A/N: A/N: I sincerely wish it was just a few bad reviews from Guests. That I can endure. I've had another PM threatening to report my stories all over my author notes. I have explained to this person my READERS have not had any issue and it's poor behavior in my opinion for other Fanfiction authors to report stories. They're mad I made Thank You chapters that were just an AN and I have since taken them down. But the last PM did say they were giving me a few weeks to change.

I Plan to finish out Trappings. Then all chapters of future works and my backlist are going up on my site. I will leave my stories up. But if this organized group reports them, there's nothing I can do. In my research, this group is why whole other forums were created... The status of the book is it's all written, I've been through it once and this chapter and the remaining ones are with my editor. I can't promise my Fanfiction profile is going to stay, I wrote a very strongly worded PM back. I am pretty livid still that they think I just post here to boost my sales, of course, . . . ::Sarcasm::that's why I leave the stories up. ::Sarcasm:: Shaking my head.

So here's the deal. I'm posting all of it. The whole rest of it. It's raw and slightly unedited so if somebody tried to publish it ahead of me I'll definitely know where it came from... but I'd rather those who can't afford my story get it all before an angry group on FF gets my account erased and because it will take me some time to get everything up on my site.

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Crisp, morning dew dampened the skirts of Kitty Bennet as she waited nervously outside of the small chapel next to Netherfield Park. She stood with her two sisters, Mary and Lydia Bennet, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she craned her neck to watch for the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Bingley. When she had heard of the arrival of the Bennet carriage, Kitty hastened out of the main house to join her family at the chapel, but the conversation with her sisters had remained stilted. Her parents barely acknowledged her before walking inside with her father uncharacteristically relying on her mother for support. Kitty peppered Lydia with a whispered question.

"Does Papa's hand shake so regularly?" Kitty's anxiety did cover not only her father's health but also her upcoming role in the service. She was to stand up as a godparent for both babes, as her Aunt and Uncle Philips were to take the oath as godparents for little Lynn and Mr. and Mrs. Hurst for young Charlie. Netherfield Park nearly filled to the brim between the Bingleys, the Gardiners, the Phillipses and the Hursts. The nursery now numbered seven children under the nurses care with four of them not yet breeched.

Lydia ignored Kitty's question and spoke to Mary instead.

"I should hate when we have to go into that stuffy little chapel. It is much nicer out-of-doors." Lydia looked up high at the rising sun threatening to bake all of them in the last days of August. The smell of freshly cut grass assaulted girls' senses and the symphony of morning bird calls quieted to a low, insect buzzing of a summer's day.

"I cannot fathom why our niece and nephew are not to be christened in Meryton like the rest of us. No one would think to look for their records here. Mr. Bingley is only leasing," Mary griped.

Kitty stood up slightly straighter and bristled at the criticism of a man who had treated her no less than a full sister.

"There is a possibility that Mr. Bingley might purchase Netherfield Park. Besides, our family line has a connection by marriage to many of the houses in our surrounding county. No family can live two hundred years in a place without uniting amongst themselves." Kitty snapped at Mary with annoyance, but then remembered her original aim. "Have you noticed Papa being ill? He practically leaned upon Mama to enter the chapel."

Before Mary could answer, voices and movement attracted the attention of all three of the women waiting patiently for the procession into the chapel. The Bingleys, with Jane relying on the support of her husband and followed by nurses carrying little Lynn and Charlie, began the short, dignified walk from the main entrance over to the east side where the chapel lay quaintly near the edge of a copse of trees. Kitty could not help herself from smiling at the joy of Jane's triumph when her other two sisters continue to sour the day with their complaints.

"Finally they come! I doubt there was any real reason to keep all of us delayed out here."

"It was Papa's choice to have the carriage taken straight to the chapel. I am certain if you had come inside properly, we all might have waited more comfortably," Kitty retorted, a smile still plastered on her face so Jane could not see her distress.

"Mr. Bingley is lucky that Papa even agreed to give his blessing after the insults that Mr. Bingley has held against our father," Mary countered.

"You know nothing of what you speak." Kitty turned her face to scold her older sister. "Do the two of you not care that our family is fractured? Or have you both just enjoyed having our parents' attentions all to yourself?"

Lydia dramatically touched her hand to her forehead as the christening party neared. "All this talk gives me such a headache. You can't very well yell at us for breaking the family apart when you refuse to live at home. Everyone else gets to stay at Netherfield Park, but we were not invited. I only wish the christening had been in Meryton as well. More interesting people might have attended," Lydia finished.

Kitty pressed her lips into a thin line and thought bitterly about the painting upstairs that she hoped to present to her mother and father at the breakfast planned in honor of Jane and the twins. Her two sisters' acrimony took her aback, but she didn't want to have Jane hear them fighting and so she remained silent. She brightened when Mr. Bingley approached and greeted Kitty first before nodding to Mary and Lydia, a small lift of precedence over her sister Mary that vindicated Kitty's feelings of hurt.

Jane and Charles entered the chapel doors, and Kitty waited for the Hursts to follow and then her aunt and uncle. Kitty took her place with Lydia and Mary following her for once. Her sisters would not stand for the ceremony christening the babes but unofficially asserted their rights by following after the official grandparents mostly through the procession until joining their parents to sit in the very first pew.

The vicar began reading from the book of Common Prayer and the small congregation of family and upper staff of Netherfield Park affirmed their faith through the Trinity and professed as a congregation to protect and uphold young Lynn and Charles. Benediction was given unto the Lord for Jane's safe delivery, and Kitty observed Jane's face as the vicar blessed the Bingleys to have many more children. Although Jane's expression remained serene, Kitty could not help notice that her sister's nostrils slightly flared at the prospect of more children so soon after the painful delivery of the twins and it appeared Mr. Bingley had gripped Jane's arm slightly tighter.

But to her great disappointment, Kitty's parents remained cool as stone. Distracted by the slight drooping of her father's left eyelid and corner of his lip, her artistic nature could not help but to study faces. She dwelled on the change in her father's appearance and nearly missed her lines.

"Will you by your prayers and witness help this child to grow into the full stature of Christ?" the vicar asked. Kitty quickly remembered to chime in with the Hursts as little Charlie was baptized first.

"I will, with the help of God," the trio of voices said. And Kitty listened more carefully so she would not miss her cue on little Lynn.

As they began to sing the final hymn to close the christening service, Kitty found herself silently praying for guidance on how to heal her fractured family and to her surprise, suddenly felt a new resolve. Hesitation crept over her heart and whispered that today was not the right day to present her mother with her painting of the Bennet daughters. Her gift would be instrumental in serving her family's reconciliation, but she felt it best to wait when individual hearts were not so pained by the division.

The only saving grace Kitty could spy was her mother so desperately wishing to faun over the babies but restricted herself to the care of her father. Mr. Bingley left Jane's side to welcome Mr. and Mrs. Bennet personally.

Peacefully, they all walked back to Netherfield Park for the breakfast. Mary and Lydia walked together to the exclusion of Kitty who found herself walking with the nurses and helping to steer all of the children back. In the back of her mind, she heard echoes of her friend's prediction that she would end up an old maid, but still found such a future to mean more time for her art. This cheered Kitty as she took the hand of the smallest Gardiner cousin and enjoyed a lively skip down the gravel trail leading to the grand stairs of the manor house.