In the study of a small, yet charming manner, a young man paced relentlessly across the room, wringing his hands in anticipation. He could hear the telltale sounds of pain being made by his wife. Would the birth go well for his wife? Would he have a son, to whom the house would be entailed to, or a daughter, who was useless in that aspect but still a wonderful thing?
It was about midnight when the shrieks of a newborn filled the house. A maid, who had been assisting in the birth, came down to the study to congratulate the young man on the birth of his child.
"Sir," said she. The young man looked up. "Your wife is asking for you."
The young man nodded curtly in response and dashed up the stairs, for once eager to see his wife and his new child. He knock softly at the door of the bedroom, and after being let in, he was greeted by a sight which he would privately remember as one of the most beautiful things he had seen in his life. His wife sat in bed, holding a baby girl in her arms
"My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady. "Unfortunately, I have produced a daughter, though I daresay she is beautiful enough that she will be able to marry well when she is of age." For once, Mr. Bennet did not tease his wife on her silliness. Indeed, he was much too overwhelmed by the beautiful baby girl that he took into his arms.
"What shall we call such a lovely creature, Mrs. Bennet?" murmured he.
"Jane, I think. It's a pretty name. Jane Dorothy Bennet. What do you think of it?
"Yes, Mrs. Bennet, it is a very fine name. A very fine name indeed." For hours, man and wife sat together, forgetting their past quarrels and vexations to share in something beautiful that they had both created. And so, on May 6, in 1790, at precisely 12:12 at night, the lovely Jane Bennet came into the world.
Disclaimer: Not mine. It's Jane Austen's.
Author's note: Short, sweet, and to the point. For the past two months I have suffered from major writers block and lost inspiration. But now my ideas are starting to flow again, and I actually have the drive to write them down. So, I am back and better than ever! (Which isn't much, but I was dying to use that phrase)
Peace!
Erica