-As usual, I do not own any of these characters, I'm just borrowing them, blah, blah, blah, blah

-As usual, I do not own any of these characters, I'm just borrowing them, blah, blah, blah, blah.

-"The Right Man" By Christina Aguilera

-As always, reviews are greatly appreciated.

The Right Man

Jane stood in the mirror as the maid placed the veil on her head.

"If I may say so, miss, you look lovely" the maid offered.

"Thank you" Jane replied quietly as the maid exited the room.

So many years have gone by
Always strong, tried not to cry

She had known from an early age that she was not welcome in her aunt's home. She was an orphan, a burden, a reminder of Mrs. Reed's broken promise to her late husband to raise Jane as her own. Then at Lowood, ostracized and demonized by Mr. Brocklehurst, her life so far had been far from easy. Forcing herself to remain strong and not show too much emotion had been her the only way to survive.


Never felt like I needed any man
To comfort me in life

As she herself had stated it, she was poor and plain, without a fortune, beauty or prospects to properly introduce her to any eligible men. Marriage, especially a marriage of love, seemed a distant possibility and she had steeled herself to the fact that she might never marry.


But I'm all made up today
A veil upon my face

But she was a bride today. Her groom was unexpected. Edward Rochester, master of Thornfield and her soon to be former employer, was nearly 20 years her senior. He was coarse and gruff and she didn't know what to make of him at first. But somehow, she had began to see past the cold exterior and beneath that was a man full of life and passion.


But no father stands beside me
To give his bride away

Her father was dead, as was her mother. Her only living relation was Mrs. Reed and that had always been a difficult relationship. So she walked alone to meet him.


Well I'm standing in the chapel
Wearing my white dress
I have waited for this moment
With tears of happiness

Her emotions, usually kept at bay, were easily read.

"Jane" he met her at the bottom of the stairs.

"Sir" she replied shyly, casting her eyes down from his, knowing that was the last time she would ever refer to him like that.

"Jane, my love, what is this, we are to be wed" he lifted her face up until her eyes met his, then gently wrapped her hand around into his own.

"We are, Edward" she allowed him to guide outside, where the carriage was waiting for them.

Here I leave behind my past
By taking the chance
I've finally found the right man

Jane Eyre, the orphan, unwanted and unloved would soon become Jane Rochester with a loving husband and a child to call her own.

Thoughts racing fast through my mind
As I'm gazing down the aisle

She watched as the church came into view and for a moment a chill ran down her neck. With the tall, white steeple and the gleaming cross in the sky, it reminded her of her first view of Lowood.

That my future will mend the memories
Torn between father and child

But this was no Lowood and the man beside her was not Mr. Brocklehurst. The child she had been the day she entered Lowood was not the woman who she had become.


My emotions overload
'Cause there is no hand to hold
There's no shoulder here to lean on
I'm walking all on my own

Her heart was beating faster as she walked to meet Edward and the priest.


Here I go

"You look beautiful" he whispered as she priest began to speak.

Now I'm standing at four corners
To have and to hold
Now my love, you stand beside me
To walk life's winding road
And I owe it all to you
For taking the chance
You've shown me there's a right man
'Cause I never knew a right man

"Thank you" she replied as her hand was wrapped firmly around his.


Well I'm standing in the chapel
Ready to confess
That I've waited for this moment
With tears of happiness
Now I leave behind my past
By taking the chance

Ohh

"Do you, Jane Eyre, take this man, Edward Fairfax Rochester, to be your husband, to love and cherish, honor and obey, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" the priest asked.

"I do" she replied solemnly.

"Do you, Edward Fairfax Rochester, take this woman, Jane Eyre, to be your wife, to love and cherish, in sick and in health, till death do you part?".

"I do".


Well I'm standing at four corners
To have and to hold
Now my love, you stand beside me
To walk life's winding road
And I owe it all to you
For taking the chance

The priest continued on with the ceremony, but her focus was not on him, but the man who was about to become her husband.


And one day my little girl
Will reach out her hand
She'll know I found the right man

Since the day he had proposed a month ago, she had often thought about what their children might be like. Perhaps their daughter might have her father's bright blue eyes. Her children would have a different live than she had, they would be given the love and the opportunities that she had only dreamed of as a child.

Then her dreams came to an abrupt halt.

"Are there are any who object to this marriage?" the priest asked.

"I do" the voice thundered in the nearly empty church.

"Mason" Edward thundered, turning around.

"On what grounds?" the priest asked.

"This man is already married".

To be continued…