Finally I'm updating this LOL
Obviously, the baby needs to be named Moritz soooo...
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(and no, I don't own Spring Awakening)
It had been two weeks since the birth of their son. Wendla and Melchior were living on their own in the hayloft. Melchior's father had a new barn built for the animals, and Wendla and Melchior got the old one. It wasn't completely pleasent, but their parents were being kind enough to let them be together.
Raising a child was much harder then they expected. The baby always needed to be nursed or held or changed. And he almost always was crying. That beautiful sound that Melchior so cherished on his son's first day of life was now a noise that made him cringe. He had stopped school to help with the baby, but would go back for the next term. Wendla doubted she would ever go back, not with a child to tend to.
"Melchior," Wendla called, "I'm so tired. Once the baby is fed, can you hold him? I need some rest. Did you know I haven't slept at all these past two days?"
"Now that isn't smart, is it, Wendla?" he asked.
"There's nothing I can do about it. The baby always needs me."
"I offer to help you," Melchior reminds her, "but you always want to do everything yourself."
"He's my baby and I am his mother."
"Yes, and I am his father." He sighed. "Just finish nursing and then I will take him."
Wendla did as she was told and then handed off the child to Melchior so she could rest. He cradled the child in his arms, rocking him back and forth. "My little Moritz," he whispered. He thought about his best friend, what he would have thought of the child. He thought that Moritz would act as Ilse had, coming to visit and bringing along a few presents. He pictured his friend holding the child, playing with him as he got older. Just imagining it could bring tears to his eyes.
Moritz would be proud of me, Melchior thought. He would be happy for me and Wendla. And our child.
One night, Wendla and Melchior had to meet with their parents to discuss their wedding. Wendla had regained her strength, and as Herr Gabor said, the sooner they got married, the better. The children set the sleeping baby into a cradle in the Gabor's parlor room and sat down for the meeting.
"Let's get right to the point," Herr Gabor said. "I have arranged for a Saturday wedding at the Church. I was not about to make this a public affair, so you are to be married at ten o'clock in the evening. Frau Gabor, Frau Bergman and I will be your witnesses. If you would like to invite a few friends, go ahead, but I doubt anyone will come out to show their support. You will say your vows, then we will all go home and go to sleep."
"So basically you planned a secret wedding?" Melchior asked. "What was the point of all this waiting then?"
"Melchior," Frau Gabor interjected, "we are only doing what is right."
"And what about my dress?" Wendla asked softly.
"I have gotten you some fabric," her mother told her. "You are to make it yourself."
"But Saturday is three days away! How am I to make the perfect wedding dress in such a short time?"
"I don't know. You just...will."
"I hope you are satisfied with this arrangement," Melchior's father said, standing. "Then again, you don't really have a choice." He went upstairs, passing the baby's basket. The child immediately started crying. Wendla hurried to take the baby in her arms.
"I'll be heading home," Frau Bergman said suddenly, rushing out the door. Melchior joined Wendla in comforting the child.
"You two are so natural with him," Frau Gabor said with a warm smile. She had been the most supportive out of all of the adults. "And I do apologize for the wedding arrangements. You know I would have loved planning something lovely, but you must understand our position. We cannot possibly condone your behavior those nine months ago, and by letting you have that extravagent wedding, well, it would seem as though we did approve. Oh, and Wendla, do not hesitate to ask me for help with your dress. I'm confident the dress will be perfect, even without much work. Goodnight." She went up the stairs to join her husband. Wendla looked on longingly. She soon would have a husband to join in bed. Melchior insisted on sleeping on floor until they were married. But soon, that would all change. Soon they would be man and wife. And Wendla could not wait.
Saturday came much faster than they all anticipated. Melchior and the families had already left for the Church. Now Ilse was helping Wendla dress in her old room. They talked about regular girl things as they laced each other dresses and boots.
"Have you heard that saying about a bride on her wedding day?" Ilse asked, pulling Wendla's hair up onto her head. "They say she needs something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue."
"Well," Wendla said, "my dress is new and my stockings are old. I borrowed the veil from Melchior's mother. But I don't have anything blue."
"Let's see." Ilse looked through Wendla's jewelry box. "Oh, I've found something." She showed the hair pin with a cluster of blue jewels on the end. "We can use this." After fixing Wendla's hair into a neat bun, she fastened it in place with a collection of hair pins, but made sure the blue jewels were sticking out and visible. "You look beautiful," she said.
"Thank you." Wendla looked herself over one last time in the mirror. "Do you suppose we're ready to go?"
"I suppose we are." And they set off, unfortunately having to walk all the way to the Church.
Melchior stood waiting at the altar in his best clothes, waiting for his Wendla to walk down the aisle. Finally, the lone organ player began the wedding march. From behind the church doors appeared first Ilse, being Wendla's maid of honor. Her dress was a soft green with layers and layers of lace ruffles. She looked lovely, but not as beautiful as Wendla. She fell into step behind Ilse. Her dress had the classic Victorian feel, with the high neck and long train. But it was a dress perfect for Wendla, with ruffles on the bodice and the silk being split over a layer of lace. Her face was covered by a veil, but you could still see her beautiful smile. Any nervousness Melchior had felt before now melted away.
Wendla took her place beside Melchior and the ceremony began. The pastor talked on and on about what a sacred covenant marriage was, most likely just to poke fun at their situation. But finally, it was time for their vows.
"I, Melchior, take you, Wendla, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for rich or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, from this day forward until death do us part."
"And I, Wendla, take you, Melchior, to my be husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for rich or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, from this day forward until death do us part."
"Under the eyes of God, I now pronounce you man and wife," the pastor said. "You may kiss your bride."
Melchior smiled as he gently lifted the veil from Wendla's face and they shared the perfect, sweetest kiss. The organ sounded again and they processed out of the church, this time man and wife.
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