{"id":2872,"date":"2020-06-14T11:46:00","date_gmt":"2020-06-14T15:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/?p=2872"},"modified":"2020-05-31T11:48:18","modified_gmt":"2020-05-31T15:48:18","slug":"chapter-2-a-january-for-jane","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/readingroom\/chapter-2-a-january-for-jane\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 2 A January for Jane"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Oh those of us who have soothed a teething baby can totally relate to this chapter \ud83d\ude42\u00a0<\/p>

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Chapter 2 - A January for Jane, a Pride and Prejudice Variation<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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On the first\u00a0Sunday of her betrothal, Jane frowned at her reflection in the looking glass. When had her eyes become so sunken and why was the darkish magenta beneath them refusing to dissipate now that she only rose once a night to care for Robert? Pursing her lips, she spotted the deeper creases on her forehead and immediately slackened her face. Breathing a sigh of relief that her porcelain skin did not remain so ghastly wrinkled, she found little to cheer about in her complexion. Long gone was the carefree maiden who danced and dined with only the need for a suitor. Staring back at her was a woman of wisdom and experience, who ran a household and raised a babe not of her own making.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Imagining her mother\u2019s nervous energies fussing over her loss of bloom, Jane wondered what her mother would think if she knew her daughter had caught the eye of a Duke\u2019s son? A muffled cry on the other side of her bedroom door forced Jane to rise from her dressing table and rush to the door. A fussy Robin howled in the maid Alice\u2019s arms until Jane took him, but his cries continued at a reduced frequency.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Miss, he did not care for his bath. I tried to warm the water, but he did not want me, no way and no how.\u201d Alice dipped into a curtsy.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cFret not, the boy is gaining his teeth and troublesome for all.\u201d As if understanding his aunt\u2019s words, Robin pulled her free hand to his mouth to gnaw on her fingers. A razor sharp pierce of her thumb made Jane jerk her hand away. A shocked, momentary silence from Robin was followed by a renewed howl louder than his earlier cries.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Jane dismissed the maid and carried Robin further into her room to shush his cries and attempt to placate \u00a0the child. Her door remained open and on her third trek \u00a0across the room, her partner in the babe\u2019s parenting \u00a0surfaced with a solution. Jane pushed Mr.Hamilton\u2019s hand away.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cNo, you must be mad!\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>

He ignored her fussing and smiled at Robin whose cries had diminished at the comforting bass voice of the man he knew best.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cThis is a long standing Hamilton tradition. I watched my mother soothe my younger brothers thus.\u201d Graham Hamilton dipped a finger into the glass of amber whisky he held and offered it to the teething Robin. The boy greedily grabbed the man\u2019s thicker finger just as he had Jane\u2019s, not caring a whit about the raisined, purplish skin scarred from last summer\u2019s fire. Jane gasped to see Graham\u2019s injury, an intimacy she had rarely been afforded.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cDoes it \u2014?\u201d Jane gulped as Robin cooed at the strong taste and numbing effects of the spirit that dripped from Mr. Hamilton\u2019s finger refusing to relinquish the man\u2019s hand. \u201cIs it painful?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Graham beamed at the boy.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cHa! Your first taste and in love already. Ye be a Scotsman through and through there, laddie.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Removing his hand to dip once more and give the child a second dose, he looked up at Jane once the boy\u2019s brief squabble ended at the return of his medicine. \u201cThe pain subsided months ago, but I\u2019m afraid they shall always be misfigured.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cThey are not misfigured!\u201d Jane exclaimed, popping her mouth closed at her outburst. When she spoke again, her tone evened. \u201cI think they are very fine hands and they saved so many lives that night . . .\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Graham studied Jane\u2019s face, but knew the woman\u2019s sincerity and love for him already drove her nearly as mad as he. In fact, he had attempted to broach the subject of marital relations to no avail. Jane Bennet demanded a traditional path to marriage even without the need for chaperone or social inducement such nonsense required.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cWe must leave if we are to make services in town. I ordered the carriage or I would have been here sooner to help with the child.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Jane suddenly felt bereft at the idea of leaving Robert alone at home. He could not attend services. Though he had been baptized in the small chapel abutting Starvet House two weeks after the Darcys left, with Jane and Graham standing as godparents, it was too soon for the questions that would surely surface. Officially listed for the Kirk as Robert Wickham, their story that Lydia had been married before George Wickham was killed in London was all the registrar required to save the child\u2019s soul.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

The Scottish authorities would think his parents were married in England, and the English authorities would be told they were married in Scotland. And hopefully, there would never be occasion for the truth to come to light.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

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\u201cShall be well-tended and sound asleep.\u201d Graham pulled his hands away and Jane looked down to see the baby in her arms calm and serene, indeed ready to drowse while they attended services and began the first week of three for the banns to be read.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cThen we shall go.\u201d Jane gave Graham a firm nod as she placed the child into his cradle that no longer resided in the suite between them, but in her own room. While she settled Robin, Graham availed himself of her wash basin.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Watching her charge happy in his swaddling, it dawned on her that after they were married, her sleeping arrangements would change. She whirled around to face Graham.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cAfter we marry . . .\u201d she began, a blush creeping uncomfortably up her neck. Jane became cross with herself for such a display of anxiety.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cIf ye say yes, we need not leave Robin at all. Marry me today. This very moment.\u201d He reached out and grasped her hand in his, ungloved with the glass of whisky behind him on her dressing table.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Jane drew in a sharp breath, searching the man\u2019s dark eyes that had held nothing but the deepest affections for her since he helped hand her out from a carriage last summer. He was earnest in his declaration. The scent of lavender from his freshly washed hands, hands that now burned hers with their touch, clouded her mind.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cToday, my dear Jane, we could be through with fighting the strictures of English society . . .\u201d He trailed off as he neared her, leaning in for a kiss, but Jane\u2019s eyes widened and she pulled back.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cPlease. I cannot suffer further temptation.\u201d She wet her lips and hesitated. \u201cSay you will stand with me, Mr. Graham Hamilton, before the congregation in Haddington three Mondays from now and become my husband.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Graham howled at the twist of a proposal. \u201cDo I tempt ye, lassie?\u201d He winked as she pursed her lips at his cheekiness. Quickly, he leaned forward and pecked those rosy lips that taunted him thus.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cI gave you a direct question, milord.\u201d \u00a0Jane blinked in expectation. He groaned.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cNow, none of this milord business. I won\u2019t have it.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Feeling bold, Jane took a step and turned so that her back was to him and he naturally pulled her into a nuzzling embrace.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cWell if ye do not join me for church,\u201d she mocked him in a horrible Scottish brogue, \u201cthere\u2019ll be much more ye won\u2019t have.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Jane ducked, an unexpected move on her part that surprised Graham. He found himself unable to block her escape and she rose, scampering out of his reach.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

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Lord Graham Hamilton, Earl of Bolton, Baron Tweeddale, did not rush after his Jane. Instead, he very calmly retrieved his sealskin gloves from his sporran. His eyes flicked to the boy he would take as his ward just as soon as he endured the trial of convincing his aunt. Once more, the child fell asleep and Graham was about to share \u00a0a private thought with the lad when the maid, Millie, suddenly entered Jane\u2019s room.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cOh, I beg your pardon, milord.\u201d The maid curtsied and bowed her head.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Realizing he was hopelessly outnumbered and that the staff doted on Jane, he could only nod and leave the room to meet the woman vexing him most at the carriage. He could have sworn the maid stifled a giggle as he exited, confirmation Miss Bennet had instructed her to change his preferred address ofsir<\/i>. He allowed his frustration from their impasse over when to wed to manifest in his swift jog down the steps, finding himself in a better mood by the time he reached the massive oak doors of Starvet House.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

But there was no Jane.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Bewildered, he looked around, but Mr. Harper, the butler, advised the frequent visitor and long-term guest.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cShe is waiting in the carriage, milord.\u201d Harper stood stiffly after the announcement, opening the door for the man to brave the winter chill in order to attend services in the village. Starvet House held services in the chapel for the staff, but to fulfill the demand of the Kirk, to Haddington they\u2019d go.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cNot you, too.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cMilord?\u201d Harper asked, genuinely confused. Miss Bennet had said to address Mr. Hamilton by his proper title out of courtesy.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cNever mind. Miss Bennet and I are experiencing a difference of opinion,\u201d he said tersely through clenched teeth as the bitter cold brushed against his stockinged legs.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cI\u2019m terribly sorry to hear it, milord.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Before he began to yell at the butler for a taunt not of his making, Lord Hamilton stormed out of the home towards the waiting carriage. He yanked open the door, growling for the footman to leave him be, and stepped firmly up to launch himself into the conveyance.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cHow wonderful,\u201d Jane\u2019s cheeks appeared most fetching with a pinkish glow as she sat wrapped in a coat of the finest fur. \u201cI shall have a husband after all!\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Mr. Hamilton slammed the carriage door shut and took a seat across from his adversary, understanding now Darcy\u2019s warning that one does not woo a Bennet woman, one must win her.<\/span><\/span><\/p>



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