[ WP ] The main character deals with the fact that they are actually not the main character .

I'm not sure if you're allowed to post fan fiction responces but here goes nothing. 
 
 Mrs. Lydia Wickham grinned as she thought about the look on her sisters' faces when they learned that she, the youngest daughter, had married before any of them. Mama would be so proud of her. Her romance was like something out of a novel. She met the handsome George Wickham who preferred her company to the exclusion of her eldest sisters. He kissed her and told her he could n't wait to be married to her before he swept her away to London at night. Their wedding had been small and for some reason the odious Mr. Darcy was in attendance, but Lydia found she could hardly care about the grandness of the wedding. All that mattered was she had beat her siblings to marriage. 
 
 Lydia was sure at this point that George would take her to visit grand parties and balls, she would want for nothing and always be able to gloat over her sisters. 
 
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 When Lydia first recieved the letter that her sister Elizabeth would be married to Darcy shortly after leaving Longbourn she laughed in a most unladylike way. Sure, Lizzy would have more carriages and finery than Lydia but at the cost of being married to a passionless statue of a man. She may not have the material advantages of Lizzy, but she certainly had the better husband. 
 
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 Lydia wore the face of a petulant child when she told George she needed more pin monney and she was simply bored. This would be the day she would learn to ask nothing of George Wickham when had been losing at his gambling ventures. He smelled of liquour as he smacked her across the face. He grumbled incoherently and passed out shortly after, leaving Lydia crying that the man who professed to love her could be so cruel. 
 
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 Many months had passed and Lydia had long given up her childish innocence of the world. George had hit her on more than one occassion and recently he had been seen cohorting with Mrs. Beckham, the wealthy widow who lived near their regiment. 
 
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 Lydia had not seen her sister Elizabeth in three years, mostly because her husband was not allowed to visit at her home Pemberley. On the occassion of the birth of her sister's second child, Lydia decided that she simply must get away from her husband for a time and offered to go to visit her sister during her confinement. 
 
 There would have been a time not so long ago when Lydia would have fawned over her sister and admired the great house to which she was misteress and the fine dresses her sister was now allowed to wear. As she walked in, she expected Mr. Darcy to be much the same as she had known him prior to her marriage to George Wickham. She was astonished to see him playing lightheartedly with his one year old son, Edward George. She was informed that she had arrived just in time, as Lizzy had gone into labor early. 
 
 Lydia still had not given birth and did not wish to be present in the birthing room so she stayed downstairs with Mr. Darcy and Edward. Mr. Darcy was clearly agitated and fighting the urge to go to her sister. He would repeatedly get up, make as if to go to the hallway which led to her room, and then turn around and force himself to sit down. 
 
 Several hours later, it was announced that Lizzy had given birth to a girl. Relief washed over Darcy's face. They were allowed some time alone and then Lydia was invited in to view her new niece. She walked to the doorway and peering through, she could see the joy on Elizabeth's face even through her exhaustion. She could also see how little Madeline Jane had captivated Mr. Darcy. Most of all she could see the love and support they provided one another. 
 
 Lydia suddenly felt tears at her eyes and she thought to herself that the great story of her time would not be the grand adventures of George Wickham and Lydia Bennet as she had dreamed so long ago. The great story would be the quiet and powerful love of Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth. 

