Hi, everybody! I hope you are all having a lovely day! Here is the second chapter of the story following William's birth. Happy reading. Sorry for any errors that may occur within my writing!
AN: I do not own anything related to Bridget Jones (sadly).
It had been 3 and a half months since William made his appearance in this world. 16 glorious weeks full of dirty nappies, sleepless nights and baby vomit on pretty much every upper garment both Mark and Bridget possessed. Still, neither of them would change it for the world (except the sleepless nights. Come on, who wouldn't?).
This would be the first night the new parents would spend away from their son. It's not like they'd be gone all night. Just dinner at the Italian place round the corner. Still, Bridget couldn't help but feel guilty.
"What if he needs me to feed him?" Bridget asked as Mark fastened his shirt buttons.
"Your mother can feed him just fine. It's not like your breastfeeding him, still." Bridget had tried that way of feeding William, but only lasted a month. It was a lot bloody harder than she thought it would be. And more painful than she anticipated.
"But what if he cries?" Bridget asked again.
"I'm sure your parents will be able to cheer him up again."
Mark clocked the worry written on Bridget's face. He sat beside her and took her hands in his own. Truth be told, he didn't really want to leave William either. But they deserved a short break.
"We're going to be a mere 10 steps away, Bridget. We'll be gone for less than two hours. Your parents will be fine with William for that time. We both know that. And besides, this will be the first actual date we've been on since we reconnected. Unless you wish to count that tryst at the christening?" Mark grinned.
"Mr Darcy!" Bridget laughed as she slapped his shoulder. "That absolutely does not count."
Bridget was glad she went out as they pondered the dessert menu at the restaurant. It had indeed been a pleasant night. It was nice. Although Bridget did miss William, as did Mark.
"Why don't we skip dessert and go home?" Bridget asked.
"I'm quite full anyway. Yes let's go." Mark replied with a smile. "Can we have the bill please?"
"Of course, Mr Mark." the waiter yelled back.
"I have to say, Miss Jones, this has been the greatest three and a half months of my life." Mark beamed, holding Bridget's hand across the table.
"It really has been, hasn't it?" Bridget replied, affectionately.
"And I can't find any other way to improve it...except for if I do this." Mark gulped as he reached for the small velvet box concealed in his blazer pocket.
Bridget was stunned as she saw her boyfriend get down onto one knee. Her jaw was wide open, and she could feel the tears pooling in her eyes.
"I love you so much. More than I could ever describe." Mark professed. "You've opened up a side to me that I didn't even know I was suppressing. A fun, happy, laid back side that I am so grateful for. You've given me our precious little boy. The only other thing I want now is for you to be my wife. So saying that, Bridget Rose Jones, will you do me the honour of being my wife?"
She couldn't speak. All Bridget could do was nod profusely. Of course she would bloody marry him.
"Well, thank goodness for that." Mark laughed, holding Bridget's hand and placing the ring on her finger. A beautiful ring (that probably set him back quite a lot). By this point the tears were rolling down Bridget's face and Mark could feel himself getting teary eyed too. He stood up, as did Bridget and they held each other in a tight embrace.
'Oh my gosh, this is really happening', Bridget thought. She was really going to be Mrs Bridget Darcy.
Just a quick note: It was brought to my attention that I mucked up in the last chapter and put Mark instead of Jack a few times (this is why I shouldn't be writing fanfiction at 3am). I've fixed that now. Thanks for reading xx
