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Saying Good-Bye:

Several weeks after giving birth, Lydia lay asleep in her bed at Pemberley, Little George asleep at her side. She had not slept with Wickham since the arrival of the child, choosing instead to sleep alongside her baby in case it should wake in the night.

It was late in the night, and it seemed as though even a mouse dared not make a noise for fear of waking the still night.

This fear was not in George Wickham. He was dressed, and packed, and had only just finished packing Lydia's things as quietly as he could. Not that he was worried about waking Lydia up, but if he woke the baby, he knew it would cry, and that could alert anyone near enough to hear.

Wickham stopped to look at his wife and child, he had to admit, they looked so peaceful. He almost did not want to wake Lydia. But he simply had too. Their ship would leave in the morning, so he and Lydia would need to leave before anyone had awoken, in order to escape any problems.

The tall man gently shook Lydia's shoulder. "My dearest, wake yourself, it is time" He said sternly.

Lydia slowly opened her eyes and frowned. She had begun to dread this night, even though she knew it would come long before it was time. Lydia sat up, holding little George in her arms. "Must we go now... can't it wait until morning?" Lydia asked with a frown.

"No, Lydia, we can not wait until morning. It is crucial we leave now. Our ship leaves in the morning, and we must leave before anyone is awake enough to stop." Wickham said as he went to her dropped her favored travel outfit on the bed before her. "Now dress yourself, give me the child"

When Lydia did not budge, Wickham sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before lifting the outfit again. "Fine, you will not get up, so I will dress you" He said and reached out to take Lydia's arm. Lydia jumped up right away glaring at Wickham.

"You will do no such thing! Fine, have my baby, but only while I dress" Lydia stated as she handed Little George off to Wickham. Wickham then turned his back to Lydia to give the illusion of giving her respect, though it did not stop him from watching her in the mirror.

"Keep you're voice down, we needn't wake everyone on the entire estate" Wickham reprimanded his wife while she dressed.

"You may turn back around" Lydia stated as she put on her hat and took the baby in her arms once more. It was then as she looked down at the child she spent hours in labor for that Lydia began to sniffle, which soon turned to tears with it.

"Why are you shedding tears?" Wickham asked as he set down a trunk he had been ready to take.

"I...I don't want to leave him" Lydia said as she began to sob quietly. "He is mine, I don't want to just leave him without me" she said closing her eyes and holding Little George closer to her.

Wickham walked towards Lydia and tugged her into his arms. "Hush now Lydia, remember what we agreed upon? We can not care for it, the moment we leave Pemberley we will be headed for the poor house, is it fair to drag such an innocent child along with us? It is for his own good we leave him here while we go to America and begin to better ourselves" Wickham responded to Lydia. It was not an absolute lie, this was not truly the reason either of them had first agreed to leave the baby, But it seemed that with Lydia's new love for it, it would be the only way to convince her it was the right thing to do. And Wickham of course, was not above using Lydia's own love against her for his own Advantage.

Finally Lydia looked up at Wickham and nodded slowly through her tears. "I know, you are right, it is cruel of me to try and keep him" She stated. Wickham leaned down and kissed Lydia's head.

"Now then, let us dry you're eyes, we will be back someday for him, with riches beyond what Darcy has ever had" Wickham smiled at her as he made such promises, Lydia of course nodded, hanging onto his every word.

Wickham then pulled both his and Lydia's trunks out of the room while Lydia held the baby. Wickham lead Lydia to the nursery, and gently pushed the door open. Inside lay a sleeping Darcy child, and of course, the governess. "Come Lydia, put him in the crib" Wickham whispered in Lydia's ear.

Slowly Lydia walked towards the crib, and froze. She could feel a lump rising in her throat, and she began to cry all over again, but before she could start her whimpering, Wickham was beside her. "It is for the best" He reminded her quietly, and with that, Lydia hugged her child, and kissed his head before she lowered Little George into the crib.

Lydia then turned and left the room as quickly as she possibly could. She did not wait up for Mr. Wickham as she ran down the grand stair case, and out the doors of Pemberley. She needed to distance herself from what she had just done, and the son she had just left to her sister to care for.

Mr. Wickham stayed behind a moment longer, as he propped an envelope against the sleeping baby. Inside it, would contain the letter Mr. Wickham had kept secret from his wife.

then grabbed their luggage, and went along after his wife. Fortunately, she had the good grace to get frightened of the dark path going through the woods, and decided to wait for Mr. Wickham. By now, Lydia had stopped crying, though her eyes were still red and puffy with her cheeks stained from her salty tears.

It was not long before Wickham caught up to Lydia, though he had hardly tried to match her pace as he dragged to luggage cases behind him. "I see you've waited for me" He stated coming to a stop. "It's a long walk, you pull this one for now, when we get closer to town I'll be glad to take it from you again" Wickham stated as he began on the path again, pulling his own luggage with him. Lydia did the same.

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It was a long walk indeed, though the walk was nothing for Wickham. He was simply excited by what he was doing, much too excited to be tired by mere miles.

Lydia, on the other hand, had a different outlook on the situation. After a few hours of walking, Lydia finally stopped. This caused Wickham to stop and scowl. "What is wrong? We must keep at it"

Lydia crossed her arms as she sat on her trunk. "I'm tired Wickham, my feet ache, and I'm very hungry" She stated, as though voicing such displeasure would surely force a carriage to come by, and food would just appear into her hand.

"Mrs. Wickham, now is not the time for your trivial complaints, we are almost there, I swear it. Once we are safe on the ship, I will get you a nice meal, but for now, we must continue" Wickham stated, obviously irritated as he took Lydia's hand and guided her up. He lifted up one end of her trunk and began to pull it along with his.

Lydia grinned as she watched him walk for a moment before walking faster to match his pace. "My Mr. Wickham! What a man you are!" She said, happy for a brief moment as they continued into the town. Though most the reason Wickham had even attempted to take her trunk along with his, was due to the fact he would not be considered a gentleman if he let his wife pull her own in front of everybody. Wickham was all about his appearance in both how he looked, and how others saw him.

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"Is that it Wickham?! Is that the ship to take us to America?!" Lydia asked in excitement as she they neared a large ship, one that clearly only the wealthiest of travelers would be able to afford. Luckily for them, Jane had sent them money months earlier to afford such a lavish trip, as Jane had been quiet eager to assist Lydia and Wickham to America so they might better their situation as they had promised.

"yes, my dearest Lydia Wickham, it is" Wickham replied with a smirk.

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