. Personally, for eleven years, I fought off any advances of the aforementioned person, and only because of his tenacity (and a tenacious tenacity at that!) did I finally give in to the passion that he brought out in me.
Why must I get personal? It does beg the question, does it not? And to put it in simple terms, because we stayed quiet long enough, and now the silence must be broken. I, no, we have done nothing wrong. Before the ex-Mrs. Darcy got hold of his finances and my good name, we lived quiet, boring lives. Lives that we want back. I now turn this over to William.
Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation. -- Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde knew what it was like to be laughed at in the press. He knew what it was like to be ridiculed by colleagues. A brilliant man reduced to despondency due to a way of life. Unlike Oscar Wilde, I had a great woman, who although, hurt by accusations that were terribly false, managed to retain a most worthy dignity about herself. It wasn't until she was gone, did I realize that life would be hell without her. Hence the above quote.
The progress that you made in the time that our lives became the center of the other newspapers headlines, not much. Kuwait is still invaded by Iraq. William Weld is still leading John Silber in the polls. Progress should be important to the people of the Commonwealth. Are we going to the Mideast to fight Saddam Hussein? Will the stock market take a tumble after doing fairly well? I could answer those questions, but it would be letting the public off easy. Something I'm not willing to do. Although Miss Bennet gets personal above, it is only because she wanted to set the record straight. But I will tell you in shorter terms, that she has never been a tramp, nor did she break up a most loving marriage.
Miss Elizabeth Bennet has been the symbol of hope that our Commonwealth should aspire to have. She turned her back on the negativity that followed her, and she continues to inspire and amaze me. Something a woman hasn't done for me. Ever. A woman of utmost delicacy, decency and forbearance. That inspires me. It behooves me to understand why a vindictive woman would garner so much press when young children are being gunned down. When women are being beaten by their husbands or boyfriends. How our economy is lagging and the President hasn't done one thing to help out the American people? And some of you are probably saying, 'Why should he care? He's not even American.' America represents happiness and fortitude and longevity. I think the longevity should now be equated to the tabloid department.
No where in history does it state that the private life of two people should become public consumption.
Now as an end-all and be-all of this hell that we have been a part of, we are formally announcing the upcoming betrothal of Elizabeth Bennet to William Darcy on December 31, 1990. Married couples are never very exciting.
Act VIII Scene III
Int. Jane and Charles' Back Bay Brownstone
October 22, 1990
The pouring rain did not let up all day, but William and Elizabeth were not about to let torrential downpours ruin their moment of glory. The editorial had been a resounding success. Patrick Purcell, publisher of the Boston Herald issued a very public apology to Miss Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. William Darcy. Gayle Feeney was suspended for two months, and would be sent back to the street beat. Gossiping was no longer her cup of tea. The well wishes that poured in from the people in the city of Boston shocked the both of them; Lou Grant fielded phone calls all day, and was not pleased about it.
Everyone thought it very brave of Elizabeth to finally reveal what they had speculated about for a couple of weeks. The mailbag for Letters to the Editor was overflowing with acknowledgment as to how savvy Miss Elizabeth Bennet was and how Mrs. Spring Darcy should be ashamed for what she did. Some of them even thanked them for the brief history lesson.
Running from the car into the open warmth of Jane's and Charles' welcome home, Elizabeth and William laughed as they tried to run in between the raindrops. Jane stood prepared with towels and hot coffee.
"Lord, do you think this rain will ever quit. I swear there is at least two inches on the street." Elizabeth exclaimed, while toweling her hair, which became even curlier.
William took a long sip of the hot beverage and grinned happily to Jane. "Hmmm. French roast."
Jane smiled. "Only the best for Will." He gave her a nice kiss on the cheek.
Charles greeted William at the door to the library and indicated for him to come in. Jane and Elizabeth rolled their eyes as they both knew that once firmly ensconced in the library with Fielding, Shakespeare and Dickens, you couldn't get those two boys away.
"So the article went over well?" Jane asked walking Elizabeth to the sitting room.
"Very well. My phone never stopped today. Lou was none to pleased." She laughed. Elizabeth became more serious. "I gave my notice today. Lou sort of just took the letter and placed it on his desk. Never even read it."
"What did you expect? He is losing a very valuable writer. Elizabeth, he's going to miss you."
"Right. I think not, he's glad to be getting rid of me." Elizabeth looked downcast at the thought. Jane came up to her and gave her a big hug.
"Lizzy, you'll be doing freelance work, if an article is good enough send it on to the Globe. You can be a guest writer or columnist. Have you thought of asking Lou that?"
Elizabeth smiled through the haze of tears, "No, I didn't. Oh Jane, what am I going to do without you. I'll miss you everyday. I won't have you to comfort me." Jane had Elizabeth nestle against her and finally the two sisters realized what Elizabeth's marriage to William meant. That Elizabeth would be moving away. Far away. Charles and William had heard the two women crying and instantly appeared in the doorway. Each moved by the sight they saw. Jane looked up at William with pleading eyes, begging not to take her sister from her. William shot a confused look to Charles who sidestepped his questioning look, and turned away.
"Hey what are all these tears about?" William tried to ask good-humoredly, but the wails became louder. Charles bit his lip, not quite knowing how to handle the episode. Elizabeth released herself from Jane's tight grasp and hurriedly went into William's waiting arms. Jane followed suit with Charles.
"Elizabeth, you can come back to Boston whenever you want. Jane and Charles have an open and standing invitation to Pemberley."
Elizabeth sniffled and smiled at him. "You are too kind." However, the tears came again. William used the sleeve to his jacket to wipe her tears. Elizabeth laughed. "Do I look that foolish?"
"Of course not. You and your sister are extremely close, its delightful." He gave her a small kiss. "But I do think we need something stronger than French roast coffee." William looked over to Jane and Charles and saw that they were in the middle of a most passionate kiss, he quietly led Elizabeth out of the room.
Int. Morrissey Blvd, Boston Globe Hdqtrs
December 30, 1990
Elizabeth finished putting most of her reporter's life into the small box. She looked around the office and saw Lou hunched over his desk. He had barely said one word to her today. She went into the newsroom and the usual happened, the men would comment on her legs, her shirt or the lack of tightness in it. She went to the mailroom, to give small gifts to the people who put an extra effort during the editorial backwash. Tears prickled at her eyes as she thought of this being the last day here. Last day technically in Boston.
Elizabeth threw her plastic coffee mug into the box and sat down heavily in her chair. Lou had been watching her, but it was difficult for him too. She had proved herself time and again; she dealt with humiliation with dignity. Hell, she dealt with him and that meant something. He, too, felt the sting of the saltwater that clouded his eyes.
"Bennet!" he called out quite loudly.
"Yes, Lou?" she asked, trying to hold back the tears.
"What the hell are you doing; you are still on payroll, no dilly-dallying."
"I wouldn't think of it, Lou." She said crestfallen. He still hadn't acknowledged that she was leaving.
He got up and lumbered over to her. His pot had grown in the ten years she had worked with him. He watched her grow from an uncertain reporter, to a distinguished reporter who had the respect of all who she dealt with. Elizabeth leaned on her hand, blinking back the tears.
"Bennet, what the hell are you doing?" He growled loudly.
"Nothing, Lou."
"That's the problem with you brides, your minds are constantly elsewhere!"
"That's not true at all. I was just reminiscing."
"Well, reminisce on your own time." He softened his look. "C'mere."
"What?"
"C'mere, Bennet." Elizabeth did as a ordered. Lou took her down the narrow corridor to the cafeteria, where Jane, Charles, Charlotte, William, Her parents, and all her co-workers came together to give her a bridal/going away party. She turned to Lou and then was finally able to allow the tears to spill out that she had been holding back for hours. Lou gave her a big hug and allowed his tears to spill out too.
"Listen Bennet, I don't do this for just anyone, and don't think your special or anything, but Bennet, I'm gonna miss ya."
Lou presented Elizabeth with a beautifully mounted calligraphy copy of her first published article and a gilded framed calligraphy copy of the Editorial written by Bride and Groom.
Elizabeth saw William's laughing eyes and lightly cuffed his arm. "You knew all about this?" He smiled down at her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Henry standing in the corner. Leaving William to his laughs, she headed straight for the driver.
"Henry." She shook his hand.
"Miss Bennet, congratulations."
"You are the one who should take the credit for everything. How'd you know about the two of us?"
"Miss Bennet, can I tell you a secret?" Elizabeth nodded her head enthusiastically. "Mr. D could not stop talking about you. I knew he was besotted a long time ago. I used to yell at him after dropping you off, for his inaction with you. 'Why didn't you kiss her.' 'You had her in your arms and yet, you did nothing.' He hated me there for a while; Oh, the dirty looks he received from me when he had other women in the car. One girl was convinced her name was Elizabeth." She laughed mortifiedly at that. He smiled back at her. "You were the only woman strong enough for him. And you presented a challenge, he enjoyed that. You still present a problem because you are so strong-willed and opinionated."
Elizabeth leaned over and kissed Henry's cheek. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a congratulatory hug. "You and he will be extremely happy."
William came up to Elizabeth, "Liz, I told you he would try to take you away from me." William shot an amused look at Henry.
"Not at all, sir. She would only be happy with you." And quietly he walked away.
"Very enigmatic soul." William said looking perplexed.
"He's been very good to us. Very, very good." She said, then he kissed her nose.
"I love you soon-to-be-in-twenty-four-hours Mrs. Darcy."
"You forgot to add finally." She teased.
End of Scene III
Act VIII Scene IV
Int. Beacon Hill Townhouse, Boston MA and Four Seasons Hotel, NY
December 30, 1990
Elizabeth settled nicely in the sitting room, sipping on cognac and listening to Puccini's arias. She had the house to herself and it felt strange being in his house with him gone. Losing herself to O Mio Babbino Caro, she pulled the blanket tighter and enveloped herself in the drink, the music and the warmth of the generously stoked fire.
She had sent Jane home earlier and was glad for it. This was a peace that she had sought for so long. She wasn't worried. Even when Yolanda's called to say they needed to do one minor alteration to her gown, it bothered her not. The wind outside howled, but not a cold howl. More of a soothing howl. Snowflakes started falling earlier and whitewashed the streets. If this is bliss, I don't want it to end, she thought whimsically. Pulling her away from her thoughts, the phone rang.
"Hello," she said extremely quietly.
"Hmm… You're sounding quite content."
She stretched in her chair and spoke quietly again. "I am. I feel very content. Cognac, Puccini, a warm fire. Only thing missing is you. How was your flight?"
"Uneventful. It's snowing like the dickens though."
"A winter wonderland wedding. Couldn't ask for anything more perfect. Are you in our suite?"
"No. They have me in very cramped room. Only three rooms." He joked. "Is everything okay with the gown?"
"It's nothing. Tomorrow, Henry will take me to Waltham to pick it up, and then I'll hop on a flight to New York. Will, I can't wait."
He smiled. "Neither can I, love. I hear Pavarotti in the background, Nessun Dorma, I saw him perform it live in Italy. Powerful experience."
"Listening to it on your stereo equipment makes me feel like he's singing in front of me, trying to guess my name. It has an incredible sound."
"Turandot." William said quietly.
"No, darling. That is not my name." She said quietly.
"Elizabeth." He whispered with much love.
She smiled and gave him a kiss through the phone. They continued on until the cognac got the best of Elizabeth, and she begged to go to sleep.
They both dreamt of what the morrow would bring.
Ext. Fidelity Car; Yolanda's Bridal Salon; Logan International Airport.
December 31, 1990
Henry caught the sparkle that glowed from her being. Nothing would bring her down today. Not even five inches of snow on the ground. She opted to sit up front with Henry and chatter to him. The usually forty-five minute drive to Waltham, today took one hour and fifteen minutes, but it bothered her not. Henry thought differently. The snow was coming down at faster clip and thought it wise to call Logan. Flights to New York were still running.
Once inside Yolanda's, the seamstress quickly put the dress on Elizabeth, made the change, then bundled the gown for her to take. Everything was running smoothly; however, Henry still had reservations. Carefully, putting the dress in the back of the car, Elizabeth again, sat up front. She checked her watch, ten forty-five in the morning. Plenty of time for a five o'clock wedding.
They were stuck on Route 128 for two hours. Still she didn't worry, a flight from Boston to New York was forty-five minutes to an hour. She could dress on the plane, if necessary. Although her hairdresser wouldn't be around, she could do something to make it look presentable. Henry shot her a worried look, but she didn't see it. Nothing was going to bring her down.
Finally at Logan, Elizabeth made her way to the gate, flight was still taking off, and with no delays. Henry breathed a sigh of relief. It was now one o'clock, still more than enough time. Elizabeth boarded the plane and took her seat in first class. With a crazy, beatific smile on her face, the other passengers looked at her strangely. The attendant came up to her and handed her a red rose, a white rose and a pink rose. A card was attached and read:
For my wife, friend and lover. -- Love, Will
Elizabeth brought the card to her lips and settled back, waiting for the plane to take off.
Int. Four Season Hotel, NY
William paced nervously in his room, the weather outside was looking nastier by the minute. He was fearful for Elizabeth. Traveling in such weather. He knew that he should have waited and come with her. But she wanted to be traditional and not see him before the wedding. Her stubbornness. Charles and Jane tried several times to calm him down, but to no avail.
"This is mad! Has anyone rung LaGuardia to see what time her plane is due in?"
Jane sighed. "William, we've phoned them four times. The plane is in the air, and will be landing at three-thirty. She will be here." He continued to pace. Charles offered him wine to calm his nerves, he refused. A brandy, was also refused. Nothing would give him peace of mind until Elizabeth was firmly on the ground.
"William, don't you think you should get dressed? You have to leave for the church soon." He stopped pacing and looked at her. Jane and Elizabeth were so different and yet, so alike in some respect. When Jane would turn her head a certain way, it was Elizabeth through and through. He took her instruction and headed off to put on his tuxedo.
Int. NY Shuttle
The flight was rough due to the turbulence and on more than one occasion the pilot came on to explain what was happening. Elizabeth, tired of looking out the window, put on the headphones and listened to the music. Trying to drown out the chatter around her, she didn't hear the ding of the captain's bell. She was startled when the attendant who had given her the flowers, rudely shook her.
"Ma'am, we need to take the earphones back, the pilot has to land in Hartford." Elizabeth looked at her in horror.
"We can't land in Hartford. I'm getting married in New York, not Hartford."
"Ma'am, they've shut down LaGuardia. I'm sorry there really isn't anything I can do." The attendant started to walk away then turned to Elizabeth and smiled gently. "You can hire a car at the airport to drive you to New York." Elizabeth looked around wildly. "My gown, I need to put my gown on." The attendant led Elizabeth to a small area where they usually get dressed. Luckily she had taken the gown on board with her, and hung it up in the closet meant for staff only.
Dressed in gown, she smiled happily when the consensus was that she looked incredible. She couldn't wait for William to see her. Sitting back at her seat (and shocking the other passengers, in the meantime.), Elizabeth waited for the plane to land in Hartford.
Int. St. John's Church, NY
Jane looked at Charles in horror after hanging up with the airline. How could she tell William that Elizabeth was rerouted to Hartford. Charles took Jane aside and gently prodded her.
"How do we explain this to him?" Jane asked. Charles took a peek at William and watched him wear out the carpeting with his pacing.
"Let me talk to the priest, and see if he'd be willing to hold off. She could get here by six?" Jane looked skeptically at him, but thought it the right thing to do. Luckily it was a small enough church, and not too many people had been invited. Asking them to hold off for a little while, shouldn't present a major problem.
Georgiana stood by William and pleaded with him to stop pacing, but it only fell on deaf ears. He checked the window at least a hundred times; he even stood outside in the snow, damning it. His heart told him that she would be there. Would that he had not left her yesterday. Would that he had the dress shipped to them. Of course in hindsight, everything is 20/20. Closing his eyes, he envisioned her gliding to him. His sweet tender kisses covering her dewy face. Finally calling her Mrs. Darcy after a dozen years. He sat down heavily and put his face in his hands.
Jane tentatively walked to William and quietly explained what she knew. To say that he was relieved that she would be landing, is appropriate. To say that he was anxious, that he knew she was okay, is even more appropriate. Jane soothed him as much as she could and as much as he would allow.
"She will be here, Jane."
"Indeed, she will." She smiled at him.
End of Scene IV
Act VIII Scene V
Int. Hartford Airport
The flight attendants allowed Elizabeth off the plane first, and she hightailed it to the limousine service in the main lobby of the small airport. She begged, pleaded and was at the mercy of the Darcy name to get her anything. Absolutely nothing was available. Checking her watch, it read four-ten, she became desperate. Trying to phone William on his cellular, she cursed him that he either didn't have it with him or neglected to turn it on. She knew of one person that could possibly help her in Hartford. She phoned Henry.
Henry explained that a state of emergency had been declared in four northeastern states, finding a cab would be difficult, and he couldn't make it in time. Elizabeth refused to give in to the tears that were starting to form, she would make it to New York, and she would marry him tonight. As if a savior from above was sent to her, a lone cab driver pulled up in front of the doorway.
"Can you take me to New York?" she asked breathlessly.
"I sure can. It'll cost ya." He smiled a toothless grin.
"Ok, I need to get to St. John's Church…" she proceeded to give him the address, and finally relaxed against the seat. The driver started to light up a cigarette.
"Oh, no! You can't! You'll make my dress smell. Please, I'll give you five hundred dollars to not smoke!" she silently prayed that William was carrying that amount with him.
"Well for five hundred dollars, I think I can deal without this vice." He looked at her through the rearview mirror. "So you're getting married?"
She smiled, "Yes, and I'm going be late. I have forty minutes to get to New York City, and become Mrs. William Darcy."
"Honey, I don't think we'll make NYC in forty minutes with this snow."
"Just do the best you can, please?" he nodded in agreement and turned the radio on for her.
Int. St. John's Church
William went out and explained that due to the weather, Elizabeth was running late, but everyone should relax and wait; unfortunately, he couldn't practice what he was preaching. He was a nervous wreck. Having no clue where his bride-to-be was, and beating himself up, again and again, for not ignoring her stubbornness and forcing her to travel yesterday. He went back into the Sacristy. The priest was able to quickly go to the rectory and bring over some refreshments for the wedding party. William sipped warm soda and ate stale crackers.
Jane stared at William and watched the nervousness rise then cease, over and over again. If only he knew where she was.
"She's okay, William. A little snow would not stop her from marrying you."
"I put her danger. I should have made her come here yesterday when the roads were still clear."
"William, this isn't you feeling sorry about yourself right now, is it?" he smiled at her. "Elizabeth, will come traipsing through that door at any moment, wondering why everyone is just moping around. This is your wedding day -- smile!"
He gave her a false smile, and she allowed it, but for this time only. "Will, where is your cell phone?" He indicated to the tux jacket that he had taken off. "Is it on?"
"I don't know. I think so."
Elizabeth continued staring out the window cursing the falling snow. Ordinarily, she would be fascinated by the snow, but today, it was ruining the one day she had lived for. She refused to allow the tears to get the better of her.
Checking her watch for the hundredth time, she willed the snow to magically disappear and the sun to appear. But that would not happen.
I don't know where my baby is
but I'll find him, somewhere, somehow
I've got to let him know how much I care
I'll never give up looking for my baby
She heard Lisa Stansfield croon from the radio.
Been around the world and I, I, I
I can't find my baby
I don't know when, I don't know why
Why he's gone away
And I don't know where he can be, my baby
But I'm gonna find him
She started laughing at the song. It was too perfect.
We had a quarrel and I let myself go
I said so many things, things he didn't know
And I was oh oh so bad
And I don't think he's comin' back, mm mm
Except for that verse, she hadn't had a quarrel. They were not mad at each other and she knew that he would come back and would wait and would love her. If only she were there. She lost herself in the song, ignoring the sad verses and only singing the chorus.
Been around the world and I, I, I
I can't find my baby
I don't know when, I don't know why
Why he's gone away
And I don't know where he can be, my baby
But I'm gonna find him
The cab driver kept a constant eye on Elizabeth, hoping that he wasn't making her too late for her own wedding. But who would get married during a snowstorm to begin with? He watched the clock on the dashboard, she was now officially five minutes late for her own wedding.
Henry was finally able to get through to William and told him that Elizabeth was safe on the ground and heading this moment to NYC. William gleamed when he heard the news. Although still upset that this was becoming a nightmare. However, he reprimanded himself by saying that he would have a good laugh about this in fifty years.
William went out and told the congregation what was going on. That some of them were a little peeved, was natural. That some of them were getting hungry, most definitely. Georgiana offered to run out and buy pizzas for everyone. William laughed -- pizzas at a wedding.
At six-thirty, Elizabeth finally entered the city of New York, and the sigh that escaped from her was enough to even make the ascerbic cab driver laugh. And laugh he should, he was suffering from a nicotine attack, but five hundred dollars was great inducement to withhold.
Traffic was at a standstill. Elizabeth was horrified. She was moving nowhere, and from irate drivers most of them had been in the gridlock for hours. She sat in the stalled traffic for half an hour, trying not to scream at someone. Two hours late for her own wedding and most likely everyone gone. An incredible idea came to her.
"Can you still make it to the church?"
"Not in this traffic, ma'am."
"Okay, can you go to the Four Seasons later tonight and ask for the Darcys? That will be my name soon. I'm gonna walk to the church from here."
"But that's twenty blocks away, at least three miles. And what about my money?"
"If you come to the Four Seasons, you will be duly paid. Has a bride ever lied before?" she pouted to him.
"You don't have a coat." He said resignedly. "Ya, I can meet you tonight at the Four Seasons." She smiled a bright smile to him.
"I'll be fine, luckily the dress has long sleeves. Thank you for you kindness and generosity. You will be well taken care of." And with that she hopped out of the cab. Hiking up the skirt to her dress, she took off at a run, being extremely careful not to slip and fall in the freshly fallen snow.
William finally nodded off in the chair, all that pacing had worn him out. Georgiana had pizzas delivered to the church, and the priest thought this the strangest affair, he'd ever been a part of. Charles stayed close to Jane and shook his head in amazement. This was the weirdest wedding he had ever partook of.
"What time do you think your sister will finally show?" he asked laughing.
"It's not funny, Charles. God only know where she is."
"I'm sorry. This has been the strangest day. We have a missing bride, a sleeping groom and the guests eating pizza!" Jane had to admit it was quite funny. And started laughing softly so as not to disturb the sleeping groom.
Elizabeth couldn't believe how cold and wet it was. Forget about even trying to look decent. But people still honked their horn when they saw a lovely vision in antique white flash right by them. All that was going through her mind was that he better be at the church. Some guys offered to marry her; some women told her that Halloween had been over for a while. Continuing at a pace, that had there been no snow, she would have made it there in at least half an hour. Checking her watch she saw that it was close to eight.
Who's crazy idea was it to get married in the middle of winter! she thought as she continued her run.
End of Scene V
Act VIII Scene VI
Ext. Streets of New York. Int. St. John's Church
7.45pm
Elizabeth continued running through stalled traffic, down sidewalks, on the street when the sidewalks were too messy. Wet and cold, she refused to give up. Throngs of people were out waiting for the big apple to fall in Times and most of them commenting on Elizabeth's style of dress. Trying to get through Times Square proved to be the hardest. Drunk men grabbed at her and young girls asked her why she was a princess; she had no time to answer any of them. Her one thought was getting to the church. The snow started to lighten up, but there had to be at six to eight inches on the ground. The only thing that gave her any comfort was the thought of being in his arms tonight -- warm and cozy and safe.
William awoke with a start and jumped out of his seat. Jane rushed over to him and told him that she still hadn't arrived. She did everything she could to comfort him, but nothing would calm his fear. He was resigned to the fact that he would not be getting married tonight. Jane couldn't help but shed tears for him. Inside the main church, the crowd, although restless, were being crooned by the vocalist.
I'll be seeing you;
In all the old, familiar places;
That this heart of mine embraces;
All day through
William rose and starting his pacing again. He checked his watch and let out a strangled moan. Charles tried to explain that everything would be fine and Elizabeth, although late, was on her way. Georgiana tried not to cry for her brother, but seeing his thus, disturbed her.
"I'm going for a walk, if I stay here one more minute, I'm likely to explode."
"Do you want Charles to go with you?" Jane asked.
In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The children's carousel;
The chestnut tree;
The wishing well.
"No. I need to be alone." And with quick strides he was gone.
Elizabeth found herself within blocks of the church, but found herself tired, hungry, and extremely wet. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath and brush the snow out of her hair. She fairly well looked like a dark-haired Q-TIP. She looked down at the her gown. Her beautiful gown that was intricately covered in pearls, was unlike anything he could imagine. Simple, but elegant; not pouffy, but straight; empire-waisted and long sleeved, beautiful squared neck, he would've loved it. No, she thought, he will still love it, because he loves me.
A policeman spied Elizabeth cleaning herself off and walked over to her. "Do you need help, miss?"
She looked at him and allowed the tears that she had been holding back to spill down her cheeks. He looked at her warily and waited for her to calm down.
"I'm late. I was supposed to get married at five and it's now eight. I've run about sixteen blocks, been grabbed, harassed, and told that Halloween has been over for months now. My fiancé has probably left the church thinking I've stood him up. And I waited twelve years for this day."
"What church do you need to go to?" She gave him the information in between crying. He put a warm blanket around her and escorted her into his car. He turned the heat on full blast to warm her up. He even offered her his just-bought coffee, which she gratefully accepted. Turning on the sirens, he made his way to St. John's Church.
William walked from one corner to the end of the street, daring not to leave in case she arrived. After pacing up and down the street, he stayed firmly put on the front steps. Watching and waiting.
I'll be seeing you;
In every lovely, summer's day;
And everything that's bright and gay;
Willing her to be okay, he stared up at the white sky. Hoping that at any moment she will turn the corner or a cab would usher her down the street.
I'll always think of you that way;
I'll find you in the morning sun;
And when the night is new;
Cars slowly drove by and he strained to see if she were in them. It all came to nothing. Jane watched him out of the window. Charles came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her away.
William brushed the snow off of him and listened to the sirens in the distance. Closing his eyes, he remembered the first time he met her. He smiled to himself. A pig indeed! Then here in New York, when he was so besotted with her. Fighting his romantic feelings. When he was with her, he finally found that peace wash over him. It took so long for him to penetrate, and when he did, it was 'heaven on earth'.
The siren sounds came closer, and he tried to block it out. He was enjoying thoughts of her. He remembered the first time they came together. He must thank Joseph Reed for that incredible night. The night that they spent at the lighthouse. Even more so incredible, because she was his, and he was hers.
He hoped that she was thinking the same thoughts right now. That somehow he could telepathically send his thoughts and love to her.
She was thinking the same thoughts. The policeman told her one more corner and she would be at the church. Her heart started beating wildly. A huge smile came to her face. Please, please, just be there, she willed.
The policeman knew that the car would not make the narrow street and asked if she would mind hopping out. She didn't care, she had finally made it.
William left the stairs and started walking to the end of the street. Elizabeth started running down the street. She hadn't seen him. She made it to the stairs and saw a shadowy figure walking dejectedly up the street. Straining to see his face, she couldn't make it out. But she knew his walk.
"William!" She called out.
I'll be looking at the moon;
But I'll be seeing you.
End of Scene VI
Act VIII Scene VII (Conclusion)
Int. St. John's Church
8.30 pm
William couldn't get to her fast enough after she had called out to him. Almost slipping in the snow, he picked her up, kissed her and spun her around. Not quite realizing that she was pretty much soaked through and through. Not one word was spoken between the two for ten minutes, but a kiss that lasted just as long. Only when she shivered, did he manage to break free and see that she was wet.
Putting his tuxedo jacket on her, he quickly escorted her into the church. Jane was relieved, Georgiana happy and Charles ecstatic that she finally made it. William held onto to her tightly, while Jane went to retrieve towels to dry off her wet sister.
"Darling, what happened?"
She looked at him and started to cry. "I've ruined everything."
He stroked her hair and try to calm her down, he whispered into her ear, "Shhh. Nothing is ruined. You are safe and sound. That is the only important thing right now." Jane arrived back with the towels and wrapped her hair in one.
"The priest is still willing to marry you two. I've asked him to give us an hour so you can dry off and eat something, Lizzy." She nodded her head and William was in agreement.
Elizabeth spoke quietly to William, "I ran sixteen blocks. The traffic was horrible and I wanted to get here. And the plane…" she started crying and buried her head in his chest. He pulled her into a small room off the Sacristy and sat her down. Kissing away her tears.
"Don't, Elizabeth, don't. We will be married tonight."
"I'm a mess. I look horrible. I've ruined any plans you had." He silenced her again with another kiss. "I love you, Will. Only you are willing to put up with me."
"I love you so much. I was crazy here without you, wondering where you were, and if you were okay. I can't live without you. In one hour's time, you will be Mrs. William Darcy, then I am taking you to our suite at the Four Seasons and get some warmth and nourishment into your body. You're shaking all over."
He rubbed her arms trying to warm her up. He moved his nose to her nose and rubbed it in Eskimo fashion.
"William, I owe the cab driver five hundred dollars."
"What?"
"I told him that if he didn't have a cigarette from Hartford to NYC, you would give him five hundred dollars." He laughed at her and she laughed; and inside the Sacristy, it was a wonderful sound.
9.45pm
Elizabeth's father waited for her to finish up in the ladies room. Semi dry and with the help of a blowdryer and Jane's makeup. Elizabeth was presentable. William told her that he would've married her in the towel if need be. She said she would never, ever get married in a towel. Jane fixed the dress and took care of any splatters on the bottom of the skirt.
Waiting for the trumpeter to begin, (she decided against the traditional wedding march) strains of Stanley's Trumpet Voluntary filled the church. William stood at the altar with Charles right behind, waiting for the woman he loved to make her way down the aisle.
Elizabeth stopped at the doorway and gave her sister and father a kiss, before taking up her father's arm. To say that a collective sigh of relief took place, is not too far fetched. After her father shook William's hand, he softly kissed his daughter and proceeded to sit in the pew. William offered his arm to her and she took it. The two of them heard not one jot of what the priest said. They were too busy staring at each other, smiling, and waiting.
Charles stood by with the rings. William kissed Elizabeth's diamond encrusted wedding ring before placing it on her finger as he said his vows. Elizabeth followed suit, kissed his ring and slowly placed it on his finger. Looking deeply in his eyes as she said her vows. After the rings were exchanged, William surreptitiously stroked her hand and held onto it firmly. After ten minutes of listening, or not listening to the priest, he quietly turned to William and told him that he may kiss his wife. Cheers abounded from all quarters. After kissing his wife, the priest formally acknowledge the newly-married couple. Charles shook William's hand and Jane kissed her sister. William quickly grabbed his wife and kissed her again.
Int. Four Seasons Hotel
Elizabeth soaked in the hot bath, slowly trying to work out all the knots and aches and extreme cold that her bones felt. William stopped in and brought her a glass of champagne, coyly asking if she wanted or needed any company. She surprised him by telling him no. She wanted to soak for a couple more minutes alone, then she would come to him and eat dinner.
When done with the bath, she put on the lovely negligee that Jane had given her as a wedding gift. A creamy ivory colored silk with matching robe. Putting her hair up in a twist she lightly spritzed a natural light scent over her and headed into the dining room.
William gazed at her with as much love as one could. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her the gentlest of kisses. Quietly walking over to the table, he helped seat her. She picked up the red rose that graced the fine china.
"So, Mrs. Darcy how was your day?" Her eyes lit up when he called her "Mrs. Darcy."
"Fairly uneventful, Mr. Darcy. Are you trying to come on to me?" he nodded his head and laughed.
Elizabeth prepared a plate for her husband and then served herself. She was finally able to tell him what had happened without breaking into fresh tears. He told her how anguished and mad at himself he was for allowing what happened today, happen. They both agreed to not discuss the events leading up to the actual wedding for a while.
After eating, William headed to the stereo and put in a CD.
"Would you like to take spin out on the floor, Mrs. Darcy."
"I think you like my new name."
"Indeed, I do. It only took, oh -- a dozen years to change it!" he said happily.
Before she could come back with something witty, the phone rang. The cab driver had come to collect his earnings. William shot her an amused look and counted out six one hundred dollar bills.
"Just think what comes with that five hundred dollars." She said seductively. After paying the driver and tipping him extremely well, William rushed back to his wife. She sat on the sofa with a come-hither look, and he did.
Finally able to extricate himself from her grasp, he reminded her of their dance. Holding out his hand for her, she told him. "I'm still a lousy dancer."
"My wife is the best dancer there is."
"I think you just say that because I will sleep with you." She joked. She smiled to him and put her hand in his. "William, did you ever think that from the day I drove you from Chicago to Boston, that we would end up here, married!"
"Always." He grinned at her.
The soft soothing sounds of the music, made her move closer to him.
How can I tell you what is in my heart?
How can I measure each and every part?
How can I tell you how much I love you?
How can I measure just how much I do?
"This is my song to you, Elizabeth." He whispered in her ear.
"Shhh." She said.
How much do I love you?
I'll tell you no lie
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?
"I've waited a long time for this night, love."
"Shhh."
How many times a day do I think of you?
How many roses are sprinkled with dew?
He bent down and kissed her. Softly stroking her back while she played with the curls at the base of his neck. She softly kissed his neck.
"Love me forever, Elizabeth."
"I will, forever." She whispered back.
How far would I travel
To be where you are?
How far is the journey
From here to a star?
William kissed her neck and found the spot behind her ear that still reduced her to nothing. Thrillingly running his hands up an down her back and up to her shoulders, she moaned in delight.
"Love me, William."
"Shhh."
And if I ever lost you
How much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?
Gently picking up his wife, William proceeded to the bedroom where he did everything to her that is totally unmentionable.
Epilogue Scene I
Author's Note: It's me again, I cannot let these characters go away!!! They are firmly ensconced at Pemberley and Elizabeth made Will bring Henry. He will be useful!!! I'm so glad that he is a great character, Oh and onto the show and opening credits (I just really like this song).
I was alright for a while
I could smile for a while
then I saw you last night
you held my hand so tightwhen you stopped to say hello
you were wishing me well
you couldn't tell
that I'd been crying over you
crying over youand you said "so long"
and left me standing all alone
alone and crying, crying, crying, crying
it's hard to understand
that the touch of your hand
can start me cryingI thought that I was over you
but it's true, oh so true
I love you even more than I did before,
oh darling what can I do
No you don't love me and I'll always be
crying over you, crying over you
Now you're gone and from this moment on
I'll be crying, crying, crying, crying,
crying, crying, over you
Int. Pemberley Conservatory
December 31, 1991
Elizabeth sat in Pemberley's conservatory listing to Roy Orbison and rubbing her now huge stomach. She was a week over due and felt clumsy, fat and ugly. Even William's loving and gentleness, didn't make her feel any better. She wanted the child born and born soon. It was hard to believe that just one year ago today, she was running in the middle of a blizzard trying to actually get married. She could hardly believe it. She has been Mrs. Darcy for one full year.
William knew exactly where to find her. Since he proposed to her in this room, she always came here to think or to relax. Many times, she and William would close the room off and make love listening to the rumble of the waterfall. Their first child had been conceived in this room. It was the first room he dared to go to when he was searching for her.
Mrs. Reynolds was ecstatic with the upcoming arrival and couldn't wait either. To have the pitter-patter of small feet gracing Pemberley again, was wonderful. Since Elizabeth came, the house has never been livelier. They gave few big parties, but preferred small ones; with only certain people. Many people commented on William's free-spirited wife. She would take out the MG and fly down the narrow streets, most of the time with the top down, letting her hair get all wild due to the wind.
William was able to transfer his white-hot bond fund to the London office, but he had a complex office set up at Pemberley, so he was away minimally from his wife. She wasn't too thrilled with London and always wanted to go back to the haven of Pemberley.
William came in undid his tie and loosened the button to his shirt; Mrs. Reynolds told him where to find Mrs. Darcy; she also handed him some fruit and milk for Elizabeth. Elizabeth's eyes were closed, and he was afraid of waking her up. He quietly padded over to her and gave her a soft kiss on the brow. She opened her eyes, after the kiss.
"Hello, darling."
"Hello, love." She sat up and gave him a proper kiss.
"I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep." She brought his hand to her cheek and closed her eyes again. He gently stroked her cheek and played with her hair. His short strokes always seemed to comfort her. He looked down at her swollen belly and smiled. He took his fingertips and lightly massaged her stomach. The baby always moved when he would put his hands on her stomach.
"I wish the child would make an appearance, Will. I'm so tired of carrying this bundle up front with me."
"I know love. It shouldn't be much longer. I would say you have at least a couple of hours." He smiled assuredly to her.
"Oh Lord! Darling, happy anniversary." She remembered.
He pulled out a small elongated box and handed it to her. She carefully opened it with wide eyes. She pulled out a beautiful diamond studded tennis bracelet and he clasped it on her.
"William, this is absolutely beautiful."
"For a beautiful woman. Do you realize that you have made me the happiest of men, Liz?"
She sat up and took him into her arms. He was careful not to hurt her protruding stomach. She started laughing when remembering what she was exactly doing one year ago.
"I still can't believe, through a blizzard, I ran to get married to you. Through the streets of New York City, in a beautiful wedding gown, I ran to you."
"I waited twelve years for you. You needed to suffer a bit, just like I suffered."
"Suffered! This coming from someone who dated five seasons. Let's see: Summer, Autumn, Winter, married Spring, then made me jealous with Fall."
"Fall wasn't to make you jealous, love."
"Oh no? Then why did you bring her?" she laughed.
"Why did you bring Joey Tribbiani? The man with no brains." Elizabeth took offense.
"He did too. He is a very sweet man."
"He wanted to sleep with you, Liz."
"So, didn't you?" She retorted back. He grinned at her. "I was told by Charles that I had to bring a date. Joey was willing to put up with that crowd." She caught his look. "I never slept with him."
"No, but he did kiss you a lot."
She sighed. "You weren't making any moves then." She remembered later that evening. "But you did, when I fell asleep, you kissed me so tenderly."
"How did you know, I meant to ask you."
She laughed, and tousled his hair. "I was in the in-between stage of sleep. I dreamt that you and I were leaving our dates. The kiss is what made me want you."
He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. "Like that?" her eyes blazed for him. But sadly, she couldn't reciprocate. "I miss having you, Liz."
"I know, darling. But like you said not much longer."
End of Scene I
Epilogue Scene II
Int. Pemberley Livingroom and Lambtonshire Inn
January 2, 1992
William left his home office and checked in on Elizabeth several times during the day. She was officially nine days overdue and worried. She had seen her midwife, and she told her that everything was fine, baby's heartbeat was normal, she was healthy. It was just a matter of time. He spied her watching a British talk show, chewing on a pencil.
"What's the matter, love?"
"I'm bored, Will."
He looked at her and tried thinking of something they could do to alleviate her boredom. "I've got it. Why don't we go out for lunch? I can ring Henry, and he can take us to Lambton?"
She flashed him a bright smile and lumbered off the sofa. "Let me change and try to look presentable?"
"Liz, you are absolutely beautiful and glowing."
She wobbled over to him and hugged him. "You are too good to me."
Henry had the car ready for them in ten minutes; he and William helped Elizabeth into the car. Getting up and down was harder and harder for her. She joked to him that she was carrying at least a fifteen pound baby. William would laugh and say that a baby that weighed a stone came from good stock.
"Hello, Mrs. D. and how are you doing this fine afternoon." Henry said happily. He was very happy to stay on in the employ of the two nicest people.
She gave him a stern look and told him, "Fat, Henry. Fat."
Henry drove quietly to the Lambtonshire Inn, he had too much fun watching William soothe his wife and put his arms around her large stomach. Elizabeth quickly, as usual, went into his arms.
"I've been mean and nasty, Will. Do forgive me." She said quietly.
"I will do nothing of the sort. You're nine month's pregnant and extremely uncomfortable. I only wish there were something I could do to alleviate it." She settled comfortably against him. "Are you sure you don't mind having the baby at Pemberley, love?"
"Will, we've discussed this. I have no problem with the midwife. I've had an extremely healthy pregnancy, I'm strong, the house is comfortable. You'll be there and that is all that matters."
Arriving at the restaurant, Henry and William, again helped Elizabeth out of the car. The local folk did like seeing the extremely pregnant Mrs. Darcy. She always had a huge smile on her face. She was always trying to be very active in the local rotary club, and made quite a name for herself doing freelance writing for the local newspaper. Since her time to deliver was drawing near, she couldn't participate until after the birth of her firstborn.
"Good Afternoon, Mrs. Darcy, and how are ye today?" Mr. Wilton came up to her.
She smiled gently to him, "Still lumbering along; how are things going with the paper? Was Lou Grant able to give you the information you needed about the new printing presses?"
"He did, indeed. But we must thank your generous nature for the funds to purchase it." William shot her a look, and she ignored it with a smile letting him know that she would let him in on it later.
"It was nothing, Mr. Wilton. This newspaper is very important to the community. How is Mrs. Wilton doing. I understand she's out of the hospital." He smiled brightly to her.
"Yes'm, she came home about a fortnight. She's doing well. Foot will be in a plaster for a while, but other than that, no immediate danger."
"Very good to hear." She turned to William. "Well, Mr. Wilton, my husband looks famished, we will talk again." She took William's arm and went into the restaurant.
He helped seat her and she picked up the red rose that graced the china. "Will this continue forever?"
"Do you not like it?"
"No! I love it. I just thought after thirteen years, you'd get tired of it."
He looked at her dubiously, "Elizabeth, something is bothering you. What is it?"
"Will, like I told you earlier, I'm bored. I can't do anything until this child is born. I'm a prisoner in the house and can only go out with you or Henry. It's not fair."
He know knew what it meant to have a hormonal wife. "Elizabeth, this child will be here at any moment. You don't have to wait much longer."
"That is easy for you to say, you're not carrying the extra load up front. In fact, you look damn sexy in that double-breasted suit. And I like that you are wearing your glasses more and more. Makes you look more studious."
"Are you coming on to me, Mrs. Darcy?"
"Hmmm... How much would I love to actually. This is complete madness." She looked down to her stomach. "Is there something good in there, and that is the reason you don't want admittance into the real world."
William laughed at her. Then he quickly stroked her cheek. "Because you are so passionate, I love you. Because you care about things, I love you. Because you are you, I love you."
"But I want you, Will. I mean want you." He saw the longing in her eyes, and he felt it too. He wanted his wife, too.
"What did the midwife say?" he placed his napkin on his lap.
"She said of course we could. We would have to try different positions."
"So what's the problem?" he said with sparkling eyes.
"Me." She said plaintively.
"Are you afraid?" she nodded her head.
"Then we don't. Liz, I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Right now, you comfort is the most important thing to me. I listen to you."
She sighed, "Will, I love you. Way too much." He took hold of her hand and gently kissed each finger.
"I think you will have this baby anytime now. And when you are ready, you and I will get together and please each other in ways that are unimaginable."
"Oh, don't tease me." She cried.
"Ah, I tease you not. We will come together and make that 'Heaven on Earth' again." He grinned at her. Then reached over the table and kissed her.
End of Scene II
Epilogue Scene III
Int. Pemberley Game Room
Later that afternoon
William set up the card table for Elizabeth's amusement and proceeded to shuffle the deck. Elizabeth sat down heavily and sighed a sad sigh. He found her to be more amusing as the minutes ticked away. She nibbled on the celery and carrot sticks that William had prepared for her.
"It's not that bad, Liz. Honestly."
"Maybe this was a mistake."
He looked at her, "Playing cards?"
"No, having children. I'm no good at it. Ahhh…" she grimaced.
He continued dealing out the cards. "That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. You haven't even given birth yet and already your questioning your ability to be a mother?"
"But I can't even give birth on time. And then when the time comes, I'll probably be very bad at it." She tried to make herself comfortable in her seat.
"You're just nervous. Listen Liz, I'm scared too, but this child is brought forth because of two people who love each other senselessly." He threw down a card and took one from the pick-up pile. "Of course we're going to make mistakes, but we'll learn from it."
"You make it all sound so wonderful. Ooh..." William checked his watch.
He laughed. "What?"
"The baby kicked hard." She picked up a card from the pile after throwing one down also. "Why do we always play poker. I hate poker."
"Because Liz, it's the only game you know how to play." He smiled loftily to her. "And quite badly indeed. What's in your hand." She showed him a three of a kind and a queen and king, of the same suit.
"Not too badly, dear. Hmmm…" she fidgeted in her seat. William surreptitiously checked his watch again and smiled.
"Baby kicking again."
"Must have been the food I ate. The baby is having a field day in there. Oh dear…"
He wrote down her score and reshuffled the deck. "Another game." She smiled wearily to him and agreed. The sighing, the fidgeting, and the need to get up and walk around from time to time, brought a smile to William's lips. He found the need to check his watch every seven minutes.
"How long did that kick last for?"
"A long time. Very active football player in there."
"American football, love."
"Or Soccer player."
"No, footballer."
"Or ballerina. Ouch!" Elizabeth said hastily. "Oh dear, with strong toes."
William stroked her hand. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Baby is extremely active tonight. What time is it?"
"Six-thirty, love."
At that instant, Elizabeth looked at him with wide water-filled eyes, gripped the table and exclaimed, "Good God!"
"I'm phoning the midwife. I suspected you were having contractions." William dialed the midwife's number and she told him that she would be right over -- to keep her active and walking and no more food. However, small sips of clear liquids would suffice.
William helped Elizabeth walk around Pemberley. Mrs. Reynolds was notified that it was time and the house went into an uproar. Georgiana, Jane and Charles were phoned in Boston. Elizabeth managed to talk for a little while to her sister.
After walking around for half-hour, the midwife showed up. She gave Elizabeth a bright smile, then admonished her for her lack of focus and breathing technique.
"William, what sort of coach are you, if you make your wife hyperventilate. Liz, take deep cleansing breaths. Like this." She showed her the correct way, and both William and Elizabeth followed. She turned to William. "What room will she labor in?"
They walked up the stairs, but after taking three, Elizabeth couldn't make it so William carried her. "I don't want to do this. I'm afraid." She whispered in his ear.
"Shhh, Elizabeth, you're doing fine. I'm scared too, love." In between contractions, she gave him a small kiss.
The midwife told William to wash up thoroughly and put on clothes that he didn't mind getting ruined. He would be a helpful participant in the birth of his child. Elizabeth laid on the bed on her side, trying to master the art of breathing correctly. Had she been graded on it, she would have failed.
"The pain is too much, Will. I can't breath."
The midwife came within inches of Elizabeth. "Liz, you must focus. Go to that place that makes you the happiest and think of that. Think of warm water covering your body -- soothingly. Think of making love to your husband, and how that makes you feel."
"That is what brought me here." She cried. Both the midwife and William laughed.
"Oh, blame me, why don't you." He grinned to her.
Elizabeth rolled onto her side, and William started rubbing her back. The midwife sat in a chair reading a magazine. Elizabeth craned her neck, "At least someone is relaxing."
"Elizabeth, it's going to be awhile. Why don't you try and sleep." Mariah, the midwife commented.
"With this pain. How could I possibly relax."
The midwife got up and pulled William to the side to talk to him. He looked at her with a dumbfounded expression after she told him what he should do to help her relax. "Are you sure?"
"Will, I have been doing this for over twenty years. It works."
"And are you supposed to stay in the room?"
She laughed. "No. I will leave and give you the privacy you need. You look skeptical, you think this is farfetched?"
"Well, an ordinary obstetrician wouldn't tell me to get into bed with my wife."
"That is why I am not a doctor. Stroke her and tell her that you love her -- Softly and soothingly. If it brings her pleasure, even better."
William looked at her and laughed. A skeptical laugh, but he was willing. It was going to be a long night, and he would do anything to help Elizabeth relax.
End of Scene III
Epilogue Scene III
Int. Pemberley Bedchamber
Two hours later
William laid beside his wife listening to her calm breathing, softly rubbing her back, talking her through the worst of the pain. She was able to handle the worst, by his soothing touch and voice. If she felt any pleasure from his soft touch, she wasn't letting on. But she was grateful that he took the time to concentrate on her back, that was where the pain had concentrated. Sometimes when she let him he would move from her back and rub her hard stomach, but most of the time she was so sensitive he dared not try.
"Do you remember Italy, Liz?" he said quietly into her ear.
"Yes."
"Remember hearing Nessun Dorma performed live. Pavarotti was magnificent, wasn't he?"
"Yes."
"Remember after walking through the square, looking at the moon, and I remarked how the moon reflected brilliantly in your beautiful eyes."
A contraction came and she couldn't answer, she breathed through it and tried nodding her head. "Do you realize that right now I love you more than anything. You're doing great, love." Contraction ended, and she lightly squeezed his hand.
"I love you, too." She uttered softly.
He continued rubbing her back. "You like hearing the story of my falling in love with you. Would you like to hear it again?" She laughed slightly, and nodded her head. "Okay. You were the first person who called me a pig to my face. You were so fresh faced and naïve. Listening to you sing way off key in the car, how could I not fall in love with you. Wait, before I continue on. Let me tell you how much you mean to me, Elizabeth. Had I not had the memories of you in Japan, love. I would've gone crazy. Is it natural that I love you more than life itself? You helped me get through the bad times with Spring."
She turned over and he saw the tears glistening her eyes. "I can't live without you, ever, Liz."
"Me too." Another contraction and this time she grabbed on to him so tightly. "Push, I have to push."
William jumped out of the bed and called for Mariah. She came up quickly.
"You guys were so quiet in here. Did it work?"
"Yeah, it worked. But now she has the need to push."
"Okay, lets have us a baby."
"She wants music on, Mariah."
"Great. Just make it good."
William laughed. "Beatles, White Album, good enough?"
"Ah, this kid will be born in style. Well go get it." Mariah took care to check Elizabeth's readiness, and she was indeed ready. William came back with CD player and CD, Mariah reminded him to wash up again. He left with a huge smile on his face. He was about to become a daddy.
End of Scene III
Epilogue Scene V
Int. Pemberley Bedroom
Mrs. Reynolds came in as instructed and lit all the pillar candles that she and William had set up previously. Elizabeth was quite adamant about no artificial light. William had the volume to the CD player down low, but when Elizabeth commented the reason she wanted the music was to hear it, he practically blared it. Elizabeth softly started singing "Dear Prudence"
Dear Prudence let me see you smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?
"That's it, Liz." William said when he came back into the room. She looked tiredly at him but happy. She felt a second wind coming and was ready for anything.
"It's not so bad, after all. How many children did you want again?" He came over to her with a big smile and kissed her forehead.
The next song came on and the whole room started singing.
Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in the band
Desmond says to Molly-girl I like your face
And Molly says this is as she takes him by the hand.Obladi oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
Obladi oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on.
Mariah positioned Elizabeth toward the end of the bed and told William to prop her up with pillows. She wanted her so that she was practically sitting or squatting.
Desmond takes a trolley to the jewelers store
Buys a twenty carat golden ring
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing.Obladi oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
Obladi oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
William took the cloth and wiped down Elizabeth's sweaty brow. Elizabeth took a deep breath, held, pushed then exhaled. Mariah and William cheering her on.
In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones.Obladi oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
Obladi oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
Mariah took hold of Elizabeth's hand and pulled her forward, lifting her up. "Remember when laying down you are going against nature, sitting or standing is the best and easiest position. Will, how'd you like to deliver your child?"
"What?!" said both Elizabeth and William.
"Once I get the shoulders out, you take my place and guide your child out. I'll be right beside you." William looked to Elizabeth who laid back against the pillows.
"Will, it's your call. Can you handle it?" Elizabeth said breathlessly. "Oooh, here comes another one." Again Mariah pulled Elizabeth forward and lifted her up.
"Head. I see a head!" Mariah shouted enthusiastically.
Happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she's a singer with the band.
William looked to an exhausted Elizabeth, and became white. "Wait. Can we just hold off here for a moment?"
Both Elizabeth and Mariah exclaimed, "No!"
"Will, if you don't want to deliver your child, that's fine. But you have to come down here and see this."
New track started on the CD player.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
William felt as if the time stopped and slowly headed toward the edge of the bed. He saw Mariah grinning like a Cheshire cat. He took a look. "Oh, God." He groaned.
Mariah turned to him. "Will, don't you get all green on me now. You've been doing wonderfully. Just buck up and take it in stride. This is the creation of life and your child."
Elizabeth held out her hand for him, "Will, I love you."
He shook his head, swallowed and smiled to Elizabeth. "Why not."
Mariah clapped her hands. "In my bag are some rubber gloves, go put them on. Quickly, I've got one shoulder on the way out now." William fumbled around with her bag, put the gloves on and watched as Mariah rotated the baby's head.
"Elizabeth, I see it." He said happily.
"What is it?" she said tiredly.
"Not that far yet, love."
Mariah finished her part and let William take over. He firmly grasped under the shoulders, encouraged Elizabeth to give one more push, and watched the child come into the world.
End of Scene V
Epilogue Scene VI
Int. Pemberley Bedroom
10.57pm
William gasped as he held his son in his arms. Mariah was ready with warm blanket and syringe to clean off the newborn. Elizabeth relaxed against the pillows. Tears streaming down her face. A small, but fierce cry emanated from his small frame.
"What is it?" she asked.
"A boy, Elizabeth. A beautiful baby boy."
"Your son." She said sleepily. "Happy?"
William handed his son to Mariah who instructed him how to cut the umbilical cord. Finished with that, the baby was placed in Elizabeth's arms and allowed to nurse, and William took his place beside Elizabeth.
"I know this is going to feel weird, Liz, but I still need you to push. Not quite so hard as earlier." Mariah pushed down on Elizabeth's stomach. "Good girl, Liz. All done. You did a great job, both of you did a wonderful job."
Mariah took the baby to attend to it. William rang the bell twice notifying the servants that a boy was born, and Mrs. Reynolds came in moments later with a big grin and clean clothes for Elizabeth and baby. Mariah returned the baby to the wanting arms of his mother.
"Look at how small he is." Elizabeth looked at William. "Did you count the fingers and toes?"
William slapped his brow, "I completely forgot." Both parents put the child down to count. When finished, Elizabeth scooped him up close to her.
"He's ours, Will. Yours and mine." Her eyes blazed with love for her husband and child. "Will, thank you. You are the best man a woman could want. You did an incredible job. I won't ever forget your soothing caresses, you birdlike kisses, and your gentle voice."
William held back tears, and smiled the gentlest smile. Softly stroking his wife's brow and his son's back. The child nursed contentedly. "I told you, I would go to the ends of the earth for you and with you. That is how much I love you."
"What I would do without you? What did I do without you." She reached up and touched his face. "You complete me, too."
"So in about six weeks how about we start in on another child?" he said enthusiastically, she stroked him suggestively. "Elizabeth, you must be famished. I had Mrs. Reynolds specially make your favorite, macaroni and cheese."
"You do think of everything, don't you."
"You know I don't just make a bazillion dollars running the hottest bond fund in the world. I also deliver infants and tell people to make macaroni and cheese!"
"We need to call the states and give them the news."
"Before we do that, I have something that I want to give to you."
She smiled to him. "What?"
"I'll be right back." And true to his word he was right back. He presented her with a piece of paper and told her to read it.
Today is the day that changed my life
Today is the day that my wife
brought forth a life
Love, happiness and harmony
Are all that we choose
And to never lose.Today is the day that I realized how much
That everything I thought was important
and such is not; you are my life
and always my wife
that brought forth this life;I christen him Christopher William Darcy
"William!"
"I know it's really bad. But I thought Christopher was a great name. Oh Liz, Christopher Darcy has a wonderful ring to it."
Tears poured down her cheeks again. "Not the name, you dummy. The poem. I love it -- as corny as it is!"
"So do I get Christopher William Darcy."
"Yes, you get Christopher William Darcy. But I get Isabella Constance Darcy in about ten months!"
"I say you have a deal." He kissed her again and again and again.
End of Scene VI