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Chapter Seventeen: Counter-Offer

Posted on Tuesday, 3 July 2007

Darcy struggled for breath and his hand went to his heart in hopes of ripping out the sudden searing pain that had entered it with Elizabeth’s last words. It was as if a knife had been thrust into it and her silence afterward was twisting it around. He sat down on the bench next to her before his legs gave out.

His first reaction was to lash out at such a ridiculous comment, but another look at her stopped him. Her clothes were soaked through and clung to her frame. She looked so incredibly small. Rarely did he notice the size difference between them, despite the fact that he had a good six inches on her, but now she looked no bigger than a small child - a scared, hurt, and confused child. The vitality he had always loved was gone; so was the usual spark in her eye. She did not resemble the woman he loved at all, except for physical appearances.

A shiver ran down his spine and he realized how cold it was. He needed to get her inside and warm. After that he could convince her that everything was going to be alright, and they could get through it together. Together being the operative word.

How to get her inside – but therein lied the dilemma. Professing undying love and his desire to marry her would only push her farther away – just as far as his anger would. He could carry her inside, but he was pretty sure there would be dire consequences to that as well, even if they weren’t immediate. He needed to carefully balance care and concern with heavy handedness to get her inside. He knew his next words were vitally important.

The water soaking through his pants from the wet bench chilling him further brought the urgency of action to the forefront of his mind. “Elizabeth.” He said firmly but softly. “Look at me.” When Elizabeth sat up he continued, choosing his words very carefully. “The best arrangement is the two of us raising our child together.” He looked intently into her eyes, hoping to convey his love and the unspoken words to her. When he saw a spark flicker in her eye, he daringly he moved closer and put his arm around her shoulder. To his surprise, Elizabeth rested her head against his chest. He closed his eyes as a wave of relief washed over him and wrapped her up with his other arm. She was shivering and had the lights been any brighter, he would have seen her lips were starting to turn blue.

The two sat as thus in the rain for several minutes before Darcy murmured. “Let’s get you inside and into a hot bath.”

Elizabeth hesitated but then nodded in agreement.

After seeing Elizabeth settled into a hot bath, complete with a calming lavender bath oil Darcy made a few phone calls, despite the late hour. The first call was to Jane, with a brief explanation of the situation. Jane readily agreed to stay with her, as he knew she would.

The second call was to Richard. “Richard, have the car sent to Charles’ to pick up Jane and bring her Elizabeth’s. Also, I need to know where your parent’s are staying.”

Richard had been indulging himself in Darcy’s port and hitting pools balls around to calm himself before bed. A little alarmed he responded, “They’re at the Ritz. Room 2612. Is Liz alright?”

Darcy grunted and hesitated. He wasn’t sure how much to tell Richard. “She’s going to be alright, but she is sort of having a meltdown. I’m going to have Jane stay with her tonight.” He knew that raised more questions than he was prepared to answer so said gruffly. “I’m not going to get into details, just have the car sent.”

The third phone call was to his aunt and uncle. Without the ceremony of a greeting, he said harshly, “I will be there in an hour. If you do not want to cause a scene at this late hour, I suggest you and my aunt be ready to receive me.” He hung up again not waiting for a response. Let them ponder that for an hour!

As Elizabeth soaked in the hot tub, Darcy rehearsed what he would say to his aunt and uncle. It would be short and there would be no negotiation. They had insulted him, they had insulted Elizabeth, and they had insulted his child. He would not abide by it. Nor would he allow them to believe he would ignore it as he so often had done in the past.

Satisfied with his speech, his thoughts went to the bigger problem, Georgiana. Her reception of Elizabeth had been cold and indifferent, with a few exceptions. The last week had been a little better, but still there was something missing. Complete acceptance of Elizabeth was not something he demand, but it irritated him that his own sister would be so judgmental, and that she could so easily be influenced by other’s people opinion. Why couldn’t she see Elizabeth for warm, caring, lively person she was?

He replayed all the conversations he had with Georgiana regarding Elizabeth in his head. Then it struck him. There was a common theme to every conversation that could only lead to one conclusion. His sister was a snob! A rich spoiled brat and a snob! Unlike him, who was taught the necessity of earning the right to carry the Darcy name, he had let her be a Darcy by default.

His father’s admonition came to him. You may be a Darcy in name, but you must also become one in character.

That is where Georgiana had failed; she had not earned the Darcy name. She had not become a Darcy in character. He hung his head in shame. He had raised Georgiana to be a Darcy in name only. With the help of his aunt, she had experienced all the benefits of the Darcy name without any of the responsibility of carrying the name and as a result, she had become haughty, arrogant, and judgmental of anyone without a pedigree.

Thoughts of Georgiana’s teen-age years flooded his consciousness – every trial, every argument they had, every conversation. It was all there. He had bought her cooperation when he wanted it. He had let her do what she pleased. He had never made her work or earn a single dollar. Even his reproofs to her were different than the ones he had been given. He reminded her she was a Darcy, but had never explained to her what that meant, nor demand she behave as a Darcy.

With a heavy heart, he apologized to his parents for failing them, and vowed to change things. Georgiana would learn to be a Darcy in every meaning of the name, as he did. She would learn to be hard working, generous, charitable, loyal, and understanding. She would earn the respect and admiration that came with the Darcy name, rather than expect it. How, he wasn’t certain, but he knew the solution somehow involved Elizabeth.

Shaking himself out of his reflection, he checked on Elizabeth and helped her to bed. As he did, he told her Jane was on her way over to stay with her. Being rewarded with the first small smile of the evening, he knew he had done the right thing. He accepted the fact that he could not help her, despite the wound it did to his pride. Elizabeth’s well being was more important, and he would do whatever it took to bring her back.

When Jane arrived, Darcy thanked her for coming and explained in more detail most of what had happened. He did his best to apologize for his family’s arrogance and rudeness and gave assurances it would not happen again.

Darcy was surprised at the forgiveness Jane so readily bestowed on him and his family, and the undeserved understanding she afforded his aunt and uncle - and they weren’t even her own family! But that was not all he saw to admire. There was also a certain strength behind her natural gentleness that he had not fully appreciated until now. He couldn’t help but think what a fortunate man Charles was to have won her. And then another realization dawned on him. The two Bennet sisters had all the qualities he wished Georgiana would have.

Suddenly, Georgiana’s arrival could not be soon enough. His sister needed exposure to both Bennet’s, and he would be certain she got it in heavy doses – if they would permit it; he prayed they would. He mused briefly at how it would take two ‘country chits’ to teach his sister how to be Darcy – a lesson he and the rest of his family had failed at, despite their innumerable resources.

After ensuring Jane knew how to get a hold of him, and penning a quick note for Elizabeth, should she ask for him, he headed to confront his aunt and uncle.

Darcy arrived at the Ritz almost on the hour from when he called his uncle. He knocked softly at first, giving his relations a chance to be discreet.

Arrogant as ever, his aunt greeted him. “I hope this means you have come to your senses William. But really, this could have waited until morning. We are not leaving until Tuesday.”

Darcy’s ire was immediately reignited and his eyes instantly became dark with rage again. Speaking slowly and evenly he said, “What I have to say is not open for negotiation. You have insulted me and Elizabeth for the last time. Elizabeth is carrying the Darcy heir, and with any luck, I will still be able to convince her to become my wife in spite of my family.” The disgust he felt towards his relatives was clear as he spat out the word family. But he was not yet finished. “Until you apologize and are willing to give Elizabeth the respect due her, you will never be welcomed into any of my homes. Furthermore, I will cease communication with you and will instruct Gina to do the same.”

Darcy was surprised to see a small smile on his uncle’s face, but before he could make out the emotion behind the smile, his attention was brought back to his aunt. In her usual superior tone she said, “You are making a grave mistake William. I dare say my poor dear sister is turning over in her grave over your choice. And do not think for a minute you can keep Gina from us.”

“Do not speak to me about what my mother wanted for me in a wife. You do not know!” Darcy retorted venomously. As his assessment and cause for his sister’s character came back to him, he paused for a moment and then in a softer tone said, “As for Gina, you are correct. If she wishes to contact you, I cannot stop her.” He paused, letting his aunt feel some satisfaction before the set down. “But remember this. I still control her trust fund for several more years, and I doubt that she will choose you over her trust fund.”

His aunt recoiled, but Darcy felt no satisfaction. He was too dismayed at the truth of the statement. Having had his say, he turned to the door. “When you are ready to give Elizabeth her due, you may call me. Our child is due December 10. If you don’t have a change of heart, it could be a lonely holiday season for you.”

Darcy returned to his apartment late, not terribly surprised to find Richard up waiting for him. After a couple glasses of port, Darcy relayed the details of his conversation with his aunt and uncle, and gave a few details about Elizabeth. He did not relay the details of their conversation; deciding that was a private matter between the two of them. He only said he had found Elizabeth sitting in the rain, and that she was sullen and not herself.

He then moved on to the topic he did want to discuss with Richard, starting with the information he received from Wickham. To say Richard was surprised James had been the one to take the picture of Georgiana would be an understatement. Darcy had never seen so many emotions pass so quickly through a person - shock, concern, anger, understanding all passed through him within seconds.

Richard agreed with Darcy that James had done it for mercenary reasons, not because he actually wanted to hurt Georgiana. They amused themselves briefly by exploring the possibility that Wickham was scared of James’ family and was therefore telling the truth when he said James didn’t know what was the pictures were being used for. In the end, they decided pressing charges would be a last resort, and it would be preferable to simply work to sever ties between the two.

“Gina isn’t going to cooperate.” Richard said matter of factly.

Darcy nodded in agreement. “I know. But she is going to be out here for the summer, which will make it easier.” With a snort he said, “And perhaps it’s time she learn to do without some things, starting with her cell phone.”

Richard suppressed a chuckle, but not the smirk that graced his face. “Princess Gina denied something?” He added sarcastically.

Darcy nettled at the accuracy of the comment. With a guilty sigh he said, “I failed them Richard. I failed my parents.” Richard was about to say something, but Darcy held up his hand halting him. “I was taught to be a Darcy, but I didn’t teach Gina the same thing.” With a slow shake of the head he said, “I am saddened to say, Gina is a Darcy in name only. I need to change that before it’s too late – before she has complete control over her life and trust fund.”

Richard looked at his cousin with new interest and wondered at the sudden change in attitude. He had always thought Darcy indulged the girl far too much, but had said very little. The few times he had, he was met with staunch denial and resistance from Darcy. While he felt he shared in some of the responsibility in raising the girl, he always deferred to Darcy unless Georgiana’s well being was in jeopardy. Of course the fact that he had spent a number of Georgiana’s teen years over seas didn’t help either. “So what are you going to do?” He asked, his curiosity piqued.

Darcy ran a hand through his hair. His tone was soft and resigned. “I don’t know. I’m hoping exposure to Elizabeth and Jane this summer will help. But I don’t think it is enough.” Lifting his eyes to his cousin almost pleadingly, he asked, “How do you teach someone the value of things like loyalty, respect, charity?”

Richard said somewhat offhandedly. “I think the army did a pretty good job with me.” He chuckled when he received the glare from his cousin he expected. “Honestly Darcy. The army does teach some good things. During boot camp, it doesn’t matter who your parents are. And in the field, you learn your life depends on others and you don’t ask their lineage first.”

Darcy nodded hearing the truth in his cousin’s words. “So she needs an environment where nobody cares if she’s a Darcy… Where do you propose we find that?”

Richard shrugged and took another sip of port.

Darcy looked at his cousin, he brow deeply creased. “What do you think about spending some time on the Bennet farm?” Thinking out loud he said, “Of course, Mrs. Bennet is there and I’m not sure Lydia would be a good influence. Though Elizabeth says Mary is doing well.” Darcy thought some more. “Maybe Elizabeth’s aunt and uncle would be better…”

Richard snorted lightly. “Don’t you think you should talk to Liz before you start using her family to reform your sister?”

Darcy chuckled and bobbed his head up and down. “Thanks man.”

Richard thought for a moment and then chuckled again. “Georgiana on a farm…”

He threw back the last of his port and then rose. “I’m off to bed.” When he reached the door, he said back over his shoulder. “I don’t want to be around when you tell Gina of your plan.”

Darcy chuckled heartily and called back, “And you call yourself a soldier.”

Elizabeth woke the next morning feeling lethargic and empty. Her head felt like it was full of rocks and her eyes were puffy, all topped off with a hint of morning sickness. Slowly she opened her eyes. When she recognized she was in her own room and realized she was alone, the memories of the previous night flooded back to her and her eyes welled up with tears again. She had told him to leave, and he had listened. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. On one hand she appreciated his respect for her feelings and wishes, but on the other hand felt at the moment, there was no place she wanted to be more than in his arms. Blasted hormones! I didn’t used to be this undecided! And what is with these damnable tears!

Before her contemplation could get too deep, she was made aware of someone else’s presence in the apartment by noises coming from the kitchen. Quickly she grabbed her robe and hurried out to greet the person, a small part of her hoping it would be Darcy. It would be just like him to completely ignore my request. She was a little disappointed, but also rather happy to see Jane.

“Good morning sis.” Jane greeted happily. “I made some of my famous cheddar biscuits and was about to make some eggs. How do you want yours?”

Elizabeth felt her stomach churn at them mention of eggs. “No eggs. They make me nauseous.”

Jane pursed her lips in disappointment. “Well, what else do you want with your biscuits?”

Elizabeth smiled. “I think I have some ham in the fridge. How ‘bout some fried ham and juice.” Her sister smiled and retrieved the said items from the fridge as Elizabeth sat down at the table.

Looking around the place, Elizabeth asked cautiously, not sure she wanted to know the answer, “Is uh… William coming over today?”

Jane beamed. She had hoped Elizabeth would change her mind after a good night’s rest but knew better than to bring up the topic herself. “He left you a note” she replied, pointing to an envelope on the counter, “and told me to call him if you asked for him.”

Elizabeth couldn’t help the warm feeling invaded her heart and reached for the letter, trying not to seem too anxious.

My dearest Elizabeth,

I do not know how to begin to make amends for the vicious and wretched things said to you by aunt. Nor can I convey in words the depth of my guilt for failing to protect you yet again. For the moment, all I can do is give you my assurances I will do everything in my power to ensure it will never happen again, if you will let me.

My love, there is no one more important to me than you and our child. I know you are hurting and sadly, I do not know how to stop the pain. But know that I would willingly take it all upon myself to see you smile again. You only need to send me word and I will be at your side.

Forever yours,

William

PS – I was hoping to tell you this last night. Wickham is in prison for good. He pled guilty to all charges and will be serving the next eight to fifteen years behind bars. I hope knowing the threat has been removed helps you feel a little safer.

PPS – You may keep Batman around as long as you as want. I know only time will heal some wounds.

A few tears fell to Elizabeth’s cheek and she quickly brushed them away. The depth of his love and his own pain was evident in his letter. If only things were that simple. His love for her, and her love for him was never the problem. She had never blamed him for his aunt’s words, and she did not want him to feel guilty for what had happened. He didn’t know, nor could he control someone else’s actions. She felt an urge to call him immediately, but then not knowing what she would say and still in a general state of confusion over everything, decided against it.

A clank of dishes brought Elizabeth’s attention back to her sister and she smiled weakly to the questioning, tender look.

“I suppose he told you what happened.” Elizabeth said dryly.

Jane nodded. “Most of it.” Sympathetically she squeezed her sister’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry his aunt was so cruel to you.”

Elizabeth shrugged. “At least I know exactly how they feel about me.” With a sad snort she added wryly, “No need for polite courtesy anymore.”

Jane shook her head. Her sister was, well being her sister. Shrugging things off, keeping her thoughts to herself; burying her emotions. “Lizzy. William was really worried about you. He felt just awful when he found out.”

Elizabeth nodded. “I know.” Changing the subject she said more lightly, “Wickham is in jail for eight to fifteen years.”

Jane smiled trying to sound pleased. Though she had known Elizabeth had merely changed to the topic to avoid talking about the bigger problem. “That’s great to hear. Does this mean things can start to get back to normal?”

Elizabeth sniffed. Normal? “I guess…” she said sarcastically, “If you define normal as working for your boyfriend, and being pregnant with apparently an evil spawn.”

“Elizabeth Bennet!” Jane admonished forcefully. “You know William doesn’t think that and neither do you!” Lowering her voice a little she said, “I’ve never seen a man so giddy over a baby. I can only hope Charles is as excited when we decide to have kids.”

Elizabeth laughed and rubbed her stomach in apology. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone describe William as giddy.”

Jane laughed. “Well its true! Even Charles says he is sick of Darcy’s stupid grin when he talks about the baby!” She offered as a rejoinder.

Elizabeth picked at the biscuit in front of her trying to suppress a smile at Jane’s description of Darcy. She could not say she was all that surprised; in fact the growing pile of toys in her room at Darcy’s was evidence enough of his excitement. Seeing an opening, Jane asked, “Have you two talked at all about getting married?”

Elizabeth began playing with lip not sure what she wanted to tell Jane. “We talked about it.”

“And…”

Elizabeth waggled her head. “It’s too soon. Even William admits we wouldn’t be getting engaged if it weren’t for the baby. And I just want to make sure…”

Jane shook her head in disbelief. “So he proposed and you turned him down?”

“Not exactly.” Elizabeth answered immediately and defensively. Softly she muttered, “He was carrying the engagement ring with him Mother’s Day weekend though.”

Jane’s eyes widened. “And why is it not on your finger then missy?” She asked in the tone that only older sisters have.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes dramatically. “For the reasons I just told you.” Adding with more exasperation. “If I agreed to marry him, I’d be forcing him to choose between his family and me. And I’m not about to do that!” Elizabeth forcefully got up and poured herself some more juice.

Jane put her arm around her sister’s shoulder and pointed to the note. “I would say he’s already made his choice.”

Darcy awoke Sunday morning to a bright sun coming through his bedroom window unhindered. Apparently he had forgotten to close the curtains last night. He groaned and pulled the blanket over his head to block it out. Despite the evident late hour, he could barely open his eyes.

He had spent most of the night tossing and turning. If he wasn’t contemplating what to do about Georgiana, he was thinking about Elizabeth.

Feeling around on his night stand for his cell phone, he checked to see if Elizabeth had called. She hadn’t. Disappointed and concerned, he set it back down with a thud, turned over and fell back asleep.

He woke again around eleven, feeling a bit more like himself. He checked his cell phone again, trying not to feel too disappointed when he saw Elizabeth still hadn’t called. He spent the day working and reading, and trying not to watch the clock or the phone. By two in the afternoon, he broke down and with a call to a florist, had a small bouquet of white daisies sent to Elizabeth’s. Feeling better with this small bit of communication, he was able to spend the rest of the day working. He had told her he loved her, and now he simply needed to be patient and wait for her.

Monday, Elizabeth attended Memorial Day services at the VA hospital. It was the first time she had been there in almost two months. She caught up with some of her friends there, and talked about the open house that would take place this summer, and other happenings. The familiar environment and discussion of everything that needed to be done still for the open house buoyed her spirits and she felt the surge of energy she usually felt coming back to her.

She walked over to Richard who was looking particularly dapper in his full dress uniform. “Hey Cas!” she greeted. “Very nice service you gave.” Playfully eying her friend she said, “You should wear your dress uniform more often...”

Richard stuck his chin out and replied, “I have to give you women a fighting chance.”

Elizabeth laughed and pretended to swoon, causing Richard to act even smugger.

A little cautiously, Richard asked, “Everything okay with you Liz?”

Elizabeth sent her eyes skyward for a moment. “I’m fine. Just a little stress meltdown and hormones, but I’m fine.” She rubbed her stomach.

Richard eyed her a little suspiciously. “And Darcy?”

Pertly she responded, “Not that it’s any of your business, but things are fine there too. We talked for a long time last night.”

Richard nodded satisfied. “And little Darcy?”

Elizabeth groaned at the appellation, but stretched her shirt tight against her stomach showing clear evidence of the baby. “Little Elizabeth” she stressed, “Is growing more than ever, now that he lets me eat.”

Richard smiled. “Still can’t believe you two of all people…”

Elizabeth laughed.

Elizabeth lay alone in her bed Monday night, the phone lying beside her as she contemplated her most recent conversation. A quick glance at the clock spoke of the lateness of the hour and the length of the conversation. For second night in a row, she and Darcy had spoken on the phone for over two hours.

They had talked, really talked – in ways they hadn’t since the whole business with Wickham had begun. The irony of the fact that they were little more than five miles apart had not been lost on either of them. However, neither of them was willing to risk the open communication that was so desperately needed. And so, for several hours each night, the two had talked on the phone while nestled in their respective bed.

The first night they talked at length about Darcy’s aunt and uncle. At Darcy’s request, Elizabeth told him everything that was said. In return, Darcy told her about the dinner and the confrontation at the hotel afterwards. Jane had been right – he had made the decision already and had chosen her over his family. Elizabeth was saddened to hear him so estranged from his family, but the definitiveness in his voice had told her there had never been a battle in his mind. He had made the choice with ease. She smiled at the remembrance of his words. I choose you, my love. Always you.

They talked about Georgiana at length as well. While providing advice to Darcy on the upbringing of his sister made Elizabeth somewhat uncomfortable, she could only agree with Darcy’s newly formed notion of his sister’s character. She was careful not to criticize either of them, despite the resentful feelings that the young girl stirred in her. She tried her best to provide objective insight to the situation as an outside observer.

They had talked at length over Darcy’s proposed solution, and in the end Darcy agreed with her that sending Georgiana to spend time on the Bennet farm would only enhance her displeasure and form a new resentment towards Elizabeth.

After much discussion and deliberation, it decided that Georgiana would be given a job at PMB, someplace like the mail room, and Elizabeth would speak with Richard and Jane about potential areas Georgiana could also do some volunteer work. The arrangements would satisfy the goals Darcy had set out, as well as provide enough supervision over Georgiana she did not dare overstep her bounds.

The second night, they talked about Wickham and everything that surrounded that. Elizabeth was more forthcoming about the nightmares she had, and her residual fears.

This of course brought them to discussing Elizabeth’s need for independence, and Darcy’s tendency to be over protective. She could tell Darcy did not really understand her need to feel self sufficient again; as much as she didn’t understand his feeling of helplessness and guilt when it came to looking after her and protecting her.

As a result, Elizabeth spent a great deal of time explaining that she needed to some time alone to deal with everything. While logically Darcy understood it, it didn’t make the separation any easier for him. He wanted her to turn to him, and cherished being able to provide for her, and her struggle for independence felt like she was pulling away from him. This development made him feel as though the relationship had taken a step backwards, and instead of getting closer to getting married, they were actually farther away. He wanted to be married by the time the baby was born, and every day they hadn’t come to an agreement on the matter he became more anxious.

While Elizabeth did not fully agree with his sentiments, she did her best to assure him of her love, and assure him that they would raise their baby together, and that she did want to get married, but first needed things to settle down a little.

They talked about her reservations in continuing to work for PMB. Elizabeth admitted that she had even contemplated leaving the company, but Darcy persuaded her to stay, especially since she really had no better alternative.

On the topic of work, Darcy surprised even himself when he asked her about her thoughts on working after the baby was born. That particular topic had been rather emotional, but each of them understood the other one’s perspective and they agreed to discuss it again after the baby was born.

Despite missing having him next to her, she could only reflect with a great deal of satisfaction on their conversations. For the first time in a while, she felt things were moving forward again and that indeed, everything would be alright.

Wednesday morning Darcy sat in his office. It was a big day, and he had wished Elizabeth could be there with him. Today, PMB’s ownership of Longburn was official. He knew she was at the office, but it was not quite the same. He would have to wait until tonight when they would have their own private celebration.

Darcy looked at his calendar and with some chagrin, noticing how full it was becoming. Next week would be the official welcoming cocktail party for the Longbourn executives and their spouses - an event Darcy which brought feelings of both loathing and excitement. He hated large events such as this in general, but the party was somewhat of a personal benchmark. He hoped to attend the event with Elizabeth, but she had voiced some understandable reservations. It was then he realized that working together was not going to be as cut and dry as he had thought.

The week after he would tour the Longbourn assembly plants with Elizabeth, his COO, and the VP from PMB’s Dallas plant. This would be followed by Georgiana’s arrival. The week after, Elizabeth’s birthday party - for which he had already begun conspiring with Jane, and then hopefully a weekend at Pemberley for just the two of them over the 4th of July weekend.

He was busy reviewing the plans Monica had sent him with regards to the cocktail party next week when his uncle was announced.

“Uncle.” Darcy greeted coldly.

Peter took a deep breath. “William. I’m going to make it short. Your aunt is waiting in the car.” At Darcy’s nod, he proceeded. “I wanted to tell you I’m happy for you and Elizabeth, and about the baby. It’s going to take your aunt longer to come around, but I will work on her. I just wanted you to know you have my support. Please give my apologies to Elizabeth.”

Darcy stood staring blankly at his uncle. “Why didn’t you say anything Saturday?”

Peter heaved another sigh. “Because I’m an old man who simply tries to avoid fights with his wife. But you’re like a son to me and I won’t be having her keep me from my grand nephew.” He pursed his lips, and then said. “And your aunt is wrong. Your parents would be very proud of you.” With a short nod, he turned to leave.

Darcy swallowed the sudden build up of emotions in his throat and stopped his uncle’s departure with a hand on his shoulder. “Thanks.” He said meaningfully. “I will give Elizabeth your apologies.” They took a few more steps towards the door and Darcy added, “I think Richard would like to hear that as well. Elizabeth is like a sister to him.”

His uncle nodded, acknowledging the unspoken words.

Chapter Eighteen: Assimilation

Posted on Friday, 6 July 2007

The first week after PMB took ownership of Longbourn was rather uneventful. The biggest turmoil was in the Human Resources area while things such as benefits, W-4, and payroll were still being sorted out; office supplies, where the once abundant PMB letterhead and envelope stock had dramatically dwindled; and Longbourn dumpsters which were now filled with Longbourn marketing material and paraphernalia, letterhead and envelopes.

From Elizabeth’s perspective, very little had changed. She spent the week continuing to catch up on things from the time she had missed and preparing for the trip that would happen the following week. If asked, she may have denied it, but the trip next week made her nervous. Darcy, her new boss - PMB COO Mr. Forester, and the VP from Dallas plants, Mr. Sutton would all be there.

Normally, giving a tour of her facilities came as natural to her as breathing. She knew the plants inside and out, knew their strengths and weaknesses, and every nuance of the place. But the implications of this tour were much more. The purpose of the tour she knew was not to see what their capabilities were so much as to figure out what capital could be sold off and evaluate what needed to be done to consolidate the plants. The problem for Elizabeth was how to present the projects without knowing the full capabilities of the Dallas plants.

And of course she there was concern for her staff. She didn’t know how the staff was handling the assimilation. Reports and gossip had been favorable, but showing up at the plant with the new CEO was going to be nerve racking for her entire staff. Furthermore, consolidation meant layoffs and she wondered how many people had come to the same conclusion, whether or not such a topic would even be discussed, and if so, at what point would she be privy to such discussions. All this only added pressure as she detailed the agenda for each location. She had to carefully select who would be invited to the meetings as every interaction her employees had with Darcy and the others was as a good as a job interview for them.

As if that wasn’t enough, she hadn’t been to any of the plants in over six weeks, so she had no idea of their current condition. Production and quality reports she had were promising, but some things needed to be seen in person; it had been why she made at least monthly trips to each one of them. At least they have a week to prepare.

And then of course there was the fact that she herself would be under the spotlight for a three full days. Had Darcy not been part of the party, Elizabeth knew she wouldn’t care so much. But there was something nerve racking about the idea of having Darcy’s inscrutable eye watching her. The man who knew her every facial expression, her every quirk, and her every gesture; there was little she would be able to hide from him. She could picture his brooding stare as she interacted with her managers, reviewed reports, made production decisions. What would he think? Was she too familiar with her staff, or was she too high-handed? Were her plants performing efficiently enough? Would she have to defend all her decisions? Would he be able to tell when she was making a call on instinct or one based on reason?

Get a hold of yourself! If you’re nervous, your staff will be nervous! You’ve done this job for eight years and you’re damn good at it. It doesn’t matter what he thinks! Or so she tried to convince herself.

Elizabeth was working long hours on catch-up and preparation. As a result, she and Darcy saw very little of each other that week. There was a quick dinner together Tuesday night, a few emails were exchanged and a few phone calls lasting no more than ten minutes each; that was it. While this was not unusual prior to the buyout, so much had happened since, that seeing each other almost daily had become the norm and they both felt unreasonably lonely. They had agreed to spend the weekend together, or as much of it as they could.

Friday night around eight, Elizabeth showed up at Darcy’s office to launch their first private weekend in what seemed like months. Darcy wanted to give her a private tour of the corporate offices, and show where her office would be moving to soon. Darcy preferred to have his executive staff nearby where practical, which coincided nicely with one of PMB’s first priorities - sell off the Longbourn corporate headquarters building. While a private tour certainly crossed the boundaries of a professional relationship, Elizabeth agreed to it since it was well after business hours.

After a kiss in greeting, Darcy led Elizabeth around the building explaining the different areas. The two walked through each floor, from the mail room to accounting, to human resources, to marketing, and sales.

Elizabeth noted a hint of pride in Darcy’s countenance as he showed her the building. There was a special glint in his eyes and a lilt and excitedness in his tone as explained the number of employees in each area, or described the work they did. It wasn’t pride in the building or the nice offices; she knew that. It was pride in what each office and cubical stood for - each one occupied by a person, for whom he was responsible. Each one had a job to do and he was responsible for making sure that job fit into the overall goals of the company. He was responsible for each person’s livelihood, their life, and he took a certain pride and ownership in that. She recognized the emotion because she felt the same thing as she walked through the plants, and especially the Medical Devices areas.

After touring about five or six floors, Elizabeth turned a warm meaningful smile to Darcy in the elevator, heading to the next floor. Darcy returned it and an unspoken understanding passed between them. If he hadn’t known it already, he did then; Elizabeth was born to be his wife. Unlike anyone else he had ever dated, he did not now nor ever would have to explain having to jet off at the last minute, or explain long nights at the office. She would know why he needed to do it and what it meant to him. She would never ask him to give it up.

The ding of the elevator doors opening brought him out of his stupor and once again he returned to the role of tour guide.

Finally they reached the first of three levels of the executives. The first two floors were for division vice-presidents, leaving the top floor for board members. Darcy showed her the office that was designated as hers. It was larger than her current one in the Longbourn building, and more ornately finished as well. The furniture was a deep cherry laminate. There was a large desk, a credenza, and sideboard with a black executive chair sitting behind the desk and a matching set of chairs placed in front of it. On the other side of the office, there was a small table with four chairs. She had a large window that provided a nice view of the downtown. The room looked a bit sterile, but Elizabeth knew all it was missing was a few personal affects.

While looking out the window, she wondered if Darcy had selected her office himself, though a quick review of its location with relation to his offered no immediate advantage. Having seen some of the other offices, she hadn’t noticed any special treatment either.

Seemingly reading her thoughts, Darcy said, “Mr. Forester and Monica determined the office locations and furniture for everyone.” Pulling her in for a kiss, he added archly, “You didn’t expect any special treatment did you?”

Elizabeth guiltily looked at her shoes and then up at him with a pursed smile. “Of course not.” She replied. She placed a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

Darcy wrapped his arms around her and gave her a lingering kiss, which she returned. Perhaps it was the way she looked, or having her so close to his office, or the darkening skyline, or the smile in the elevator, or simply having missed her all week, but he was overcome with emotion. He fought the urge to drop to his knee and beg her to marry him. He knew it was too soon after everything that had happened. She still needed more time to heal, and he was resolved to give it to her. Not trusting himself to say anything else, he simply whispered softly, “Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth looked up at him meeting his eyes which once again threatened to undo him. She knew that look; it was open, honest, and tender; a look that bared his soul to her. For a moment she let all her defense drop and let it be just the two of them. “I love you too William.” She whispered back.

A moment later, Elizabeth broke the embrace, putting all her armor back into place. It would not due to break rules of propriety after working together only a few days.

Darcy took two steps back and composed himself, wondering at the wisdom of having her so near all the time.

As agreed upon, Elizabeth spent the weekend at Darcy’s - and waking up Saturday morning next him, briefly made her wonder why she had ever considered anything else. Soon, she told herself, just a little longer.

Saturday the two went shopping. Elizabeth had determined earlier that week that her current dresses no longer fit; an observance that pleased Darcy a little too much in Elizabeth’s opinion. At least he was man enough to suffer the shopping trip; it was after all his fault she was in this condition she reasoned.

Elizabeth tried on dress after dress, trying to find one that would sufficiently hide her expanded stomach. Unfortunately, one did not exist that didn’t give the same suspicion as a maternity dress, and thus she resigned herself to maternity ware for the duration of her pregnancy.

Elizabeth stared at herself in the mirror quietly wondering why it was that all dresses seemed to draw attention to her stomach. She was further perturbed by Darcy quite obviously struggling to stifle a grin. “You seem rather pleased.” Elizabeth said archly while modeling the latest dress for his approval.

Darcy turned a satisfied toothy grin. He wondered if she knew how much self control it was taking not to rub his hands along her stomach and bend down and kiss it. “And why shouldn’t I?”

Playfully, while rubbing the offending swell, as if taunting him, Elizabeth said, “Because you’ve ruined my reputation, and I can no longer hide the evidence of your misdeeds!”

Darcy’s fingers twitched as he continued to resist temptation in front of him. Matching her playful tone, though half-seriousness Darcy replied, “My misdeeds, Miss Bennet? I, madam, am willing to make an honest woman of you anytime.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, belying the fluttering of her heart. She could form no other reply. She was in love with him, she knew that. If only she could believe it would last.

Once Elizabeth resigned herself to maternity clothes, it was a slippery slope. Not only did she buy a dress for the party, but also purchased a number of maternity outfits appropriate for the office, some more casual ones for the weekends, and a swim suit - after all it was summer and Darcy had a pool. They argued briefly over who was going to pay for it all, and after giving the clerk a very pointed glare, Elizabeth won.

New purchases in hand, and continuing with the baby theme set forth today, Darcy dragged Elizabeth to the furniture store to look at nursery furniture. It became evident quite quickly the two did not share the same vision for the nursery. Elizabeth wanted a nursery for either a boy or a girl decorated in the primary colors. Darcy on the other hand was quite certain they were having a boy and thought the entire room should be done in varying shades of blue with horses as a theme. In the end they agreed on two things: the furniture would be white, and they would decide on the nursery décor when they were certain of the baby’s sex.

The rest of the weekend passed uneventfully. The two spent time blissfully enjoying each other’s company in a way they had not been able to for many weeks. They spent a lot of it working, but they ate together, and spent a few hours each night sans laptops and cell phones on the patio looking at the city below or the stars above.

The evening of the PMB cocktail party, Elizabeth did attend and on Darcy’s arm. Having determined she could no longer hide the fact she was pregnant, there was no point in hiding who the father was. And, as Mrs. Long, Darcy’s head of public relations had said, “Things like this is best not left to people’s imaginations.”

Even so, Elizabeth was rather nervous as they made their entrance. Darcy had warned her as a last minute change, Mrs. Long had invited a few local papers to the event. They wanted to control the flow of baby information to the public, and since this was the first time she would appear in public noticeably pregnant, the timing was good and hopefully because of the timing of the takeover, the news would take a back seat.

To add to Elizabeth’s nervousness, and much to her dismay, Darcy retreated behind his placid mask and played the ever reserved CEO for which he was known. She desperately wished the person she knew behind the mask would come out but knew better than to press him too hard - especially in the current environment. Darcy was all that was polite, but he spoke few words and conversations generally lasted only a few minutes. The only time Darcy’s mask seemed to drop a little was when he was congratulated on being an expectant father. On these occasions, a small smile would form as he returned his thanks, and then disappear almost immediately.

Despite Darcy’s reticent nature being displayed in full force, the couple made an attractive and successful pair. Darcy introduced Elizabeth to PMB staff members, while Elizabeth made sure he met a fair number of the Longbourn staff. This if course made the Longbourn staff feel more welcome, and even feel as though they had a champion in the top offices for when the inevitable downsizing would come.

The PMB staff was more receptive to Elizabeth than she had expected. Elizabeth’s reputation for besting Darcy’s team in the initial purchase attempt had spread through the upper tier of PMB and many were interested in meeting the woman. There were murmurings of how well matched they were and comments on how it was not surprising to now find Elizabeth on Darcy’s arm. All these were of course made along with comments on how lucky she was to have snagged the elusive bachelor.

Of course there were other murmurings of how Elizabeth was simply using Darcy to keep her job, or make her way up in the company, or that she was simply a hussy that had managed to trap the poor man. But those suspicious were not as loudly voiced; most knew better than to say anything near Darcy. While Darcy was known to be just and even keeled, he was also known to exacting in his punishments.

Overall, the gathering was very successful. The food was good as was the drinks. Darcy and Elizabeth had done an admirable job encouraging interaction between PMB and Longbourn staff members. And Darcy’s introductory speech had been well received. Even the papers had remarked on Chicago’s business sweethearts. “The Industrial Marriage of the Year” of the year one headline had read. Elizabeth tried not to let article’s analogy between herself and Longbourn and Darcy and PMB grate on her too much; after all there was a little truth to it. But there would be no ‘buying’ of Elizabeth Bennet, she rued.

Tuesday night, Elizabeth packed for her trip. Three days in Darcy’s company as he scrutinizes everything I do and have done. She let out a groan of frustration. You’ve got home field advantage, and you’re a good executive. She told herself in an effort to get rid of her nerves.

Planning the trip had been more difficult than expected. First there was transportation to consider. The four could ride together, but that would put the other three at Elizabeth’s mercy and she wasn’t sure that was a good idea. If there was a problem at a plant she needed to deal with, the last thing she wanted were three pairs of eyes judging how she handle a crisis. Not only that, but she wanted to arrive at the plants early so she could tend to last minute details before the arrival of the PMB folks. However, if they drove separately, the question was who would drive with whom. While it would be nice for her and Darcy to drive together, it would certainly cause office talk she didn’t want. She could drive with Mr. Forester, but that would no doubt fuel other talk, not to mention the fact that she was pretty sure Darcy would not be happy about it. In the end, she decided on two cars. Darcy, Mr. Forester, Mr. Sutton would take one vehicle, and she would take the other.

With transportation arranged, the next issue was hotel arrangements. Had this not been a business trip, Elizabeth and Darcy would share a room. But she didn’t like the idea of such a blatant intimate display of their relationship. In the end, separate rooms were booked; if Darcy was unhappy about it he didn’t have to use his.

The day of the trip, Elizabeth set off earlier than usual; hoping to arrive at the first plant a good two hours before Darcy and the others would show up. So it took Darcy by surprise to find her already on the road when he called that morning, hoping she would change her mind about the transportation arrangements. The two talked for several minutes, before Darcy himself had reached the office before hitting the road himself. He realized Elizabeth was nervous, and tried to give her some reassurances they were just there to see the plants, not evaluate her performance; she of course knew better.

The tour of the first plant went well, as Elizabeth expected. Her manager there was extremely competent and had held his position for a number of years. It also had the added benefit of being the second newest of the three, and had some major upgrades to the equipment. After the first hour, Elizabeth began to relax, as the energy and pride in her surroundings seeped through her. She laughed at her earlier nervousness.

Darcy watched Elizabeth as she walked the three gentlemen through the plant. Despite being noticeably physically shorter than the men she was walking, once would never notice the difference listening to their conversations. She carried herself tall and confidently and a surge of pride welled up inside him. He wished his uncle and his aunt could see her now; anyone who saw her here would never doubt her suitability as his wife. She would bring something no other Darcy wife had, a keen business mind. He would be marrying not only someone who understood how to handle the social side of the Darcy life - the charities and politicians, but also someone he could consult with on matters of business and who would love PMB as much as he did.

Touring of the second plant had a minor hiccup when a problem arose in the quality of the manufactured pieces. Elizabeth worked with no little amount of satisfaction as she and her staff resolved the issue. The problem threw off the schedule the rest of the day, but with some minor adjustments, they were still able to complete everything – staying only an hour and half later than scheduled.

While she had hoped nothing would go wrong, she was in some ways grateful for the problem. It put her staff in a good light and she could tell from a small smile from Darcy he was rather impressed at the way things were handled. The staff had followed their well established processes with ease and everything had been resolved satisfactorily. Of course she had also seen a hint of disapproval when he saw her manhandling a box of raw materials herself. But he said nothing at the time. She made a mental note to send her staff the well deserved recognition.

By the end of the second day Elizabeth was exhausted and her feet hurt from walking for the majority of the last two days. After claiming to have some final preparations to do for tomorrow, and follow-up work for the day’s earlier incident, she did the unsociable thing and cried off dinner with the others. It was of course with no surprise however that she received a visit in her room from Darcy.

“Are you alright dear? You looked tired earlier.” Darcy asked, looking for her over for signs of physical ailment.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes with a small internal chuckle at Darcy’s predictability. Trying to hide a smirk she glanced at the hotel clock and said, “I’m fine, though I had expected you to show up about twenty minutes ago.”

Darcy’s eyes widened slightly, thinking he had missed something from earlier, until he saw the smile tugging at her lips. “I am allowed to be concerned about the health of my child.” He chided playfully.

Elizabeth broke out with a light laugh and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m fine. I just want to do some final preparations for tomorrow and get some sleep.”

Darcy’s brow furrowed. “Is this schedule to hectic?”

Elizabeth glared him, showing her displeasure at his daring to question her ability to keep pace. Despite the fact she was tired, there was no way she was going to let people think she was in a weakened condition or could not perform her duties because of her pregnancy. “I’m fine, I’ve done this tour a thousand times.” She said icily. “I believe you have a dinner to attend. Besides, you boys need to discuss the fate of my plants, and that will be difficult to do when I’m there, and I have work to do.”

Darcy looked pointedly at the foot she was unconsciously massaging. “I’ll stop by after dinner.” He said tonelessly.

“That won’t be necessary.” She replied, just as unemotionally.

Darcy suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. He hated when Elizabeth detached herself emotionally from him. Working together was definitely more complicated than it looked on paper. Trying to diffuse the tension that was building rather quickly, he said a little lightly, “I know. But I’d like to say good night to you and my son.”

Elizabeth couldn’t but smile a little. “Say good night now. If I finish early, I’m going to turn in.”

With a kiss and quick rub of her stomach, Darcy said good night and left a smiling Elizabeth alone.

The final day they toured the research facilities and the production plant of the Medical Devices division. Elizabeth had saved this area for last, knowing it was the one Darcy and Mr. Forester were most interested in. The tour was slow and detailed, as each project was discussed at length. Elizabeth had allotted time for the project managers of her three most prized research projects to present the project and its progress. Lunch that day was a larger affair than the other two, consisting of several of the managers from both the research area and production area.

Elizabeth carefully watched the reaction of Darcy and Mr. Forester that day. This was the prize horse they had gone after - everything else in Longbourn was superfluous. Not only that, but this was her baby; this was a true demonstration of her abilities to both Darcy and Mr. Forester. She couldn’t help feeling that their evaluation of the area was a direct reflection of her value as an employee and VP in PMB. So, it was with a great deal of satisfaction she noted the bobbing heads that often followed whispered comments, and interested questions coming from the gentlemen through the presentation.

At the end of the day, Elizabeth watched Mr. Forester and Mr. Sutton climb into the car, surprised to find out Darcy had planned to drive back with her. “It’s Friday night, I’m allowed to see my girlfriend.” He whispered in explanation, causing her blush slightly.

The drive home started out quiet. Elizabeth wanted to know what the impressions were, but knew it was a bit childish to ask. That information should come from Mr. Forester if it anything was said at all. She glanced at Darcy several times, hoping he would say something, but he was obviously lost in thought.

Finally, after about the tenth look, Darcy said with a smile. “You did good.”

Elizabeth cleared her throat and said pertly. “Thanks.” As if she knew she had all along. Then, not able to contain her curiosity anymore, she asked. “So what conclusions did you come to about the plant consolidation last night?”

A little startled at the directness of the question, Darcy stammered for a moment. “We… well…” He took a short breath. “We’re probably closing down one of them, I’m flying to Dallas at the end of the month to look at it a little more.”

Elizabeth took a deep breath. “And the probability of closing both of them?” She asked, maintaining a neutral tone.

Darcy hesitated and said, “It’s too early to tell.”

Elizabeth glared at him and threw back, “In other words, fairly high - you just don’t want to say anything yet because you’re afraid I’ll freak out over it.”

Darcy didn’t say anything, keeping his eyes on the road.

Elizabeth said in a less defensive tone, “I’m sorry.” She took Darcy’s hand that was resting on the shifter. “William, I understand. It’s business. I know my plants are small and outdated and a consolidation was likely.” As if proving her point, she said, “From what I saw of the purchase, you need to sell off at least one of them to replenish the cash flow.”

Darcy looked over to her with a small smile and decided to tell her everything. “We want to close both of them, hopefully within the next year; one of them by the end of Q3. We just haven’t figured out what projects the Dallas plant will pick up yet.”

Elizabeth nodded with mixed emotions. She was going to lose one of her plants, but really couldn’t argue with the decision. At least she knew and could start making preparations.

Trying to lighten the mood Darcy said, “Mr. Forester was really impressed with the Medical Devices Division, especially because of its age.”

Elizabeth smiled wide. “And you?”

Darcy threw her a suspicious look. “You know what I think.” He squeezed her hand affectionately, causing Elizabeth to giggle a little.

Darcy turned a little more serious. “Would you be alright with just running the Medical Devices Division for a while?”

Elizabeth furrowed her brow. “I guess. But it’s a pretty light assignment for my position.” She saw Darcy nod thoughtfully. “William, what are thinking?” She asked suspiciously.

Darcy took a deep breath. “Please don’t get mad.” He looked at Elizabeth for a moment and then said. “I was just think an easier load would be better for you right now, especially with what the doctor had to say.”

Elizabeth sent her eyes skyward for several moments to keep herself calm. As soon as she heard the doctor mention his concern over her blood pressure, she knew Darcy’s over protective nature was going to go into overdrive. Evenly, but calmly she replied, “The doctor said if my blood pressure rose too much more he would become concerned; there isn’t a problem right now. And high blood pressure is expected after everything. Things are just now starting to settle down again. I will be fine, I can handle my usual workload.”

Darcy nodded, deciding to the drop the subject. “Just promise you’ll tell me if it does become too much. We’ll work something out.” Elizabeth nodded satisfied, though rather certain this would not be the end of things. Reassuringly she said, “William, we talked about this remember? I love this baby as much as you do, if not more. Do you really think I’d do anything to hurt it?”

Darcy shook his head, his face looking properly contrite. He squeezed her hand affectionately. “Spend the night at my place tonight?”

Elizabeth nodded. “But I’m leaving before Gina shows up.”

Georgiana arrived late Saturday morning, and as agreed, Elizabeth had been shuttled home before her arrival. She had decided it would be best to make herself absent since she knew the two siblings had much to discuss and Elizabeth’s presence would not help. Instead, she invited Charlotte and Jane to dinner. The three had not gotten together in a long time. They were originally planning to go out, but the photographers outside Darcy’s apartment made Elizabeth change the plans.

Elizabeth was looking forward to the get together. It had been a long time since the three had gotten together. Most of it was because Charlotte preferred to visit the clubs and with the smoky environment, Elizabeth decided it would be best if she didn’t attend.

“Lizzy!” Charlotte squealed, taking in Elizabeth’s stomach.

Elizabeth laughed. “Yep, no denying it now.”

Charlotte winked. “There are worse fates than carrying that studmuffin’s baby.” She sighed wistfully. “I still can’t believe you wouldn’t set me up with your bodyguard. He was not too bad himself.

Elizabeth laughed. “Charlotte, you’re married!”

Charlotte gave her a disappointed and resigned look. Then, as if taking a note from Jane, Charlotte asked, “So Lizzy, when is Mr. Hot Stuff going to be taken off the market?”

Elizabeth laughed and sticking out her stomach said, “I would say that happened over three months ago.”

Charlotte gave her a look. “There are plenty of women who wouldn’t let that deter them; that is the point of boarding schools after all.”

Jane and Elizabeth looked at each other and simultaneously said, “Caroline Bingley.” The three broke into peels of laughter. While Charlotte had not witnessed first hand some of Caroline’s antics, she had heard plenty of stories.

Charlotte then turned a little more serious. “Seriously Lizzy, is William going to marry you?”

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment and then realizing what Charlotte was asking exclaimed. “William would never abandon his child!”

Charlotte bit her lip and gave Elizabeth a meaningful look. It wasn’t his child she was worried about him abandoning.

Elizabeth said, as if giving a press release herself, said, “William and I will be getting married, though we haven’t decided on a date.”

Charlotte picked up Elizabeth’s left hand and said, “Don’t you think you should decide to get engaged first?”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and looked to Jane. But from the look on her sister’s face, she was not about to bail her out, nor did she find anything wrong with Charlotte’s line of questions. She was every bit as curious as Charlotte. “When I am ready, we will get engaged, and talk about a wedding date.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes dramatically. “Lizzy. What’s holding you back? You have Mr. Perfect fawning over you, and you’re carrying his child!”

Elizabeth looked disapprovingly at Charlotte. “He does not fawn over me.” She said dryly.

Charlotte laughed and pulled out a piece of paper from her purse. Unfolding it, she threw it in front of Elizabeth. “That man is fawning.”

Elizabeth looked more carefully at the picture. It was a picture of Darcy and Elizabeth at the cocktail party from one of the local newspapers. Elizabeth had one hand on Darcy’s arm, and was looking at the person in front of her; Darcy had her hand tucked tightly against him with his other hand over hers and was looking down at her very affectionately. There was no mistaking the look he was giving her. She couldn’t help the ear to ear smile that broke out on her face.

Jane noticing the faint blush that had touched Elizabeth’s cheeks said, “Lizzy, he really does love you. And you and Darcy have much more in common than mom and dad ever did.”

Elizabeth smiled tightly and nodded to her sister. She knew what Jane was saying true, logically. But part of her, a large part of her just wouldn’t let go of the fear. Deciding she wanted a change of topic, she brought up Jane’s wedding.

After a long evening of laughter and chatter, the other two left, leaving Elizabeth alone in high spirits. Little by little Elizabeth felt her former self returning, but not quite her former self. This one was a better version, because this one was letting love in.

Georgiana settled into her room in Chicago with relative ease. She was even fairly successful at hiding her pleasure when she learned that Elizabeth was busy and would most likely not be around that weekend. This was exactly what she wanted, a quiet couple days alone with her brother.

She realized somewhat begrudgingly that she would try and get to know Elizabeth better, and she fully intended on keeping her word. But there certainly could not be anything wrong with wanting to spend a little time alone with your brother could there? After all, they so rarely saw each other these days.

Darcy did his best to make his sister feel welcomed, and indeed he still felt a great affection for her. They stopped for lunch at one of her favorite little cafés. They talked about finals and school and mundane things throughout lunch. He was surprised when she didn’t seem to mention James, at least not nearly as much as she usually did.

After she was settled, she met her brother in the living room for the “serious talk they needed to have”. She decided to get it over with so she could take a dip in the pool and begin enjoying her summer break.

She found Darcy in the living room reading a trade magazine. Playfully she asked, “What’s up bro?”

Darcy set aside his reading material and smiled. He wanted to keep the conversation as light as possible though knew it wouldn’t last long. “You haven’t mentioned much about James lately.” He said suspiciously with a smirk.

Georgiana countenance darkened slightly. “We broke up.” There was just a hint of bitterness in her voice.

The shock on Darcy’s face was evident. Cautiously he asked, “When did this happen?”

Georgiana was not really in a mood to discuss it but said, “When I got back a couple weeks ago.”

Darcy nodded. Quickly concluding there was no way this was just a coincidence. Innocently he asked, “What happened?”

Georgiana rolled her eyes. “He just said it was over, and I said fine.”

Darcy furrowed his brow. Was it possible he broke up with her over guilt? Fear was more likely. “Did James understand why you had to come to Chicago?”

Georgiana suddenly became quiet. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to tell him or not. “Yes.” She said softly. “I told him before I left.”

Darcy nodded his head slowly, trying to decide whether to disclose James’ involvement with Wickham or not. “You don’t seem that upset by it.”

She was relieved her brother didn’t seem angry at her. Feeling a little more relaxed she shrugged. “I am a little. But we hadn’t been getting along very well lately. I kind of saw it coming.”

Darcy nodded. Cautiously he asked, “So… you aren’t going to try and get back together with him?”

Rather flippantly Georgiana shook her head. “No. I’m young and there’s other fish.”

Darcy quietly counted to ten and reminded himself she was still in fact young, and she should be date more than one person, though part of him expected him to be more upset than this. He would consider this more later, there were other things that needed to be discussed.

Thankful the first part of the “serious conversation” went better than he expected, he courageously moved on to the next part. Darcy heaved a deep breath. “Gina, I don’t think you should spend your summer the way you spent last summer.”

Gina screwed up her face. “What do you mean? This is summer break.”

“I think its time you took your place in the family, and with James out of the picture it will be a good distraction for you.” At his sister’s confused face he said. “I want you to work at PMB three days a week. Richard has found you a volunteer position at the VA hospital for two afternoons per week, as well. You’ll have the other time to yourself.”

Georgiana’s face fell from confusion to shock. “You want me to work on my summer break?”

Darcy nodded. “I was working at PMB during the summer since I was sixteen.”

Georgiana rolled her eyes. “That’s because you were going to take over for dad! I’m never going to work for PMB!”

Darcy’s face turned to stone. Sternly he said, “It is time you learn the value of dollar and what it means to be Darcy. I have been rather remiss in that lesson with you and I do not intend to continue to be so.” He briefly marveled at how much like his father he suddenly sounded.

Georgiana’s eyes narrowed. She was angry, but she would show him just how much of a Darcy she was. She would not lose her temper. Evenly she said, “I know how to be a Darcy. I’ve been one my entire life!”

Darcy met her glare with his own implacable stare. “You have been a Darcy in name, not in character.”

Georgiana rolled her eyes. “Do you know how much you sound like dad!” To her surprise, Darcy smiled.

“Good. He was an excellent teacher and father.” Her brother retorted.

Georgiana voiced her displeasure and frustration, though her tone was cool and collected. “And if I refuse?”

Darcy stood, drawing himself up to full height said, “Then you will suffer whatever consequences I think is appropriate. You cannot continue being the spoiled rich brat you have become. You need to start displaying the characteristics synonymous with your name.”

Georgiana folded her arms across her chest. “Fine. I’m going to Aunt Margaret’s for the summer then.”

Darcy’s eyes darkened, and he stepped closer to his sister, forcing her too incline her head. In a warning tone he said, “I would advise you not to.”

Georgiana huffed. “You can’t stop me.”

Darcy took a deep breath. “You are correct. I cannot. But if you do, the only spending money you will have until next January is what Uncle Peter gives you. This includes no cell phone and no laptop.”

Georgiana looked at her brother with wide eyes. “You wouldn’t dare!” She hissed.

Darcy looked at her steadily, his face never flinching. “I would. And I caution you, Uncle Peter will support me on this.”

Georgiana sat in silence for a few minutes quietly stewing and considering her options. Throwing her last dart she said, “Just because you’re a nervous expectant father doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me!”

Darcy stiffened slightly and Georgiana knew she had hit a nerve. Unfortunately for her though, her brother recovered rather quickly. Cooly he said, “This has nothing to do with my son. I have made a mistake and intend to correct it. And thankfully, my son will have Elizabeth to help raise him so I am not likely to repeat this mistake.”

Georgiana’s face grew red and she sputtered before storming off to her room and slamming the door loudly.

Darcy took a deep breath. He walked to Georgiana’s door. Talking through the door he said, “You will start work on Wednesday, so I suggest you enjoy your few days off.” He was met with silence. A few moments later he heard a shrill scream. “I hate you William!”

Darcy froze in his tracks for a moment and took a deep breath. “This is for her own good.” He said aloud, quietly to himself, and was thankful children started out very, very little.

Darcy looked over the invite list for Elizabeth’s birthday party, noting who had accepted and who had not. So far the turn out was pretty good. There was over a hundred people invited - friends, co-workers, volunteers and employees from the VA Hospital, the mayor and a other politicians, the chief of police and those who had helped with the Wickham ordeal, and heads of other companies.

He smirked at Elizabeth’s reaction to the party. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but Darcy gently reminded her it was necessary for publicity sake. Now that news of the baby was out, they needed several public appearances together, to quell speculation over the child’s paternity. Additionally, she was his girlfriend, and hopefully soon his wife - though he didn’t voice that, she needed to start getting comfortable with parties like this. They had been fortunate thus far and had been able to avoid many social engagements, but that would not always be the case.

Her birthday was Wednesday, and the two of them would have a quiet candlelight dinner and evening together. Thursday afternoon, her family would arrive, with the large party Friday night at the Fairmont. On Saturday, there would be a small family barbeque and pool party at Charles’. With a smile he noted just ten days later, the two would be at Pemberley for a quiet long weekend.

Darcy opened his desk draw and emptied the contents of the small velvet sack into his hand, as he had done frequently these last couple weeks. He started at the mounted blue stone that sparkled in the light and smiled and hoped.

Chapter Nineteen: Happy Birthday

Posted on Tuesday, 10 July 2007

Wednesday morning Elizabeth arrived at her office as usual, early. Most of the office was still dark, as the cleaning staff habitually turned off the lights after they were finished. Only the light in her office shone like a beacon.

After making herself a cup of tea, she took a moment to prepare herself for the day. Part of her approached the day with caution, the other part with excitement. It was the first birthday she’d had in years in which she had a boyfriend, and Darcy wasn’t exactly any boyfriend. In the quiet hours of the morning, before anyone else arrived she let her mind wander and imagine what the day would bring. Mentally she made a list of what to expect: flowers in the morning, lunch - most likely catered, jewelry would be one gift, and something for the baby would be another. Dinner tonight she knew was a romantic candlelight dinner for just the two of them since Richard had been kind enough to have Georgiana spend the night at his place. Satisfied, she checked her email and began the day’s work.

A little before eight in the morning, Anne arrived with a large bouquet of balloons and three cards; a card signed by the employees of each of the plants. The two reviewed her schedule and events for the next couple days in their ritual morning meeting.

At nine thirty, Elizabeth received the visit she was expecting. Darcy showed up at her office with a large flower arrangement. Closing her office door behind him, he greeted her with a lingering kiss. “Happy Birthday sweetheart.” He said in a slightly husky voice.

Elizabeth smirked; item one, check.

After giving her stomach an affectionate caress, he noticed the bouquet of balloons. His brow knitted together. “Another admirer?”

“Yes.” She replied impertinently. Her face broke into a grin at Darcy’s obvious discomfort. She had already learned the only thing that brought Darcy’s insecurities out was the very idea of his Elizabeth loving someone else, or being loved by someone else. “What can I say, my employees love me.”

Darcy nodded somewhat suspiciously but changed the subject. It would not due to dwell on being out done by your own employees. “You’re free for lunch right?” He asked fully expecting an affirmative answer.

Elizabeth smiled brightly, suppressing the laugh building in her chest. Item two, check. Trying to maintain a casual expression she said, “Anne and a few others were going to take me out to lunch. But you’re welcome to come with us. I think we’re going for Chinese.” She hid her laughter, behind a cough as a pout emerged across Darcy’s face.

“Well… I guess…” Darcy stammered, a little affronted at once again being preempted by his employees. He was certain he had told Elizabeth his intentions to take her to lunch, but perhaps she had forgotten? Though that would not be in her character. Nothing to do now.

Elizabeth decided to have mercy on Darcy. It was amazing how the man could be so insecure. He was the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, she was carrying his baby and still he didn’t seem to know where he stood with her. With an impish grin she said, “I’m kidding. Of course I’m free for lunch.”

“Vixen!” Darcy barked as he pulled Elizabeth to him and then kissed her again. “My office at noon sharp… Miss Bennet.”

Elizabeth picked up the phone and called Anne. While she had calmed his insecurities, she was in no way done teasing him. “Anne, what does my schedule look like this afternoon?” A few moments of silence passed, Elizabeth nodding. “At twelve forty-five?” she said finally. Another nod. Unfortunately, Darcy recognized the mischievous sparkle in her eye and pulled the phone from her hand.

Firmly he said, “Clear Miss Bennet’s schedule from noon until 2 today.” Then he hung up the phone looking at Elizabeth with a pert grin.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How dare you!” she said in mock horror.

Darcy looked at her sternly, though his eyes were laughing. “Next time you should think twice about teasing me, Miss Bennet.”

Elizabeth laughed. “Alright. You win this time, Mister Darcy. Now get out of my office so I can make some money.” Darcy chuckled and headed out, but not before giving her another kiss and her stomach a final caress. Just before leaving he said sternly again. “Noon sharp, Miss Bennet.”

Just before noon, Elizabeth found herself on the phone with one of her suppliers. The Peoria plant was still having problems with one of their suppliers and if it didn’t get sorted out soon, they would fall behind schedule. Five minutes before noon, Darcy slipped into Elizabeth’s office without being announced. Elizabeth was in a teasing mood and he was not about to take any chances.

Noticing she was on the phone and obviously not happy, Darcy sat quietly waiting for her to finish. He knew he shouldn’t be eves dropping, but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to seeing her work. There was a certain light in her eye and energy about her when she worked that he found absolutely endearing, almost arousing.

“… I can’t very well do that and continue using the same supplier without justification. I’m giving you a chance to give me that justification, and be assured the only reason you are getting this chance is because this is the first problem we’ve had with your materials in four years.” Elizabeth said acerbated. After a few minutes of silence, she said, “I’ll expect to see the shipment tomorrow then.” Feeling eyes upon her, she looked up and was startled to see Darcy patiently waiting for her. She gave an apologetic signal for one more minute. “Mr. Johnson, I have another meeting. I will call you tomorrow when the shipment arrives. I think it is time I sent our quality team out for an audit. We can discuss details tomorrow.” She hung up the phone with a roll of the eyes.

By the time Elizabeth had said her goodbyes, Darcy had found himself next to her leaning against her desk. Within seconds of hanging up, he had pulled her out of her chair and placed a passionate kiss on her lips. “Have I ever told you how incredibly beautiful you are when you’re angry?” Darcy he said in a husky voice.

Elizabeth blushed and looked down at his chest. “I’m sorry. Let’s go to lunch.”

With a devilish grin, Darcy murmured close to her lips, “I can think of something better.” Elizabeth’s eyes widened and she pulled away from him. “William!” she exclaimed in hushed tones.

Darcy chuckled and then offered her his arm. “Very well, lunch it is.” He did not hide the disappointment in his voice. The two headed back to his office. “Supplier problems I take it?”

Elizabeth nodded. “The problem we had last week has resurfaced. I think I’m going to have to go out there for a quality audit. Possibly remove them from our approved supplier list.”

Darcy said nothing but the look on his face was clearly one of pride. She was so incredibly different than any other woman. She would never been the compliant socialite his aunt was which pleased him to no end. More so, he was proud of her, and proud of the privilege of having her on his arm.

Lunch was a pleasant affair. Darcy had the chef of a local Chinese restaurant, Ben Pao, cater it. The two talked through lunch about various things, including the problem she was having with her current supplier and the options she had. Now that they worked for the same company, it opened a whole new topic of discussion. They could talk about work and business like never before, and it brought a new level of intimacy to their relationship.

They also talked about the impending arrival of her family, and Georgiana’s adjustment to working.

Darcy admitted the first few days had been rough. Georgiana had come home in very foul moods, ranting and stomping around. However, while she still voiced her displeasure, she was settling in and accepting her “punishment” – as she called it. Elizabeth was surprised to hear that Georgiana had started bringing her lunch. Apparently she felt ostracized the first couple days because she purchased lunch at the company cafeteria, while the others ate lunches from home together at the at the picnic tables outside. Now that she was eating lunch with everyone else, she was starting to fit in a little better. Of course when Georgiana received her paycheck, and saw how small it was, Darcy was certain a new set of tantrums would emerge.

Elizabeth suggested in another week Georgiana bring breakfast, like muffins for everyone – after all, everyone likes the person who brings breakfast. She went so far as to suggest Georgiana make the muffins herself, which earned her a hearty laugh from Darcy. “One step at a time…” he guffawed.

At the end of lunch Darcy gave Elizabeth her first birthday present. He watched humored as Elizabeth childishly tore into once carefully wrapped package. He mused how even with the simple act of opening a present she had brought him a new found joy.

Elizabeth’s eyes lit up as she opened the box that contained a necklace with a large birthstone pendant of alexandrite. Item three, check. “It’s beautiful William.” She said with a kiss. “Thank you.”

The rest of the day was rather sedate. Elizabeth was busy dealing with issues with the plant and reworking production schedules, evaluating potential new suppliers, reviewing contracts, and getting deadlines moved.

Around eight, Darcy’s patience had run out. He had planned a romantic evening for the two of them that he had hoped would start around six. So in a way that could brook no protest, he insisted the two head to his place.

When they arrived, the two were greeted by an enchanting vision. The patio had been decorated with hundreds of candles, making the area glow in a soft shimmering light. A small table set for two set was off to the side. The hot tub had been cooled to a safe temperature and was filled with rose petals and jasmine, filling the air with a wonderful floral scent. Soft music was playing and they were soon seated by jacketed waiter.

Elizabeth was overwhelmed with emotion. Guilt for making him wait so long, and love and appreciation at the effort he had put into the evening. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. “William.” She whispered hoarsely.

Darcy smiled and whispered against her hand. “Happy Birthday love.”

After enjoying a small dinner salad, the main entrée was uncovered. Elizabeth let out a mirthful giggle at seeing the dinner. She had been expecting an expensive seafood dish or something fancy like a fillet mignon. Instead, the plates held one of her favorite meals, meatloaf with macaroni and cheese and green beans.

Dessert was a hazelnut and chocolate gelato, which was enjoyed from within the confines of the hot tub. The late hour at which they arrived home, did not allow for the two to enjoy the hot tub as long as either of them would have preferred, but neither of them were of the mind to let the effort go to waste.

Sometime after midnight the two made their way to the bedroom. Before turning out the lights, Darcy presented Elizabeth with another birthday present – a maternity pillow and an assortment of scented lotions. At Elizabeth’s quizzical look at the pillow, Darcy shrugged with a sheepish look. “I was told you’ll probably need it later on, but wanted to be prepared.” The answer caused Elizabeth laugh and she playfully hit him with the pillow. “What a great weapon for a pillow fight in the mean time.” She replied wickedly.

After a short wrestle session, Darcy pulled out the bottle of peppermint lotion and gently began massaging Elizabeth’s feet and lower legs. He then pulled out a bottle of honeysuckle lotion and finished applying it to the rest of her legs, working his way up to her distended stomach. Elizabeth relaxed and enjoyed the massage, though she couldn’t help thinking Item four, check. He was still predictable, but it didn’t bother her in the least. She had come to love it about him, and every now and then he could still surprise her as he did with dinner.

The following day, the Bennet’s arrived. Neither Darcy nor Elizabeth were there to greet them – though they had forewarned the Bennet’s of this and left explicit instructions with the Mr. and Mrs. Swanson.

Thursday evening was a haphazard dinner with her family. Elizabeth was distracted with issues at work and shortly after dinner was concluded, she secluded herself in Darcy’s office. From here things started to go downhill. Elizabeth and Darcy had a heated argument. Elizabeth wanted to head out to one of the plants, and Darcy objected vehemently, despite Elizabeth’s assurances to be back in time for the party Friday night. In the end the trip was postponed until the following week.

Adding to Elizabeth’s ire was her mother and youngest sister Lydia. Her mother was in rare form, commenting on the expensive furniture, and how much the place must cost, and how lucky Elizabeth would be to have housekeepers to do all her cleaning and cooking. She then proceeded to make suggestions on improvements that could be made and suggestions for the nursery.

Lydia was not much better, commenting on how fun it will be to visit her sister now, and what grand birthday and Christmas gifts she would be now receiving. She even started hinting that Elizabeth give her her truck because clearly she wouldn’t need anymore with all of Darcy’s cars.

The surprise of the evening however was the way Lydia got along with Georgiana. Georgiana, happy to find someone of similar age and mind around, spent the evening showing Lydia all the latest fashions, and the two spent the evening putting together different outfits. Despite Elizabeth’s hints about Lydia not being able to afford any of the clothes Georgiana had, Lydia insisted on going shopping tomorrow. Thankfully, Darcy intervened, mentioning Georgiana would be busy most of the day volunteering at the hospital.

Elizabeth suggestion for Lydia to join Georgiana however was quickly dismissed as far too droll and Elizabeth did not have the energy or desire to argue.

Friday by three, Elizabeth was tired and irritable. She had snapped at Anne more than once that day, a very rare occurrence, and she had blown off a planned lunch with Darcy and her father. So it was that Darcy arrived at her office and ordered her to go home and take a nap. Despite being angry at the high-handed way Darcy was treating her, she reluctantly acceded. She knew it would not be good if she was still cranky at the party; though socializing with the Chicago’s elite was furthest from her list of wants at the moment.

Around six-thirty, Darcy showed up at Elizabeth’s with another birthday surprise; her aunt and uncle Gardiner. Darcy had invited them down for the party, since he knew they were favorites of hers, but previous plans did not permit them to arrive any earlier. A more rested and less irritable Elizabeth welcomed her aunt and uncle with shimmering eyes, and apologies to Darcy.

Elizabeth dressed for the party with the assistance of her aunt, while her uncle and Darcy chatted amiably in the living room. Alone in her room, Aunt Abigail gave Elizabeth her birthday present. “Lizzy, I did this book up for you. I know your mother is hoarding most of her pictures of you girls, so most of these pictures are ones I had. I did one up for Jane as a wedding present, but don’t tell her.” Speechless, Elizabeth sat on the bed with her aunt looking through the first part of the book.

After several minutes of reminiscing, Elizabeth set the book aside and threw her arms around her aunt. “Oh Aunt Abby! Thank you so much.” She pulled back and wiped the tears from her cheeks. A little exasperated she groaned. “I hate these hormones. I’m so weepy these days!”

Abigail only chuckled and patted her neice’s hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry dear. I’m sure everyone understands. I think I spent my entire first pregnancy in tears.” This made Elizabeth laugh and her mood vastly improved.

Elizabeth, Darcy and the Gardiners arrived at the party before everyone else. Ten minutes later, the rest of the Bennet’s showed up, as did Georgiana, who was escorted by Richard.

“Cas!” Elizabeth greeted. She looked him up and down, noting the dress uniform. With a teasing arch of the brows she said, “Please don’t tell me you’re getting that desperate.”

Richard laughed, though attempted to look affronted. “Of course not! I’m merely trying to do a little fundraising.”

Darcy shook his head. “It’s supposed to be a black tie…” He said dryly.

Richard shrugged. “What are you going to do? Kick out Liz’s best friend from her birthday party?”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and turned her attention to Georgiana. The greeting between the two was warm, though still lacked a little sincerity on Georgiana’s part. It was still early in the summer Elizabeth reminded herself, and miracles don’t always occur overnight.

Guests started arriving and Elizabeth and Darcy held their places near the entrance. Darcy proudly introduced Elizabeth and the two posed for several pictures with various dignitaries. Elizabeth was amazed and pleasantly surprised at the people Darcy had invited. Anne, Monica, everyone on the PMB board, members of the board at St. Lawrence Hospital, people from the VA hospital, various head of well known companies. What truly amazed Elizabeth was how informally Darcy greeted most of them, often calling them by their first name. She knew he was well known, but the party demonstrated the breadth of infamy for the first time.

One of the surprising guests was Darcy’s uncle Peter. Upon seeing him, Elizabeth stiffened slightly, but a gentle touch from Darcy helped her relax.

“Miss Bennet.” Peter greeted. “Allow me to extend my warmest birthday greetings.” Elizabeth nodded and smiled. Peter continued. “And allow me to apologize now in person for my wife’s rather unforgivable behavior last we met.” Elizabeth’s shock at this statement was well veiled, and only a widening of the eyes gave her away.

“Thank you for your kind words.” Elizabeth managed. “And thank you for coming; it is always a pleasure to be able to celebrate with family.” A quick glance at Darcy told her he had expected him, and the apology; something definitely to discuss later. Elizabeth watched Peter make his way through crowd until her attention was brought back to another guest.

The party had been going on for about an hour when there came a disturbance outside the doors of room in the form of a shrill shriek from a young woman. “I am a friend! Now let me in!” came the voice. After a few moments of silence came the voice again, even more shrill. “I am a personal friend of William Darcy! He will be seriously displeased if I am not in attendance!” After more murmurings from the man handling the door, came “I’m certain my invitation was lost in the mail or something. I am on the guest list!” A moment later the shrieking started fading; clearly the lady was being led away.

Elizabeth and Darcy looked at each and shrugged and attended to their guests once again. Each of them had their suspicion of the intruder, though neither of them voiced it, determined to enjoy the evening.

Much to Elizabeth’s surprise, her family was very subdued. Elizabeth learned later that Jane and Aunt Abby had hinted to Mrs. Bennet, that the party was a test and that if her behavior was not proper, Elizabeth risked losing Darcy. The veiled threat seemed to work and Mrs. Bennet’s shrieks and comments were largely kept to herself.

Lydia too was not her usual self. She was seen several times in the company of Georgiana, who was apparently doing an admirable job of keeping the girl’s behavior in check. Georgiana of course was well aware of the proper behavior for a young lady at a party such as this, and she had no qualms of telling Lydia when she stepped out of line. And to everyone’s surprise, Lydia seemed to listen.

The party ended late Friday evening, leaving everyone exhausted. Darcy supported a half-sleeping Elizabeth to their room, and carefully helped her out of her dress and into bed.

Despite his tiredness, Darcy still woke early the next day, unable to keep his body from its habits. Elizabeth he noticed with a bit of concern was still sleeping soundly. The effects of last week had tired obviously tired her out more than usual. Darcy made his way to the kitchen for some coffee, and then his study. He wanted to get some work done before the others woke and his time would not longer be his.

Around nine thirty, the others began to rise, but still no Elizabeth. After greeting the others, he made his way back to the bedroom. Elizabeth had not stirred. He stood over her, admiring the beauty of the sleeping form in the bed. Her hair was is disarray, falling haphazardly around her face and pillow. Her lips were pouty, and she was sucking gently only her bottom lip as she was prone to do when sleeping deeply.

Gently he roused her. “Sweetheart. If you don’t get up you’re going to miss breakfast.” Elizabeth muttered incoherently, and all Darcy could make out was, “Longer… tired…” With a kiss on the cheek he let her sleep and gave her apologies to the others.

Around noon, Elizabeth finally made her appearance. She looked more refreshed, though there were still some linger dark patches under her eyes. It was near time to leave for the family barbeque at Charles so she quickly dressed, settling on a pair of drawstring shorts, and a loose fitting shirt, and sandals. Underneath her clothes she wore her new swimsuit.

Before long, the family, in two separate cars, made their way to Bingley’s. Darcy, Elizabeth, Mary, and Mr. Bennet arrived in one car, with Georgiana, Lydia, Mrs. Bennet, and the Gardiners going ahead in another.

When the four arrived, Jane and Charles greeted them enthusiastically. After greeting Charles quickly, Jane, Elizabeth, and Mary linked arms and headed to the picnic table chatting. Elizabeth took the opportunity to show Jane the father’s day present she had given Darcy. Jane had been with her when she had ordered them and was anxious to see how they turned out. Elizabeth pulled out a white onesie, a sleeper, and a t-shirt out of her bag. The onesie and sleeper were embroidered with the blue PMB logo on them, and the t-shirt said ‘Future PMB CEO’. Peels of laughter emanated from the table as Elizabeth described Darcy’s reaction to the gift. “I swear Jane you were correct, the man is absolutely giddy!” She added laughing, “The doctors need to start capturing the faces of father’s during appointments. You should have seen William when he heard the baby’s heartbeat! I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head and there was no wiping that stupid grin off his face for the rest of the day.”

Elizabeth then described the small hand crafted rocking horse she had given Darcy for Father’s Day as well. It had a black yarn mane and tail and was small enough for a toddler to ride. With laughter in her voice, Elizabeth added, “William has declared that it was acceptable for a toddler, but his son will be riding a full pony by the time he out grows the rocking horse.” This lead to a new round of laughter was heard.

The men were gathered round the grill and shook their heads at the peels of laughter coming from the table. Darcy couldn’t help but blush a little, knowing the topic at hand, though he felt no shame. He was a proud expectant father and he didn’t care who knew.

“We were starting to get concerned.” Charles greeted Darcy. “The other’s arrived some time ago.

“Sorry.” Darcy said, only semi apologetically. “We uh… had to stop.” Darcy nodded in Elizabeth’s direction. She was sitting contently devouring a carton of strawberries talking with Jane and Mary.

Charles’ brow screwed up not understanding Darcy’s comment.

“She was craving strawberries… again.” Darcy explained.

Charles barked out a short laugh. “At least its not pickles and ice-cream.”

Darcy shuddered. “Do not repeat such blasphemy.” Charles chuckled remembering Darcy’s affinity for ice-cream. It was the only sweet the man could not resist.

The two were soon joined near the grill by Richard who had just managed to divert Lydia and Georgiana’s attention to Mrs. Bennet and Aunt Abby. Never one to pass up an opportunity to rattle Darcy a little, Richard asked, “So Darcy, when are you two getting engaged?”

Darcy cringed, seeing Mr. Bennet approaching the small group as well. He glared at his cousin who only returned a wry smirk. “We’ll get engaged when Elizabeth has had enough time to deal with the last couple months.”

Richard scoffed, not willing to let his cousin off that easy. “And how much time is enough? The kid isn’t going to wait for you two you know.”

Mr. Bennet watched on amused.

Darcy looked at his cousin, quietly vowing to make him pay. “If it makes you feel any better, we’ve talked about it, and Elizabeth just isn’t ready yet.”

Charles chimed in. “I didn’t talk about it with Jane, well much anyway. You just ask.”

Darcy looked askance at his friend. “Charles, do you really want your future father-in-law to hear about buying the ring?”

Charles blanched and suddenly grew quiet.

Mr. Bennet clapped both Charles and Darcy on the shoulder. With an amused smile he said, “I shall always be thankful to my daughters for providing me with such amusing son-in-laws.” Richard laughed heartily as the three watched Mr. Bennet head towards the table with Jane and Elizabeth.

Darcy became desperate to change the subject. Looking around the group, he noticed something, or rather someone was missing. “Charles, how did you manage to get rid of Caroline for the afternoon?” He said with a smile.

Charles laughed. “Unfortunately Darcy, once she heard you were coming, only the gold of King Tut’s tomb could keep her away.”

Darcy rolled his eyes and Richard let out a low laugh.

Charles continued. “She said she was going to show up a little late, with a friend.”

Darcy asked dryly. “Would I be so fortunate as to have it be a male friend?”

Charles shook his head commiserating with his friend. “I don’t know who it is, but I doubt it’s male.”

The three were chatting comfortably when a familiar whine was heard. “William!” Caroline exclaimed.

Darcy turned knowing what to expect. “Caroline.” He said flatly.

“I’m so sorry I missed your party last night…” Caroline simpered. “The horrible man at the door wouldn’t let me in without an invitation.” Caroline waited expectantly for an explanation of the invitation.

“Those were his instructions. It was an invitation only event.” Darcy said indifferently. He noticed the way Charles and Richard had suddenly become very interested in the temperature of the grill.

Caroline batted her lashes and took Darcy’s arm. “I don’t understand what happened to my invitation.” She continued to simper.

When Darcy didn’t say anything, and instead extracted his arm and turned his focus to Charles and Richard, Caroline became angry. She took the moment to motion to her friend who soon at Caroline’s side. With a Cheshire cat like grin, Caroline took Darcy’s arm again. “William, you remember my friend Sylvia.”

Darcy turned startled at the name. “Sylvia.” He greeted politely. He felt Richard turn and the heat of his glare, though who exactly it was directed at Darcy was uncertain.

Darcy called Elizabeth over who was equally as shocked when she saw the guest. This was supposed to be a family affair, and Sylvia certainly didn’t match any of the criteria. As Elizabeth approached, Darcy wrapped an arm around Elizabeth’s waist. “Sylvia.” He said happily. “I don’t think I’ve ever properly introduced you to my girlfriend. This is my Elizabeth.” He gave Elizabeth an affection squeeze. “Elizabeth. This is my ex, Sylvia Brenham.”

Sylvia smiled and shook Elizabeth’s hand. “Miss Bennet. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She looked at Darcy for a moment and then said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen William so happy.”

The triumphant look on Caroline’s face vanished. Her face flushed and contorted as she tried to hide both her fury and surprise at Sylvia. The woman was supposed to divert Darcy’s attention away from the chit!

Incensed, Caroline looked Elizabeth up and down, looking for a sign of weakness to exploit. With a sickeningly sweet smile she said. “Why Eliza, remind me to give you the name of my nutritionist. He’s been a god send in helping me maintain my complexion and weight.”

Elizabeth looked up at Darcy quizzically for a moment and then back at Caroline. “Thank you Caroline. My doctor is satisfied with my weight.” She clipped. With a steely glint in her eye she added, “I would have never guessed you had a problem controlling your weight though.” A few coughs emanated from nearby.

Caroline flushed for a moment. “Of course I don’t!” She bit back. “I have a nutritionist to stay healthy and keep my complexion.” Daringly she brushed a hand down Darcy’s chest and in an haughty tone said, “After all, if you’re going to be seen with Will, one always has to look their best. His public image is very important. ”

Richard intoned, “I think Liz looks radiant, and she was rather stunning last night.” The comment earned him a possessive glower from Darcy, which he waved off.

Elizabeth pursed her lips stifling a chuckle. “I think William is more than capable of controlling his public image. He felt no qualms about introducing me to all of the guests at the party last night, despite my ‘weight’.”

Caroline began to splutter. “Yes, well, unfortunately I could not make it last night.”

Charles stepped in. “Yes, something about a missing invitation wasn’t it Caroline?”

Caroline’s rage became evident. Her whole body turned red. “Excuse me, I think I need to change for a dip in the pool.” She turned on her heel and headed back into the house.

Suddenly there was a squeal of excitement heard, and everyone turned to see Georgiana heading quickly towards their group. “Sylvia!” She exclaimed. Sylvia headed toward Georgiana, and the two went took a couple seats near the pool, Lydia in tow.

Darcy leaned over to Elizabeth and whispered, “I didn’t know Sylvia would be here. But whenever you want to leave, just say the word.” Elizabeth smiled and nodded. Darcy’s demeanor towards Sylvia had changed, as had Sylvia’s. She never expected the comments she received, and more than that, the sincerity in Sylvia’s voice when she said it. Looking over at Georgiana and Sylvia talking animatedly she added. “It will be alright.”

Finding Darcy and Elizabeth alone Sylvia gently cleared her throat to make her presence known. When she had both of their attention, she asked politely. “Miss Bennet, would you allow me to speak with you in private?” She looked at Darcy for a moment, who was trying to gauge Elizabeth’s comfort level and trying to decide if he should leave the two alone. Sylvia said, “William, you can join us if you’d like.”

Elizabeth nodded and the three headed over to a more a secluded portion of the yard. Richard looked on protectively.

Sylvia opened after a deep breath. “Miss Bennet, I just wanted to apologize to you for my behavior when we first met, and give you my assurances, that you have nothing to fear. I will not interfere with you and William.”

Elizabeth was surprised by this statement and looked to Darcy for a moment and then back to Sylvia. “Thank you Ms. Brenham, though you will understand if I defer to actions instead of words.”

Sylvia nodded. “I understand.” She shifted a little nervously and then said sincerely, “I was very sorry to hear about the incident at the Art Institute. It appears that William has done a good job taking care of you though.” A small smile graced her lips.

Elizabeth smiled and took Darcy’s hand. “Thank you. We’re both happy to have the incident behind us.”

Grasping for more to say, Sylvia added a little hastily, “And I want to congratulate both on expecting. You will both make great parents.”

Elizabeth began to warm Sylvia. Everything about her was sincere. “Thank you, and please, call me Elizabeth.”

At this Sylvia smiled. “And you should call me Sylvia.” With a light jest she said, “And don’t worry about Caroline. I know she has just been using me, though since it provides me with some amusement, so I allow it.”

Elizabeth and Darcy both laughed lightly at this.

Sylvia took a deep breath and looked from Elizabeth then Darcy. “Georgiana tells me she is staying here for the summer and would like to see me.”

Darcy stiffened and Elizabeth immediately put up her guard again. She knew there was an ulterior motive. Sylvia continued. “I don’t expect an answer immediately, but if it is alright with you two, I would really like to see her. I have missed her.”

Elizabeth took a deep breath and there was an awkward silence. Two emotions warred within her. On one hand, she didn’t want to be the one to separate the two - even if she thought Georgiana would abide by their decision. On the other, she didn’t trust Sylvia and was certain her relationship with Georgiana would hinder her ability to form one with Georgiana. Finally she came to a decision. “Sylvia, I highly value friendship, and so I’m not inclined to separate friends, regardless of my personal feelings. If you wish to be friends with Gina, I won’t nay say it.” Elizabeth added. “Though please be aware that William has put some restrictions on Gina this summer, and I would hope you would not interfere with them.”

Sylvia smiled and nodded. “Of course not. And thank you.”

Elizabeth ignored the look she knew Darcy was giving her. She barely understood her decision and wasn’t ready to discuss her decision with Darcy. So, without another word, she left the other two to enjoy the comforting company of Jane, Mary, and her aunt.

It wasn’t long before food was ready. The group all sat at a large patio table. Caroline by this time had returned as was sporting a bikini with a sheer sarong. Finding a few inches between Darcy and the person on his right, Caroline awkwardly squeezed between them, leaving Elizabeth to his left. Apparently she was not done in her bid to get Darcy’s affections.

After eating, a soak in the hot tub was determined to be just the thing to help the food digest. The younger ones decided to use the other pool. Darcy, Richard, Sylvia, and Jane sat in the hot tub with beer or wine in hand. Elizabeth sat perched on the edge of the hot tub, her feet dangling in the water next to Darcy. Caroline, noticing her person of interest was in the hot tub took advantage of the opportunity. Standing at the edge, she slowly removed her sarong, calling Darcy’s attention in the process. “How is the water William? It’s not too hot is it?”

Darcy replied politely. “I think its fine Caroline.”

Carefully Caroline stepped into the hot tub, using Darcy’s shoulder as leverage. She looked askance at Elizabeth who had Darcy’s attention, in spite of Caroline’s attempt to draw it elsewhere. Frustrated, and seeing the only available seat was on the opposite end of the hot tub as Darcy, she said, “Eliza, you should join us. William is right, the water is nice.”

Elizabeth smiled. “I would, but unfortunately it wouldn’t be safe.”

Caroline scoffed. “Safe? I didn’t realize you were so fragile.” She smiled, pleased to find yet another inadequacy of Elizabeth’s.

Elizabeth smirked. She knew she didn’t look that pregnant, but still thought it obvious. Not willing to beat around the bush anymore she said, “It would be unsafe for the baby, not me.”

The other occupants of the hot tub hid their amusements in their drinks and behind carefully placed hands as they watched Caroline blanch.

“Baby?” Caroline said. Despite her best efforts, her voice cracked.

Darcy grinned broadly. “Elizabeth is almost four months pregnant.” He took one of Elizabeth’s feet and began to massage it.

Caroline was silent for several moments. Then gathering her wits again she said. “I was so sorry to hear about that vicious attack Eliza. I’m surprised that you would keep the result of that unfortunately incident though.”

Darcy’s face darkened, as did Richard’s. Sylvia and Jane said nothing but they did not hide their astonishment.

Elizabeth put a calming hand on Darcy’s shoulder. “Thankfully, I was not assaulted in that way Caroline.” Darcy added quickly. “The baby is mine Caroline.” Richard rolled his eyes at Darcy’s proud grin; a look he was getting tired of seeing.

Caroline’s mouth opened and closed like a fish.

Richard interjected. “Caroline, you don’t look well. Perhaps the water is too hot for you.”

Caroline bit out. “I’m perfectly fine!” A few minutes later she said insincerely, “Congratulations William. Excuse me, I… this… this water is too hot for my complexion.”

Later that day Elizabeth went for a swim in the cool water. She wasn’t in the water long though before she emerged soaking wet. And much as they did when they were kids, Elizabeth snuck up behind Jane and gave her a tight squeeze, not letting go until she was certain Jane was thoroughly soaked. Jane squealed as the cold wet water soaked through her thin sun dress. Drawing the attention of everyone present, Jane hollered, “Lizzy Abigail! I’m going to get you for that!”

The other’s looked on as Elizabeth gleefully scampered away. Thirty minutes later, as Elizabeth was once again perched on the edge of the hot tub when she was struck with a bucket of ice cold water. She turned in time to see a Jane walking away with a proud look on her face and a bucket in hand.

Darcy and Charles turned to each and laughed. Mr. Bennet looked on and shook his head. “This particular war has been waging since they were about ten I believe.” Everyone nearby laughed.

Charles asked, “So we should expect this at every pool party?” Darcy countered. “Well certainly until Elizabeth gets in the last word.” The two men whispered conspiratorially to each other and then moments later were out of the hot tub in pursuit of their significant others.

Suddenly the yard was filled with screams of protests. “Charles!” “William!” “Don’t you dare!” “You wouldn’t dare throw a pregnant woman…” The protests were silenced by two large splashes. Moments later a very wet Elizabeth and Jane emerged from the pool. They glanced at each other and with a single nod, headed towards their next victim, or perhaps recruit would be a better term, Mary.

The two managed to trap an unsuspecting Mary between each other, soaking her completely. They released her only after she agreed to help get Charles and Darcy back.

Seeing the little diversion quickly escalating, Charles and Darcy soon decided that everyone should be leaving. So, after long goodbyes, the Bennets, Georgiana, and Darcy retreated back to Darcy’s.

Sunday, Elizabeth slept restlessly most of the day. Darcy sat with her as she rather listlessly sat on the couch and watched cartoons. The week had obviously been harder on her than he imagined. Unfortunately there was little that he could do other than encourage her to rest.

Georgiana emerged from her room looking rather shy. Meekly she said, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to apologize for the way I’ve been behaving.”

Darcy eyed his sister suspiciously, earning him a sharp elbow to his ribs from Elizabeth.

Elizabeth smiled gently. “Thank you Gina. I know changes can be difficult.”

Georgiana hesitated for a moment. She met Elizabeth’s eye for a moment and then looked back down at the floor. “Sylvia told me you gave her permission to see me.”

Darcy nodded. “I left the decision up to Elizabeth. And as we told Sylvia, so long as she doesn’t interfere with your job or volunteer work it would be alright.”

Elizabeth added, “Gina, Sylvia was a good friend of friend of yours. And so long as she doesn’t interfere with William and my relationship, I could not begrudge you a friend.”

For the first time, Georgiana gave Elizabeth a sincere, heartfelt hug. “Thank you Elizabeth.”

She pulled back and asked shyly. “Will your sister Lydia be visiting again soon?”

Elizabeth was taken aback. “I wasn’t planning on it…” She said cautiously. Seeing Georgiana’s disappointment she added, “I won’t make any promises, but we’ll see what we can do.”

The young girl returned to her room. Darcy and Elizabeth looked at each other surprised. Neither voiced what they were thinking, but they knew it was the same thing. This was certainly a turning point. Georgiana apologizing? Georgiana willingly hanging out with Lydia? And if so, is that a good idea? Too tired to contemplate it, they both turned their attention back to the cartoons.

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