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Chapter Twenty: Commitment

Posted on Friday, 13 July 2007

Pemberley in summer was a sight to behold. The white canvas Elizabeth saw last winter now burst to life with all colors of the rainbow. The trees were covered in leaves and flowers, the grass was green and there were plants in bloom everywhere - gardens of red, pink, yellow, purple, and white flowers adorned the estate like small treasures. In the middle of it all stood the expansive house.

Elizabeth could hardly wait to get out of the car. What was once covered in snow now revealed white gravel walking paths all around the estate; some lead to the nearby stream, others to one of many gardens, and still others seemed to disappear into the horizon. She pondered which to take first and seemingly without thought she found her feet taking a path towards the stream.

Darcy watched in amusement as she headed towards the stream, seeming to have forgotten about him. A wave of love filled his chest as he realized how well this place suited her, and how well she suited it. She belonged here. He had felt it at Christmas, but now he was certain - Pemberley had found its new mistress.

After briefly greeting Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, he followed the path to the stream where he had last seen Elizabeth. He scanned the area looking for the likeness of her shape, but found nothing. He increased his pace as concern for her safety escalated. He suddenly stopped short as the image of her filled his vision. She was sitting on the edge of a footbridge, her bare feet dangling in the water below, as she watched the fish in the stream. How many times had he done the same as a boy, and then again with Georgiana when she was little? The small protrusion of her belly reminded him next summer he would sit there with his own son, which brought on new feelings of contentment and excitement.

The two spent the afternoon walking along the stream and following the various paths throughout the estate only returning to the house just before dinner.

That night Darcy lay in bed, with one arm casually laying across Elizabeth, and listened the mesmerizing sound of rain hitting the window of their bedroom. Elizabeth had woken him up not long ago, trying to snuggle up close to him. They often shared a bed, but when it came time to actually sleep, they both drifted to their own side, preferring to feel unencumbered from the weight of the other’s limbs.

When Elizabeth had woken him, he had obliged, wrapping an arm around her. He was more than happy to have her so close, but frustrated as sleep was now eluding him.

At the sound of a loud thunder clap, he felt Elizabeth jump and realized what had induced her to snuggle up so close; the strong independent woman he admired was afraid of thunder. He kissed the top of her head and was thankful for the darkness that hid the undeniable smirk on his face.

He sighed, letting the contentment he felt in his heart spread through the rest of him as his mind floated back to another rainy day not long ago in Chicago. It was a Saturday and while it was cloudy, there were plenty of patches of blue sky. Ignoring the weather predictions of rain in favor of their own assessment, the two decided to take a stroll through the park.

Unfortunately, the weather predictions had been accurate, and while they were still in the middle of the park, the heavens opened, unleashing a colossal downpour.

Darcy’s first reaction had been to find some shelter and wait out the worst of it. Elizabeth’s reaction was somewhat different; she danced around in the rain, tried to drink the rain as it fell from the sky, and gleefully jumped in puddles. She had patently ignored his protests stating, “Chicago is rarely warm enough to do this and I intend to take full advantage of it.”

He chuckled to himself as he remembered watching her jump with both feet into every puddle they had come across, splashing water everywhere. She giggled when she was successful, which she measured by how wet Darcy’s pants were, and pouted when she failed to meet her objective.

And of course before long, she attempted to get him to join in; her small frame trying unsuccessfully to push him into a puddle. But as in most things of this nature, before they returned, Darcy found himself splashing in the puddles as well, trying to find the ones that would get her already soaked pants the wettest, and laughing at her shrieks.

Remembrance of the day caused him to muse about buying stock in his shoe store, after all the pairs of shoes he had to replace on account of Elizabeth, surely it had to be doing well. But what a small price to pay for such happiness! How he loved the way things he had considered childish and undignified, she had taught him how to enjoy once again.

Another loud clap of thunder brought him back to the room as he felt Elizabeth try to further bury herself under him. He turned on his side, and pulled her close to him, until his body almost completely enveloped hers. With that, he drifted off to sleep listening to the droning of the rain.

The following morning as planned, Mrs. Reynolds packed Darcy a picnic basket for two. The storm had passed and the sun was out; birds were singing and droplets of water could be seen glistening off the flowers of the gardens. The ground would be wet, but that didn’t matter. Not now. Darcy had been planning this day for almost three months. Today’s picnic he would always remember, and he was not about to let a little water sway his plans.

“Up for a morning walk my love.” He prodded gently, waking Elizabeth with a soft kiss in the mass of brown hair that covered her pillow. “No.” came the muffled reply from the pillow. Darcy laughed lightly.

Fully aware of the best way to bait Elizabeth he sang, “Then you’re going to ruin my surprise.” Elizabeth sat up quickly. Then wishing she hadn’t, ran to the bathroom to relieve herself of a now rare occurrence of morning sickness. She returned to the bedroom with a scowl on her face. “It better be a good one.” She said peevishly.

Within the hour, the two were dressed and headed down one of Pemberley’s many walking paths. Darcy had originally planned to take the horses, but they had discovered yesterday that Elizabeth could no longer fit in the saddle comfortably and he was not about to take his chances riding bareback.

The initial part of the walk was done in silence as Elizabeth took in the scenery around her and contemplated what the surprise might possibly be. She was certain it had to do with the baby as thoughts of the baby intruded their mind constantly. When she could not guess the surprise she asked in her sweetest voice, “Are you going to tell me where we are going?” Hoping to convince Darcy to spill his secret.

Darcy grinned at her, enjoying holding the upper-hand. “Nope.” He quipped.

Feeling surly, Elizabeth stopped dead in her tracks. “Then I’m not moving.” She huffed.

Darcy laughed, “And I suppose next you’ll tell me you’re going to hold your breath until I tell you.” Elizabeth stomped her foot, only making Darcy laugh harder. “My love, you are worse than a child.” He chuckled.

When Elizabeth still wouldn’t move Darcy started walking again. “If you want me to ruin the surprise I will, but you better catch up.” Elizabeth grunted and then walked quickly to catch up. “Fine. I’ll be patient.” She said petulantly. Adding, “But I’m not happy.” As if that would convince Darcy to give in.

The path they took led to the entrance of a grove that was marked by two large granite obelisks. Darcy stopped by entrance and reverently bowed his head for a moment.

Elizabeth looked around and then noted the engravings on the obelisks, they were a list of names and dates. “These are the names and dates of every Darcy child born since my family established themselves in America.” Darcy said as he pointed out his name, Georgiana’s name, and his father’s name. Below Georgiana’s was a girl’s name, the birth date and end date were the same. Elizabeth looked up at Darcy questioningly. Darcy explained. “My sister. She lived only a few hours.” He swallowed. In a low voice he added, “My mother Anne died giving birth to her.”

Elizabeth brushed her fingers gently against the cool granite, and following the engravings. Unwittingly, Elizabeth bowed her head in homage to what the two stone pillars spoke of.

Taking her hand, Darcy led Elizabeth inside the grove. The entrance of the grove was lined with towering large maple trees. As they furthered into it the grove, the age of the trees began to vary, some large, others still quite young. Amongst the trees, stone benches were scattered.

Finally they reached what appeared to be the center of the grove. Benches surrounded the clearing and in the middle Darcy explained was the Darcy coat of arms. There were three flowers, surrounded by crosses, an intricate vine pattern surrounding it all. Some of it had been worn away from the weather, but for the most part, the intricate detail of was still present, no doubt due to the protection provided from the surrounding trees.

Darcy set down a blanket on the edge of the clearing, careful not to cover the crest, and unpacked the picnic basket as Elizabeth wandered around the grove. She noticed that near each tree there was a name plate staked into the ground.

When the picnic was unpacked, Darcy joined Elizabeth as she wandered from tree to tree, taking in the names, though not recognizing any of them. “There is a tree here for every male child born to the Darcy family.” He explained. He led her over to the tree that held his nameplate. Looking deeply into Elizabeth’s eyes he added, “Next spring we’ll plant one for our son.” Elizabeth’s hand instinctively went to her stomach, but she too was overwhelmed with emotions to say anything. Instead she only nodded.

Darcy bent down and placed a firm kiss on Elizabeth’s lips. “This place is very special to the Darcy family. I’ve wanted to show you this since you told me you were pregnant.” She looked up at him with glossy eyes and he held her stare for several moments longer. There were not words that could be said to express what she was thinking or feeling.

Silently, Darcy took Elizabeth’s hand and they returned to the blanket. They began eating breakfast in silence as Elizabeth took in the history of her surroundings. It was inspiring and overwhelming at the same time. She knew very little of her family history other than both her sides of the family had originated in England. If there was a Bennet family crest, she had never seen it. As for past family members, nearly anyone past her own grandparents was pretty much a mystery. But here, here was Darcy’s entire family history - a tree symbolizing every male Darcy ever born.

“William, if there is a tree for every male born, what about the females?” she asked. Darcy smiled, expecting her question. “The females are honored as well, but in another manner.” He said. “As I’m sure you noticed Pemberley has many gardens. Each one was cultivated in honor of a Darcy wife. My mother Anne loved to garden and so my father built her the conservatory, which I’ll show you later. When a daughter is born, a flower or plant is planted in the garden and it is given a nameplate like the trees here. I will show you Georgiana’s and Madeline’s when I show you the conservatory.”

Elizabeth’s mind retreated to outside the grove and the multitude of gardens that dotted the estate. She remembered the rose garden, and the one full of tulips and daffodils, the one of marigolds and petunias, and one of her favorites - the one with a large assortment of wild flowers. There were many of them, some near the house, and others on the banks of the stream. Gardens were splashed everywhere in seemingly random areas, though so well blended with the surrounding area to ensure a very natural feel. Her mind took the natural course as she began to consider what she would plant in her garden. And then it hit her. Every Darcy wife…

Darcy watched Elizabeth carefully take in his words. He knew the moment she had fully realized what he had said. Her eyes grew a little larger and she looked pointedly at him. He returned her look with a soft, tender gaze and nodded as his hand cupped her cheek. Softly he said, “You can pick out a place for your garden either today or another time. If we have a girl, we will plant something in it for her in the spring.”

Elizabeth’s heart by now was pounding in her ears. For the first time the idea of being his wife had taken substantial meaning. It meant more than just living together and attending a few galas. And he had as good as proposed to her! She was speechless and didn’t know what to say or do. To think of herself as part of all this, all this history, it was overwhelming! Silently she stood and started walking slowly along the grove again. She touched each tree gently, almost reverently, as she passed it; as if touching a piece of history or a piece of Darcy in the process.

Darcy watched her and noticed she stood still in front of the tree that was planted for him. It was a young tree, after all it was just over thirty year old. After several moments, he joined her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Are you alright?” he whispered.

Elizabeth nodded. “It’s just overwhelming… I can barely remember the name of my great grandparents and here you have your entire family history.” She couldn’t bring herself to say the last of the words she was thinking. And you want me to be part of it.

Late that morning the two walked back to the house in silence, except for a few words or questions here and there. Elizabeth surveyed Pemberley’s grounds with new eyes. Each garden she saw now spoke of the personality of a particular past family member. A family member she would never meet, but she would know through what was planted in that garden. She wondered how many visitors understood the place they visited. How many of them understood the history and love in the place. Or did they just see beautiful gardens, as she did just a few hours ago? She understood now why Darcy loved to come back here, and why he always felt at peace here. He was a part of this place, and it was a part of him.

She couldn’t help but look around thinking of how she fit into this enchanting place. Darcy’s words kept floating into her mind. A place for your garden… They had talked once about marriage, but now that word seemed to take on a whole new meaning. Marriage meant becoming part of this place. She suddenly didn’t feel worthy enough. After all, what did she have to bring to a family such as this? Maybe his aunt was right? She needed time to think.

Darcy watched Elizabeth, gauging her reaction. She met perhaps the most sacred place on Pemberley grounds with a reverence beyond what he had expected. He had expected her to appreciate it and be respectful of it, but she was in complete awe of it. And the way she looked at him would have been unnerving, had it not been filled with so much tenderness and warmth. It was as if she could see his entire family history in him.

He fingered the small pouch in his pocket. He had planned on proposing to her in the grove, but he had not anticipated such an emotional response from her. The proposal would have to wait for another time.

Elizabeth lay in bed that night reviewing every nuance of the morning. Again she was awed by all that she had seen and all that she had been told. And suddenly the words that had played over and over again in her mind resounded once again. Every Darcy wife…. She began to panic realizing Darcy was most likely planning to propose this weekend. What would she say? Should she accept?

She carefully reviewed the events of the last few months, starting with Easter weekend. She remembered the sheer joy she felt upon seeing him and hearing his voice, and the look on Darcy’s face as she exited the house. Would it always be like that? Would he always be so happy to see her?

She followed the natural progression to when she told him she was pregnant and smiled again at his reaction. It had been more positive than she had hoped. And Jane was right, he was downright giddy over the babe.

Then there was the Wickham ordeal. Certainly he could have cut his losses and ended things there. It certainly would have been less costly to him, and made his life less complicated. But he had insistently stuck with her, taking care of every detail to ensure her safety. But maybe he was just ensuring the safety of his child?

And that was the crux of the dilemma; did he love her, or did he love her because of the baby? At the moment, it was difficult to separate the two; she automatically became a beneficiary of his love for his child. But would he be so loving after the baby was born? If he was this loving to her still, and she had not been pregnant, she would have no doubts and would most likely say yes instantly. But then again, he may not be thinking about marriage yet if it not for the baby. Over two years… that was how long he and Sylvia had dated, and he still hadn’t proposed. She rolled on to her other side trying to get more comfortable, but failing. Oh to be able to sleep on her back or stomach again!

The baby. How could she figure out if he loved her or the baby? Charlotte’s words echo in her ears as the did picture the picture of Darcy. The man fawns over you. His look was similar to the one she had seen earlier that morning; it was one of adoration. She heard Jane’s sage words again, It won’t be like mom and dad. Did they see something she couldn’t? That was impossible! Darcy was never more himself than he was around her and Georgiana and Richard. But maybe… maybe they did. Love is blind after all right? Perhaps they were right; perhaps Darcy really did love her; perhaps it wasn’t just the baby.

Whether she loved him wasn’t a question; she knew she did. She had dreaded the idea of working together because, if she was honest with herself, she would admit she saw it as sort of a test of their relationship. But even that test he has passed and passed well. If they could work and see other outside of work without killing each other, certainly that was a good sign.

Truth be told, she hadn’t thought it would work, but after a month, she had seen very little adverse signs. Yes, he had gotten a little high-handed in ordering her home when she was obviously struggling. But he had always done it privately. He wasn’t showing any preferential treatment, and her relationship with him didn’t seem to be adversely affecting her relationship with her co-workers. None of the fears she had in working together had been realized. Perhaps the barriers were all just in her mind.

Still undecided about what to do if he proposed, she turned over once again and sighed trying to clear her head so she could sleep.

The following evening, Darcy was in the library reading when Elizabeth approached him wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top; a vision he found rather alluring. He sat up, making room for her next to him fully intent on taking advantage of the privacy. Unfortunately for him, she had other plans.

Elizabeth nestled herself next to him on the sofa and handed him the scrapbook her Aunt Gardiner had given her for her birthday. “My aunt gave me this for my birthday.” A little bashful, she said, “I thought you might like to look through it with me. I’ve only looked at the first couple pages.”

Darcy accepted the invitation with great interest; a peek into her past was certainly not something he could pass up. Several times he had imagined her as a young girl running around the farm and playing in the tree house, but now he would be confronted with actual pictures to correct his imagination.

So, for the next couple hours, the two looked at pictures from Elizabeth’s past, while Elizabeth detailed the stories behind each picture. Darcy smiled, desperately trying not to humiliate himself by cooing over pictures of baby Elizabeth. He laughed at the pictures of her as a toddler running around stark naked. Sometimes his eyes widened in surprise, such as when he saw the picture of Elizabeth with a full leg cast, which she received after jumping out of the second floor of the barn into a shallow pile of hay. There were pictures from Kindergarten and high school graduation, a few pictures of her from the few horse shows she participated in, some with her family at the cabin, birthdays, and other school events. They laughed at the frilly dress she wore to her senior prom, as Elizabeth regaled the story of the most horrible night of her life. And there was a long moment of silence at the picture of her with Adrian and her family on one of her birthdays. It was all there. The story of her life.

During the hours that passed, Darcy fell in love with Elizabeth over and over again. He was completely overcome with the glimpse at the events that had shaped the woman he loved. And something told him the time was right. He would do it now.
With little hesitation, he set the scrapbook aside and dropped to a knee in front of Elizabeth and took her hands in his.

Elizabeth, realizing what he was doing, struggled for breath and her heart started pounding in her chest. She was anxious and she frightened at the same time. Before she knew it Darcy was talking.

“Elizabeth. I have waited over thirty years to find you. Before you, my life was boring and mundane. You taught me how to love life, how to find joy in life’s every day pleasures, and how to laugh again. I can not imagine my life without you, and without our child. I know this may be too soon, but I want to know, I need to know, that you will always be at my side. Will you do me the great honor of becoming by wife?”

Elizabeth looked down at him her own eyes sparkling with tears. His eyes were soft, filled with love; perhaps even glistening with tears. His face was open and vulnerable and anxious, awaiting her reply.

Her heart and her mind warred with each other once again. If she said yes, she would lose the last of her defenses and she opened herself up to a devastation she wasn’t sure she could recover from again. But in her heart she knew would never love another man this way, and more than anything she wanted to be with him always. She felt her heart pounding forcefully in her chest and ears and her breathing was labored.

Finally, listening the insistent beat of her heart, she smiled softly and said, “Yes William Darcy, holder of my heart, I will marry you.” Adding a silent plea, Please don’t break it!

Darcy threw his arms around her and kissed her ardently. “Elizabeth.” He whispered, his voice strained. “I love you so much. Thank you!”

At Elizabeth’s joyous laugh, he pulled back and pulled the velvet pouch out of his pocket and placed its contents on her finger. He kissed it once and stared at it with a tender smile. His heart swelled, seeing the ring where it belonged for the first time. In a low tone he said, “I knew it belonged there, the third I saw you.”

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. “The third time?”

Darcy nodded and resumed a seat next to her, never letting go of her hands. “The first time I met you I didn’t know what to think; you were teasing and impertinent. The second night, you were the most beautiful thing I ever saw. The third time, I never wanted the evening to end. I proposed to you that night, don’t you remember?”

Elizabeth was taken aback remembering the night vividly. Archly she retorted, “Saying ‘Marry me’ while you have your tongue down my throat is hardly a marriage proposal. And we decided we were going to just be friends that night.”

Darcy chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around her. In a low voice that caressed her ear, he said, “First, I can’t talk and have my tongue down your throat at the same time.” He placed a kiss in the crook of her neck, and murmured against it, sending shivers down her spine. “If you don’t believe me, I’m more than happy to prove it to you.” Trailing more kisses along her exposed shoulder he said, “Second, think of all the time we wasted only to end up in the same place.”

Elizabeth turned her head to find his lips. “Prove it.” She said provocatively. A challenge Darcy met eagerly.

The following morning Elizabeth woke, finding Darcy had already risen. Feeling alone, she stared at the ring on her finger hardly believing yesterday was true. She was engaged to William Darcy. Lost in her own imaginings she didn’t notice Darcy enter the room again. “Second thoughts?” He asked.

Elizabeth chuckled. “Not at all.”

Darcy joined her on the bed and kissed her fervently. “Good.” He murmured against her lips. “Because I would have to lock you in this room until you changed your mind back.”

Playfully Elizabeth exclaimed, “You brute!”

Darcy pulled Elizabeth out of the bed. “Get dressed; we have a lot to do today.” He said slyly.

The two spent the first day of their engagement touring the gardens of the Pemberley, starting with Anne Darcy’s conservatory. It was a small place, but held a number of exotic plants, as well as some common ones as well. There were roses and irises, a large vine of jasmine. In the middle a wooden swing had been constructed.

Darcy told Elizabeth how he would sit out here with baby Georgiana in the swing while his mother tended to the flowers. His eyes were wistful, though pained, and Elizabeth could see how much he missed her.

Moving along, he then showed her the plant she had planted for Georgiana, a sweet pea plant. “She called Gina her sweet pea as soon as they found it was a girl.” Darcy said.

“And what did she call you?” Elizabeth asked archly, though with genuine curiosity. She was disconcerted when Darcy suddenly became withdrawn.

A terse, “I didn’t have a nickname,” was all that he replied.

By then, they had moved to the plant that was planted for Madeline, a Caramel daisy, a flower given its name because it grows on the Mount Caramel in Israel. “My father and I planted this one after she died. She had picked out a few months before Madeline was born.”

Darcy pulled Elizabeth close to him and his voice was just above a strained whisper. “I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you.”

Elizabeth hugged him tight trying to reassure him everything would be fine. “I promise to be careful, and do exactly what the doctor says.” She felt Darcy nod, but he didn’t let go of her for several more minutes.

On the flight back to Chicago, Darcy broke the bad news to Elizabeth he himself had received only that morning.

“I know the timing of this is horrible, but I have to go to London for two or three weeks.” He said abruptly.

Elizabeth shook her head in surprise. “A few weeks? When do you leave?”

Darcy looked down at his hand that was nervously playing with the arm rest. “End of next week, possibly as long as ten days.” Defensively he added, “I knew it was a possibility, but just received confirmation this morning.”

Elizabeth sighed and nodded. “What’s in London?”

Purposefully being vague, Darcy replied, “I need to talk to investors about expanding our European presence.”

Elizabeth was well aware of the fact that there was more he wasn’t telling her, but didn’t push it. As the CEO, there would always be things he couldn’t tell her until later and she knew she had to respect that boundary. She accepted his answer and said not hiding her disappointment, “It’s alright. All part of the job.” Then she looked up sharply at Darcy. “But you’ll miss the doctor’s appointment!”

Darcy closed his eyes, cringing. It was the doctor’s appointment. The one he had been waiting for since Elizabeth had said she was pregnant. He pinched the bridge of his nose hoping for a work around. “Can you move it?”

Elizabeth shrugged not hiding her disappointment very well. “I can try, but it’s kind of late.”

The two sat in quiet contemplation for a few moments. Elizabeth broke the silence. “If I tell you the time, can you make yourself available by the phone?”

Darcy looked at her quizzically. “I should be able to.”

Elizabeth smiled. “I’ll call you while I’m in the doctor’s office so we can find out at the same time. And I think they can give us a copy of the sonogram so you can see it when you get back.”

Darcy smiled, though Elizabeth could still see how torn he felt. With a tender smile she said, “I won’t pretend I’m not disappointed you won’t be there. But we have to get used to things like this. It will be alright, so long as you don’t her birthday.”

Darcy chuckled and kissed her hand firmly, feeling once again incredibly fortunate to have secured her hand. Certainly no other woman would be as understanding. “I wouldn’t miss his birthday for the world.”

Chapter Twenty-One: Seeds of Doubt

Posted on Tuesday, 17 July 2007

Within days of returning to Chicago, and the help of Mrs. Long, news of Elizabeth’s and Darcy’s engagement was out. The two had decided to publicize it sooner rather than waiting for Darcy to return from London, hoping the press coverage would die down by the time Darcy left.

Warm wishes were received by those closest to them, and congratulations were received, though none was happier than Mrs. Bennet, who spent a good half hour telling Elizabeth how not screw up the engagement and singing the praises of her soon to be son-in-law.

Surprisingly, even Georgiana seemed to welcome the news with more warmth and sincerity than expected. The two concluded she had either accepted the fact that Elizabeth and Darcy would marry, or she was actually warming to Elizabeth, and perhaps making a few changes for the better. Darcy tended to believe his sister had resigned herself, Elizabeth encouraged him to believe otherwise if for nothing else, familial peace. Though neither of them could discount part of her excitement was due to the idea that she would be able to be bridesmaid.

News of the engagement did not surprise Caroline per se, but seeing the ring on Elizabeth’s finger was a little more than she could bear in polite company and she went sulking to her room after the announcement. It did not taken her long to decide that drastic measures were now required if she was to show Darcy the grave mistake he was about to make. She thanked providence for the news of Darcy’s upcoming trip to London, one she was rather certain Elizabeth would not be taking, at least the entire time. The stupid little chit hasn’t the sense to quit working now that she’s secured my William’s hand. She chuckled to herself with a dangerous smile.

The time away from Darcy passed more quickly than Elizabeth had expected it to. She spent half her time in Chicago at Darcy’s, the other half at her place. The remainder of the time was spent either in Dallas or at the plants. The transfer of the assembly lines was a little behind schedule and Elizabeth was using the absence of Darcy to play catch up. Not only was he not there to serve as a distraction, but she could work whatever hours she felt were necessary without him hovering over her worrying she was taxing herself too much.

When she wasn’t working or on the road, she spent time with Jane, helping her with the rapidly approaching wedding. There were response cards to be tallied, decorations to be made or finalized, seating arrangements to be made, wedding favors to be created, and wedding showers to plan.

Other evenings were spent in the company of Georgiana, and Richard, who at Darcy’s request made frequent visits to his apartment. The three of them spent more several evenings laughing and joking together. Again, it seemed as though Georgiana had truly begun to accept Elizabeth’s presence and her attachment to Darcy and Elizabeth couldn’t be happier.

There were other small changes in Georgiana. She wasn’t as judgmental and when she talked about some of the cute boys in the mailroom, she didn’t discount them as ineligible boyfriend material because they were mail clerks, the way she would have in the past. She didn’t gripe about work anymore, or the size of her paychecks, and she had been genuinely helpful at the VA open house. Nor did she complain about not having clothes to wear or not having enough money to go shopping. In other words, she had adjusted to Darcy’s restrictions and seemed to making some genuine changes.

Darcy’s time in London passed aggravatingly slow. The first week and half had passed, but there were another ten days to go, and worse, there was talk of having his stay extended.

Certainly he was busy with work, but aside from that, there was little to entertain. Lunches were eaten in his office, usually straight out of the container they arrived in, and dinner was seldom different.

He missed Elizabeth and cursed the timing of the trip; the first month of their engagement was spent estranged, talking only briefly due to the time zone differences. This of course left plenty of time for him to mull word for word over their conversations. Did she sound tired? Perhaps, but more than usual? Was she eating enough? Was she getting enough sleep? Did she remember her vitamins? Was she working to hard?

And now he sat in front of his computer watching the DVD Elizabeth had sent him of their son, letting it play over and over. He tried to imagine Elizabeth’s face as she saw their son in front of her, and more than anything wanted to hold her in his arms. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her and how beautiful she looked carrying their child. How excited he was about their baby and how grateful he was to her for bringing him into his life.

As he watched his son move around, he recalled every detail of that phone conversation from the doctor office.

“I think the equipment is almost set up.” She said into the phone. “Do you want to be on speaker, or should I just translate?”

“Speaker.” Darcy replied.

Feigning wounding, Elizabeth replied, “Do you not trust me?”

Darcy chuckled. “With all my heart. But I also known you are prone to mischief, especially when you are about to be proven wrong!” Hearing Elizabeth gasp, he asked panicked, “What’s wrong?”

Elizabeth laughed. “The gel they use is cold. Now hang on a moment, I’m going to put you on speaker.”

“Good afternoon, er, evening Mr. Darcy.” The doctor said, after Elizabeth indicated to proceed.

“Doctor.” Darcy intoned. “How is my child?”

Before the doctor could answer, Elizabeth took a sharp intake of breath, as she looked at the monitor beside her. “Oh William!” She exclaimed as she let out her breath. “I can see our baby! The arms and legs…”

Darcy felt an acute pain in his chest. How desperately he wanted to be there with her at this moment! Through a strained voice he said, “What do you see dear?”

Elizabeth moved her hand towards the monitor as if able to touch her baby. “It even looks like a baby! I can see the head, the nose, the arms and legs, and fingers… It looks like its sucking its thumb!”

Darcy chuckled wistfully. Trying to mask his emotions he felt sting his eyes, he said, “He gets it from you, I never sucked my thumb.”

“Would you like to know the sex of the baby?” The doctor interrupted.

“Yes.” The two said simultaneously.

The doctor skillfully moved the wand to get a better look at the baby. “You are most definitely having a boy!” He pointed to the monitor showing Elizabeth the deciding markings.

Darcy threw his head back and laughed for several moments, and Elizabeth put her hand to her lips in utter happiness. “A boy,” she whispered. Coughing to clear her throat she said in response to Darcy’s laughter, “You can wipe that smug grin off your face Mister Darcy.”

“Thank you, Elizabeth!” he gratefully. All of his dreams were coming true. He would have a healthy son, he would be married to the woman of his dreams, and the company was doing better than ever. And in someway, they were all tied to Elizabeth. He had waited a long time to find her, but she was worth any wait.

Darcy’s attention returned to the image on his computer screen; his son! It would be a long five months before he would be able to see him again or hold him, but he silently vowed that his son would want for nothing. He would be the best father.

Darcy’s musings was interrupted by a familiar, but wholly unexpected, and unwanted voice. “William!”

Darcy stepped from his study, more annoyed than usual at the interruption. “Caroline?”

Caroline Bingley threw herself at the man. “It’s so good to see you William! The flight over was simply dreadful!”

Darcy pulled back his irritation at the intruder growing by the second. “What are you doing here?” He asked through a clenched jaw.

Caroline pulled back looking wounded. “I thought you would be pleased to see me! I heard you were over here, and it happened to coincide with a trip of mine.” Brushing a hand down his arm, she simpered, “I thought you might be lonely, wanting to see a friendly face.”

Darcy took a few more steps away from Caroline and then stopped, realizing he was backing up into his study. I am lonely, but yours is not the face I want to see! Curtly he said. “I’m here on business Caroline.” He knew she was hoping to stay at his place, but he was certainly not going to offer residing under the same roof as her. He turned. “If you’ll excuse me, I have work I need to finish.”

Caroline followed him into his study and took a seat on his sofa. “It’s alright Will. I don’t have any plans tonight. I’ll just wait around until you’re ready for dinner.”

Darcy returned to the computer and turned off the DVD. He would not share this intimate moment with that woman! Maybe if I work long enough she’ll get bored and leave! With that, he turned to work, patently ignoring the soft sighs meant to gain his attention. He was hungry, but would wait until breakfast if that is what it took to get rid of Caroline. Finally after two hours, he realized he was going to have to be more forceful.

“Excuse me Caroline, I have a private phone call to make.” He said it curtly, not masking his annoyance at her presence.

Caroline smiled sweetly, not making a move to exit the room. In a harsher tone and stern glare he repeated, “Caroline, the phone call is private.”

Clearly put out Caroline stood. “I’ll wait for you in the drawing room then.” Darcy rolled his eyes, his patience running thin. “Caroline, tell me what it is you want, so I can get back to work.”

Caroline dropped her eyes, acting mortally wounded. “Fine William! I came here because I thought you would like some company after all this time alone. But I can see where I am not wanted.” She started towards the door. “When you are ready for some company, I’ll be in my usual room!”

Darcy’s jaw dropped at her forwardness! She had invited herself to his house! He could kick her to the curb, and was heartily tempted to do that. He knew Charles wouldn’t complain. But still, it was a large enough townhouse, and he could spend his time at the office. There was no reason to create such a commotion. He rubbed his temples to release the tension and reminded himself it would change once he was married. At least that is what he hoped.

The rest of the time in London, passed similarly. Caroline took every opportunity to speak with Darcy and spend time in his company. She waited for him to return in the evenings so she could greet him and welcome him home, as she would if she were his wife. When that brought nothing to fruition, she resorted to prancing around the place in tight skimpy clothing and ensuring Darcy knew she was at his beckoned call, for anything. Finally, Caroline decided to take more drastic measures. She found a young English man that she paraded in front of Darcy in hopes of making him jealous. When nothing she did seemed to work she headed home defeated. She was not going to be able to turn his head while that Elizabeth Bennet was still in the picture!

After a day of helping her sister create wedding favors, Elizabeth was invited to join Jane and Charles for dinner. Had she known Caroline was going to be present, Elizabeth would have declined, but it was too late; she would suffer through the evening of snide comments Caroline was certain to provide.

Much to her surprise, when Caroline saw Elizabeth she greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and brief hug of the shoulders. “Eliza!” Caroline greeted.

“Caroline.” Elizabeth replied, wondering what she had been hit on the head with.

“It is so nice to be back in the States again.” Caroline announced to the table. Turning to Elizabeth she said, “I just spent a week in London with my friend Sylvia. It isn’t as fun as Paris, but certainly has its own diversions.”

Elizabeth smiled sweetly, hoping her face didn’t appear as pale as she felt. She wasn’t sure what to say. Darcy had told her about Caroline being in London, but he failed to mention Sylvia was with her.

Charles stepped saying,, “Have you heard from Darcy lately, Lizzy? When is he due back?”

Elizabeth swallowed and chiseled a smile on her face. “I spoke to him last night. He’s been delayed, but he expects to be home in three days.” She turned to Caroline, not willing to give the woman the satisfaction of thinking she had surprised her. “William mentioned you were staying at his place.” Adding with slightly narrowed eyes, “He asked me if I minded, but I assured him I was alright with the arrangement.” Elizabeth was determined to ignore the fact that Sylvia was there, and that Darcy had failed to mention that detail when he asked her if she minded Caroline’s presence.

Caroline returned a forced smile. “Have you been to Europe Eliza?” Trying to demonstrate her lack of experience, and therefore her unsuitability as Darcy’s wife.

Elizabeth shook her head. “Unfortunately no. William doesn’t want to risk the baby’s health, and we’ve been busy visiting his other places like Pemberley and San Francisco.” She purposefully played with the engagement ring on her finger, drawing Caroline’s attention to it. “William has promised to take me wherever I want to go after our baby is born for our honeymoon.”

Caroline smiled insincerely. “Well, it won’t be the same when you have tote a crying baby along with you.” She quipped haughtily.

Elizabeth suppressed her urge to chuckle. The woman obviously had no clue what Darcy liked and didn’t. “William wouldn’t want to be separated from his child. And if there is someplace just the two of want to visit, we’ll have a nanny to take care of him.”

Thankfully, Jane turned the conversation to her and Charles upcoming wedding and other more neutral topics.

That night Elizabeth spent it tossing and turning. The words from dinner replayed constantly in her head. She knew better than to trust Caroline, but little did that woman know her comments at dinner were simply fertilizer and water to the seeds of doubt already planted.

She wanted to trust Darcy; she felt she could, but there was so much evidence to say otherwise. She knew Sylvia had been out of town for the last week, Georgiana had told her as much. Of course Georgiana hadn’t said specifically where Sylvia had gone, other than to visit a friend out of town. But even that hadn’t been the start of it.

The first doubt started with a meeting in an elevator at PMB. Elizabeth had met Sylvia in the elevator on the way down. Had she met Sylvia on a lower floor, as she had before, Elizabeth would have assumed she was there meeting Georgiana. But they had met on the floor of Elizabeth’s office and Elizabeth was more than cognizant of the fact Darcy’s office was one of the few offices above hers. And then there was Sylvia’s explanation. “I just stopped by to talk to William briefly.” She had said.

Elizabeth hit the pillow next to her wondering what that “something” was. At the time of the meeting, she had dismissed it, reminding herself to trust Darcy. And she admonished herself again when she became angry when Darcy failed to mention his meeting with his ex, chalking it up to a trivial detail that probably slipped his mind.

The idea of Sylvia in London with Darcy, and staying under the same roof as Darcy made her crazy! Why hadn’t he mentioned it? Certainly it wasn’t because he forgot! One simply does not forget when your ex is living with you, even if it is only for a week.

Elizabeth’s imagination began working overtime as she turned over once again. Darcy had mentioned Caroline was staying with him. What a perfect cover. It was the truth; he simply neglected to tell her there was someone else there as well. Then she began to wonder if the two had paid Caroline to go with as a cover fully aware Caroline would jump at the chance.

“No!” She said aloud to herself. “He loves you and he loves his son! He wouldn’t do that to either of you!” But even then, she couldn’t help a few tears from spilling onto the pillow. This was not how one is supposed to start an engagement. Perhaps Darcy would mention it when he got home. She nodded to herself. Yes. This was most likely Caroline’s doing and he just didn’t want to tell me over the phone because he was afraid I would be upset and he didn’t want to endanger the baby. She clung to that hope and let the mental and emotional exhaustion take her to the depths of sleep.

Two days later Elizabeth still couldn’t shake her insecurities. Sylvia had been noticeably absent from the conversations and Elizabeth took that to believe she was still in London with Darcy. She had tried desperately to maintain her faith in Darcy but his absence and short conversations made that difficult. This was her frame of mind the night before Darcy was due back. She sat in the pool room watching Richard hit balls around.

“Cas? Are you alright with mine and William’s engagement?” she asked tentatively. She wanted to broach the topic of Darcy and Sylvia, but wasn’t sure how. She knew she couldn’t accuse Darcy outright but was looking for some assurances to maintain her faith in him.

Richard screwed up his brow at the ridiculous question. “Of course I am. I think you’re perfect for each other.” He gave Elizabeth an assuring smile which she returned.

After watching Richard drop a few more balls into the pockets, she asked, “Last Easter, when you hit William, what made you think he was cheating on me?” She tried to maintain a pococurante tone to mask her real concern.

Richard stood and looked at his friend curiously. He set his cue stock on the edge of the table and leaned toward her, supporting his weight on the table. “Liz, I don’t know what is going through that hormone racked brain of yours right now, but Darcy would never cheat on you.”

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t think that last Easter.” She said accusingly. Adding a little more nonchalant. “I just want to know why you thought he was.”

Richard heaved a sigh and waggled his head for a moment. Realizing there was more to this discussion than what was being said, he took a seat on the sofa next to Elizabeth. “I saw the way was acting around Sylvia back then and feared the worst. I was only trying to protect you. Had I been thinking rationally, I would have known better. Darcy isn’t the type of man who cheats, he’s too damn honest for that.”

Elizabeth smiled and nodded. He was giving her the assurances she needed. A faint blush betrayed her guilty thoughts.

Treading lightly, Richard asked, “Why do you think Darcy is cheating on you?”

Elizabeth shook her head and looked embarrassed. “It’s nothing.” She said dismissively as she rubbed her stomach. “I’m sure it’s just hormones and missing him.”

Richard laughed lightly. “Liz, he adores you. I’ve never seen him so happy.” With a less serious smirk he added, “And he knows if he even thought about cheating on you he’d have to answer to me.”

Elizabeth laughed and batted her eyelids. “My hero.”

Richard laughed and returned to the pool table. Before he took his next shot, he looked intently at Elizabeth. “Liz. Seriously, cousin or not, if he ever hurt you like that, I’d thrash him within in an inch of his life.”

Elizabeth smiled and nodded once in thanks and acknowledgment of her friend’s unfettered pledge. She felt better and more secure. Richard knew Darcy as well as he knew himself, and his assurances reinforced her own resolution to trust Darcy.

Darcy arrived home around eight on a Friday night, three days after the dinner at Charles’. Elizabeth, Georgiana, and Richard were all in the living room waiting. At the sound of the elevator, Georgiana jumped up to greet her brother. Richard sauntered behind but Elizabeth remained seated deciding to wait for the other two to finish their welcome, and to better observe Darcy’s reaction when he saw her. While her talk with Richard had dissolved most of her fears, there was still that niggling thought that would not go away.

Georgiana threw her arms around her brother as expected and then released him to greet Richard. The two gentlemen shook hands and slapped each other on the shoulder amiably. Richard then stepped aside allowing Darcy to greet the person he knew was most important to him.

It took only a second for the two to see each other, and when their gazes met, all of Elizabeth’s resolve to have him make the first move fled. Darcy face was split by a large smile and he stepped quickly towards her, his arms open waiting to engulf her. Before Elizabeth knew what she was doing, she was melting in his arms, and he was planting kisses in her hair.

Darcy stepped back and placed his hands on her stomach. “Look at you!” He exclaimed in just above a whisper; his voice strained by emotion. “I can’t believe I’ve missed so much!” Completely unawares of the others in the room, he dropped to his knees and placed a few small kisses on her stomach. Standing again he whispered, “You are even more beautiful than I remember,” as his hand cupped her cheek. He leaned over and when their lips met, the rest of the world faded away. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as close to him as her stomach allowed. Elizabeth’s hands quickly ran the gambit of her fiancé’s back and shoulders, eventually making them up to his neck and hair. The kisses became more ardent and hands moved of their own free will, each one making up for lost time.

A couple coughs from nearby reminded the amorously involved couple of the presence of the two relations. Elizabeth dropped her eyes to Darcy’s chest, willing the scarlet coloring of her skin away. Darcy on the other hand turned towards the other two and smirked. “Must you interrupt my homecoming between my fiancée and my son?” He said snidely.

Richard snorted. “Based on where that homecoming was heading, yes! There are children here!” The last comment earned him a slap from Georgiana.

That night Elizabeth lay in bed, her back against Darcy as he began to massage lotion onto her distended stomach. “It’s like I’ve missed the most important month.” Darcy pouted. Elizabeth turned and brushed her lips with his. She felt once against secure with his love for her. He hadn’t mentioned anything about Sylvia, but he had been so excited to see her, and had not hesitated a moment when he did. His kisses were passionate and loving and his eye’s twinkled with adoration. This could not possibly be a man who was cheating on her. She told herself Caroline had made it up; there was no reason to doubt him.

“You haven’t missed everything. Just wait a little longer, I’m sure he’ll wake up.” Elizabeth said cryptically. As if on command, she felt the baby kick. Quickly she moved Darcy’s hand to the place of the kick. When there was nothing, she poked her belly a few times hoping to stimulate the baby. And then it happened.

“What was that?” Darcy asked completely befuddled.

With a giggle, Elizabeth responded. “That was your son, kicking me.”

If Elizabeth had turned, she would have laughed at the expression of wonderment on Darcy’s face. “Make him do it again.” He pleaded. As if listening to his father, the baby kicked again, causing Darcy to laugh mirthfully at the new signs of his son. “Does it hurt?” Darcy asked.

Elizabeth shook her head. “No, but it does make it hard to sleep.”

“How often does he do that?” Darcy asked, thinking perhaps just a schedule adjustment was in order. “Different times,” came the response. There was another kick.

“Hmm….” Darcy said thoughtfully, causing Elizabeth to laugh. “Babies and children do not adhere to schedules.”

Darcy furrowed his brow in light of the new realization. This was simply not something he could fit into his schedule if he understood her. “Well, we’ll have to speak with our son about that.” Elizabeth laughed at the mere thought of Darcy trying to reason with his infant son about when it was time to eat and sleep. He was certainly in for a rude awakening, but there was no reason to dispel his fantasy now.

The following morning Elizabeth woke earlier than the rest. She was having trouble sleeping as comfortable positions were becoming harder to find. She was soon joined by Richard and Darcy. With barely a second thought, Darcy’s had slipped to Elizabeth’s stomach. When his hand stayed there beyond the usual affection rub, Elizabeth looked at him curiously.

“He isn’t awake?” Darcy asked disappointed, causing Elizabeth to laugh. At Richard’s curious look, Darcy asked, “Have you let him feel it?”

Elizabeth gave him an incredulous look. “You really think I would let anyone feel that before you?” Darcy smile broadly and had the grace to blush slightly. Then turning to his cousin said. “I felt the baby kick last night. It’s amazing!”

Richard rolled his eyes and muttered. “I should have known it was about the baby.”

Elizabeth laughed but Darcy scowled. “Wait until it’s your turn,” He chided.

Elizabeth lifted her brow towards Darcy. “Cas a father? Perish the thought!” Darcy laughed and Richard scoffed. “After I dutifully look after you while your fiancé is gallivanting around London, this is my thanks?”

Elizabeth and Darcy both laughed. “Well, in thanks, you can be the first to know that it was confirmed we are having a boy.” Darcy iterated.

Richard shook his head slowly. “As if there was any doubt.” Looking at Darcy he said, “Of course, you would have a boy first.”

Conversation the rest of the weekend revolved around the baby. Darcy had decided it was time to start talking seriously about the nursery and getting married. In other words, it was time to start becoming a family. And like most other things Darcy did, he approached it with gusto and would not be satisfied until it was complete.

Elizabeth on the other hand was hoping to take things more slowly, especially things she perceived threatened her independence.

The two made decisions on the nursery fairly easily . Elizabeth’s current room at Darcy’s would be cleared out and become the nursery; with the current furniture being donated to the Purple Heart. Charles’ company would be contracted to add a door between the master bedroom and the nursery and a few other remodeling items.

As for the nursery décor, they hired a decorator to handle most of the details. They did decide however that the walls would be painted in the primary colors – one red, one blue, one green and one yellow – and horses would be the resounding theme. All other things such as bedding would be shades of blue or white. Overall it was a good compromise.

As for discussions regarding Elizabeth and Darcy themselves, those were more emotionally charged.

“What would you say to an October wedding?” Darcy asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. The truth of the matter is he thought about nothing but the wedding and the baby while in London. He was determined to be married before the baby was born; his son would not be illegitimate!

Elizabeth was taken by surprise. Despite agreeing to the engagement, she still had a few lingering doubts, and recent events had only strengthened them. Darcy was affectionate, but their conversations always seemed to revolve around the baby, or Elizabeth’s health with respect to the baby. A few conversations would revolve around work, but rarely did they talk about just them. With a small smile, she rubbed her stomach. “It’s bad enough I have to be a bridesmaid looking like this. I don’t want to have to be a bride too!” Adding, “Besides, there isn’t enough time to plan a wedding for October; you know what Charles and Jane have been going through.”

Darcy wrapped his arms around Elizabeth, letting her lean back against him. “Did you really want a big wedding?”

Elizabeth turned the tables. “I didn’t think I had a choice. I was pretty sure Chicago’s most eligible bachelor getting married would have to be the event of the year.” Trying to keep the discussion light she added, “And besides, then I would have to throw away the numbers of all those designers who called wanting to make my dress and those of the bridesmaids.” She laughed at Darcy’s astonished expression. “Don’t act like you didn’t expect that. You know everyone is clamoring to have their piece of the publicity.”

Darcy shook his head determined to get back onto the subject at hand. “We don’t have to have a big wedding if you don’t want it. Or we could have a small civil ceremony now and a larger wedding after the baby is born with the white gowns and flowers.”

Elizabeth turned to her side, trying to get more comfortable, a feat that was becoming harder and harder as the weeks progressed. “Why does it matter when we get married?” Elizabeth asked, wondering why Darcy was pressing the issue. After all, a child being born out of wedlock wasn’t exactly the taboo it used to be.

Darcy took a slow deep breath wondering why Elizabeth was resisting the idea so much. Since he had found out about the baby, getting married had become a constant thought. And he had to admit it hurt a little that Elizabeth didn’t seem to be likewise inclined. He never dreamed her independent nature would be such an obstacle. “Because I want my son to have my name. I want don’t want him born an illegitimate child.”

Elizabeth’s first instinct was to laugh, but she managed to suppress it. Instead she said a little flippantly, “A little old fashioned aren’t we?” Darcy didn’t say anything, but Elizabeth could tell his temper was flaring. Hoping to mollify him, “Our son is going to have your name. I never intended him to have my name, even if we weren’t engaged by then.”

Tersely Darcy said, “I would like us to be married before the baby is born. I don’t understand why you’re resisting this so much. Are you having second thoughts?”

Elizabeth turned to look at him. His face was rigid and unreadable, a look Elizabeth knew meant he was very unhappy. Her first reaction was to defend herself; to yell at him over not telling her about Sylvia, about being more concerned about the baby than about her. But reason prevailed and she said quietly. “William, I don’t want to ruin this weekend fighting. Can I think about it?”

Only slightly mollified, Darcy agreed. “Fine.” He said tersely. After a calming breath he added quietly, “Elizabeth. I will submit to your decision, but this is really important to me. I want to be married before the baby is born. If you’re having second thoughts, I really wish you would tell me why.”

Elizabeth waggled her head, stammering for a response. How could she tell him no after everything he had done for her? He had always been very conciliatory towards her wishes. How could she say no to something that he obviously felt so strongly about? “Everything is just moving so fast.” She explained. “We’ve been engaged just over a month, and you weren’t even here for most of it.” At Darcy’s sorrowful expression she said quickly, “I don’t blame you, but now you want to get married in two months? I just wanted a little more time.”

Darcy nodded though was clearly downtrodden. “Just promise me you’ll think about it.”

The following weekend, Mary was due to arrive in Chicago. Her arrival was much anticipated by Jane and Elizabeth. When they had last seen each other, over Elizabeth’s birthday, Mary expressed an interest in healthcare, but didn’t want to work in traditional medicine. With this in mind, Elizabeth helped her do some research and one of Mary’s primary objectives of her stay was to looking further in the Chicago College of Healing Arts, specifically in the areas of Botanical Field studies and herbalism.

The two sisters were happy to see the progress in Mary. She had become more open with people and began to realize there was more to life than a farm and took a genuine interest it. She had come to realize that books were by far not an adequate substitute for real-life experiences, even the unpleasant ones.

“Jane, what if Mary really likes the college? She’s shown this to be more than a passing fancy.” Elizabeth asked Jane the day before Mary’s arrival.

Her sister smiled at her. “Then you would’ve done a good thing for her.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. Her modesty didn’t take praise well. “I mean in terms of expenses. The classes are expensive, and she can’t get the usual financial aid.”

Jane nodded, understanding her sister’s concern. “She’ll have to get a job like we did. I can help her out a little too.” Elizabeth nodded. “She can stay at my place. I’ll probably be moving in with Darcy and I didn’t really want to sell it. I just wanted to see if you thought she should work her way through like we did or not.”

Jane smiled upon hearing Elizabeth’s plans to move in with Darcy. It was yet another step forward her obstinate sister was about to take. Aloud she said, “Mary will have to work, but I don’t see any reason why she should have to live on Ramen noodles.”

Elizabeth chuckled and nodded at the bleak memories. Changing the subject, Elizabeth said, “So the wedding is less than a month away!”

Jane blushed. “I know. You’re still coming up for the shower right?” Elizabeth nodded. “Is Charles coming?” At Jane’s affirmative Elizabeth replied. “I think William wants to come too, so if Charles is there he’ll feel more comfortable.” Adding sarcastically, “I think he’s worried I’m going to try playing football or jump out of the barn or something like that.”

Jane laughed. “I think it’s sweet. He’s just trying to make sure you’re alright.”

Elizabeth shook her head. “You would think that.” She said sarcastically. “You do not have to sit at the table while he watches everything you eat and listen to him incessantly ask you if you’re alright fifty times a day. And remind you not to over tax yourself another fifty times.”

Jane laughed. “Think of it this way Lizzy. When the baby is born, he’ll worry about him and leave you alone.” This brought a peel of laughter, though in the very deepest recesses of Elizabeth’s mind, it tweaked her deepest fear.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Wedding Bells

Posted on Saturday, 21 July 2007

Mary’s arrival in Chicago had become a welcomed distraction. Since the discussion of when to get married, things had become a little strained between the Elizabeth and Darcy.

Darcy was affectionate as ever, but there was an unspoken tension between them. Elizabeth knew it was her fault. She knew he was hoping at every meeting she would voice her consent to an October marriage, and every time they parted without an agreement, Elizabeth felt more and more guilty.

The first week Mary was in town, Elizabeth stayed at her place with her sister; she told herself she wasn’t avoiding Darcy, she was looking after her sister – after all she couldn’t leave her sister of twenty five alone in an unknown city.

Her days were busy with work, but her nights and evenings were lonely. What a wretched curse that now, when she most wanted to sleep her condition made that state somewhat elusive. She slept in short fits, leaving her mind free to wander in the darkness of her own room.

She waddled out to the living room trying to make herself more comfortable on the sofa pondering Darcy. Why could she not make that final step? And was this a bad sign for their relationship? She knew she loved him, and he would always be good to her. Why was it so hard to believe that he loved her?

Once again she went through everything he had done for her and the time they had shared before the baby. She remembered every one of his smiles, kisses, and caresses, the endearments he had whispered. It was something out of a fairy tale. But even with so many fond memories, nothing guaranteed that it would last. And there was something about marriage that made her uneasy. It was so permanent! Up until now she had an out for everything. She could always break up with him, she could end the engagement, but you can’t just end a marriage.

She felt the baby kicking and groaned. “How am I supposed to sleep if you are doing acrobats?” She scolded, rubbing her stomach. She couldn’t help but giggle though as she pressed back wherever the foot manifested itself.

She was startled by a soft voice calling her name and turned to see Mary, sleepily rubbing her eyes.

“I’m sorry Mary, did I wake you?” Elizabeth said. She thought about getting up but decided against it. She was finally comfortable and didn’t want to give up that luxury just yet.

“No, I was just having a little trouble sleeping, new place and all.” Mary said back through a yawn. She sat down in a chair next to Elizabeth. “Is something wrong?”

Elizabeth smiled. “Nothing that won’t be fixed in a couple of months.” She replied, rubbing her stomach again.

Mary smiled and nodded. “Are you sure? You seem a little distracted these last few days.” Mary asked. Then looking down at the floor said, “I know I’m not Jane, but…”

Elizabeth immediately felt a wave of guilt. She reached out and patted Mary’s hand. “I’m sorry Mary. I never meant to make you feel inferior to Jane. I love you both dearly.” She felt better seeing Mary raise her head and smile a little. She pondered whether or not to burden her sister with her thoughts. This was something she was even reluctant to speak to Jane about, much less a sister whom she had little experience confiding in. Then again, hadn’t it been her mission to draw Mary out? This was simply part of that process.

“William wants to get married in October, before the baby is born, but I don’t know if I’m ready.” Elizabeth blurted out. Mary’s quizzical look made Elizabeth think she had made a mistake in confiding in her sister. Mary hadn’t even had a serious boyfriend, she couldn’t possibly understand the struggle when contemplating marriage.

“A few months isn’t going to change anything. You’re not going to love each other any more or less than you do now are you?” Mary asked seemingly innocently.

Elizabeth shook her head and chuckled seeing her sister’s wisdom. Perhaps she didn’t give Mary enough credit. “No, but marriage is so permanent.”

Mary furrowed her brow again. “More permanent than a baby?” Mary asked, her tone closely matching Elizabeth’s own sarcastic tone.

Elizabeth laughed. “No, but…”

Mary shrugged. “Most women want the father of the baby to marry them.” Elizabeth laughed at the irony. Most women would do almost anything to be in her position, carry William Darcy’s baby and having him begging to get married. Yet she was resisting him for what she had discovered the other night were unfounded insecurities.

The other night had been a blow to her defenses. At dinner she had discovered Caroline had lied to her about Sylvia being in London; she in fact had been in Maine visiting a friend all that time. Darcy was as trustworthy as ever. At least that was something to be thankful for; she would never tell him she had ever doubted his loyalty.

“You’re right Mary.” Elizabeth said with a hint of resignation. “I really don’t have any reason not to marry him.”

Mary smiled pleased she had been able to help her sister and at the new level of intimacy between them. “I hope I can find someone who loves me as much as William loves you.”

Elizabeth cocked her head sideways. “Is it so obvious?”

Mary threw her head back and laughed. “I think even a blind man could see he loves you!”

Elizabeth blushed at her own insecurity. How was it everyone else could see how much Darcy loved her but her? Why was she convinced he only loved their baby?

Mary watched her sister. She could see her mind churning. After everything her sister had done for her, she thought she might finally be able to start paying her back and it warmed her. She finally understood the bond between Elizabeth and Jane. They had the advantage of being so close in age, but they genuinely cared for each other gave each other the support they needed. And more importantly, it seemed she was finally starting to form that same bond with Elizabeth. Yes, it was late in coming, and it was certainly just as much her fault as Elizabeth’s, but she was not going to dwell on that. “You know Lizzy, you don’t have to stay with me. I will call you if I need anything. You always have your cell phone with you.”

Elizabeth smiled. Mary was a little more subtle than Jane, but perhaps that was due to a level of familiarity and Jane being the older sister. Even so, the message Mary wanted to send was loud and clear. She heaved herself out of the sofa, stopping just long enough to give her sister a hug and kiss on the cheek. “You’re the best Mary.”

Elizabeth headed to her room, packed up her work, threw a few things into a bag and headed out the door.

Twenty minutes later a cab was pulling up to Darcy’s place. Elizabeth pulled herself and her bags out of the cab, paid the driver and looked up to the floor where she knew Darcy would be. The windows were all darkened, but that did not surprise her. He was probably in his study, which faced the other side of the building. It was getting late and she hoped she wasn’t going to wake him, but there was nothing to do now. She made her way into the building and up the elevator.

Darcy was startled upon hearing the elevator ding. Georgiana was already in for the night, Elizabeth was at her place with her sister, and Richard hadn’t said anything about coming over, and it wasn’t a visitor or the front desk would have announced them. He quickly made his way to the door to determine the intruder.

“Elizabeth!” he exclaimed, concerned upon seeing her unexpectedly. “Is everything alright?” He asked, instantly taking her burdens from her.

Elizabeth smiled and nodded. She couldn’t help looking at him affectionately. It was as if she was seeing the man who would become her husband for the first time. Her husband! The man she would grow old and gray with, her partner for life! Before this evening, he had been her boyfriend, the father of her baby, her fiancé. They had talked little about the future together; it was always about the here and now. But looking at the man in front of her now, she suddenly saw her future, and it was not just a little pleasing.

“Mary said she was fine without me, so I thought I would come home.” She said a little sheepishly. It was the first time she had considered this place her home. It was always Darcy’s place.

At her reference, he felt his heart flip. Could it really mean she had come to terms with everything? That they would be married? Trying not to get his hopes up, afraid of being disappointed, he said, “You’re always welcome here sweetheart.”

Cheekily Elizabeth let out a dramatic sigh. “Good cause it would be kind of awkward being married and not live together.”

Darcy’s eyes widened and his breathing became irregular. “Does this mean…” He stammered.

Elizabeth stepped towards him and put her hands against his chest. “How does October 23rd sound my handsome fiancé?”

Darcy responded in the only way he knew how. He crushed her lips with a searing kiss, and wrapped her in a tight embrace. He pulled away only when he heard her groan in discomfort.

Jane’s wedding shower was everything Elizabeth expected it to be. Friday evening, Darcy, Elizabeth, Mary and Georgiana piled into his Mercedes and headed to Milwaukee.

Georgiana was an unexpected guest, but Elizabeth didn’t see the harm in bringing her along. She had expressed a great interest in seeing Lydia before she headed back to New York, and she was vaguely curious about the farm.

Elizabeth and Darcy spoke on the matter at great length. They were rather cautious about promoting the relationship between the two, but decided there was little trouble the two could get into while at the farm and under the supervision of so many.

Finally it was decided to allow her to come along. First, it would allow Georgiana to see how people not as wealthy as they lived; perhaps even give her a chance to do some household chores for the first time in her life. Second, Georgiana had made some real progress the past summer and they viewed the visit as sort of a reward. The two agreed it would send a mixed message not to encourage her friendship with someone “outside her circle” when they had been trying to teach her that very thing. And finally, Elizabeth couldn’t deny the good influence Georgiana was for Lydia. Even Mr. Bennet had remarked in conversations with Elizabeth that while Lydia would always be Lydia, she had shed some of her childish flirting and was even dressing a little more modestly; things Elizabeth attributed to Gerogiana’s short influence.

The ride up was more difficult than Elizabeth had anticipated. She hadn’t traveled for work for a couple weeks now and she couldn’t remember it being so uncomfortable. It hadn’t been her favorite thing to do last time, but it was nothing like this! She struggled the entire way, trying to find a comfortable position. And just when she thought she had found a comfortable enough position, they had to stop so she could go to the bathroom.

On their third stop, on a trip she could usually do without stopping at all, she realized she would have to talk to Mr. Forester and Darcy when they returned about limiting her travel soon. She hated the idea of this. She had worked hard not to let any limitation impede her ability to do her job but this one seemed unavoidable. Driving out to the plants was only a couple hour drive, but travel to Dallas would be stressful at best. With a resigned sigh, she looked at the car and calculated how much time it would be before she would be finally free.

Upon arriving at the farm, Elizabeth was not surprised to find Charles and Jane already there. Elizabeth hoped her mother’s effusions over the excitement of the impending wedding would have abated with their late arrival.

Unfortunately, it took less than five minutes before Mrs. Bennet had grabbed Elizabeth’s hand to look at her engagement ring. “A sapphire?” She asked perplexed. “Lizzy, do not tell me you requested a sapphire instead of a diamond!”

Elizabeth considered letting her mother believe just that but Darcy stepped in. “It’s a blue diamond. The ring has been in my family for many generations.”

“A blue diamond?” Mrs. Bennet retorted. Then realizing it was be a very rare gem if she had never heard of it, and therefore very expensive her effusions began anew. “Of course, Mr. Darcy.” She looked more intently at the ring as if she could identify it as such upon closer examination. “Oh yes!” She exclaimed, as if laughing at her previous folly. “An exquisite gem it is! And so rare!”

Deciding it was better to get all of the news out of the way now, rather than have it slip out during Jane’s wedding shower, Elizabeth said patting her stomach, “And we found out not long ago that I’m having a boy.”

Mrs. Bennet cried in praise. “I knew you would Lizzy! You always were a clever girl. Securing Mr. Darcy’s hand and providing him with an heir. Now he will never leave you.”

Elizabeth resisted the urge to remind her mother that they had become engaged before the sex of the baby had been determined, but knew it would be pointless. Instead, she only looked down at the floor in mortification and squeezed her fiancé’s hand a little harder in apology.

Elizabeth’s plan of letting her mother effuse early in the weekend in hopes of a more peaceful late weekend did not come to fruition. Instead, Mrs. Bennet effused loudly the entire weekend about the blessings of finally having two daughters so well engaged, and a grandchild on the way.

Charles and Darcy suffered through the wedding shower and the entire weekend with a fair amount of equanimity. Darcy’s reticent nature had come out, but Elizabeth could hardly blame him. There had been more than once that day that Elizabeth wished a hole could swallow her up. She was ever grateful for the respite the two gentlemen found with her father, who had graciously invited them to the basement in the evenings.

Elizabeth spent the weekend trying to avoid her mother, who seemed to be a never ending fountain of advice. If she had nothing to say about her impending “marriage to such a prominent man” then she was spewing advice about her pregnancy or about how to raise a child or any other number of inane things.

She felt bad for Jane and Charles. Her prominent condition constantly detracted attention from those whom were supposed to be the center attention, resting it on Darcy and herself. She prayed that the novelty of everything would wear off by the time of the wedding; she was dreading a repeat performance at Jane’s wedding.

Finally the weekend was over and Darcy, Elizabeth, and Georgiana headed home. Under the advice of Aunt Maddy, Elizabeth had taken some Benadryl to ease the trip home. It left her sleepy, but also helped her relax more, making the trip back pass more quickly than the trip to Milwaukee.

She was reclined in the front seat, surrounded by pillows that provided support to make her comfortable. The return drive began in silence, each person reveling in the tranquil state after a turbulent weekend.

Finally, Darcy broke the silence. “Elizabeth, promise me we will not have a wedding shower.”

Elizabeth laughed sleepily. “My dear, my mother will be most vexed if we do not have a wedding shower and a baby shower.”

Darcy groaned. “Both?” He asked incredulously. The two turned briefly at the sound of a soft cackle originating from the back seat.

Playfully, Darcy chided. “Wait until it is your turn miss!”

Elizabeth nestled further into the pillows surrounding her closing her eyes. “To answer your question dear, no, I have no intention of suffering either a wedding shower or a baby shower. I have learned a week of contract negotiations is less tiring than a wedding shower.” She smiled as she heard both Darcy and Georgiana laugh.

The rest of the drive home was spent in playful banter. Georgiana expressed a genuine fondness for the farm. She found it very lively and homey; less sterile than the Darcy abodes. To Elizabeth and Darcy’s surprise, she had even enjoyed helping Lydia do the dishes, collect eggs from the hen house, and a few other chores. Though upon Darcy’s suggestion to let the housekeepers go, she did protest, knowing she would not enjoy having to do those chores all the time.

The return to Chicago meant a return to work. Elizabeth resolved in the necessity to cut back her travel set up a meeting with the PMB COO. She had advised Darcy of her plans, with which he concurred. He had not said anything, but he was growing concerned with Elizabeth’s ability to continue as usual as she increased.

She was not entirely surprised to see Darcy at the meeting, though she was surprised by another gentlemen’s presence, a Mr. Nelson, as she was soon introduced. A quick glance at Darcy told Elizabeth nothing, other than she had nothing to fear.

“Miss Bennet,” Mr. Forester began after she was seated. “I understand your concern with travel and indeed have no problem granting your request.” He took a took a breath. “However, as you know, your area always requires some travel so we have asked Mr. Nelson to step in in the meantime.”

Elizabeth nodded, though she was a bit confused. She had never met Mr. Nelson, but knew he was in charge of several European divisions. Why they had selected him confused her a bit. Before she could voice her question, Darcy interjected. “In addition to overseeing the US Medical Devices division while you are on leave, Mr. Nelson is going to be helping us promote this division in Europe.”

Elizabeth paled slightly. Instantly a number of things fell into place. Darcy’s trip to London had been to generate investor interest in this new division. That was why he had spoken so little of his trip! But why now? And why hadn’t she been told of this?

“I see.” She said thoughtfully, unable to look at Darcy. Looking at Mr. Forester, she decided to get all the cards on the table. If she was going to lose her job and her division, she wanted to know now. “And when I return, will I continue working with Mr. Nelson or under him?”

She noticed how Mr. Forester hesitated and how quiet Darcy and Mr. Nelson were. “Miss Bennet, that is six months out.” He replied cryptically. “We will see how things progress under Mr. Nelson, before determining how to best utilize your skills.”

Elizabeth felt the urge to roll her eyes. What a diplomatic, non-committal answer! She should not have expected anything more, but she was not going to act as if she didn’t know what was potentially looming. And what Mr. Forester hadn’t said had also spoken volumes. In short, she could lose her division upon her return. If things went well under Mr. Nelson, and things proceeded well in Europe, they would have no problem leaving him in charge of it, leaving her head of an entirely different division upon her return. Well, its nice to know they won’t take the risk of laying me off before I return.

Despite the turmoil of feelings she felt at the moment, she maintained a professional demeanor. Her hands were tied due to the pregnancy and she hated that most of all. Looking at Mr. Nelson and then to Mr. Forester, she said, “Of course. Thank you for your time.” Turning to Mr. Nelson she said, “Please let my assistant Anne know when would be a good time to start apprising you of the activities in my division. And if there is anything in particular you are looking for, please inform her of this as well.” She nodded her goodbye’s to everyone present, though found it particularly difficult to look at Darcy.

Safely absconded in her office, Elizabeth rubbed her neck, trying to release the tension and sort through her emotions from the meeting. The biggest question on her mind was why Darcy hadn’t said anything to her. Sarcastically she wondered how long it would take him to come talk to her. The answer: not long.

Elizabeth,

Will you have lunch with me?

William

Elizabeth smirked as she read the email, then dropped her head and massaged her neck and shoulders once again. He was predictable as ever.

She knew she was over reacting to the news but she couldn’t help it. She was fiercely protective of her Medical Devices division and the people in it; she knew that. But why shouldn’t she be? She created that division after all! Not everyone could say that. In the end however, the executive in her won out. The truth was she was in no condition to start the European expansion and the division simply could not be left without a VP for four months. There would be plenty of time to talk about her return. She had no doubt she would fight for her division again. She wrote back.

Dr. apt this afternoon. Routine exam. Was going to grab a quick lunch after.

Wasn’t quite prepared to start turning things over, but it has to be done.

I am alright. We will talk later.

Elizabeth

Darcy let out a sigh of relief upon seeing her email. She had taken the news better than he had expected.

Two weeks later, Darcy, Richard, Elizabeth and Georgiana were in the car once again heading to Milwaukee for Jane and Charles’ wedding. Mary had opted for the less crowded vehicle of just Charles and Jane.

The days before the wedding were chaotic and Elizabeth thanked her fiancé time and time again for having the foresight and insisting they stay at the hotel. This decision had allowed them to escape the chaos that ensued on a daily basis at the Bennet house, allowed them to work in relative peace, and reduced the amount of time Elizabeth had to spend in the car when running errands.

That isn’t to say Elizabeth wasn’t busy ever. There were hundreds of last minute details to tend to: decorations, dress fittings, printers, not to mention family members to greet – including ones Elizabeth hadn’t previously been aware of.

The day of the rehearsal dinner, everyone was gathered at the Bennet house for a last intimate family gathering. Chatter revolved mostly around last minute wedding details, and Elizabeth was beginning to dread agreeing to a large wedding next summer. Jane looked exhausted, and she didn’t have an infant to look after at the same time!

After lunch, before a new round of disarray was to ensue, Elizabeth sat on the back porch enviously watching Charles, Richard, Darcy, and her father taking the horses out for a ride. She huffed at the unfairness of it. They even had the gall to take out her horse Tristan!

By the time the four returned, Elizabeth was in a foul mood.

“What’s the matter love? You look tired.” Darcy asked tenderly.

Feeling peevish Elizabeth snapped, “Of course I look tired. You try sleeping when you’re carrying an extra fifteen to twenty pounds in your stomach that is constantly moving.”

Richard covered his smirk with his hand and hastily made his way inside. He was hot on the heels of Mr. Bennet, who having five daughters, knew a pregnancy tirade coming when he saw one. Charles let a soft chuckle escape and blushing furiously, followed the other two men.

Darcy sat down in the chair and started kneading Elizabeth’s feet. “I’m sorry sweetheart. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?” he said in a tone that sounded rather patronizing to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth scoffed. “I’m sure you felt bad the entire ride.”

Unable to control himself, Darcy let out a short laugh. “Is that what this is? You’re jealous because I went out riding with your father?”

Elizabeth didn’t say anything but crossed her arms across her chest.

Darcy leaned forward and gave her a kiss on her pouting lips. “I’m sorry you couldn’t go with. You know how much I want to go riding with you.” He rubbed her stomach affectionately which only made things worse. “Why does he only calm down when you’re rubbing my stomach?” She cried. “He never stops when I rub it or tell him to settle down.”

Darcy shook his head knowing he couldn’t win. “I don’t know sweetheart. But I’ll rub your stomach anytime you want if it’ll help.”

Still annoyed, Elizabeth said. “Will you fetch me a glass of ice water and then rub my feet instead? I’m hot and I have to go help Jane again soon.” Darcy nodded. It was going to be a long twelve weeks.

Thankfully, up until the rehearsal dinner, Elizabeth and Darcy were able to avoid Caroline. As Charles sister, she had been invited, even though she wasn’t in the ceremony.

When Elizabeth and Darcy arrived at the church, Elizabeth headed directly for the bathroom. Yet another ritual she had learned to accept as part of being pregnant – use the bathrooms when they are available. So it was with great pleasure Caroline saw Darcy enter the sanctuary of the church alone. Pleased, she congratulated herself that her deception had worked and that little chit would be leaving her Darcy alone.

She made her way over to him. “Will!” She exclaimed happily. In a slightly quieter tone, though full of disdain she added, “What a quaint little church wouldn’t you say?”

Realizing this was where he and Elizabeth would likely be married next summer, he nodded approvingly. “Indeed.” With a genuine smile he added, “It is not as assuming St. James Cathedral, and the stained glass window is very nice.”

Caroline, expecting a little disapprobation added, “Well, Charles has not quite your standing in society, and I suppose this will have to do.”

Darcy looked down at her annoyed. Was she really still assuming she had a chance with him? Cryptically he said, “I will happily marry wherever my bride wishes to marry.”

Assuming he was referring to her Caroline smiled prettily and said with haughty aire, “Certainly any place less than St. James would be insufficient.”

It was then that Elizabeth entered with Georgiana, and stood next to Darcy. “Have you seen Jane or Charles yet?” Darcy smiled down at her and took her hand. “Not yet, they appear in some discussion still with the priest.” He said, nodding toward the persons in question. “You should sit down while we wait.” He escorted Elizabeth over to a nearby pew.

Caroline rolled her eyes as soon as she saw Elizabeth. Apparently her plan hadn’t worked, or at least needed to be worked a little more.

She turned her attention to Georgiana. She would stay in Georgiana’s graces if nothing else to secure her invitations to Pemberley and so she would know when Darcy finally realized his mistake. “Georgiana!” Caroline exclaimed. “How good to see you dear! When did you get into town?” Georgiana smiled a pert smile. I drove up with my brother, cousin, and Elizabeth a few days ago.

This was not the response Caroline wanted to hear. Filling her voice with as much disdain as possible she said, “Well thankfully the wedding is tomorrow and you won’t have to suffer these country rustics much longer.”

Georgiana was not a little affronted at Caroline’s insulting manner to her new friend and soon to be sister-in-law. Caroline may have money, but she was not family. She had no right to insult them! “I happen to find it rather refreshing. It reminds me of Pemberley.”

Caroline choked at the comparison. “Certainly not!” She exclaimed. “This… place… is nothing like Pemberley. Pemberley is so picturesque. This place is so… dirty…”

Georgiana shook her head. “William really likes it here. He said a place like this would be great for raising his son.”

Caroline’s eyes widened at the new information. “Did you say son?”

Georgiana smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Yes. William and Elizabeth found out they are having a boy.”

Caroline smiled insincerely. “How nice for them.” She clipped. Inwardly she was cursing. If only the baby had been a girl, there would be some hope. There would be no turning Darcy’s head now, not with Elizabeth giving him an heir. She would have to work harder on turning her head!

The day of Jane’s wedding was a whirlwind. Mrs. Bennet ran around frantically tending to details that did not require attention and barking incoherent instructions to anyone within ear shot. It was quickly evident that Elizabeth’s job that day was to keep her mother as far away from Jane as possible, and ensure Jane was ready on time. Much to Elizabeth’s chagrin, it meant diverting her mother’s attention to herself and listening to complaints about how Elizabeth would ruin the Jane’s wedding pictures looking pregnant; how this should be Elizabeth’s wedding; how Elizabeth’s wedding would have to be grander than this; how much time she would need to plan the big wedding. When she could take no more, and it was close enough to the wedding, Elizabeth was able to finally escape into the room where Jane was getting dressed.

“Oh Jane, you are absolutely breath taking.” Elizabeth gasped, helping Jane straighten her veil.

“Lizzy. I’m so nervous and so happy, I can hardly contain myself!” Jane cried. “I cannot believe I am getting married!”

“I’m so happy for you Jane. Charles is perfect for you.” Elizabeth said seriously.

Elizabeth sat down in a chair rubbing her stomach watching Jane look over every last detail of her gown. “Jane, come here.” She said excitedly reaching for her hand. Jane gave her hand and Elizabeth placed it on her stomach. “Did you feel that?” Jane nodded wide-eyed. “It’s him kicking.” Jane placed her hand over her mouth in surprise. “Oh Lizzy! That’s incredible!”

Looking at her sister earnestly, she said, “Promise me you will not have that baby until we get back.”

“I promise. Unfortunately, I still have a few more months.” Laughingly she added, “But you have to promise not to answer a single call from Mamma the entire honeymoon.” Jane laughed. “That’s an easy promise.”

With a deep breath, Elizabeth noted the time. “Are you ready?” with Jane’s nod Elizabeth walked her out to the sanctuary of the church. She straightened her dress and then walked down the aisle.

Darcy caught his breath as he saw Elizabeth walking down the aisle. Her hair was done up with small white flowers through out it that contrasted beautifully with her dark hair. The periwinkle blue dress seemingly highlighted her delicate state. She positively glowed. Elizabeth looked up briefly and caught Darcy’s eye halfway down the aisle. She almost faltered. He was stunning in formal ware, standing tall and stately. There was a tender look on his face as he watched her moving towards the front.

As Jane and Charles exchanged their vows, Elizabeth and Darcy could not help staring at one another; as if they were silently reciting the vows to each other. They were so entranced with each other Darcy almost missed his cue to hand over the rings.

The ceremony went off beautifully and was punctuated with a rapturous shrill cry from Mrs. Bennet.

Jane and Charles had opted for a very traditional wedding, and so the wedding party milled around the church for a few hours taking photos after the ceremony. During the photos involving just Jane and Charles, Darcy pulled Elizabeth aside into an innocent embrace.

“Let’s get married tonight.” He said in a hushed tone.

Elizabeth pulled back and looked at him, certain he was joking. She was surprised to see he was completely serious. Even more surprising was she had no intention of objecting. “How?”

A huge grin cut across Darcy’s face when he didn’t receive the expected objection. Hearing the photographer calling for them, he whispered hurriedly, “Leave it to me, but it involves a plane and Vegas.”

The truth of the matter is, as soon as Jane and Charles had been pronounced man and wife, Darcy had begun mulling over whether or not it was even possible. When Elizabeth hadn’t objected, he was even more firm in making it happen. If Elizabeth would marry him tonight, then he would be married!

The reception was beautiful. The hall had been tastefully decorated with flowers everywhere. The four at the head table conversed amiable; Darcy and Charles on one side, Jane and Elizabeth on the other.

Near the conclusion of the dinner, Darcy rose from the table to give his toast. Placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder he said, “Charles. When you first told me about Jane, you called her an angel. And indeed my friend, I have never seen you happier. Wishing you joy would be redundant as you have clearly found your joy in Jane. May we all be so fortunate to find our piece of heaven here on earth. To you Charles, and your angel Jane.”

Darcy sat down and as Elizabeth stood, the two exchanged a brief knowing and loving looking. Looking briefly at Jane and then turning her attention to the room of guests she said, “Jane, my dearest sister. I shall miss you dearly. You have been my sister, my friend, and my confidante. But despite having to now share you with Charles, and yes Charles, I do expect you to share her, my heart is full of happiness. You have found your likeness in Charles, and I could not wish for anything greater for you. There is no one more deserving. Charles, I know you shall take good care of her, and so I ask our friends and families to raise their glasses to Mr. Charles and Mrs. Jane Bingley.”

Shortly after the conclusion of dinner, came the traditional dances. It was here that Darcy and Elizabeth finally found a few moments alone to talk during the dance of the best man and maid of honor. Gallantly, Darcy led Elizabeth to the dance floor. They began dancing facing each other, but her stomach prohibited the closeness they both wanted at the moment. Deftly, Darcy made his way behind Elizabeth, clasping his hands across her stomach. He leaned over so he could whisper in her ear.

“One of my planes will meet us at the airport and fly us to Vegas.”

Elizabeth smiled. “What about the brunch tomorrow?”

“We’ll be back in time. We’ll fly in, get married and then leave again.”

“We can’t leave in the middle of the Jane and Charles’ wedding.”

Darcy smirked. “We’ll leave later. I’ll tell them you’re feeling tired.”

Elizabeth’s eye’s twinkled. He had thought of everything. It was incredibly spontaneous of both of them, but they were both relishing in the idea. She felt a little sad getting married without anyone in the family knowing though. After a little bit of thought she said, “Are you certain we’ll be back in time?”

Darcy nodded. “My pilot checked the weather, all clear for the next 24 hours.”

“Then I want to bring Mary with as a witness.”

Darcy smiled. “Good. I want Gina and Richard there too.”

Elizabeth turned to look at him. There was nothing but a glowing smile. Still not believing they were actually going to do this she looked back at her lover. “We’re really going to do this?”

Darcy couldn’t help nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck. “I’ve been waiting to make you my wife for months, I’m not about to back down now.”

The dancing continued and soon all of the guest were on the floor. Elizabeth smiled seeing Darcy dance with each of his soon to be sister-in-laws, and even her mother, and of course Georgiana.

Elizabeth danced with Charles, her father, and of course Richard.

“Liz, you’re a bad influence on my cousin.” Richard said softly as the two danced.

Elizabeth laughed. “I’m so glad you’ll be there. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Richard shook his head. “My father is going to have my hide if he finds out I was akin to this.”

Elizabeth laughed. “Tough army guy scared of his daddy?”

Richard shook his head chuckling. “You’re really going to do this?”

Elizabeth nodded. “We were going to marry secretly in October anyway.”

Richard pulled back with a surprised expression. “William wanted to be married before the baby arrived and I agreed. But his wedding is the event of the year. So we were going to marry in secret and then remarry after the baby is born.”

Richard shook his head. “I blame you for corrupting my cousin. He would have never done any of this before you.”

Elizabeth threw her head back in laughter. “You’re the one who tried to set us up. So it is really your fault.”

After several dances, Elizabeth sank into a chair gratefully. If only she could reach her feet now. Caroline, seeing Darcy without a partner, and Elizabeth just situated in a char, took the opportunity to insist on dancing with Darcy. She was not going to waste anytime in putting her plan into action.

Reluctantly Darcy agreed and as the two started dancing, he became agitated as Caroline drew closer and closer to his person, despite his attempts to maintain a distance. He couldn’t believe Caroline would so blatantly throw herself at him, especially now that he was engaged! Little did he know that was only half her plan.

Caroline looked around at the audience, making sure Elizabeth was watching the two of them. In addition to making her intentions known to Darcy, she wanted Elizabeth to realize she didn’t have a chance in holding him with someone as sophisticate as herself so readily available. “Will. I must offer you my congratulations. Georgiana says you’re to have a boy.” She said seemingly sincere.

Darcy smiled broadly, turning his head briefly to find Elizabeth. “Thank you Caroline.”

Calling his attention back to her, “Will. I hope you will not hold it against me my reaction to the news. I was quite shocked to see Eliza would stoop to such levels just to trap you.” Darcy would not dignify such a comment by responding. Such levels? You only wish you had that chance. He thought to himself.

Changing the subject, Caroline stepped closer to him, almost closing the gap between the two of them. She moved her hand closer to his neck. “It’s too late you for Charles, but not for you William.”

Darcy looked at her indignantly and stepped back. He thought to smirk. If only you knew what was our plans were Caroline. “Elizabeth is carrying my son.”

Caroline seemingly shrugged and stepped closer to him. “It doesn’t mean you have to be shackled to her. We could make arrangements. I’d never ask you do anything dishonorable like abandon your son!” She slid her hand around the back of Darcy’s neck.

“Miss Bingley, you seem to be of a misunderstanding. I would find myself very fortunate to be ‘shackled’ to Elizabeth Bennet.” Adding with force. “She is the mother of my child and will be my wife. You would be good to remember that in future dealings with myself and Elizabeth and our respective families.” He pulled away from her. “And you Caroline,” he said rather loudly, “are the last woman in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.”

With that, he left her standing on the dance floor alone in the middle of the song and returned to Elizabeth’s side.

Caroline’s eyes widened in mortification. Surely a number of people had heard that! She turned scarlet and ran off the dance floor. She was incensed that he would say such a thing to her, but no matter. That little interlude was not for his benefit. He would learn soon enough to regret his decision.

After a dance with Georgiana, Darcy and Elizabeth bid farewell to the Bingleys and the Bennets. There were protests from Mrs. Bennet, as they would miss sending Jane and Charles off, and a few other things, but Darcy claimed he was growing concerned for Elizabeth and would not be deterred. Mr. Bennet looked on and smiled slightly at Darcy’s determination. The man would be good for his Lizzy.

Just after ten that night, Georgiana, Richard, Mary, William, and Elizabeth all made their way to a car in front of the hotel and sped away to the airport. With the change in time-zones, they would arrive in Vegas around midnight local time.

Darcy had arranged a limousine to pick them up at the airport and bring them to one of the more remote wedding chapels.

It was a small white chapel off the main drag, but it was tastefully decorated. The front had a white arch decorated in flowers of pink, red, and white. There were a few small white pews on each side of the central aisle. Everyone was still in their wedding attire, so there was little preparation was required. After Elizabeth and Darcy filled out the necessary paperwork, the ceremony was held.

It wasn’t until the chaplain asked for the wedding rings, did they realize they didn’t have them. With impish grins, Elizabeth and Darcy looked at each other and shrugged.

It all happened amazingly quickly. Within an hour of arriving, Elizabeth and Darcy were married. The small party returned to the waiting limousine and by three in the morning, Elizabeth and Darcy were tucked safely in bed as husband and wife. Only three other people the wiser.

The following morning Darcy woke much earlier than Elizabeth. Quietly he made his way around the hotel room, getting some work completed before they would be required to appear at the wedding brunch.

Finally Elizabeth stirred and Darcy made his way back to the bed, laying beside his new wife. He placed delicate kisses along her hair and down her cheek. “Good morning Mrs. Darcy.” He murmured into her hair.

Elizabeth groaned tiredly as his breath tickled her. “What time is it?”

Darcy smiled. “We have just under an hour before the brunch, Mrs. Darcy.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and made her way to the edge of the bed so she could get up. She would have to hurry to get there on time. “It’s still Bennet, sir,” she said saucily.

Darcy sighed. He had hoped she would take his name, but wasn’t surprised when she didn’t. He wasn’t about to start an argument at the wedding chapel though. She could always change it later he reasoned. Petulantly he said, “Can I call you Mrs. Darcy when we’re alone or will I have to resort to just ‘my wife’?”

Elizabeth chuckled. Archly she said, “Is it that emasculating that I kept my name?”

Darcy stuck out his bottom lip pouting. “No.” he said demurely.

Elizabeth gently tugged at his lip with her own lips. “Very well, when we’re alone, you may call me Mrs. Darcy.”

Darcy grinned. “Alright Mrs. Darcy, you shower, I’ll get your clothes.”

With a kiss, Elizabeth made her way to bathroom singing, “I love you, my husband.” Darcy sighed happily at the new appellation. Her husband! At last! A safe delivery of his son and all his dreams would be fulfilled!

The departure of Charles and Jane on their honeymoon signified the return of normalcy yet again. It would be another twelve weeks or so before the baby was born and both Elizabeth and Darcy knew that time would fly by. They were in the homestretch, but that also meant there was a lot to do. Construction on the nursery was almost complete, but their stock of supplies was small. Darcy had seen to a number of toys, but practical items like diapers, bottles, clothes, blankets, and sheets were almost non-existent. In addition to that, there were child birth classes to attend, baby rearing classes to attend, and a nanny search to begin.

But in business like fashion, Elizabeth and Darcy set out a plan complete with due dates. Everything would be finished by Thanksgiving weekend, leaving them a good couple weeks of slack.

Darcy was never so happy. He was a married man with a son on the way. The company stock was going up and expansion was proceeding as well as it could. What more could a man want? There was a definite change his overall demeanor, not that anyone except Monica had the courage to say such. But the signs were all there. Occasional laughter could be heard coming from his office, his brow had lost it’s once trademark knitting and he was even reluctant to put in hours he didn’t find absolutely necessary. His mirth was somewhat infectious; it seemed most of the upper management was in better moods these days.

Elizabeth too found herself happy and content, despite the discomfort and seemingly never ending pregnancy and changes with her job. She had taken the final step with Darcy and there were no regrets. His attentiveness to her didn’t change, and in anything his endearment towards her increased. All her fears seemed to be for naught.

The two spent time together in the evenings and weekends. At present, most of it revolved around preparing for the baby, but they spent time for just the two of them as well. Currently, they were working through pictures Darcy had sent from Pemberley of him and Georgiana.

As for her job, she grudgingly she began turning things over to Mr. Nelson. She still had a few months at the helm, but as both Darcy and Mr. Forester had stated, they needed to be prepared in case she needed to leave early. Unfortunately, she could only agree with them, though she took every opportunity to remind everyone that she would be back.

Within the first couple days of working with Mr. Nelson she found him to be an amiable, rather cheerful sort of fellow. He was very detailed in his work and after the first couple days, Elizabeth became more comfortable with him as a substitute. It was hard at first to consider someone else in charge of her division, but as time progressed she became more comfortable with it; though in her mind, it was still hers and would be hers when she returned.

Elizabeth sat at her desk going through her mail as she did every morning. She was surprised to see a small white envelope with her name written across it in handwriting she didn’t recognize. With a flutter of her heart, she thought perhaps it was Monica’s with a note from Darcy. He had left two days ago on a business trip to New York, but was expected home tomorrow. It wouldn’t be the first time he had sent her a message via Monica, though she usually emailed them. Even so, she tore the envelope open in anticipation.

Elizabeth –

You poor country girl. Enjoy your time as Mrs. Darcy because it won’t last. Good breeding always wins in the end, and you’re nothing but a farmer’s daughter.

You needn’t worry about the baby. William and I will take good care of his son. I hear New York, or perhaps Europe has excellent boarding schools.

Sylvia

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