Jane Bennet

bennet_beauty @ 2014-01-13T21:02:00

2014-01-14T02:04:51Z

After some weeks from the visit which had been brought upon them, Jane had endured plenty of thoughts. It was not at the forefront of her mind as she found the concept of the question frightening and wary, but it had remained there. It stood in her mind when she changed Emmy and put her to bed. It lingered as she read stories to Duckie and set him down for his nap, but it resonated most when Jane looked at her eldest.

Lydia was now nearly eight years old and it was in her that Jane often saw the remnants of Stu in her eyes and the shape of her nose. It reminded her that Carwood had grown to love another man's child and had looked past biology to do so. He had done such a noble and loving thing and she wondered why she should not do the same.

Now, weeks later, she felt that she had made an about-turn in her decision, but there was a problem at hand. How was she to tell Carwood that she wished to help two men out and give over her body, if only for the better part of a year?

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bennet_beauty @ 2013-05-19T21:45:00

2013-05-20T01:49:22Z

It was unfathomable.

It was impossible. The news reached Jane with alacrity and she could not recall a time in recent history that could compare to the anguish that ripped through her. The details were scarce, but what she knew was enough to make her panic. Carwood and Lydia had been out for the day and Carwood was injured and there was no news of her daughter. Stricken of all other thoughts, Jane threw on whatever clothes she had presently and ran as quickly as she could for the clinic, not stopping a single moment though her breathing suffered for it.

When she arrived, she covered her mouth as a sob of relief assaulted her to see Carwood breathing. She launched herself from the door to his bedside and wrapped her arms around him, burying her tears in his chest. "Carwood," she wept. "Carwood, where is Lydia?" she demanded, the world blurred behind her tears and her words high and girlish. She was so scared and her daughter was not with her husband, where was her daughter? "Carwood," she pleaded, breath hitching in her throat. "Carwood, where is Lydia?" she demanded, words barely more than a hyperventilated exhalation. "Where is our daughter?"

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Dated March 20th

2013-02-25T01:21:09Z

After birthing two children in the privacy of her own home, Jane had planned to be at the clinic this time. She had grown used to the modernity of the clinic and appreciative of all its trappings. Still, some things you could not plan and the unexpected nature of the third child was one of those things. Jane stared down at the mess she had made in the lobby, breathing out sharply as she realized what was to come.

She felt rather nervous for even though she had done it before, it was still a terrifying notion to know what was coming. "Lydia," she said calmly, turning to her youngest. "Will you take Duckie and make your way to the Compound? Make sure you are both there safely and please check in with an adult, tell them I sent you," she said, offering her child a gentle smile. "I will walk with you some of the way."

She watched Lydia take Duckie in her arms when the Compound was in sight, carefully making their way and though she did not like to leave them alone, she knew that it was best they not see Jane as she made her way through the earliest stages of the pregnancy. Once they were inside, she lifted the skirts and made her way to the Boarding House, breathing heavily as she went.

Once inside, she calmly went to the office, hoping not to disturb anyone. "Carwood?" she said, calm as she could. "Are you busy? I require your aid."

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bennet_beauty @ 2012-12-12T21:55:00

2012-12-13T02:59:28Z

It was a strange sound that roused Jane from her sewing in the mid-afternoon. The weather outside had taken a turn for the frightful and she was not yet accustomed to having so many floors of a building as their home. It was taking some getting used to, to be sure. The bedrooms seemed to have remained on the same floor, but it required stairs to go to other places in her house -- such as the ballroom and the kitchen.

This sound, however, was coming from the bedroom of the children and it was not Lydia's voice.

Warily, Jane roused herself to her feet. "Carwood?" she summoned. "Carwood, are you busy at the moment?" It was best to investigate in numbers, she believed. If something was amiss or if someone had managed to break in, she wished for the aid.

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bennet_beauty @ 2012-07-15T21:24:00

2012-07-16T01:26:13Z

It felt terribly odd to be at this appointment alone.

Jane had dropped off the children to the office so that they would be well-cared for before affixing a coat upon her shoulders and making her way to the remote clinic so that she was somewhat apart from the general civilization. She did wish that Carwood were here, but he was not and it left her to be checked out wholly on her own. Perhaps there would be something quick to prescribe to calm her nerves, as she hoped that the situation would resolve, but continued not to do so.

She arrived, fraught as ever, and entered the clinic. "Hello?" she called out demurely. "Doctor? Nurse? Anyone? I've come for counsel."

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bennet_beauty @ 2012-04-29T12:54:00

2012-04-29T16:58:15Z

Lydia had insisted upon two stories before bed this evening. Jane, never one to deny her children anything that they requested, had patiently read through the books, providing the voices with as much steady enthusiasm as she could bear. Once her eldest was asleep, Jane made her way to Duckie's room in order to change him, feed him, and ensure that he was well-content. As ever, he wriggled and babbled as she worked, but she had grown to find his state of unrest a fond thing. It reminded her, almost, of Kitty and Lydia and she thought that at least Richard would never hurt for activity.

An hour later, she was quite ready for bed herself, though the hour was still early. Still, Jane marked the day as a success. She was tired, yes, but had the presence of mind to still be thoughtful and alert. Her body did not ache as it had in the early days, which made her grateful that the worst of Duckie's infancy seemed to be over. With such a thought came others, but they were not plans to be made on her own.

Upon reaching her shared room with Carwood, Jane set to undressing as her mind ruminated on the possibility it had happened upon. Her fingers brushed against the corset once her linens were off and she cast a gaze through the large room. "Carwood?" she called, softly so as not to wake the children. "May I request your help?"

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