OH my! Have made mad get-away leaving Mum and Una literally in dust.

Mark kept glancing over at me, taking his hand and raising it to his lips and giving me small kisses from time to time.

Pulling into Heathrow, "Mark I have not changed."

"No worries darling have garment bag in boot, will take suitcase and bag to business lounge where you will be able to change.

Goody, now have husband who thinks of everything.

We get there and I walk into woman's toilet, I mean lounge. Hybrid professional women who dress like men, perhaps there is a gender confusion issue in professional world that I'm not aware of, perhaps should investigate this more when finish Honeymoon. Again they stared at me from over bifocals..."Excuse me wedding day on my way to Honeymoon and need to change." They threw a smug glance shifting noses in air and walked out. Oh my, wait, needed three people to get into dress, now all alone and am having difficulty with zipper, arm up over shoulder does not work, or how about from below, still not working as arm not long enough. Ok, maybe if I rub back up against edge of wall, in up and down manner will finally lower zipper down whereby will be able to remove. I can't manage it, suddenly getting frustrated and moving in manner all over room till body caught on bench and I fell over, landing on bum.

Thirty minutes must have passed.

"Bridget," from door. "Bridget are you in there?"

"Yes, where else would I be?" "I'm stuck in dress and can't get out of it."

"Darling is there anyone else in there?"

"Why?" Thinking he had some sick fetish to women's toilets.

"Darling I was thinking I could come in and help you," he said although detected a little impatience.

"Oh," not strange fetish what a relief, "no I'm alone."

There he was as he walked in attempting to help me.

"My little Bridget, helpless and caught up in large clump of silk and chiffon." Standing over me, he went excavating for zipper to finally have found it. Suddenly heard large gasp as elderly woman said, "are you not young Darcy, well when I tell the ladies at the yearly social tea, well it is an embarrassment to your Mother and you should be ashamed of yourself," beginning to use purse to chase him out of lounge. No realizing the dress he was removing was that of his wife. Composing herself, she realized the dress on the floor I was picking up and looked at me oddly. "I'm sorry Mum, Mr. Darcy and I have an odd relationship at best, I dress like a bride he kidnaps me, we run to the nearest airport women's lounge to shag each other senseless, while odd, it is extremely out of this world, you should try it some time." I smiled wickedly although I realized that Mark's Mum would get an earful, although I don't think she will wait for the annual tea to reveal our sexual exploits.

Finally sorted out I walked out with inner poise only to notice Mark taking inventory of our luggage. "Bridget where is your passport?"

"It is not there?" I said innocently.

"Bridget." "You are the opposite of all that is peaceful and serene." Started rummaging bag to find passport scattering clothes all about, threw sexy knickers in the air, had almost lost hope and finally found it. Mark took it from my grasp as quickly as possible.

Man in bowler hat walked up and holding onto black g-string handed it to Mark, " I think these belong to you two," he smiled and winked.

"Thank you ...Mark stuttered. Thank you sir, as he turned red. He bent down and helped me pack but informed me in a most fatherly tone that he would handle our papers from now on. Feel I am incompetent little girl now. Quietly we waited for our flight as he perused newspaper." I've really done it now, and he will want annulment in 4 months like unfortunate Renee Zellweger and Kenny Chesney." I was thinking.

Then he looked at me and grabbing my hand he kissed it. Just like that, no warning and looked at me in adoring manner. "I can't wait to be with you." He tilted head to give me the most romantic kiss. Well maybe all is well.

Our flight was called, we were headed off to Capri...Come to think of it what is wrong with husband taking charge anyway.

Seated and all settled we toasted ourselves on plane having at least several glasses of champagne. All was quiet. Mark again looked at me in most sexy manner.

I stood up and told him I need to go to loo.

See will wait in loo for a bit, now have asked stewardess to ask my husband, love saying this, to come back to plane.

He comes to door, "Bridget is all ok?"

I open door pulling him in and thinking that I have closed it tight enough, begin to nibble on his neck and ear, he gasps. "Bridget no here not...oh don't stop." Suddenly find myself in wild embrace as my dress falls to floor. Have managed to pull Mark's shirt off and working on trousers. He is impressed by my choice of sexy knickers. Hot getting so hot, frustration as zipper won't come down and we are getting aroused. Oh no, door not locked hit hideous turbulence and find myself on top of new husband shirtless and nearly naked and me practically naked a top of him. Look up to find women we saw in lounge looking at us over bifocals and shaking head. "Honestly I thought more highly of the Darcy's, seems the Admiral's son has hired himself out and is no better than a pervert and male whore.

Then to my right my Mum's knitting club friend, Mrs. Ferguson. Aside from Una they are very close friends. "Bridget...why I knew your Mum always discussed your tendency to run around with no clothes when you were young, but honestly in your 30's clothes is good thing. Shaking her head, and all the time knowing at some point going to have Mum call and lecture me on the propriety and manners whilst flying in international airspace.

Finally plane landed and Mark and I waited whilst all disembarked though we could hear constant snickering.

Now found myself in plush limo being spirited away to Villa de Scale, it was beautiful and Mark had booked us the Voyageur's Suite, while walking hand in hand through beautiful gardens and palatial ocean views, I realized luckiest woman in the world. He opens door to suite and carries me in, only to see big canopy bed, but everything else is in white, yes beautiful antiquities from the orient, but don't miss the point everything else is in white. Is that how it is with the Darcy's? Color is good, really, I was gob smacked.

Next Morning

Not for long though, he swept me up off my feet and insisted he continue on with what I started on the plane. This man is not repressed, quite the opposite. Then began to think with such zeal he approached shagging last night that I might find myself perpetually pregnant, that while I will be a wife with a continual smile on my face, which is quite possible if every night is like this, I might become a Mother of 10 or more children, as he is quite a lovingful.

Next. AM...Sunlight is creeping in...yes beautiful Mark Darcy can watch him for hours...then, oh I'm not feeling nauseous, no certainly beautiful husband could not make me, all of a sudden running for toilet whereby I make wretched sound, not on honeymoon.

Mark heard it and grabbed washcloth, "Are you ok?"...

"I think so, maybe something I ate you know airplane food as it is," then got sick again only did not turn fast enough.

"Hope is still loves me just as I am."

After cleaning up he insisted I have a lie down, initially I did but when he left snuck down to lobby and crossed street to chemist.
Have purchased pregnancy test as I have realized have had no visitations from friend this last month. Now the moment awaits, I am worried after this morning while I will not have the shortest 1st marriage like pop princess Britney, may be destined for annulment sooner than Renee and Kenny. Time to face music, "I am, I am going to be Mother but alas may be cast out to single Mother status.

Sat on balcony craving ciggie but knew I couldn't. I have really cocked this one up. Might as well grab everything and pack up.
Heard door and rustling of paper, it was Mark with big bouquet of flowers. "Why are you up...well I..."

He looked down at table to see test, "Bridget?"

Smiled a little, "yes."

With all his strength he picked me up and carried me to bed. Admiring me so and rubbing my tummy, realize may have given him the most incredible gift yet. "We will have to be careful..and I will..." putting finger to lips..

"I'm not glass, and I'm ok...

A few hours later...sitting on terrace looking at tired husband and pulling out diary.

Have realized not stick insect Britney, and that husband is more than one fleeting one nightstand in Vegas.
That marriage will not be annulled on grounds of fraud, as have proof.
No matter if you get sick on spouse, if they truly love you they will be there to hold hair back and clean up mess.
Now understand that it is important just to love partner as they are, white bedrooms and all. Really will have to have his colors done. No I didn't just say that:0)
Oh, and when in plane toilet, always make sure door is locked.