Beginning, Previous Section, Section IX
Posted on Tuesday, 24 July 2007
Elizabeth stared at the note and read it once, then twice. She tried to read it a third time, but found her hand shaking too badly to see the words clearly again.
She realized that wasn’t the only item in the envelope and looked at the remainder of the contents. In her hand was a picture of William and Sylvia, smiles on both their faces. There was no date on the picture, but it looked fairly recent.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s not true. It’s not true.” She repeated aloud to herself again and again. When that didn’t stop her hands from trembling, she whispered, “He loves me… He married me… He loves me… he told me so…” She felt tears stinging her eyes. She dropped the note and the picture and attempted to stand, but found her legs couldn’t support her and she fell to the floor, sending her chair crashing into the credenza across the office.
The commotion brought Anne into her office. “Miss Bennet!” she exclaimed, seeing a pale faced Elizabeth struggling to get up. Forgetting all proprieties, Anne dropped to Elizabeth’s side, “Miss Bennet! Are you alright?” She asked, trying not to sound frantic. She helped Elizabeth to her feet and carefully guided her to the chair.
Just as Elizabeth was lowering herself into the chair she felt a sharp pain rip through her abdomen and doubled over with an audible groan.
“Miss Bennet, let me call for help.” Anne said, her voice rising.
Elizabeth arrested her movement by grabbing her arm. In a whisper, she said, “It’s alright Anne. Just give me a few minutes.” She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, her hands gently pressing on her abdomen where the pain started. She took several deep breaths trying to calm herself. After a few minutes, Elizabeth was feeling more like herself. Her hands stopped shaking and her breathing was returning to normal. She was about to dismiss Anne, when she felt another sharp pain coursed through her. In a shaky voice she pleaded, “Get me to a doctor.”
Elizabeth awoke, her eyelids feeling laden with lead. She managed to crack them open and saw the sterile white walls of her hospital room. In the background, she could hear the steady beeps of monitors. She turned her head and cracked her eyes open again.
“Liz?” Said a familiar voice.
Elizabeth forced her lids open a little farther and saw the fuzzy outline of a person. She blinked a few times until the image came into focus. “Cas?”
“How are you feeling Liz?”
Elizabeth blinked a few more times, trying to recall what brought her here. Her lids flew open and remained wide as she remembered the note and picture. Tears instantly filled her throat. “William. Where’s William?” She choked out in a hoarse voice.
Richard squeezed her hand reassuringly. “He’s on his way.” Silently he prayed it was the truth. Elizabeth relaxed a little, her eyes slowly shutting again. “You need to just relax and take care of the baby.”
Elizabeth’s eyes opened wide again. “The baby.” She asked frantically. “Is it alright?”
Richard gently stroked her hand. “It’s fine Liz. But you need to stay calm.”
Elizabeth placed her free hand on her stomach, assuring herself the baby was there. She took a couple deep breaths trying to calm herself. A few tears fell to her cheeks and she brushed them away. When she was once again in control of emotions and voice again, she said. “The note. The picture.”
“Relax Liz.” Richard said, trying to keep her calm. “We’ll talk about it later. Get some rest.”
Elizabeth shook her head. “He loves me right?” She pleaded. “Tell me the truth Richard.”
Richard cupped her face in his hands and looked her directly in the eye. “He loves you Liz. More than anything, he loves you.”
Elizabeth nodded tiredly but reassured. Feeling more content, she started feeling drowsy again. “Wake me when William gets here?”
“Promise.”
Darcy arrived at the hospital, frantic. Monica didn’t have any details, other than Elizabeth had been taken to the hospital and was experiencing sharp pains in her abdomen. He spent the entire flight home praying the baby and Elizabeth was alright. He knew sharp pains meant contractions and it was far too dangerous for the baby to be delivered this early.
It didn’t help Jane and Charles weren’t around; he would have felt much better knowing Jane was at her side. But at least she wouldn’t be alone; he knew Richard would stay with her.
By the time he arrived at the hospital, he was practically sprinting to her room.
“How is she?” He asked, before fully entering the room.
Richard stood, and walked Darcy back out the room. “She’s sleeping.” Richard said. “She experienced some strong contractions, but they stopped them. They won’t tell me any other details; you’ll have to wait for the doctor.”
Darcy nodded and moved passed Richard to be with Elizabeth, but Richard stopped him. “Darcy, she mentioned a note and a picture.” With a knitted brow he asked. “Do you know anything about it?”
Darcy shook his head. “A note? From who? What’d it say?”
Richard shrugged. “She didn’t say. But she was worried you didn’t love her anymore.”
Darcy shook his head in disbelief. “What?” He asked, leaning in towards Richard. “Why on earth?”
Richard shook his head again. “I don’t know. But Darcy, right now she just needs to know you love her, and she needs to stay calm or she could lose the baby.”
Darcy took a deep calming breath and nodded. Inside he was seething. Whoever wrote the note would pay; he would make certain they did. Worse, he had an idea who it was. He was also concerned Elizabeth could so easily be swayed still, but that they would have to discuss that later. Right now he had to take care of her and the baby.
Darcy stepped quietly into Elizabeth’s hospital room. She was still sleeping. He looked around and could see two sets of monitors. One hooked up to her stomach, monitoring the baby, the other monitoring Elizabeth.
He made his way to her side and settled into the chair Richard was occupying. He took her hand and pressed it against his lips, holding it there. “I love you Elizabeth.” He whispered. “I love you so much.”
Elizabeth stirred. Darcy leaned over and placed a feathery kiss on her forehead.
Elizabeth’s eyelids fluttered open and even her hazy vision she recognized Darcy. “You’re here.” She whispered hoarsely.
Darcy smiled tearfully. “Of course I am sweetheart. I came as soon as I heard.”
Elizabeth swallowed forcefully. “I knew you would come. I knew the note was wrong… but then there was the picture...”
Darcy brushed a non-existent stray lock of hair from her forehead. “Shhh…” he soothed. “I’m here and I’m not leaving.”
Elizabeth smiled contently and nodded, and squeezed his hand. “I love you William.”
A short while later the doctor arrived. The doctor took a moment to examine the monitor journals. “You’re doing much better,” the doctor said to Elizabeth, as Darcy stood by listening. “You’re most likely out of danger, but we’d like to keep you here another day or two just to make sure.”
Darcy and Elizabeth smiled at each and expelled simultaneous breaths of relief.
The doctor continued. “You experienced some strong contractions, but didn’t actually go into labor, which is a good thing.” Elizabeth nodded. “Your blood pressure is above normal though, so even after we let you go, you’ll need to be on bed rest for a while.”
Elizabeth nodded dejectedly. “For how long?”
The doctor chuckled a little. “At least two weeks, possibly for the rest of the gestation.”
Elizabeth couldn’t believe her ears. Surely she wouldn’t have to stay in bed for the next three months! Cautiously she asked, “What do you mean by bed rest?”
The doctor smirked. “That’s right. You’re the active type.” With a forced breath the doctor explained the extent of the bed rest would depend on how she was doing, but at minimum Elizabeth shouldn’t count on returning to work more than part time, and that would be under extremely good conditions. Most likely, after the first two weeks, she would be allowed to wander around the house but little else.
Elizabeth sighed, perturbed by the news. Twelve weeks of nothing but the house. It was a prison sentence!
After the doctor had left, Darcy placed a kiss on Elizabeth’s forehead. “It’ll be alright sweetheart. You’ll have a computer and you can watch cartoons, and read books, and eat bon bons, and I’ll hire a nurse to wait on you hand and foot.”
Elizabeth laughed. “I do believe you’re mocking me Mr. Darcy.”
Darcy placed a fervent kiss on her hand. “I’m just relieved you and the baby are alright.” Cautiously he said, “Now tell me about the note.”
Elizabeth played with her lip. She didn’t want to think about that, but knew she needed to. They needed to know who wrote it. “I received it at my office. It was a small handwritten note, saying something to the effect that you would tire of me because I’m nothing but a farmer’s daughter.” Defensively she added, “I knew it wasn’t true…”
Darcy’s visage darkened. “Who wrote it?”
Elizabeth was pensive for a moment. Quietly she said, “It was signed by Sylvia, and there was a picture of you and her with the note.”
Darcy stood abruptly and paced angrily. “I should have never trusted her!” He bit out. Turning to face Elizabeth again he asked harshly, “Where are the note and the picture now?”
“My office.” Elizabeth said demurely. “I left it at my office.” She hated seeing Darcy so angry, but in truth, she was just as angry as him.
Thoughtlessly, Darcy headed towards the door. Just before leaving he turned. “Will you be alright for a little bit? Do you want me to call Richard to stay with you?”
Elizabeth shook her head. “I’ll be alright. But will call Mary and tell her?” After a moment she added, “And William, don’t do anything rash.”
Darcy smiled tenderly and returned to give her a kiss on the forehead. “I won’t do anything rash, but she is not getting away with this.”
Elizabeth called after him. “I love you.”
Darcy turned and gave her a brief grin before leaving. Marriage had all sorts of benefits. Since their marriage, Elizabeth had become more open with her affection and terms of endearment and he thoroughly enjoyed it.
Elizabeth nestled her head back in her pillows with a soft sigh as she watched Darcy leave. What an odd twist of fate; she, who had always prided herself on her independence now found herself completely dependent on a man. He had the power to completely destroy her. He could take everything she valued away from her if he wanted to – her job, her division, her child, and her heart; and there was nothing she could do to stop him. The thought was rather chilling, but for the first time in a long time she didn’t feel the fear she thought she would in such a circumstance. No. She trusted her husband; he would not betray her. She knew that he had left New York a day earlier than planned to be with her. He loved her. Mary was right; a blind man could see he loved her.
Darcy made his way to the office quietly seething. The woman had endangered the life of his son and his wife. She would not get away with it! He knew it would hurt Georgiana, but there was no way he was letting the woman near anyone close to him again.
He shook his head at his own gullibility. He had thought he knew her; he had believed she was the still the good person she was when they were dating. But recent actions said otherwise. He should have known better than to trust a former jilted lover, especially one that had so brazenly declared her intentions not long ago, only to have them disappointed. How dare she use Georgiana in that manner! How dare she harm those he loved!
Before he knew it, the cab was pulling up to the office. He leapt out and swiftly made his way to Elizabeth’s office. He was grateful it was late in the evening already and no one was around. The last thing he wanted to do was start answering questions.
It didn’t take him long to find the note or the picture; they were lying on top of her desk, most likely where she had dropped them. He read the note and his boiling blood turned white hot. It didn’t imply they were having an affair presently; it implied one was more in the works. He looked at the note again and found a few things peculiar. First, how did Sylvia know they were married? And second, the handwriting didn’t look like Sylvia’s. If he remembered correctly, Sylvia’s writing was round, curvy, and elegant. The writing on this note had a sharpness to it. He looked at the picture and was surprised. The picture was an old one of the two of them, from when they were dating. Of course Elizabeth couldn’t know that... He studied the note and the picture again; there was just something not right.
He sat pondering the evidence. When Richard had first mentioned a note, he immediately thought of Caroline. But what would Caroline be doing with this picture? Is it possible the two were working together?
“Gina.” Darcy said into the phone with a casualness that belied his true feelings.
“William!” Georgiana greeting back in surprise. “How are you?”
Darcy clenched his jaw for a moment further suppressing his anger. “As well as can be expected.” Moving on to the information he needed he asked, “I uh… seem to have misplaced Sylvia’s cell phone number. Can you give it me?”
Georgiana shrugged and rattled off the number, feeling nothing was amiss. “How’s your wife.” She asked with a giggle.
Darcy smiled. His sister was truly warming up to Elizabeth. He remembered how her eyes lit up when he had told her they were going to elope and she had been invited to participate. It was a good decision on their part. “She’s doing alright.” He managed. He swallowed hard. “The doctor is putting her on bed rest for a while though. Her blood pressure is too high.”
Georgiana gasped. “Her and the baby are going to be alright won’t they?”
Darcy closed his eyes for a moment knowing how close they had come to losing the baby. “Yes.” He said through a strained voice. After a silent deep breath he added. “So long as Elizabeth rests, they’ll be fine.”
Changing the subject again Darcy asked, “Is Sylvia in town these days?” He asked trying to sound casual. “She mentioned possibly flying out there for something or other.”
Georgiana thought it was strange for her brother to be so curious suddenly about Sylvia. “She’s on a cruise with a friend of hers right now. She said she’ll call me when she gets back in like ten days or so. Why do you ask?”
Darcy’s mind scrambled for a credible excuse. “I’m just curious what you’re up to…” He said playfully, hoping he sounded credible.
Whether Georgiana believed him or not, he would never know. “I gotta go William. I have a practice studio in a half hour. Say hi to Elizabeth for me, and I hope she’s doing better.”
Darcy hung up the phone and pondered the new information. All signs pointed to Caroline, but he needed more proof before confronting her. Was she working alone? And if so how did she get a hold of the picture? If not… talk about an unholy alliance!
He glanced at the time and realized he should get back to the hospital. He picked up the note and picture and stuffed them in his jacket pocket. On the way to the hospital he determined it would be best to wait until Charles and Jane returned before confronting Caroline. Charles may be able to give some insight and at minimum, he would need Charles’ help in determining if it was indeed Caroline’s handwriting. In the meantime, he needed a way to ascertain if Caroline knew they were married. It wasn’t so much that he thought it would be scandalous, but he didn’t want to deny Elizabeth her due.
A few days later, Elizabeth was brought home from the hospital and a few days after that the Bingley’s returned from their honeymoon and found themselves dining at Darcy’s place. The original plan was to dine at Charles’, but due to Elizabeth’s condition the setting was changed.
Darcy and Elizabeth couldn’t have been more pleased. Darcy had apprised Elizabeth of what he knew and they both shared the belief the note had originated from Caroline.
Dinner was spent with the Bingley’s talking of their excursions. Towards the end of dinner, Elizabeth and Darcy informed the Bingley’s of their escapade to Vegas.
“Darcy you dog! I can’t believe you skipped out on my wedding reception to get married!” Charles said mirthfully. “Congratulations!”
Jane laughed and hugged her sister. “I’m so very happy for you Lizzy! Mamma is going to be quite vexed.” In her best imitation of her mother’s voice she said, “You have denied her the privilege of planning a proper wedding for you!” The two girls let out a peel of laughter.
“Oh Jane!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “I have missed you dearly.”
The two newly married husbands looked at each and shook their heads. Needing some time alone with Charles, Darcy said with mock officiousness, though with some seriousness, “Time for you to go back to bed, you’ve been up long enough.”
Elizabeth protested, feigning indignation. “You see Jane? You see what I have had to put up with for the last four days?” She exclaimed, as she rose from the table. “Will you at least keep me company Jane?” Jane patted her sister’s hand comfortingly and followed her.
Once alone Jane asked, “Lizzy, will you tell me what happened now?”
Elizabeth made herself comfortable in the bed. Jane took a seat on the bed next to her. Elizabeth told her everything that had happened, with work and the note, and the hospital, and her doctor’s concerns. “I confess Jane, my insecurities got the better of me. I tried to believe the note was fake, but then I saw the picture…” Her voice trailed off. Her eyes were pleading. “I know he loves me. I do.”
Jane patted her sister’s hand, comforting her. “I’m so glad to see you finally realize this Lizzy. I know it’s never been easy for you trust people.”
Elizabeth smiled grateful for her sister’s understanding spirit. She looked down and brushed a piece of lint from the bed spread in front of her. “Jane, William and I both believe Caroline wrote the note.” She looked up at her sister to gauge her reaction.
Jane’s eye’s widened in shock. “But why would she do that? She knows you and Darcy are engaged!”
Elizabeth shrugged and smirked. “If my fault is not being trusting enough Jane, yours is being too trusting. You don’t know half the things Caroline has said to William.” In a quieter tone she said, “I shouldn’t say such things. You’re her sister and you have to live with her.” Looking up at Jane she said seriously, “Jane, please keep any news about William and I between you and Charles. Caroline can’t know about our marriage or about my confinement.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “I think she believes William only married me cause of the baby. I think she means to harm the baby.” She brushed a tear away.
Jane hugged her sister. “Of course.” She whispered soothingly. She lay down on the bed, their heads close together as they used to do when they were kids. “When will you know if it was Caroline?”
“William is going to talk to Charles about it. They are probably discussing it right now.”
Jane sighed. “It’s going to be bad if they find out Caroline did write that note.”
Thoughtfully she added. “I guess Charles and I will have to decide what to do as well. I can’t very well have someone like that living with us.”
Elizabeth reached out and squeezed her sister’s arm. “You are so good to me.”
Changing the subject Jane brought up the subject of Mary. Elizabeth told Jane she had seen Mary nearly every day. Mary was enjoying being on her own and from everything that Elizabeth could see, was blossoming now she was no longer under the influence of their mother. She told Jane that Mary had been with her when she and Darcy were married, much to Jane’s surprise. “Mary is growing into such a wonderful person.” Elizabeth said with admiration. “Without mamma constantly around, she realized there is more to life than finding a husband and is discovering what she wants and who she is.” With a chuckle she added, “Now if we can only convince Lydia of the same.” To this Jane rolled her eyes and then giggled.
In Darcy’s study, Darcy was indeed discussing the note with Charles. After examining the note, Charles shook his head slowly. “That’s Caroline’s handwriting.” He said sadly. “I’m so sorry Darcy my sister caused so much trouble.” With a knitted brow he added in dismay, “I don’t understand what she was trying to accomplish with this.”
Darcy blood was running hot. In a cold tone he replied, “I believe Elizabeth is correct in her assessment.” At his friend’s curious look he said, “Caroline believes I’m marrying, well married, Elizabeth because of the baby. If Elizabeth were to… lose the baby… I could be persuaded elsewhere.” He swallowed. “Alternatively, the note was meant to entice Elizabeth to leave me.”
Charles shook his head in disgust. Much to his chagrin the logic did sound very much like Caroline’s. Looking up at Darcy he asked, “How do you want to handle this?”
In a flat tone, intended to suppress to his rage, Darcy replied, “I intend to confront her on the matter, though I cannot allow Elizabeth to be present. It would be far too risky.” At Charles’ nod, he continued. “If she confesses, I intend to inform Sylvia how Caroline has abused her name. While in many cases I would perhaps let this go and let the two of them work it out, I cannot let it slide due to Sylvia’s acquaintance with my family.” Darcy saved the hardest part for last. After a deep breath he said, “I’m sorry Charles, but while your sister lives with you, I will not have anyone in my family visit your house. I can no longer tolerate her presence, and she is no longer welcome in my any of my homes.”
Charles nodded. “It is understandable. I am not sure what I shall do if Caroline confesses. I’ll have to talk about it with Jane.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I never thought she would go so far.”
The two discussed a plan for confronting Caroline, and when they were satisfied they made their way to Elizabeth’s room to check on their wives.
After Charles and Jane left, Darcy entered Elizabeth’s room. He grabbed a bottle of lotion and began to massage it into her skin, starting with her feet.
“William?” Elizabeth said softly.
“What my love?” Darcy said tenderly.
“I’m sorry.” Came the sullen reply. At Darcy’s curious look Elizabeth said. “I know you love me, and I know you will always be good to me and take care of me, and love me.” She felt tears welling up and blinked them back. “But I can’t help feel jealous and insecure when it comes to Sylvia.”
“So your reaction had nothing to do with the note, except that it supposedly came from Sylvia.” Darcy deadpanned.
Elizabeth nodded contritely. Defensively she said, “William, I know you do not give your affections freely, and the fact that she captured your affections at one time…” Her voice trailed off. After a moment she continued. “She’s something I can never be, and with me looking the way I do, it wouldn’t be a surprise if…” She choked on some tears.
Darcy rolled neck, releasing the tension. Part of him understood her jealousy; he felt jealous of any man that even looked at her a little too attentively. At the same time, they needed to be able to move past this. Stopping his ministrations for a moment, he laid next to her. He placed his hand on her distended stomach and said, looking intently into her eyes, “Elizabeth. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. And there is nothing more beautiful than the sight of you carrying and nurturing my son. I do not know how to make you believe this, but there can never be anyone else for me. What I shared and what I felt for Sylvia is nothing compared to what I have with you. Sylvia is nothing but a society girl, and I learned long ago I didn’t one. I want you Elizabeth. I need you. You make me happy and make me a better person.”
Elizabeth let a tear drop from her eye as she cupped Darcy’s cheek with her hand. The earnestness in her voice touched her deeply and she knew he meant every word. “Thank you my love… my William. I will endeavor to remember that. Will you please be patient with me?”
With a tender kiss, Darcy gave his promise.
The following week Darcy made his way to Charles’. Under the pretense of a homecoming dinner, Charles invited Mary, Darcy, and Elizabeth over for dinner; at least that is what he told Caroline. In truth, the only person invited was Darcy and that was for a singular purpose.
When Caroline realized Darcy arrived alone, she gave a small jump for joy. With a Cheshire Cat like grin, Caroline greeted Darcy. She had decided to forgive for his harsh words at the wedding reception, especially now that Elizabeth seemed to once again be out of the picture. “William!” she greeted, snaking her arm around his. Darcy stiffened in anger for a moment but then forced himself to relax. It would not due to bring everything out in the open now.
Caroline continued cautiously, though sounding as innocently as possible. “Did Eliza not come with you? Charles told me you were both invited.”
Darcy didn’t miss her veil of innocence and clenched his jaw momentarily. “No. I don’t believe Elizabeth will come tonight.” His voice was tight, betraying an undefined emotion.
Caroline inwardly patted herself on the back and was determined to show Darcy everything he would have with a real woman of society. She sauntered over to the wet bar. “Brandy?” She offered politely.
Darcy nodded and sipped the drink, despite the urge to take it all in one swallow.
Dinner was a relatively pleasant affair. Caroline was careful to seat herself next to Darcy, and throughout dinner found ways to innocently brush her arm or hand against him. As a result, Darcy didn’t eat much; his appetite was gone. All he could think of was Elizabeth.
Near the end of dessert, Darcy decided it was time to get the unpleasantness out in the open. “Caroline, Gina mentioned she left a shirt at Sylvia’s. I know Sylvia is out of town right now, but do you know when she’ll be back? Gina really would like that shirt back, its one of her favorites.” He clenched his jaw. He hated deception but couldn’t see any other way to get the information he needed.
Caroline, at first was put out that Darcy would be inquiring about Sylvia but then realized the delightful opportunity that had presented itself. “Syl is gone until Wednesday, but I’ve been looking after her place. If you want, I could take you there, tonight even.” Caroline smiled sweetly and batted her lashes. It was a perfect opportunity to be alone with Darcy, especially now that Elizabeth was out of the way.
Darcy shrugged feigning indifference, though his blood began to run white hot. It was indeed Caroline who wrote the note. With access to Sylvia’s apartment, he now knew how she had gotten she picture. Sylvia hadn’t been involved at all. “No. Gina can wait until she gets back.” He managed in a calmer voice than he expected.
Caroline’s mind raced. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up! She poured Darcy some more wine. “How is dear Georgiana?”
Darcy bit his tongue for a moment. “She’s doing well.”
“Caroline, since you are over at Sylvia’s so often, perhaps you can return something to her for me.” Darcy said with a wry grin. He pulled out the picture of him and Sylvia and the note from his jacket pocket. He laid the picture on the table, keeping the note hidden.
Caroline paled instantly. “Certainly.” She squeaked, as she looked at the picture. She didn’t dare pick it up.
Realizing she wasn’t going to say anything more, Darcy continued in a harsher tone. “Perhaps you can tell me how that picture came into Elizabeth’s possession when Sylvia and she don’t talk.”
Caroline’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth for a moment and then closed it again. She knew she was found out, but wasn’t quite ready to concede. Grasping at straws she managed, “Perhaps Georgiana had it and accidentally left it at your place?”
Darcy shook his head. “No.” Darcy opened the note. He stared at Caroline, his eyes breathing fire. “It seems it arrived at her office with this note.” He threw the note down next to the picture.
Caroline let out a small squeak. She knew she had been found out. She searched for a reasonable explanation. “I… I…” She stuttered. “It was a joke…” She finally managed. “I… I… was just testing Eliza. I didn’t want to see you trapped by a fortune hunter.”
Darcy stood outraged, his chair falling over as he did. Barely keeping his temper under wraps he hollered, “The only fortune hunter here is you!” Caroline quailed. With a tight jaw he seethed. In a lower, but dangerous voice he said “You endangered the life of my son, and my w… fiancé!”
“I’m sorry!” Caroline exclaimed pleadingly. “I never meant to hurt anyone!” She lied.
“Enough!” Darcy bellowed. Hovering over Caroline in a manner that made her back up in her seat, he said through clenched teeth, “You have been throwing yourself at me since I met you, hoping to get your hands on my money. You’ve ignored every attempt I’ve made to make you see reason. You’ve abused my… fiancé to her face and in front of me. And now you endangered her life and the life of my son!” After a deep hot breath he continued. “You’ve gone too far this time Miss Bingley, intentional or not.” He spat out her name. “You are no longer welcome in any of my homes or my presence.” In a slightly threatening tone he said, “And I strongly suggest you keep a very wide berth between yourself and Elizabeth, our son, Gina, and anyone else in my family.”
Caroline’s eyes widened more with Darcy’s every sentence, until it looked as though her eyes would pop out of her head. It was her worst nightmare. She could have tolerated him marrying that chit so long as she retained rights to his homes and company. After all, he would eventually realize his mistake. Furthermore, how was she to flaunt her familiarity with him now to her friends, or use his name to get special treatment? It was all over. Caroline’s mouth opened and closed several times like a fish, but she could think of nothing to say. He was banishing her from his life!
At that moment, Charles stood and took a position next to Darcy. He placed a supportive hand on Darcy’s shoulder. In a sad voice he said, “Caroline. I’m sorry it has come to this. I should have checked your behavior a long time ago. You never heeded my warnings, subtle and not so subtle.” With a brief glance at Jane he added. “I have to ask you to move out. I can not abide by having someone who so callously mistreats my friends and sister-in-law living under my roof. Elizabeth has done nothing to deserve your censure. And as long as you are under my roof, Darcy has made it clear no one in his family will ever visit. You have a month to find a new place.”
Caroline stared at her brother in disbelief. This night couldn’t get any worse! “Charles!” She admonished. “You’re kicking your own sister to the curb? You’re choosing some…” She stopped realizing she shouldn’t say what she was thinking. “Your friends over your own blood?”
Charles shook his head. “Elizabeth is the dearest sister of my wife, and that makes her family. And Darcy is my best friend. Neither of them have done anything to deserve what you’ve put them through.” He added, “You have your trust fund to live off, it should be plenty if you economize a little.”
Caroline stood. She had to find a way to leave the table with a little dignity, despite her world collapsing around her. She would go live with Sylvia, until she found some nice rich man to marry her. And then Darcy would see the error of his ways. She reached for the note and picture. There was no reason to leave evidence of her little indiscretion lying around. She was startled when Darcy snatched them up first.
Explaining his actions, Darcy said calmly. “I intend to show this to Sylvia. I can not allow her to associate with my family so intimately if she maintains a friendship with you.”
Caroline felt her knees go weak and she placed a hand on the table for support. She swallowed hard. Everything was crumbling around her. Certainly no one would be stupid enough to give up a connection with the Darcy family. It was all that Eliza’s fault! Everything was perfect until she came along! Caroline lifted her chin and turned on her heel. With a curt goodnight, she left the room.
Charles and Darcy fell back into their seats and expelled a deep sigh. No one said a word. After a few moments Darcy turned to Charles and to Jane. “I’m sorry it had to come to that, but I thank you for your support.”
Jane turned a small smile to Darcy. Softly she said, “Thank you for taking good care of my sister. She’s not always as strong as she likes to appear.”
Darcy nodded in acknowledgement and then stood. “I think I should be leaving. Thank you.”
Elizabeth was passing her time in confinement in relatively good spirits, though she was grateful when after two weeks of fairly strict bed rest, she was allowed to move about the house more freely. She was warned about spending too much time on her feet, but sitting on the couch or dinner table was no permitted without constraints.
Jane, Mary, Richard, and Charlotte all visited with some regularity, helping the time pass more quickly. As it became winter and the farm required less attention, Mr. Bennet even took the opportunity to once again experience Darcy’s hospitality, staying with Elizabeth and Darcy for five days.
In addition, Darcy agreed to let her help a little with office. She was able to respond to emails and provide input on status reports and the likes, while Mr. Nelson was still trying to get comfortable running her department. Darcy did limit her time to no more than an hour a day, as even that was more than the doctor had recommended.
Her only respite from her confinement was the bi-weekly child birth classes she attended with Darcy. Even that, did not provide a lot of freedom; she was allowed to go to class so long as she came home immediately.
In the time when she was not visiting with friends or working, she was working on building up the nursery. She followed the doctor’s instructions in not lifting anything though. She shopped online for all their needs, bottles, blankets, diapers, diaper bags, and clothes. She also worked with the decorator on setting up and placement of furniture.
For his part, Darcy was most solicitous in his care of his wife and child, almost to the point of annoyance. He bought her a new coat, hat, mittens, and scarf to ensure she was properly attired to go outdoors. In addition, he bought her a new chair for the living room that allowed her to recline easily in a position she found fairly comfortable. And he was quick to chase anyone out of it if Elizabeth required a seat.
When he could, he worked from home, keeping a careful eye on Elizabeth and jumping at the first sound of her moving about. At night, when he wasn’t traveling, he rubbed lotion into her legs and stomach, and was quick to bring her anything she needed.
Finally, the nursery was complete. Elizabeth sat in the rocking chair, her feet up on an ottoman, surveying the room, Darcy stood behind her, massaging her shoulders.
“I think we should decide on a name for our son.” Darcy said.
Elizabeth replied cheekily. “So it will not be William George Peter Darcy Junior?”
Darcy scowled. “Of course not.”
“The tradition in my family is for the first born son to take the mother’s maiden name as his first name, his father’s name as his middle name, then one of his godfather’s.”
Elizabeth snapped in mock horror, “My son’s name will not be Bennet!” Darcy laughed. “Modifications can be made; after all, my name is not Fitzwilliam. My mother was gracious enough to insist on William.”
Archly Elizabeth said, “From your tone, you have already decided on a name.” Darcy smiled. “I have, but wanted to hear your suggestions first.”
Elizabeth slyly said, “It appears that first we must determine his god parents.” Darcy smiled at her. “I’m certain you will want Jane as the godmother, which would make Charles a logical choice for one of his godfather’s.”
Elizabeth nodded thoughtfully. “You are correct about Jane and Charles… but what about his other godfather?” She turned to look at Darcy’s face. She could tell he was contemplating something, and she could surmise what it was; it mirrored her own thoughts. Darcy moved around to face her, sitting on the carpet in front of her.
Elizabeth smirked. “You and I would both want his other god parent to be Cas, and him to take that name.” Darcy nodded, she had voiced his sentiments exactly. Well, almost exactly. “My son’s middle name will not be Casanova!” he barked playfully. Elizabeth laughed.
A little more seriously he questioned, “You do not think Charles will be too disappointed?” Elizabeth shrugged and said seriously, “Perhaps a little. But anyone other than Cas, would not be right.” Darcy nodded solemnly. “I will talk to Charles.”
Wanting to lighten the mood again, Elizabeth said, “So we have William Richard Darcy?” She laughed, imagining a melding between Richard and Darcy.
“So what about his first name?” Darcy asked.
Elizabeth reiterated, “I am not naming my son Bennet.” Darcy nodded. “I was thinking a play off Bennet, like Bentley, Benjamin, or Benedict.”
Elizabeth sat thoughtfully, “Well, of those three, it could only be Benjamin; Bentley is a car and Benedict, well… you know.”
Darcy nodded. “So, Benjamin William Richard Darcy?”
Elizabeth sat in contemplation. She had always thought her son’s name would be contain her father’s name; perhaps Thomas William Richard Darcy? Quietly she said, “I suppose.”
Darcy moved over to the end of the ottoman and began rubbing Elizabeth’s feet. He knew that look. “What are you not telling me Elizabeth?” He said suspiciously.
Elizabeth smiled and furrowed her brow slightly. “I always imagined naming my son after my father is all.” Darcy nodded thoughtfully. “Thomas William Richard Darcy?”
Elizabeth shrugged and smiled sheepishly. “But the family tradition…”
Darcy waved absently. “There are plenty other traditions to carry out.”
Elizabeth nodded, still contemplating the name. She really liked the name Benjamin. “Let’s think about it. In the meantime, we shall just call him little Darcy.” Darcy scrunched his brow. “Very well.” He placed a kiss on her stomach. “Little Darcy.” He murmured.
Posted on Date: Friday, 27 July 2007
By the beginning of November, Elizabeth’s patience had run out. She was so large now that she had trouble standing from a chair by herself and her balance was precarious, precluding her from being able to taking stairs without assistance or relying heavily on the hand rail.
She was tired of seeing nothing but the walls of the apartment. She was tired of being waited on hand on foot. She was tired of being uncomfortable. She was tired of watching Darcy get up every morning and leave for the office or pack his suitcase for yet another business trip, knowing she couldn’t. This was her mood when Darcy came home from his latest business trip.
Elizabeth was laying in bed, while Richard was in the living room watching television. Upon seeing Darcy he stood and shook his head. With a clap on his shoulder he said, “She’s lying down, but she’s in a devil of a mood.” With a smirk he added, “I’m heading home.”
Darcy sent his eyes skyward. “Thanks Richard.” He said sincerely and then headed for Elizabeth. He opened the door quietly hoping Elizabeth was asleep, but found her awake staring a book. He could tell she wasn’t really reading, but merely staring at the words. “I’m home sweetheart.” He said tenderly. “How are you feeling?”
Elizabeth scowled. Bitterly she said, “When you’ve changed, do you think you could me with a bath? My back hurts and Jane had to work late so couldn’t come by and help me with one yesterday or today.” Sarcastically she added, “I didn’t think you’d appreciate Cas helping me.”
Darcy took a calming breath. Richard wasn’t kidding when he described her mood. He gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I’m sorry sweetheart. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll help you.”
A few minutes later, Darcy returned sporting pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. He helped Elizabeth into the warm tub and kneeling beside it sponged warm water across her shoulders and back. Hoping to put her in a better mood he said, “That was my last business trip until after the baby is born.”
Elizabeth smiled weakly. Darcy smirked. “I thought you would be happy about that. But if you like me being away I can….” He was stopped mid-sentence by a heated glare from Elizabeth. With an edge in her voice she said, “I think you should leave me alone for a little while. I’ll call you when I’m ready to get out.”
Darcy let out a low groan and rolled his eyes. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
Elizabeth closed her eyes for a moment and scoffed. “Where to start…” She said sarcastically. “I’m carrying a 9 pound bowling ball in my stomach. I haven’t seen my feet in the last month, and the only reason I know they still exist is because they hurt if I walk around too much. I can’t sleep because your son insists on being born with a black belt in karate. My back aches, and I’ve been confined to the house for over a month, with another month to go. I couldn’t even go out and get you a proper birthday present!” With a quick breath she continued. “All while someone else is running my division, and you get to run around with a perfect body coming and going as please!”
Darcy tried desperately not to laugh, and was successful at that, but he couldn’t keep his lips from forming a smirk. “We celebrated my birthday the way I wanted to. We had a small cake, and it was just the two of us. I don’t need presents.” He kissed her forehead. “I know this has been hard on you sweetheart. I wish I could make it easier on you, but I can’t. I would trade places with you in a heartbeat if I could.”
Elizabeth snorted inelegantly. “If men could get pregnant, the world would suffer an immediate decrease in population.”
Darcy couldn’t help but laugh. He leaned in and kissed her hard on the cheek. “You are absolutely adorable when you are upset like this.”
That seemed diffuse her anger and frustration a bit. Darcy gently washed her stomach talking to the baby. “I told you to behave while I was gone. You need to let your mother get at least a little sleep.” Looking at Elizabeth with a mischievous twinkle in his eye he said, “Otherwise she turns into a grumpy bear that is mad at daddy.”
Elizabeth couldn’t help but start to giggle.
It was Sunday evening after Thanksgiving. Darcy and Elizabeth had remained at home that weekend while Richard and Georgiana went to the Fitzwilliam house for the Thanksgiving. Charles and Jane had gone to the Bennet’s for Thanksgiving, leaving the two of them alone. Frankly, both of them were rather happy about it. Elizabeth was not much for company these days, and Darcy was happy to avoid the mass of people usually associated to major holidays. He knew Christmas would be different as both families intended on descending on them to see the baby.
Darcy had fallen asleep on the living room sofa, exhausted from the anxiety of the impending fatherhood and work. Despite the fact that it was determined Elizabeth would require a cesarean because the baby hadn’t turned properly, it didn’t less Darcy’s anxiety. The scheduled birth was still a week away, but Darcy had begun having nightmares about dropping the baby or forgetting it somewhere or failing to care for it in some other way, and thus was not sleeping well.
“William.” Darcy stirred and cracked his eyes open. Upon seeing Elizabeth hovering over him he smiled. “Did you get some good rest?” Elizabeth asked softly. Darcy shifted and placed his hand on her swollen belly. “Well enough.” He replied in a low voice.
Elizabeth smiled. “Good, because I fear that is all the sleep you will be getting tonight.”
Still a bit drowsy, an intrigued Darcy smirked mischievously. “What did you have in mind?” Not hiding his obvious desire for her, despite knowing it could not come to fruition.
Elizabeth locked her fingers with Darcy and rubbed her belly. “I thought I might have a baby tonight.”
Darcy bolted upright, his eyes wide. “What? But it’s not for another week! Are you alright?”
Elizabeth nodded and then grimaced as another pain ran through her abdomen. When she recovered she said, “I believe your son is on a different schedule than we are.”
Darcy sprang from the sofa almost knocking Elizabeth over in the process. He reassembled his disheveled appearance. “The bags!” He exclaimed, frantically looking around for them, and then recalled them in them to be in the bedroom. “Call and have the car brought around.” He froze for a second. “No, you sit down. I’ll call for the car.”
He dashed for the phone, spoke hurriedly into it and then ran to the bedroom. Being the planner he was, he already had Elizabeth’s clothes packed. He grabbed a few other things, threw them in the bag and then began bundling up Elizabeth for the trip to the hospital.
Elizabeth could help but smirk, watching him. She knew better than to say anything. Before long, they were in the car. Wisely, Elizabeth suggested letting the valet drive the car seeing Darcy was obviously not in any condition.
Elizabeth and Darcy rode in the backseat of the car. Darcy kept a protective arm around Elizabeth, and squeezed her tight, each time a contraction coursed through her. Aside from the constant piercing stare and the way his jaw was clenching and unclenching Darcy was able to maintain a calm exterior.
Elizabeth focused on her breathing to quell the overwhelming fear coursing through her. This was not what they had planned! They had planned on a calm scheduled c-section that would take place in just over a week. Darcy would calmly drive her to the hospital. She would enter the hospital pregnant, and come out with a baby. Aside from the incision, there was not supposed to be any pain!
It wasn’t long before they were settled into a room. Neither had mentally prepared for labor, ever since they had arranged a c-section. Elizabeth tried to keep herself calm through breathing and telling herself everything would be alright. When it was no longer working she tried talking. “Did you call Jane?” Darcy nodded. “What about Cas?” Darcy nodded to that as well. “Did you call my parents?” Darcy responded, “Jane said she would.” Elizabeth looked up at him again, “Wha…” Darcy interrupted her. “I will call Gina afterwards. She will not be able to come right away anyway.” When she had run out of questions she tried to refocus.
Suddenly she burst out, “William, where’s the doctor? I’m not supposed to have the baby this way.”
Darcy sat down on the bed, wrapped her in his arms and chuckled quietly to himself. It was amazing how much they thought alike. “It will be alright.” He soothed. “I will be right here with you. The doctor is on his way.”
The warmth of his arms around her and the sound of his heart beating in her ear seemed to calm her. “Don’t leave me.” She whispered. “Never.” He soothed into her hair.
A final ultra-sound confirmed the baby still hadn’t turned and about an hour or so later the doctor finally arrived and informed them an operating room was available.
True to his word, Darcy stayed with Elizabeth throughout the entire delivery, including in the operating room. He held his son as the doctors finished the procedure, allowing Elizabeth touch and see him.
“He’s perfect.” Darcy whispered, tears falling to his cheeks. Elizabeth wiped a few tears from her own cheeks.
“He’s so beautiful.” Elizabeth said in a hoarse voice. “It was worth it. All of it.”
Darcy leaned over and kissed Elizabeth on the nose. “Have you decided on the name?”
“Benjamin.” She said with a smile. “Benjamin William Richard Darcy.” Darcy looked down at his son and nodded with a warm smile. “Thank you Elizabeth.”
About an hour later, an excited Darcy made his way to the waiting room still donned in scrubs. A grin consumed his face as he announced the birth of his son, and assurances that Elizabeth was doing well to a waiting Richard, Charles, Jane, and Mary. He didn’t stay long though, as he was determined to be with Elizabeth and the baby in the recovery room.
The others watched the retreating figure and some could have sworn the man skipping!
Time in the recovery room was special for the two. They knew as soon as they were settled into their own room they would be sharing their son with the others that were waiting and so were in no hurry to leave. Darcy sat on the edge of her bed and the two fawned over their son.
“William?” Elizabeth said quietly.
“Hmmm?” Darcy replied, not taking his eyes off the babe in his arms.
With a light chuckle Elizabeth asked, “Do you think I could hold my son?”
Darcy blushed. He looked back down at his son and then to Elizabeth, and once again to his son. With evident reluctance he placed the sleeping infant in his mother’s arms but stayed where he could keep an eye on him. “I still can’t believe he’s here.” Darcy said emotionally. Tears welled in his eyes again. “He’s so perfect. How can I ever thank you?”
Elizabeth looked up at him and smiled. Their eyes locked for a moment and Darcy reach over and kissed her tenderly. Simultaneously, their attention reverted back to their son.
Not long after, a nurse greeted them to help Elizabeth nurse him. Elizabeth shifted, pulling down her gown to provide the child access. The nurse helped her position the baby as Darcy looked on curiously.
Elizabeth let out a soft gasp as Benjamin began suckling. She watched intently as Benjamin’s mouth made small sucking movements. It was not long before small traces of milk could be seen around his mouth.
Elizabeth giggled. “Just like your father. Point you in the right direction and you’ll figure out the rest.” Darcy let out a small laugh and kissed Elizabeth forehead. He reached down and lightly stroked Benjamin’s cheek. Elizabeth raised her eyes to Darcy. They were soft and loving, a spark of love and life in them was bright as the sun. “I love you William” she said softly. Darcy stroked Elizabeth’s cheek, “I love you Elizabeth.”
As soon as it looked like Benjamin had finished nursing, Darcy reached for him, but Elizabeth clutched him tighter. “Not yet.” Elizabeth whispered. “I want to hold him a little longer.” Darcy pouted slightly but could not really protest. “Of course.” Elizabeth stared at her son. “He looks like you.” She said absently tracing the sharp brow and the few dark wisps of hair on his head.
Finally Elizabeth and Darcy and son were settled into the room. It didn’t take them long to resume the position they held while in the recovery room; Darcy sitting on the edge of her bed holding Benjamin.
A cough alerted the two of the others waiting in the door way. Darcy with a broad grin motioned Jane, Charles, Richard and Mary in and took a stance next to Elizabeth’s bed. “I would like to present our son, Benjamin William Richard Darcy.” He said officiously.
At the pronouncement of his name, Richard’s eyes widened. He looked at Darcy and then to Elizabeth. Each smiled and nodded in return. “I’m honored.” He breathed.
Darcy quoted the child’s statistics as if he was quoting stock prices. “9 pounds, 11 ounces, 22 inches long.” Jane’s eyes widened at the numbers. “No wonder he didn’t turn! There was no room!”
Elizabeth laughed. “You’re telling me! You remember what I looked like?”
Darcy ignored the girls chatter. Instead, he carefully, though reluctantly, placed his son in Richard’s arms. He stood protectively nearby, uncertain of Richard’s skill at holding a baby. Jane and Mary made their way to Elizabeth’s side, waiting for their turn to hold the baby while Charles stood near Darcy and Richard.
“He’s beautiful Liz.” Richard intoned.
“Lizzy, how are you feeling?” Jane asked.
Elizabeth laughed. “Oh Jane! I am so happy. Laying her hand gently on her stomach she added, “It hurts a little, but I don’t mind.” Jane stroked Elizabeth’s hand.
“Did you call dad?” Elizabeth asked.
Jane nodded. “He says he will come down when you are sent home.”
Looking at Richard for a moment as he and Darcy adored young Benjamin. She said, “William, I think his godmother would like a turn.” Turning toward Jane she smiled. “You will be his godmother won’t you?”
Jane’s eyes lit up, adding to her smile. “Of course I will be Lizzy. Of course!”
Seeing a little Mary’s disappointment, Elizabeth said, “If we have another one, you can be its godmother.” Mary smiled in acknowledgement.
Richard brought Benjamin over to Jane, and placed him in her arms. Mary looked over Jane’s shoulder, getting a first peek at her nephew. “Oh Lizzy!” Jane gasped. Looking up at Darcy, she added, “He looks just like you.”
Darcy couldn’t help a proud grin. In fact, it was the same grin he had been wearing for the last couple hours.
Elizabeth laughed. “He even gets that Darcy scowl just before he starts crying.” Everyone in the room laughed, even Darcy. Nothing could ruin today.
Looking over at Charles, Elizabeth said, “Charles, we’d like you to be his other godfather.”
Charles beamed. “I would be honored.”
Jane was about to give the baby back to Darcy when Elizabeth stopped her. “Don’t give him to William or no one else will get to hold him.” Darcy blushed as Elizabeth added playfully, “Even I had to beg to hold my own son.”
Defensively Darcy shot back. “You get to hold him every time he eats.”
Richard quipped, “And being Darcy’s boy - I’m guessing that’s often.”
Petulantly Darcy said, “Laugh all you want.” Cooing over his son, who was now in Mary’s arms he said, “But he knows he needs to eat so he can grow up big and strong.”
Richard and Charles shook their head laughing. “Darcy, it’s pathetic enough watching you moon over Liz. This is downright embarrassing.”
Darcy shot his cousin a scowl. “Just wait until it is your turn.”
After Charles had a turn to hold the baby, the friends quickly departed, but promised to return later.
After holding her son a while longer, Elizabeth gave in to exhaustion, leaving Benjamin in his father’s arms.
She awoke to the sound of paper rustling and Darcy’s whispering voice. She listened for a few minutes, realizing he was talking about the stock market. Looking over, she saw Darcy sitting at a table reading the newspaper, with Benjamin in his arms.
Realizing what he was doing she chided, “William, I think he’s a little young to understand the stock market. At least let him turn a day old.”
Darcy scoffed. Looking down at Benjamin, in what was donned his baby voice he said, “You understand all of it, don’t you. Cause you’re the smartest boy in the world.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and groaned. Richard was right. This was just embarrassing. “I think he needs to eat.”
Elizabeth’s hospital stay was heralded with a steady stream of visitors coming and going. No one stayed long, but it was enough to make both Darcy and Elizabeth anxious to get to the privacy of their home.
Late in the week Elizabeth released from the hospital. Mary decided to spend a couple days with Darcy and Elizabeth to help get them settled, and they were forever thankful for it. Elizabeth was unable to pick up Benjamin by herself, and Mary’s assistance allowed Darcy to get a little extra sleep and do some work.
They were even more grateful for Mary’s help when the following weekend brought the Bennet clan, all of them. Elizabeth was not a condition to be entertaining her mother, and was still mostly bed ridden.
Mary greeted her parents and led them to the living room where Elizabeth and Darcy were waiting with Benjamin. Upon their entrance, Darcy stood, his son in his arms. “Mr. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet, Lydia, may I present our son, Benjamin William Richard Darcy.”
Mrs. Bennet flew to Darcy’s side to get a glimpse of her grandson and began singing Elizabeth’s praises on a job well done, though did not fail to point it out was most likely Darcy’s prodigious care that formed a perfect boy. After a while, Mr. Bennet made his way over and gave Elizabeth an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “He’s beautiful Lizzy.” Lydia was a little more indifferent. She took her turn holding the baby, but otherwise didn’t find him of any interest.
Mrs. Bennet, true to form, espoused an unending fountain of advice of how to hold the child, the name for the child, the correct way for nursing, exercise Elizabeth should be getting, the amount of food Benjamin should be eating, sleeping schedules, where the child should be sleeping, and what Darcy should be doing to help Elizabeth.
By the second and third day both Darcy and Elizabeth found themselves counting the days until Elizabeth’s parents returned home.
Through the holiday season, Darcy attended the requisite holiday parties and fund raisers. Since Elizabeth was home tending to Benjamin, for the first time, he attended them alone. Sylvia was present at some of them as was Caroline. Sylvia never attempted to approach Darcy as anything more than a friend.
A desperate Caroline on the other hand attempted more than once to re-enter the good graces of Darcy and Sylvia. She was rebuffed by both in a manner that left no doubt her status with respect to the Darcy family in the public eye.
By Christmas, Elizabeth and Darcy had fallen into a rhythm. Elizabeth was up and moving around as usual. She was tired from a lack of sleep, but her playful spirit had returned.
The two were blessed with a well tempered child who generally only cried when needing to be fed or changed. The two new parents quickly learned all the nuances of parenthood – from bathing to changing diapers, to feedings, to soothing.
For Christmas, Georgiana and the rest of the Fitzwilliam’s arrived in Chicago. Margaret grudgingly apologized to Elizabeth under the threat of not being able to see the child. Her husband on the other hand welcomed the new addition with open arms. He gave Darcy a hearty pat on the back offered his sincere congratulations.
Darcy left to his own devices bought his son a lifetime supply of toys, as well as a new pony, which was kept at Pemberley. He argued that by the time Benjamin would be old enough to ride, the pony had to be trained, thus the early purchase.
Richard gave his god child a set of camouflage onsies, which earned him a pointed glare from Darcy. Defensively he said, “I just want to make sure my god child knows he has options.” This earned a laugh from everyone.
Georgiana instantly fell in love with her nephew and spent most of the time in town tending to his every need. It was most unusual watching Darcy fight with his sister over whose turn it was to hold the child. Most arguments ended with either Richard or Elizabeth taking him.
When Benjamin turned three months, Elizabeth returned to work at PMB. Elizabeth’s return to work was difficult, though was tempered by the use of a nanny. For the first couple weeks, the nanny brought Benjamin to the office to be nursed. Darcy and Elizabeth scheduled their lunch together as well, allowing them to spend their lunch with him.
Aside from fretting over leaving her son, she found her division had changed a lot since her leave. She was not terribly surprised; after all she had been gone almost six months. Even so, she was saddened by the fact that it no longer felt like her division. Many things resembled the division she had built, but there had been a lot of changes. There were a number of new projects she knew nothing about, and some of the projects she had started had been completed.
The first business trip she had to take was extremely difficult. Benjamin was not even six months old. She knew he was in good hands, but the idea of leaving him behind was heart wrenching. She had loved coming home every evening and spending time with him. Nursing him, rocking him to sleep, and bathing him. Now she was leaving him in the hands of Darcy and their nanny.
After a great deal of contemplation, six months after her return to PMB, Elizabeth did something she never thought probable - she quit her job. Travel was beginning increase, as was her time at the office and she anticipated the day they would both be out on travel at the same time with not a little dread.
Not only that, Darcy and she were returning to their usual hectic schedule, spending less and less time together as a family. What was once precious moments with the three of them, were turning into moments of having to choose spending time with her husband or her son.
Unfortunately, asking Darcy to quit his job was out of the question. Though after some prodding, Darcy did make some concession which allowed him to spend a little more time with the family.
The following September, one day before their first anniversary, Elizabeth and Darcy remarried. The ceremony was held in St. James Cathedral with a reception held at the Fairmont hotel. The wedding party consisted of Jane as the maid of honor and Richard as the best man. Georgiana was the other bridesmaid and Charles the other groomsman. Mary held the honor of walking down the aisle with Benjamin and serving as Elizabeth’s personal attendant. As expected, the guest list included a number of political and business dignitaries, as well as a large number of family and friends. It was evident to all in attendance Darcy and Elizabeth were every bit as in love with each other. Caroline was no where to be seen.
When Benjamin turned twenty months, Elizabeth formed her own company. The new company specialized in mentoring young executives trying to make it to the top – focusing on females wanting to have it all. The job allowed Elizabeth the flexibility of working from home frequently and did not require the travel that working for PMB did.
Elizabeth and Darcy eventually had two other children, a girl, Kaitlyn Elizabeth Mary Darcy, and a boy, Thomas Peter Bennet Darcy.
As it turns out, Darcy’s idea for using horses as a theme in the nursery somewhat backfired. Benjamin did grow up to love horses as much as his father. So much so, that instead of taking the helm at PMB, he eventually took over the Bennet farm and turned it into a ranch breeding, training, and showing horses. It was their daughter Kaitlyn who eventually took over as PMB CEO when Darcy retired. Thomas followed his aunt Jane’s path and became a neurosurgeon at St. Lawrence.
All three children grew up living life to its fullest, never forgetting to smell the roses.
Georgiana graduated from Juilliard and for a while performed with the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. Eventually she married another musician and the two returned to become instructors at the school. She was dutiful godmother to Kaitlyn, and eventually had two children of her own.
Richard did eventually marry a widowed nurse at the VA hospital. She already had a young daughter of her own, who became every bit the apple of her new father’s eye. Between his god son and his daughter, he found life very fulfilling.
Sylvia Brenham remained a close friend of the Darcy family. After finding out about Caroline’s duplicity, she severed all ties with her and apologized profusely to Elizabeth and Darcy. Sylvia and Georgiana remained friends and even Elizabeth found her company to be entertaining, though they never became close friends.
Mary finished her course work at the Chicago College of Healing Arts and spent the next couple years studying acupuncture and alternative medicine across the globe. Elizabeth and Darcy and Jane and Charles provided a little financial assistance when needed. Mary eventually settled in England and after working under someone else for a few more years, eventually established her own successful practice.