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As Abigail waited in the dark in Box 5, she wondered what she should expect in a married life with Ivan. They had agreed to run away with each other, but Ivan did not mention as to where they were going to runaway to. Abigail had always desired to visit America. Perhaps that was where Ivan and she where going to run off to.
Another matter was children. How many? Boy or girl? How were they to support them? Although, Ivan has collected money from the theatre owners over the years, they could live off that if they were smart. What would they look like? Maybe a sweet little girl with Ivan's pale blond hair and her blue eyes, or a little boy with his father's violet eyes and pale hair with his mother's personality. Then there was a matter of names. Abigail liked Alfred or Matthew for a boy. Ivan could pick the names he wanted for the girls.
A hand grabbed her shoulder and Abigail let out a short sqeak and whispered "Ghost!"
Ivan chucked. "How did you know it was me?"
"I didn't. You scared me."
"You should have been paying attention."
"I was but then I started thinking about where we would go and the children and who they would take after and, why are you smiling?"
"Just thinking of a sweet little girl that takes after her mother, that's all. We should go if we don't want to get caught." Ivan took her hand and led her away.
They walked in silence down the empty street.
"Ivan, could it be possible that we wait to runaway? We are in the middle of a production and I-
"Of course we can wait. Anything for you, my sunflower. I want you to be happy."
"Thank you Ivan. When it is done, I could say that I need a holiday and we could go then."
Ivan nodded in agreement.
They reached a small church and went inside. They saw the Priest finishing up the midnight mass and decided to wait until Father Feliciano was alone.
After a few agonizing moments, they approached the Father.
"Father Feliciano, would you please marry us? Right now?" Abigail asked sweetly.
The Priest looked between the two of them. Mostly at Abigail because Ivan scared him.
"Ve, why do you want to get married in the middle of the night? Don't you want to have a wedding where all you family and friends are celebrating with you?"
"Father, I'm afraid that we don't have any family and we just want a quiet wedding." Ivan explained.
"We want to have a small wedding with God as our witness." Abigail added.
A small group of nuns walked in.
"My dear child, God will always be your witness, whether you have a grand wedding or a small one. I'll marry you two. Sister Alice, will you keep me from being disturbed?"
A short nun with larger than normal eyebrows nodded and led the rest of the sisters out.
And so, Ivan and Abigail exchanged their vows under a stain glass window of Jeanne d'Arc, with only two witnesses: Father Feliciano and God.
To say that Arthur was surprised to see that Abigail was at rehearsals the following days after he thought her to leave him forever, was an understatement. Granted, he hid his feelings well and didn't run up to her and spin her around like she was a doll. Oh no, that would be much too ungentlemanly. And it certainly did not take various threats from Renee and Antonio and Gilbert working together to pull him off her. Oh no. That never happened.
Yes it did and Arthur is not allowed to be in the same room as her.
Then Mathias broke his leg and they were forced to cancel the production until his leg will be good enough to move again.
It was about two months into her marriage with Ivan when Abigail noticed something was wrong.
She was late.
As Abigail was internally panicking, Madeleine came up to her with a shiny diamond ring on her finger. Showing the world that she was now no longer a chorus girl, but a Lady married to Gilbert.
"I'm pregnant." Madeleine whispered to Abigail.
"How can you tell?" Maybe Abigail herself was pregnant.
"I was late and oh my goodness, mother is going to kill Gilbert! She said that she didn't want grandchildren until we were married a year!" Madeleine was stressing over telling her mother.
"Madeleine, listen to me, I want you to take a deep breath. Your mother will not make you a widow. She may want to, but she will not. Not unless she wants her grandchild to be without a father." Abigail reasoned.
"Alright, Gilbert and I will tell her tonight."
Madeliene went to find her husband just as Abigail went to find hers.
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"I think I may be pregnant."
Ivan stared at her in shock. There was his sunflower, his wife, telling him that she may be pregnant.
"Please say something, anything."
"I, I am overwhelmed, how can I possibly say something that can't fit all the words that I want to express when I know that they will never match the feelings I have? I am happy! I am nervous, I am surprised, I am scared that I will not be good enough for the little one and everyday I have fell more in love with you than before, but now that we are going to have a child? This is the most that I have ever loved you and this doesn't even compare with tomorrow!"
Ivan kissed his wife, now crying tears of joy.
"I don't think that I'll show until about two months. We could go to Sweden until the baby is born. I would like to visit my mother and brother's graves for Christmas. I will need to be back because they will not change the cast or let anyone drop out. So I am stuck in the play."
"Don't worry my love, after the performance, we'll take the baby and finally run away."
Ivan gave her one last kiss before she had to go back to the world of theatre.