Pride and Prejudice Role-Play:
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Little Wickham:
"It's all George's fault! You see what he's done to me!" Lydia yelled through tears as she went through the pain of giving birth to her first child.
It was nearly two weeks into their stay at Pemberley that Lydia first felt she was in labor. And she had certainly not expected to be so painful and messy. The youngest daughter knew almost nothing of the miracle that was child birth, and yet here she was, facing it anyway.
"Calm yourself Lydia! You are almost there, just grab the sheets and push once more" Elizabeth attempted to calm her loud sister, who was currently more worried about blaming the entire process on Wickham, for if he had not asked her to marry him, she would not be having a child at all. And with no child there would be no pain.
"Wickham had better keep away from me! I'll never forgive him for bringing me such misery!" Lydia cried out right before she began to push her hardest, beads of sweat dripping down her now red face while her palms turned white as she gripped onto the bed sheets as her older sister had instructed her to do.
Meanwhile, Mr. Wickham and Mr. Darcy awaited in the parlor. It was almost a cruel joke that they were expected to smoke pipes and drink wine together while Lydia birthed a child, as they could hardly stand even the glimpse of the other man.
Still, they sat in silence, Darcy held a wine glass, but did not drink from it, nor did he smoke. Wickham, on the other hand, seemed to have no problem drinking while his wife could be heard screaming at the top of her lungs in pain and rage. Nor did he worry of her safety, knowing that many women did not survive through child birth.
As far as Wickham was concerned, as long as Lydia was yelling about how much hatred she now had for him, it means she was alive and well. And therefor, their plans were still set. Though a small part of Wickham wouldn't mind if she had died, he would be free of Lydia again, and he could easily abandon the child wherever he liked.
Not that Wickham did not care for the baby, it was a baby after all. He would place it in good hands, then be on his way.
It almost made Mr. Darcy watching as Wickham enjoyed his wine, and so clearly did not care for the pain young Lydia was in. It was of course, a natural thing married women often went through, however Lydia was still a child herself. Still so innocent, and unsuspecting, as well as young.
First married to a cad to spare what was left of her reputation, forced into a life of poverty, and now having to birth the cad's child. And all before Lydia was even twenty years of age.
Mr. Darcy had never been Lydia's biggest fan, however he often pitied her. And thinking on it, Lydia could have been his own sister, the mere thought of it only made him angrier with Wickham for being such a vile creature. Darcy could hardly believe they had practically shared a father as boys.
But he did need to wonder, He and Wickham were so different, but yet had been raised in practically the same way. So what could have turned Wickham into the villain he was today?
No matter how much Darcy thought on it, he could find no reason for Wickham's conduct, other then that Wickham was born, and shall probably die as a cad.
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"A boy Lydia! You've birthed a boy!" Elizabeth couldn't help but smile while Lydia laid back panting and looking at the ceiling. She slowly looked at Elizabeth and grinned. "C...Can I hold him, my son?" Lydia asked as she tiredly held out her arms.
Elizabeth looked at the midwife who held the child. The Midwife nodded a bit, and wrapped up the child. Elizabeth took the baby, and placed him into Lydia's arms.
Lydia smiled down at him. "Why, he's so tiny! I'd better be careful or I'll love the life right out of him!" Lydia laughed a little. "Please! You must fetch Mr. Wickham! He'll be so happy to meet little George!"
Elizabeth frowned at Lydia's decision to name the little boy after Mr. Wickham, though she dared not say such a thing to Lydia. "I thought you never wanted to see him again?" Elizabeth asked with a smile at Lydia, as she remembered Lydia's cruel words about Mr. Wickham while she had been in labor.
Lydia shrugged. "Perhaps once more, I still do love George, I did not mean those wicked things" she said while a maid left the room to get Wickham.
Moments later, George Wickham loitered in the doorway. He leaned against the frame as he looked over Lydia before letting his eyes rest on the baby. He'd be a liar to say he was not curious of the boy.
Wickham walked over, Lydia held up the baby so Mr. Wickham might hold him. And Wickham, of course wanting to keep up appearances, lifted the boy and smiled adoringly at him. "Have you decided on a name?" Wickham asked Lydia while The Darcy's kept their eyes on Wickham.
Neither Elizabeth, nor Fitzwilliam believed the act Wickham was putting up, as they knew to much about him to ever believe he was able to care so deeply about Lydia or his own baby.
"I told you in the carriage, remember, I wish to name him George Edmund Wickham! After you, well, the George part at least" Lydia chuckled, already regaining her cheer.
"Ah yes, I was unsure if you had changed your mind"
(A/N:)
This was just a short little thing to introduce the baby, the next chapter is where things will begin to take a turn, please Review, I enjoy some feedback :)