Ginger stood in front of the mirror with her hands going over her midsection. She was wearing her orange nightgown.
"I can't believe there is life inside of me." She said happily to her husband who came up behind and put his arms around her.
"Believe it." He said kissing her temple. "You and me created that life."
Ginger grinned looking at the reflection in the mirror of her husband holding her. She had never felt so happy in her life as she did at that moment however something inside her was nagging. "Roy." She started. "Do you think we were wrong keeping all this from everyone?"
He kissed the top of her head. "No I don't. Ginger we both agreed that we wanted to keep this between us."
"I know we did." Ginger sighed. "And to be honest it was nice having this little secret between the two of us. But still, I can't help but wonder if the others are hurt by it. I mean we are like family on this island."
"Yes we are but I think everyone understands why we did. It is difficult to live separate lives on this island. You know that Mary Ann would pepper you with a thousand questions you weren't prepared to answer. And Mrs. Howell would have had our wedding planned the moment we announced we were together. No I think keeping it private, between us made sense."
"I do too." Ginger nodded turning around. "It's not that Mrs. Howell doesn't mean well because she does. She's become like a mother to me. I adore her but…she would be pushing me to marry you. In fact, she has dropped hints every now and then. Oh wouldn't the Professor make a wonderful husband. Dear you really should consider marrying one of the men on the island, I think the Professor would be a splendid match…" Ginger laughed. "I wanted to get married to you because I wanted to. Not because Mrs. Howell or anyone pushed it upon me. And I wanted to have the kind of ceremony I wanted. Granted it was not easy tricking the Howells into being the witnesses."
"Well Mrs. Howell does have a bit of acting bug in her." The Professor laughed. "I recall that time she took the part of Cleopatra away from you."
Ginger giggled. "Yes I remember that. I guess it was pretty silly of me to get all worked up over that."
She then grinned putting her arms around the Professor. "Besides…the Skipper wasn't exactly my dream Marc Antony…" She said fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. "I think you would have made a much better one.." She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
The kiss broke and he looked at his wife. "I'm not much of an actor Ginger." He replied.
"I would have helped you…I'm very good at coaching…" She said moving closer. "After all…it was I who helped you become Cary Grant like…"
"You are an excellent teacher my dear." He said pulling her in. "The very best."
Their lips met and they held each other tight. Ginger broke the kiss laying her head on his shoulder. All she could think about was that song…At Last sung so beautifully by Etta James. She sang it softly in her head. At last…my love as come along…
Ginger believed those words with all her heart. Whenever she heard the song now playing on the radio or on the record player…it brought tears to her eyes.
"I love you Ginger." The Professor said caressing her.
"Mmmmm…" She sighed loving the feeling of her husband's arms around her.
The Professor lifted her head and kissed her lips again. He broke away and his eyes went over her body in admiration. "You know." He said. "I always thought you looked especially ravishing in that nightgown. "
"You did?" She asked with a smile.
"I always wished to tear it right off." He replied kissing her forehead.
Ginger gave him a seductive stare. "What's stopping you?"
With that, her nightgown was slowly peeled away and landed on the floor of the hut.
The Professor brought his lips to hers again as she circled her arms around him. Ginger felt herself being lifted up and before she knew it, she was placed down on the bed and the Professor leaned over her.
"I couldn't ask for a more beautiful woman to be my wife." He said gently touching her face.
"I love you." Ginger replied softly.
The Professor took her in his arms once again touching his mouth to hers. Their kiss deepened as he laid her down on the bed. Ginger groaned softly as he kissed her neck and shoulders moving down to her ample breasts. Her fingers reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. He threw it off and went back to kissing his wife. The rest of his clothes soon disappeared as they moved together as one body on the bed.
"Mmmm…Aaahhh…Oooh Roy…" Ginger groaned. "Oh God yes…"
Ginger wrapped herself around him wanting to feel more of him. The passion she felt when she was with him was beyond her comprehension. It was more deep than she dared dream possible. The intensity and the pace increased until Ginger thought her whole body was going to explode. She cried out in pleasure and fell lax in her husband's arms.
"Oh God…" She said as she returned back to reality. "Roy…I…I love you. You are amazing.."
He placed a kiss on her lips and then moved over and held her close to him. "You are my dear." He replied.
Ginger cuddled closer to him. "I wish we could just stay like this forever."
The Professor shook his head. "I'm afraid my dear that is simply impossible."
Ginger laughed. "I know we can't literally stay like this…I just meant…"
"No I mean it is impossible for a different reason."
Ginger lifted her head up confused. "Different reason? What would that be?"
"This." He said quickly moving back on top of her.
"Oh!" Ginger cried out startled.
The Lagoon
Mary Ann sat on a fallen tree trunk staring out at the water. Ginger was married. Was having a baby. While she was happy for her friend she couldn't help feel a tad jealous and sad. More than anything she wanted that too. A chance to be a mother. Having a wonderful loving husband. But she was stuck here on this island. There weren't many options left for her.
Ginger already claimed the Professor not that she was ever actually interested. She wasn't. She suspected a long time ago that the Professor's heart belonged to Ginger.
The Skipper. He was a sweet man and everything but he was too old for her. He was more like a uncle than anything.
Mr. Howell was not only too old for her but was married. She thought him a dear man even though he tried to act otherwise. When they found that treasure chest and he and Gilligan both laid claim to it….in the end Mr. Howell was willing to share with everyone the monetary costs which turned out to be nothing as all that was in the chest were cannon balls.
The only one left for her was Gilligan. She had been carrying a torch for him for so long.
He only thought of her as a friend and nothing more.
Mary Ann's mind went back to when Mrs. Howell tried to match them up. She had been so joyful in thinking that Gilligan had feelings for her and was crushed when she found out it wasn't the case.
Why she loved him so she could not explain. It was true he was not as bright as the Professor. He was not as sophisticated as Mr. Howell and lacked the experience that the Skipper had but still. Something about him captured her heart. He was so generous and kind. He cared about everyone and thought of them all as his friends. Didn't want to leave anyone out. When he "won" that raffle he wanted everyone to be able to share in the winnings and be a member of the Howell's millionaire club. It was so sweet of him.
Mary Ann suspected that was one of the things that attracted her to him so. She did think he was kind of cute and thought his eyes were the most beautiful she had ever seen. Many nights she dreamed of being able to look into those eyes…
Mary Ann sat thinking if she would ever be as lucky as Ginger was with the Professor. Those two had something that just pulled them together like a moth to a flame. She had seen it many times.. How Ginger would stand just a little bit close to the Professor. Sitting across from each other at the dining table smiling or sitting next to each other. She once saw them together having what appeared to be a deep discussion. She thought she heard Ginger saying something about wishing she had become a nurse. The way they Professor was looking at her…it was like he had a new found appreciation for the red headed movie star.
There was also the way Ginger was a little too eager to seduce the Professor when they wanted to find out what was in that attaché case. When Mary Ann suggested the scheme to her, she remembered clearly Ginger's eyes lighting up like a firefly. The way she just sauntered into his hut as if she had been dreaming of that moment.
Of course, when the Professor caught on and turned Ginger away…Mary Ann noticed that she was more upset than she normally was. Surely she was used to being spurned by Gilligan but when it came to the Professor…Ginger seemed devastated.
When they had returned to their huts, she recalled Ginger pouting in fury and muttering something about the Professor she couldn't quite make out but was sure was not flattering.
Yes there had always been chemistry between those two. If the other castaways noticed, Mary Ann was not sure but Mrs. Howell may have as when she failed to match her with Gilligan, she did set her sights on matching Ginger with the Professor.
Mary Ann smiled and shook her head. That woman certainly had a keen sense when it came to match making. If only her attempt with her and Gilligan had succeeded. If only.
Ginger and Professor's Hut
Ginger laid back happily on the bed feeling very content and happy.
The Professor had drifted off to sleep.
Ginger placed her hand on her stomach and smiled. A precious little baby was growing inside. A darling sweet baby she couldn't wait to hold in her arms.
She had never thought much about children before but now…now that had changed. It was not something she could ever explain. Just knowing that she created that little life and it was a part of her. And that she created with the man she loved.
She giggled to herself picturing a little miniature version of the Professor with his little chemistry set trying different experiments….peering at things under a microscope. Studying different types of species. How she would love to give the Professor a son.
Of course she wouldn't mind having a little girl either. An adorable little girl with red hair like hers. All in curls. Of course have the Professor's beautiful blue eyes. She would be a little darling as Ginger could teach her all about acting and singing…maybe give her dance lessons.
The only thing Ginger did wish was that they could be rescued off the island so her baby could live a normal life and not have to settle for life on the island making do with what was available to them. She did know however that was not something that was in her control. Ginger was willing to acknowledge that she would have to most likely raise the child on the island.
It wouldn't be that bad though. Mary Ann was right when she said that the child would have three uncles and two aunts who would adore it. She knew everyone would dote on him or her. As long as she had her adoring husband by her side, that's all that mattered in the world to her.
Mary Ann's hut
Mary Ann entered the hut and got ready for bed. She threw on her nightgown and sat down. So much had happened that day. The brunette picked up her diary and began to write.
Dear Diary.
Amazing turn of events today.
Ginger and the Professor are married! And they are going to have a baby! It was shocking to say the least.
They have been having a secret relationship all this time and no one knew it.
Ginger said they wanted to keep it private. Just between them. I suppose I understand. It would be exciting.
It got me thinking though of Gilligan. Yes I know I'm always thinking of him.
I can't help it. I never felt so much love for someone before. So different than the other boys I've known.
However, I don't think I will never get the chance to be with him. He seems awfully shy and awkward when it comes to females. Well actually now that I think about it, he seems to be less so with me. Maybe it's because I haven't tried to kiss him like Ginger has. He feels safe with me. I don't know. Sometimes I wish I could be like Ginger and just plant a big kiss on his lips.
Maybe someday I'll get my prince charming. But whether or not that will be Gilligan, I guess remains to be seen.
Mary Ann closed her diary and set it back in the box where she kept it. She settled back in her bed closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.