*~:Sighs: Okay first I have a few things to clear up. I know how hard it is
to read this horrible formatting, but my computer is soooo horribly messing
up that at the moment no matter how many times I space it, it still comes
up in one big blob when I upload it, ill try to fix the chapters when my
computer is possessed my the devil. ^-^. Oh and I know that for those of
you who read what is supposed to be chapter two; I also realize that the
chapters somehow became reversed, and the whole "they are engaged, but yet
Evy is already pregnant that seems out of character.." ect. I'm going to
have a flashback in this chapter to explain all of that, heh. I hope you
guys like this chapter. REVIEW!!!!!!! As I tend to say for everything I
post, review or I probably won't add to it. Heh. ^-^*~
Staring up at the ceiling, with her hand yet again resting on her barely swelling stomach, and the other twisting a long curly lock of hair around her tiny finger, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wonder back to the night that they had, erm, well, created the child, as she then chose to think of it as. Ahem, anyways. It had been the night that he had proposed to her, she remembered it perfectly. Him bending down on one knee, clutching her tiny cool hands in his own large ones, staring up at her with such love and respect and admiration in his eyes, that she felt her knees goes weak and her heart pounding hard in her chest before he even said the words. Grinning up at her, he first gently kissed the tops of her hands, and then tenderly massaged her palms with his fingertips. "Evelyn, I have something that I need to ask you." Just those very words had made her begin to shake, and he had felt the tremble echo through her whole body. "Yes, Rick?" she said in a anxious, hushed voice, excitement and fear and love had been glimmering in her eyes all at once then and he knew that he would never forget that imagine of her, it would be forever embedded in his mind, the way her curls had fallen around her body like a halo and the way her smile had seemed to of brightened up the whole of the midnight blue sky dotted with silver stars behind them. That slightly crooked little smile that he loved so much. "Will you marry me, my Evelyn?" He said, his heart pounding so hard in his chest and his hands clutching hers so tightly, he was lucky she didn't jump back and pull her hands away from him, squealing that he has cutting off the circulation in her hands. Blinking back tears of joy, she bent down onto her knees and curled up in his arms before whispering into his ear, "Of course I will, I love you Rick." The rest of the night she remembered with a bitter sweet pleasure, had been spent wrapped up in each other's arms, feeling the love and passion that they had felt for each other; how-ever long before they were willing to admit it, ever since that first kiss in Cairo prison. She also remembered waking up the next morning, still wrapped up in his strong, protective arms, gently nudging him awake and then, as awkward as it had seemed at first, talking about what they had down. Evelyn had simply explained that although she loved him and wanted nothing more then to marry him, she wanted to wait until their wedding night before, erm, making love again. At first he had looked at her kinda funny, but then agreed and they curled back up into each other's arms and stayed that way through much of that morning. Sighing, present day Evy wondered if her parents would be disappointed with her, and wondered what Johnathan would say... She supposed it could of been worse, she reasoned that they had been engaged and that it had been a night that they both became "too swept up into the passion" to restrain themselves; a phrase she had come across in many of those small, trashy romance novels that she had read when she had nothing else around, or when she was in the waiting rooms and of course no one she knew was around... Anyways, she shook her head and sat up in bed, straightening up her blouse and grabbing her locket that still hung from the golden chain around her neck and clicked it open. Looking down at their pictures, she wondered what they would say, how they would react. Then again, she reasoned to herself, if they had lived, my whole life would of been different, and I may of never met my Rick...
*~Okay I know this was really short and all, but I thought I should write some kind of a flash-back/Evy's feelings type thing. If you'd like, I can continue with the actual story and explain about the whole Ardeth and Rick thing, so if you would like to see more, please review! Oh and the whole pregnancy thing is actually harder then it seems to write for Evelyn's character, so please forgive me if some of the stuff you cant imagine her saying/doing. REVIEW!!!!!!!!*~
Staring up at the ceiling, with her hand yet again resting on her barely swelling stomach, and the other twisting a long curly lock of hair around her tiny finger, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wonder back to the night that they had, erm, well, created the child, as she then chose to think of it as. Ahem, anyways. It had been the night that he had proposed to her, she remembered it perfectly. Him bending down on one knee, clutching her tiny cool hands in his own large ones, staring up at her with such love and respect and admiration in his eyes, that she felt her knees goes weak and her heart pounding hard in her chest before he even said the words. Grinning up at her, he first gently kissed the tops of her hands, and then tenderly massaged her palms with his fingertips. "Evelyn, I have something that I need to ask you." Just those very words had made her begin to shake, and he had felt the tremble echo through her whole body. "Yes, Rick?" she said in a anxious, hushed voice, excitement and fear and love had been glimmering in her eyes all at once then and he knew that he would never forget that imagine of her, it would be forever embedded in his mind, the way her curls had fallen around her body like a halo and the way her smile had seemed to of brightened up the whole of the midnight blue sky dotted with silver stars behind them. That slightly crooked little smile that he loved so much. "Will you marry me, my Evelyn?" He said, his heart pounding so hard in his chest and his hands clutching hers so tightly, he was lucky she didn't jump back and pull her hands away from him, squealing that he has cutting off the circulation in her hands. Blinking back tears of joy, she bent down onto her knees and curled up in his arms before whispering into his ear, "Of course I will, I love you Rick." The rest of the night she remembered with a bitter sweet pleasure, had been spent wrapped up in each other's arms, feeling the love and passion that they had felt for each other; how-ever long before they were willing to admit it, ever since that first kiss in Cairo prison. She also remembered waking up the next morning, still wrapped up in his strong, protective arms, gently nudging him awake and then, as awkward as it had seemed at first, talking about what they had down. Evelyn had simply explained that although she loved him and wanted nothing more then to marry him, she wanted to wait until their wedding night before, erm, making love again. At first he had looked at her kinda funny, but then agreed and they curled back up into each other's arms and stayed that way through much of that morning. Sighing, present day Evy wondered if her parents would be disappointed with her, and wondered what Johnathan would say... She supposed it could of been worse, she reasoned that they had been engaged and that it had been a night that they both became "too swept up into the passion" to restrain themselves; a phrase she had come across in many of those small, trashy romance novels that she had read when she had nothing else around, or when she was in the waiting rooms and of course no one she knew was around... Anyways, she shook her head and sat up in bed, straightening up her blouse and grabbing her locket that still hung from the golden chain around her neck and clicked it open. Looking down at their pictures, she wondered what they would say, how they would react. Then again, she reasoned to herself, if they had lived, my whole life would of been different, and I may of never met my Rick...
*~Okay I know this was really short and all, but I thought I should write some kind of a flash-back/Evy's feelings type thing. If you'd like, I can continue with the actual story and explain about the whole Ardeth and Rick thing, so if you would like to see more, please review! Oh and the whole pregnancy thing is actually harder then it seems to write for Evelyn's character, so please forgive me if some of the stuff you cant imagine her saying/doing. REVIEW!!!!!!!!*~