Bridget's side:

Suddenly realize that wedding is over and I'm Mrs. Bridget Darcy or will I be Bridget Jones Darcy. Maybe Mark will be really offended if I should use my professional name. Perhaps he will see it as a form of rejection and then he will chuck me and feel really rejected, that personally all I wanted him for was to procreate. Actually it says in Making Your Marriage Ston...

"Bridget...Bridget" I was given quite a start only to look up and see him looking at me with his hand out asking for us to do the traditional first dance, honestly felt like Cinderella only dress won't be reduced to rags hopefully, and Mark's BMW will not become pumpkin.

He took me to the floor, "What were you thinking about, you seem, well rather distracted ?" "

"Oh nothing just thinking of our future." He smiled and there were those killer dimples as he pulled me closer to him and placed his forehead up against mine.

Oh love to love him. He has been so utterly affectionate these last few hours, but how long does this last?

Song ended and saw Magda as I excused myself from Mark, What is that over there, but Mum and Una whispering. Had to take double glance as thought I saw them pull out knitting needles and squinty bifocals to knit baby booties..Wot at my wedding no less?

Turned to see Mark speaking with Giles.

"I know Una, this is all to exciting." "But Bridget she drags her feet nearly all the time, so I suppose her and Mark will become some childless couple." "I mean really he is not getting any younger and well Bridget will soon being going menopausal, yes it is a sad state of affairs." Nodding her head as they looked at me approaching over their bifocals.

"Well you know advancements in medical science just may be the saving grace for these two, what with fertility medicine and..."

"Mum and Una hi, are those baby booties I see in your hands?" I said suspecting they would say something rude.

"Well darling just keeping our hands nimble, it helps you know with the arthritis." She smiled and then giving me a perfuntionary kiss as to appease me.

Little does she know I heard what they had to say, what does she want me to do take Mark in the middle of the reception just to prove how virile he is, first she is appalled by our display at the chapel and now she is inferring that he is nearly impotent. But I wonder how long will it be before he is impotent? Bridget, silly Bridget, just stop you are marrying a delectable posh male toddy who happens to be a human rights lawyer.

Mark's Side:

"Mark, congratulations on marrying our little Bridget," Tom looked at me sizing me up from head to foot, as if he was about to ask me on a date, I'm running the other way.

Just as I turn to go away, Shazza and Jude, fast approaching at 3 o'clock, practically pouring themselves over to where I stood. "Mark what a dear man to allow Bridget such a posh affair," they almost simultaneously started to snog me on the spot. Backed a way a bit as to avoid toxic fumes as if one person opened a lighter near us I believe they would spontaneously combust at once.

"Why we should be mad at you for taking our Bridget, but alas I'm sure you will insure her happiness," again Tom said as his eyes were averted to my nether regions. Why is it I always feel he is undressing me with his eyes.

In fact if you would not mind might we would like to have a chat with you, suddenly envisioned myself in dank sterile room as Dating War Command surrounded me firing off questions at me from all sides. Jude continuously weeping that I was stealing their friend, Shazza firing off some incomprehensible questions as to how I was going to keep her happy and that if I should shag anything other than Bridget, that I would be incapable of ever siring children in the future, and Tom as I stood up to leave groped my arse as if he was sizing it up. Gaah! Realized bad dream and went to excuse my self when I turned around with my champagne only to spill it over Bridget.

Bridget's side:

"I don't know what is wrong with him, first he is greeting us, and then he falls into a daze and quickly jerks to spill champagne all over Bridget," really maybe they both suited for each other.

"Darling I'm so sorry, so sorry." Taking a napkin to try to wipe off but only made it worse.

Bridget walked away rather abruptly worried it would stain. Urban family walked with her, " Bridget at least he could come with you, afraid you will become uninteresting and will be fending for yourself as he will be consumed with his smug friends and collegues."

Turned around, "I would thank you to keep your comments to yourselves, it you cannot support are union, perhaps...perhaps you just need to leave..." they looked at each other in a moments pause and I walked into lounge room..

"Oh God..Oh God...I've just chucked them..." went outside to see them leaving..Brilliant Bridget you will never see them again, but then again what they said was not nice. "Will he forget all about me, will I become the old ball and chain, and how can I compete...?" "Bridget, Bridget silly Bridget pull yourself together.."

Mark's view:

Worried looking and looking for her still I have several people wanting to talk, and there is Bridget's side who want to get to know me. "Darling Mark, this is Bridget's 2nd cousin once removed, Alistair, yes he is a top notch human rights barrister you know." Mrs. Jones smiling and showing me off as if I'm some stuffed wild game to be mounted in trophy room. Ugggh! No, suddenly have 1st cousins, 2nd cousins, and third cousins surrounding me. Now I really feel like laboratory mouse ready to be dissected. I smiled and shook hands but for the life of me it all became Chinese whispers.. "If you will excuse me I have to go help Bridget with..." "Nonsense Mark, shouldn't the Mother of the Bride have at least one dance." I relented to her request, well this seems to be painless until Una came behind me and I was sort of sandwiched in between the two. How much more do I have to endure, (smile Darcy), then it happened Mrs. Jones (my mother-in-law) let her hand wander down to feel me up, while Una obliged the other cheek.."ummm," stopping during the dance stuttering, " you know I I have to to really go to the um um go find Bridget..." and I ran as fast as I could to find her. Got glimpse of her through window still working on stain..

Bridget's View

"Can't believe it new Vera Wang completely covered in champagne, will this stain ever come out. Probably not...," muttering to myself till I heard the door and there he was.."Mark.."

Falling to the floor on his knee, "I'm so sorry for staining your dress, here let me help." He started helping and he was actually quite successful as he had a stain remover pen tucked into his pocket. He said it was standard and that he really never left without one because in court he never knew if he might spill his coffee..Oh my, is he always so sufficient..

"Mark you look well a little disheveled, are you ok?" Passing her hand lovingly through the curls in my hair.

Could not tell her about her Mother, "Bridget, how would you...?"

"How would you what?"

Pausing and finding composure, "How would you like to leave right now, the car is outside and we could start our Honeymoon right away..." he looked at me with absolute boyish vulnerability..

"But the reception and the cake," or his eyes were goo now..."Oh who wants the calories, receptions are really for the parents."

Pausing, "Ok, I was about to get up when he picked me up carrying me as Mr. Darcy might have if he swooped Elizabeth off her feet.

He checked to see, no one was looking. Placed me in the car and just as he was about to get in the front seat, "Mark..." it was Mum waving at us. Mark really picked up speed and got in the front seat locked the doors leaned over and snogged me senseless and placing the car in drive left her and the rest in the dust...

"Ooooh! Stupied Friends Stupied Bridget for Any Of My Doubts..He really wants me!" "I'm not an old ball and chain.."