"Morning darling." Ginger smiled as she walked into the hut the next morning carrying a tray full of breakfast items.

The Professor opened his eyes and sat up on the bed. "Morning my love." He said. "What is all this?" He asked.

"Just a little breakfast for my wonderful new husband." Ginger said bringing the tray to him.

"Thank you." The Professor said taking the tray. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble."

"I wanted to." Ginger said. "You're my husband and I am to take care of you."

"I appreciate this." He replied looking over the food which consisted of pancakes with berries along with a bowl of fruit. "Everything looks delicious."

Ginger's eyes went over his bare physique. "Not as delicious as you darling." She said.

Before he could utter one word, Ginger brought her lips to his and began kissing him with intense passion. The tray was knocked to the floor and the Professor broke the kiss looking down at it. "Ginger the tray…"

She ignored that as she pushed him down on the bed her lips still to his. Kisses were placed on his chest and he sighed. "I wasn't really that hungry anyway."

The two were wrapped in one another's arms as the heat between them increased more and more. It finally reached it's peak and Ginger cuddled close to her husband. "I love you."

"Likewise." He said kissing the top of her head. "Is this how you are going to wake me every morning for the rest of our lives?

"I don't know." Ginger said. "Why?

"I rather like it." The Professor said with a smile.

Ginger giggled. "You know darling you could wake me like that."

"Gladly." He said taking her in his arms once more.

One hour later the Professor managed to unwrap himself from Ginger's embrace stating he really was hungry and Ginger conceded she could use something as well. He kissed her before heading out to get some breakfast.

Ginger located her diary and began writing.

Well it happened. She wrote. I married Roy. I am now his wife. Me married to the Professor! I love him so much. I hope I am a good wife. I want to be one. He's so wonderful and does so much for me already. You know the other day Mary Ann complained that her little wood burning stove was starting to fall apart and he told her that he couldn't attend to that because I was in need of some more skin cream. I know it irritated Mary Ann but Roy insisted that my needs were far more important. He loves me so much.

She paused and smiled to herself thinking of her husband before continuing to write.

Our wedding was so romantic. Standing there in front of my darling Roy was a dream. Saying our vows and promising before God to love each other was so beautiful. I do wish Mom and Dad could have been there but having Mr. and Mrs. Howell sort of stand in for them did help. I do think of them like second parents. Mrs. Howell will always be like a mother to me. And Mr. Howell will always be like a father to me. I do wish my sister and brother were present as well but again Mary Ann and Gilligan were just as good. They are like brother and sister to me. Especially Mary Ann. Anyway it was a wonderful ceremony and of course the wedding night..

Ginger giggled thinking of the night before. What is was like being in the Professor's arms.

I will be honest I was not sure what to expect with Roy. The first night together can make one nervous and I thought perhaps he might be as he had told me he was not that experienced but when we were together it was magical. He made me feel so loved and desired. Everything was just heavenly. No one could ever compare to my darling.

She continued writing more details when the door to the bedroom opened and in walked the Professor with a brand new tray of food. He spotted his wife. "What are you writing?" He asked.

"It's private." Ginger responded.

"Private?" He asked setting the tray down on the table.

"Yes." Ginger said still scribbling away. "It's personal."

He grinned as he sat next to her on the bed. He placed his arm around her and gently kissed her temple. "You wouldn't happen to be writing about last night would you?" He asked of her.

"I'm not telling you a thing." She said. "I told you it's private."

"You know my love." He said undeterred. "The word magnificent is spelled m-a-g-n-"

"Hush up." Ginger smiled. "I'm well aware of how to spell."

"I would also use the word…fantastic and perhaps…incredible…"

Ginger sighed and shut her diary placing it back in the drawer. "You are hopeless." She said.

"You didn't think that last night." He said gathering her up in his arms. "In fact your words were…."

"Roy Hinkley you stop that!" She said shooting him a look.

"No you most certainly did not say that." The Professor quipped.

"Oh hush up." Ginger said swatting him and then breaking away. "I'm hungry. What food did you bring?"

"Forget that." He said pulling her back to him. "I want to know more about what you were writing."

"You are incredibly nosey you know that." Ginger said shaking her head. "Now forget about that, I need food. Our child is going to need to be provided with nutrition."

The Professor stared at her. "Our child?"

Ginger giggled. "Roy you are cute." She said kissing his lips. "I just thought that with all that happened between us that it was possible I could being having a baby."

The Professor nodded. "Yes that is a possibility."

Ginger picked up a bowl of mango and sat back down on the bed. "Wouldn't it be wonderful if I was?"

"It would be." He agreed. "I am just surprised that you would want to start our family right away."

"Roy you know these things happen when they happen." Ginger pointed out. "You can't really plan it. God plans it. His plans trump your own. Besides why wouldn't I want to start our family right away? I want to have one with you, you know that."

"I do." He said moving next to her. "And you are correct. These things are planned by God. When He decides something is going to be it's going to be. If it is the time for us to conceive our child, then we will."

"What would you like to have?" Ginger asked. "A boy or a girl?"

"Well." He said. "I'll be honest, the thought of having a daughter who resembles you dancing and singing around this island is very appealing. I rather like that idea."

Ginger smiled. "You would?"

"I would." He said kissing her. "What about you?"

"I know that women always say they don't care either way and it is partially true however I would love a daughter. Who knows? Maybe she will take after you." Ginger said with a smile.

"Me?" The Professor said.

"I can just see her in the lab with you wearing her little glasses and lab coat. How cute is that!" She exclaimed.

"That would be something." The Professor said. "I would enjoy that a great deal. Passing my knowledge on to my own flesh and blood."

"You think it will happen soon?" Ginger asked.

"As you said Ginger one never knows. I am sure we will find out soon and if it had not happened just yet, you know we can keep trying." He said.

"Now that is the one good thing about it." Ginger purred kissing his lips. "Getting to have you whenever I want.."

"I didn't mean…" He started to say but it was too late. Ginger pushed him back down on the bed and he forgot everything he was going to say. All he could think of was his beautiful wife and the way she showered her love upon him.

The two were sitting out by the beach afterwards watching the waves on the water. "Darling." Ginger said as she rested against her husband. "You think we will ever go back home."

"Sometimes I think it is an impossibility but I don't like to give up hope." He replied.

"You think if we did you would write a book about being on the island?" She asked.

"A book?"

"Darling I know you are always recording incidents that happen like with when we were all at each other's throats. You probably remember more than the rest of us. You do pay attention to detail." She said. "I figured if anyone was going to write about our experience it would be you."

"That would be an interesting project to undertake." He said. "I never gave it much thought before."

"You should." Ginger said. "I know everyone would love to read it. I bet it would be a best seller."

"And you could star in the movie it would be turned into." He smiled at his wife.

"Naturally." She said turning her head towards him and kissing his lips. "But seriously I think you should think about it."

"I will." He said. "I most certainly will."

Ginger was quiet for a minute and then spoke. "I wonder what ever happened to The Ginger Grant Story." She said. "You think they ever made it? I haven't heard much about it."

"I'm sure it's still in the works." He said. "You know it can't be easy to find an actress to play you. You are so beautiful and charming it is difficult for anyone to capture that."

"Roy darling you are quite charming yourself." She said snuggling closer to him. "You know I was surprised they were even going to make that movie. I didn't think anyone cared that much. I know I wasn't that big of a name in Hollywood. It wasn't like I was Marilyn Monroe or Elizabeth Taylor."

"Maybe you weren't as big as they are but Ginger you have quite a bit of talent and people recognize that. You had a very promising career." He said.

"Yeah I did." Ginger sighed. "But it was cut short. I wonder if we get home if anyone will remember me or if I will just be a has been."

"You will never be a has been." The Professor assured. "And don't you let anyone ever make you feel that way."

Ginger looked up at her husband. "I love you." She said kissing him once more. "You know darling I think you are the only man who ever really loved me."

"I find that hard to believe." He said. "How could anyone not love you?"

"It's true." Ginger said. "Most men in Hollywood just wanted to be "seen" with me. They thought it was a boost for them to show me off as if I was some prize. I hated that but I figured that was the game so I went along with it. It was rare to find a man who was actually interested in me and not what he thought I could do for his ego."

"I'm sorry Ginger." He said. "You deserve better than that."

"For awhile I didn't think so but eventually I got sick of those plastic fake men so I refused to go out with them. Then I met this man named Gary and I thought he was different than all the rest. Turns out he wasn't. He cheated on me. I was furious. That's when my agent Marty sent me to Hawaii. Get away from the tabloid talk and people whispering. I thought it was a good idea but as you know it wasn't so great. Until I boarded the Minnow and saw you." She said smiling at her husband. "You weren't those horrible men. I could tell you were different."

"I love you." The Professor said holding her closer.

"You know darling if that stupid Lisa hadn't been stupid then you wouldn't have been in Hawaii and I wouldn't have met you and I would be stuck on this island with no husband." She said.

"No husband?" He said.

"Darling there is no way I would ever give Skipper a thought. He's not my type. I think he's a dear man but you know romance would be totally out of the question." Ginger explained. "He doesn't understand me like you do. I know I can be dramatic and emotional and you know how to handle that. Some people have told me that I'm high maintenance."

"I never thought that." The Professor said. "You being dramatic and emotional is not a bad thing. It's just who you are and I happen to like you that way. I like being the one who comforts you. I like being the one who for lack of a better word calms you. Besides I like your dramatics. It's a nice change from the people I am used to being around. My colleagues are brilliant yes but also could be very bland. You are a welcome change from that. I find your outlook on life to be very refreshing."

Ginger grinned at him. "Darling I find you to be very…refreshing." With that she pressed her lips to his and they fell back on the sand in a passionate embrace.

The Professor held her close in his arms wishing to drink up every last bit of her. The amount of love he had for his wife was beyond his own scientific comprehension. She was the most amazing woman he ever came into contact. He was glad things turned out the way they did. Things happened for a reason and he was glad it led to Ginger.

As the two were in each other's arms, Gilligan happened to be coming back and witnessed the scene. He quickly ran away and back to camp where Mary Ann was mending one of her dresses. "Hi Gilligan." She said. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I was just uh…I was at the beach…Professor and Ginger were there." He replied.

"Yeah so?" Mary Ann smiled. "What's wrong with that?"

"They were you know…kissing and stuff…" He frowned.

Mary Ann laughed. "Gilligan married couples will do that. You know this is their honeymoon time. That's what happens."

"I know but…I don't get it. What's so great about all that kissing?" He asked.

"It's just nice." Mary Ann explained. "It's a way of expressing one's love."

"I don't want to do that." Gilligan said firmly. "No way."

"Oh Gilligan." Mary Ann said finishing up her dress. "It's not that bad. If you are with the right person, it's sweet."

"You've done that?" Gilligan asked.

"Not exactly." The farm girl explained setting her dress aside. "I never did what well Ginger does with the Professor but I have kissed a boy before. His name was Jimmy and he was very sweet. He took me to the homecoming dance."

"Oh." said Gilligan not liking this Jimmy fellow. How dare he kiss his Mary Ann! Wait…his Mary Ann?

"Didn't you ever kiss a girl Gilligan?" Mary Ann asked.

"Well sort of." He conceded.

"Sort of?"

"You see at the summer fair there was this girl in a kissing booth her name was Maybelle. She was in my class and I thought she was kinda pretty. I went to the booth but I couldn't kiss her on her lips. I kissed her cheek instead ." He replied.

"Oh I see." Mary Ann said. "Well a kiss on the cheek can be nice."

"I guess so." He said. "I don't think she was too happy with that."

"It's okay Gilligan. I am sure that one day a nice girl will come around and you will want to be with her." She said picking up the basket of clothes along with her dress.

He watched as she left thinking about what she said. A nice girl will come along? There was only one nice girl on the island. Mary Ann. Well Ginger was nice but not that…He meant that…well…Oh never mind. He shook the thoughts from his head and went to retrieve his butterfly net and get his mind off of everything.

It was late afternoon and Ginger was singing softly to herself as she prepared dinner for her and the Professor. She made it clear to the others that the Professor was her husband now and she was going to be the one who cooked for him. The movie star dropped the lobster into the boiling pot and covered it. She thought about the glorious day she spent with him and couldn't help but wonder if her instincts were correct. Maybe she was going to have a baby. She wouldn't know of course for awhile but it would be so terrific. Ginger then wondered what kind of life the child would have on the island. Of course they would be surrounded by people who loved them but there wasn't a whole lot for them. Naturally she knew there wasn't much she could do about it. What she could do was try to give the child the best life she could. At least that is what her husband told her. He was right. They couldn't dwell on things that were beyond their control. She couldn't put off having a child because of geography. She couldn't put off a family just because she was on the island. They would just do the best they could.

Ginger went to the table to cut up some lemons when she felt a pair of lips kissing her supple neck. "Roy.." She giggled. "I'm trying to cook you dinner."

"You are beautiful." He replied still kissing her.

"Darling." She said gently pushing him away. "I think you had enough."

"You may think that." He said. "But it's not true. I didn't."

Ginger shook her head. "You are cute." She said as she brought her lips to his.

Gilligan was once again a witness to this display of affection and he shook his head. No. He wasn't going to get into that mushy stuff. No way. The single life for him. Yes sir. That's what it will be. He will just be single for the rest of his life and avoid all this…His thoughts were stopped when he saw Mary Ann coming back from the lagoon. She had gone there for a nice swim. He gulped at the sight of her in her black bathing suit that was dripping wet. Her hair was rumpled from when she pulled it out of the swimming cap. He didn't think he ever saw such a pretty sight before. She then noticed him there and smiled. "Hi Gilligan."

"Oh uh…Hi Mary Ann." He stammered. "Just um..how was your swim?"

"Good." She replied. "Say want to help me make dinner?"

"Dinner?" He said his eyes wide. "Um…No I don't want to…I gotta go.." He then ran off towards his hut.

Mary Ann could only stare in wonderment. What on Earth got into Gilligan?

It was later on that Ginger was setting up a table for her and the Professor. She wanted to have a romantic dinner alone with him. This was their honeymoon after all. She spread a nice table cloth and set down the plates. Next she lit two candles and flicked on the radio to find some nice romantic music. Her husband arrived and she smiled at him. "Hi darling." She greeted.

"Hello." He said noticing the table. "What's all this?"

"I thought it would be nice. Just the two of us." She replied.

"Sounds terrific." He said as he took his seat.

Ginger then went to get the lobsters and set them down on the table.

"This looks quite scrumptious." He remarked.

Ginger's eyes went over him. "Darling you look.."

"Don't start that." He said somewhat sternly. "Save that for later. I'm starving and don't start with you are too but not for food."

"Oh you!" She pouted as she sat down.

They said their thanks to God and then dug in. "This lobster is quite good." The Professor said. "My love you are turning into a very excellent chef."

"Thank you Roy." Ginger said she said as she took a bite of her food.

The Professor then popped the cork of a bottle of champagne that Ginger managed to snag from Mrs. Howell despite the "protest" of Mr. Howell. He poured some into the coconut cups and they toasted.

"To you." He said.

"To us." Ginger smiled.

"I like you better." He said before taking a sip.

Ginger giggled and took a drink of her champagne. "This is quite good." She said. "The Howells really know the best."

"I would agree with that. Nothing but the finest things." He said.

They finished up their meal and the dished were cleaned up. Well the Professor cleaned them as he insisted that Ginger did enough.

The two then danced to a lovely song on the radio. The Professor couldn't help but admire the way she looked in the moonlight and the light of the torches. Very radiant.

Ginger rested her head against his shoulder as they swayed to the music. Maybe she wasn't in Hollywood. Maybe she wasn't being cast in some big movie production. Maybe she wasn't starring on Broadway. None of that seemed to matter to her at the moment. She had what she wanted. Her wonderful Professor Roy Hinkley.