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WARNING: This story includes sexually explicit material.

Any comments, including constructive criticisms, would be
most appreciated.  Please send to artemis55@hotmail.com

I would like to thank the Denny for all his help.

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The Time of Her Life
by Vickie Morgan

PART FIVE

Over the next few months Bill spent all his spare moments thinking up ways 
to spend his next twenty-four hours with Verity.  He thought up plan after 
plan, trying to think of things she had never had a chance to experience 
before.  He found that he missed her just as much as before but it was 
different this time.  Now he knew why she had left he wasn't tormented by 
theories of where she was or who she was with.  Instead when he missed her 
he could look at her photograph and remember the time they had enjoyed 
together.  His flat was filled with reminders of her now.  Everything he 
did, whether he was sitting by his pond or mopping the bathroom floor, 
evoked memories of Verity.


At last it was Halloween.  Bill had ensured that he got plenty of sleep 
beforehand so he could enjoy the twenty-four hours as much as possible.  As 
the station clock struck midnight, he was stood on the platform near the 
spot where he had last seen Verity.  Because he was looking for her, he 
spotted the first faint shimmer that gradually firmed into her outline.  Her 
eyes were closed and she swayed for a moment as her body took form and 
substance.  Then she opened her eyes and smiled at Bill.

"I'm back," she announced.  "Since I missed out on my good-bye kiss, can I 
have two hello kisses instead?"

"You can have all the kisses you want," Bill said, sweeping her into his 
arms.  He held her tight, convincing himself that she was real flesh and 
blood and not a figment of his imagination.  "Welcome back," he said, 
showering kisses over every inch of her face.

"It's so nice to have you right here waiting for me," Verity told him.  
"Thank you for being here again."

"It's my pleasure," Bill assured her.  "Come on, give me that bag and let's 
get out of this depressing place."

"That's fine by me," Verity said.  "Are we going to your flat?"

"We can do," Bill replied.  "I did have another plan though.  If you hate 
the idea it doesn't matter, but I thought I'd give you the option."

"What's the plan?" Verity inquired.

"How would you like to go on holiday?" Bill asked.  "My uncle has a time 
share in the Canary Islands we can have the use of.  A plane leaves from 
Newcastle airport in just over an hour that can take us there.  It will be 
hot and sunny and since it's a timeshare I can book now to make sure I'm 
there to meet you in February 2000.  But if you hate the idea, there's lots 
of other things we can do."

"No, I love it," Verity told him enthusiastically.  "It's a wonderful plan.  
But what am I going to do for clothes or a passport?  I don't have any kind 
of birth certificate you know."

"I know it's not strictly legal but I borrowed a passport from my cousin.  
You look vaguely alike, same height, same colouring.  They don't look that 
closely at the pictures so I think we'll get away with it.  If they do spot 
anything, we'll just say we picked up the wrong passport by mistake," Bill 
said.  "And I've brought you stacks of summer clothes so you should be able 
to find something you like.  I even remembered your red bikini that you left 
in my car.  So what do you say?  Do you fancy the idea?"

"Let me see, do I want to go on an aeroplane, something I've always dreamed 
of doing, so I can spend the day under a hot sun with the man I love?  You 
have to ask me if it's something I fancy doing?" Verity asked teasingly.  
"Come on, if we miss that flight I'll be devastated.  You have the best 
ideas, Bill!"


Verity was bubbling over with excitement all the way through their journey.  
The airport fascinated her and she wasn't the least bit frightened during 
the take-off.  Bill managed to convince the cabin crew to let her have a 
tour of the cockpit, which thrilled her.  When they landed it was still dark 
but by the time they reached the apartment complex and unpacked the sun was 
up.  Bill had to persuade Verity to stop and have some breakfast before they 
headed out to the beach, she was so eager to get going.

They were among the first tourists on the beach and they wandered along the 
water's edge until they found a small cove they liked the look of.  There 
was a small stone circle, just big enough for the two of them.  Once inside, 
they were sheltered from the wind and curious eyes.  They spent the whole 
day there until sundown.  They played in the waves and built sandcastles on 
the beach.  Verity hadn't wanted to bother with sunblock but Bill insisted, 
not wanting her to get burnt.  When she found it meant that he regularly 
rubbed the cool liquid all over her skin she soon warmed to the idea and 
insisted on making sure he was protected from the sun too.  Inevitably they 
would end up making love, the sun and their exertions coating their bodies 
with slippery sweat.  Then they dived in the ocean to clean up and had to 
reapply the sunblock.

Bill had brought Verity a selection of dresses to choose from, and he took 
her out to the best restaurant on the island.  They had a wonderful evening 
that was the perfect end to their day.  As it approached midnight, they 
walked back down to the beach and chose a spot for Verity to disappear from.


Verity had been anxious that something would happen to prevent Bill meeting 
her on the beach over three years later.  Bill had carefully planned things 
though and everything worked out exactly to schedule.  He had even managed 
to find a flight that landed back in Newcastle just before midnight on 
February 29th.  They had another wonderful day in the sun, then they found a 
quiet corner of the arrivals lounge and Verity disappeared.


On the following Halloween, Bill was late to meet Verity for the first time. 
  There had been an accident on the motorway and he had been considerably 
delayed.  He ran into the arrivals lounge of Newcastle airport, over half an 
hour late.  They had arranged to meet at the coffee shop should they miss 
each other for any reason, so Bill headed straight there.  He was relieved 
to spot her immediately, but then his heart sank as he noticed she was 
quietly crying into her tea.

"Verity, darling, I'm so sorry I was late," he said, taking her hand.  "I 
didn't mean to be and I'm going to make sure I never am again."

"It's not that," Verity replied, tears still trickling down her face.  "I 
just know you are going to hate me."

"Verity!" Bill protested indignantly.  "I can't think of anything you could 
possibly do that could make me hate you.  What are you talking about?"

"This," she said, and stood up.  Bill's jaw dropped open as he took in the 
swell of her pregnant stomach stretching her dress.

"This is a practical joke, right?" he asked unsteadily.  "You've stuffed a 
pillow or something up there."

"No," Verity told him sadly.  "This is a real baby.  I didn't know this 
could happen."

"Neither did I," Bill said.  "If I had known I'd have taken precautions."

"It's not your fault, Bill," Verity reassured him.  "I did have a period one 
day, back in 1964.  I should have been more careful.  But it's my 
responsibility, not yours, Bill."

"You know, I never thought I'd be angry with you Verity but I am now," Bill 
said.  "You are the woman I love, that baby is as much mine as yours, the 
result of our love.  How dare you say I have no responsibilities?"

Verity smiled at him through her tears.  "That's exactly why I love you 
Bill," she confessed.  "I've been sat here thinking you would be so upset 
and I forgot what a wonderful, caring man you are."  She suddenly stopped 
talking and gripped the table, her face contorted with pain.

"Verity, are you OK?" Bill asked, putting his arm round her.  "Here sit 
down.  What's wrong?  Is the baby kicking you?"

"Not exactly," Verity told him.  "It's a contraction.  My waters broke 
almost the moment I got here and the contractions are getting more frequent. 
  The baby is trying to be born."

"What!  Right now," Bill demanded.

"Believe me, it was as big a shock to me as it is to you," Verity said 
wryly.  "What are we going to do, Bill?  I can't go to a hospital.  How am I 
supposed to fill in the paperwork?  Date of Birth, February 29th 1900, 
that's going to go down well."

"Don't panic," Bill said, producing his mobile phone.  "One of my 
sisters-in-law is a midwife.  I'm going to phone her and get her to meet us. 
  It's going to take at least half an hour to get to the flat, do you think 
you can last that long?"

"I think so.  But Bill, I'm not full term.  It's only been eight months.  
And who knows what happened to the baby when I disappeared.  What if there's 
complications?" Verity asked.  "I don't want our baby to suffer because of 
me."

"If there's complications we'll deal with them when they happen," Bill 
replied firmly.  "If necessary, we'll go to the hospital and just lie on the 
forms.  But worrying is not going to help anyone.  Now I'm going to bring 
the car round to the entrance and I'll meet you there.  Can you manage to 
walk there OK?"

"I'll be fine," Verity said bravely.  "If I get another contraction I'll 
just sit down on someone's suitcase until it passes.  But Bill, please 
hurry."

It was the most nerve-wracking journey of Bill's life.  He drove as fast as 
he dared.  He had put Verity in the back and in his mirror he could see her 
biting her lip as the contractions increased in frequency and intensity.  
Fortunately, there wasn't much traffic in the early hours of a Tuesday 
morning, not even on the A1.  When they reached his flat, his brother and 
his sister-in-law were already waiting.  Between the three of them, they 
managed to get Verity inside and settled on the bed.

Bill hoped he never had to go through such a terrifying time ever again.  He 
refused to leave Verity's side but stayed with her throughout.  He put cool 
cloths on her forehead and let her squeeze his hand until the bones creaked 
in protest.  The sight of Verity's blood turned his stomach but his 
sister-in-law seemed confident enough.  Halfway through his parents arrived 
with an aunt who had assisted at lots of births.  Bill knew he would have 
lots of questions to answer later but for now his family were just being 
supportive.  Eventually, after several stressful hours, he heard a weak cry 
and his sister-in-law held up his newborn child.

"It's a girl," she announced.  The babe was wiped and wrapped in a warm 
blanket and passed to the exhausted Verity.  Bill looked down in wonder at 
the pink wrinkled face, unable to believe that he had just become a father.

"Are there any complications?" he asked anxiously, looking at Verity's pale 
face.  "Are they both OK?"

""Everything looks fine," his aunt reassured him.  "It was a long labour so 
it's natural for Verity to be so tired.  And the baby is slightly smaller 
than normal but you did say she was a month early.  It would be advisable to 
get them checked out by a doctor, just in case."

"No doctors," Verity murmured, cuddling her child.  She rested her head 
against Bill's chest with a sigh and smiled up at him.

"Don't worry," Bill told her.  "I'm going to take care of everything."  He 
looked up to see his aunt and sister-in-law regarding him disapprovingly.  
"It's complicated," he said defensively.

"What about your cousin Wasim?" his Dad suggested.  "He's almost a doctor.  
He'd be better than no one."

"Yeah, thanks, Dad," Bill said.  "Would you mind giving him a call for us?"

"Right, and the rest of you need to get out too," his sister-in-law said 
firmly.  "The new mother needs to rest and regain her strength and no doubt 
the baby could do some peace as well.  If you just sit in that chair for a 
moment, Verity, we'll get this bed changed and then you can settle down for 
a nap."

Verity passed him their daughter while she moved as instructed.  Bill held 
the tiny bundle containing his child as carefully as possible, terrified 
that he would drop it.  Then the baby's eyes fluttered open and looked 
directly at him.  Bill looked back in wonder, immensely flattered when she 
blew a few bubbles.

"She smiled at me," he announced proudly.  "Verity, she looked at me and 
smiled.  She's got your wonderful smile."

"And your beautiful eyes," Verity said.

"What are we going to call her," Bill asked, tenderly placing the baby in 
Verity's arms.

"How about 'Dawn' in memory of that morning at Washington Monument," Verity 
suggested.

"You old romantic," Bill teased, smoothing a lock of Verity's hair back from 
her face.  "I'd like to call her 'Hope' as well."

"Why Hope," Verity asked.  "I like it, it's a lovely name but why did you 
pick it?"

"Because this miracle has given me hope that your curse may be broken," Bill 
told her.  Verity cast a worried glance at the members of his family that 
were still lingering.  "Don't worry, I'm going to have to tell some of them 
all about it anyway," Bill said.  "But don't you think that this may change 
things.  It all started with your birth at the beginning of this century and 
now you've had a child right at the end of the century.  And unlike your 
poor mother, you gave birth surrounded by a loving family and I love you and 
the baby.  Surely that's enough to break any curse."

"Do you think it's possible?" Verity asked uncertainly.

"Yes, I do," Bill said firmly.  "And so will you, if you just think about 
it.  Now I know you hate to sleep, but this time you need to rest.  I'll 
stay until you doze off and I'll wake you up in a couple of hours as you'll 
both be hungry by then."


As he had expected, Bill faced a barrage of questions from his family.  He 
told them as much as he thought they would understand.  When most of them 
had left to see what they could find in the way of baby clothes and 
equipment, Bill took his Dad aside and told him the full story and his 
plans.  Although he was concerned for both Bill and Verity and Hope, his Dad 
was amazingly supportive and understanding.

The day passed quickly with Bill's family arriving with gifts and 
congratulations.  Verity was overwhelmed by their kindness and Hope was soon 
ensconced in a cradle, wrapped up in a pair of pyjamas much too big for her 
and an embroidered blanket.  Bill couldn't keep the proud smile off his face 
ashe watched his family welcome Verity and Hope into their midst.

Finally, everyone went home and Bill and Verity were alone with their new 
daughter.  Bill sat in the big armchair, Verity sat on his knees holding 
Hope in her arms.  As the hands on the clock approached midnight they both 
grew silent.

"I'd best get ready, just in case," Verity said eventually.

"No," Bill said holding her tight.  "The curse is broken, you just have to 
believe that."

"But what if it isn't," Verity asked.  "What if you're wrong?"

"If I'm wrong, then whatever happens to you will just have to happen to me 
and Hope too," Bill said firmly.

"Bill, no," Verity protested.  "I'm not going to risk that, not for you or 
Hope."

"So what are we supposed to do?" Bill asked.  "A little girl needs her 
mother, especially when she's not even a day old.  And what happens as she 
grows up, how is she going to have any kind of relationship with you when 
you'll miss most of her childhood?  You can't tell me that's what you want.  
And what about me?  It tears my heart out each time you leave and it feels 
like half of my soul is missing until you return."

"So what are you planning on doing?" Verity inquired.

"Nothing, since I'm convinced Hope has broken your curse," Bill told her 
calmly.  "But if by any chance you do go, well Hope and I will be coming 
with you."

"Bill, are you absolutely sure?" Verity asked.

"More sure than I've ever been of anything in my life.  I love you, Verity, 
and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, not waiting for you."

"Oh Bill, I love you too."  They shared a long lingering kiss, and then 
Verity rested her head on his shoulder.  Bill wrapped his arms around his 
family and held them close as he watched the clock strike midnight.

Copyright Vickie Morgan, 2000
E-mail artemis55@hotmail.com
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