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Chapter Eleven: Easter

Posted on Thursday, 7 June 2007

Mid-afternoon on Saturday Richard and Darcy pulled up the half mile long drive of the Longburn estate. Jane and Charles and Mary had all heard the beginnings of Elizabeth’s phone conversation and anxiously waited in silence for Elizabeth’s return. Charles and Jane, more than Mary understood that a phone call from Darcy was unexpected and only an emergency would make him call. Their anxiety turned to confusion though when they heard the front door of the house slam shut.

Mary turned in her seat and looked out the picture window. Elizabeth was running down the walk towards two men Mary didn’t recognize. “Who are they?” She asked, her nose wrinkled showing her distaste. “They look kind of stuffy.”

Their curiosity piqued, Jane and Charles walked to the window and looked out, ignoring Mary’s questions. They looked at each other in confusion, as if confirming they had not seen an apparition. Finally Jane said, “It’s Lizzy’s boyfriend Darcy and their friend Richard. I didn’t know they were coming.”

Charles smirked, “From the phone call, neither did Lizzy.”

At the sight of Darcy, a smile broke free and consumed most of Elizabeth’s face. From that point on, little else registered with her, including the presence of Richard. Giddy as a school girl, she ran down the walk to greet Darcy.

On seeing Elizabeth exit the house, Darcy’s legs carried him swiftly towards her. His face was broken by a rare brilliant smile.

As the two met, Elizabeth threw her arms around Darcy’s neck as he wrapped his around her waist, lifting her off the ground. Their lips met for a deep sensuous kiss. They pulled back momentarily, gazing at one another in disbelief. Then, lost in the presence of one another, their lips met over and over again, interspersed with low giggles and chuckles of pure bliss. It was the happiness that only two lovers can experience when rejoined after a long separation.

Their rapture continued until a very loud deep cough reminded them of the presence of others.

A red faced Elizabeth smiled impishly. “Hi Cas.” She said, her eyes never leaving Darcy’s.

With another deep but short lived kiss, Darcy planted Elizabeth back on the ground. The feel of her feet hitting the ground recalled Elizabeth to her manners and full surroundings. Suddenly embarrassed by such a public display of affection she stepped away from Darcy and she blushed deeply again. Feeling the loss of his touch acutely, Elizabeth took Darcy’s and said, “Hi Cas. How are you?”

Richard replied archly, “What? No kiss?”

Elizabeth laughed, her gaze returning to Darcy. “I prefer dark and handsome remember?”

Darcy shot Richard a triumphant smirk and then joined him in laughter.

Elizabeth led them up the walk, her hand in Darcy’s, her face still beaming from the pleasure of once again being reunited with him. “C’mon, you can tell me what you’re doing here inside. Jane and Charles are here as well.” Elizabeth said. Just before they entered the house Elizabeth mischievously grinned at Darcy. “Ready to meet the family?” She felt Darcy falter momentarily and chuckled.

They entered the house to see a grinning Charles, a slightly blushing Jane, and a wide-eyed Mary. Elizabeth blushed again, realizing the show the two had put on. She then introduced Mary and offered drinks and food to the room, but was declined. Mary greeted the newcomers politely, but her shyness took over and she said little else, content to sit in the corner and listen. The six settled in the living room. Elizabeth was even so bold as to make Mary move, so she could sit next Darcy, causing the others in the room to snicker quietly. There was a sparkle in her eyes that showed her unmistakable joy in seeing him.

Charles and Jane greeted the new people with friendly warmth. Charles opened the conversation, “So Darcy, what brings you here? I thought you and Lizzy weren’t supposed to see each other – or did you finish the purchase?”

Elizabeth started at this reminder and looked at Darcy with wide eyes, waiting his response. In the joy of seeing him again she had not even thought of whether they should be together or not; it was obvious they should be. Her alarm grew when she heard Darcy intake a sharp breath.

Thankfully for Darcy, Richard replied for him. “We were supposed to visit my family for Easter but unforeseen events have prevented that. Milwaukee was kind of on the way.”

Elizabeth saw Darcy release the breath of air and relax slightly. The rest of the group chuckled and Charles looked at Darcy meaningfully. Everyone in the room knew Milwaukee was over an hour out of the way if one were to drive directly between Minneapolis and Chicago. “On the way Darcy?” Charles intoned.

Darcy replied with only shrug, turning his eyes back to Elizabeth. He couldn’t help the large smile that graced his face. He was with the woman he loved again and she looked even more beautiful than he remembered.

Elizabeth inquired flatly, trying to hide the dismay in her voice. “So the purchase isn’t completed?”

Darcy sighed. “No.” He noticed Elizabeth’s brow furrow almost instantly and he added, “It’s almost finished though. We have a meeting Wednesday to sign off on the terms. Then the lawyers take over.”

Elizabeth nodded and noticed how quiet everyone else had become in the room. She looked up at Darcy, her eyes veiled and her tone even. “You shouldn’t be here then. I’ll walk you out.” She watched Darcy’s eyes close momentarily, indicating his understanding and admission of the correctness. She stood, still holding Darcy’s hand, as if ready to walk them to door, but looked down at the ground to hide her sadness.

Jane interjected. “They could at least stay for dinner could they not? Mom and Dad would really like to meet both Richard and Darcy.”

Elizabeth shot her sister a glance that told her to stay out of it. She realized the looked had been a bit harsher than she intended as she saw Jane immediately deflate, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t want him to leave so soon, yet knew it was the right thing to do.

Darcy stood up and said quietly to Elizabeth, though loud enough for the room to hear, “Is there some place private we can talk?” Seeing Elizabeth’s hesitation he added earnestly, “It can’t wait and no one knows I’m here.”

Elizabeth thought a moment and then agreed. With a glance excusing them from the room, led Darcy back outside. She led him to a tree house about fifty yards from the house in silence. The smile on both their faces was gone.

A thousand questions flew threw Elizabeth’s mind. What could be so important it couldn’t wait a few more days? Is it good news, is it bad news? Did he come here just to tell me this? If so, it must be serious. She felt her pulse start to quicken under the tumult of questions. Without a second thought she began climbing the makeshift ladder leading to the entrance of the tree house.

The tree house was more elaborate than most tree houses. It had four plywood walls, a roof, a screened window on each wall and a door that closed in the floor. It was large enough to fit three or four people comfortably, though it was only tall enough for a child to stand in it.

Darcy chuckled to himself as he watched her climb the ladder. Of course she couldn’t settle for just the patio! Deciding climbing the ladder in socks would be less risky than in his slippery loafers, he removed his shoes, leaving them on the ground, and ascended the ladder. As he entered the tree house he looked around, amused to find it equipped with an air mattress, pillows and blankets and a lantern.

Elizabeth closed the door and seeing the question in Darcy’s raised brow, commented, “I slept here last night. It was nice weather. I used to sleep out here all summer when I was younger.” Darcy smirked at the thought. For a brief moment he pictured a young Elizabeth climbing up the tree.

After seeing Darcy take up a comfortable seat along one of the walls Elizabeth sat against the wall next to him and said, “So, what did you need to tell me?” She tried to hide the apprehension she felt, but Darcy had detected it in her voice.

Darcy felt a need to ascertain Elizabeth’s feelings before telling her about Sylvia. It was not going to be easy and if she was angry he would have to tread even more carefully. He would still tell her, he wanted to; he owed it to her. Not to mention the fact that if he didn’t Richard would. But an amiable mood would make the task easier. Darcy asked in a soft tone, “Are you angry for me coming here?” He could not resist gently brushing her cheek with his hand.

Elizabeth smiled slightly. After a moment’s hesitation she said earnestly, “I love that you came. You have no idea what it means to me.” Her voice then dropped. “But we agreed to wait.”

Darcy nodded and moved closer to her. “I know. But for someone to know I was here they would have had to follow me from Chicago, to Minneapolis, and then here. I think it will alright. And we’re in the homestretch. Seeing each other now could have very little impact on the contract.”

Elizabeth considered Darcy’s statement. She relaxed and smiled in acceptance. She moved over to Darcy’s side and made herself comfortable against his shoulder. Let out a quiet breath of relief, Darcy wrapped his arms around her and whispered feelingly, “God I missed you!” He kissed her hair, inhaling the scent of jasmine.

Elizabeth nodded and let out a blissful sigh and smiled at the depth of his affection. Then realizing what Darcy had said pulled away from him, alarm written on her face. “You were at the Fitzwilliam house? Why did you leave? Is everything alright?”

Darcy heaved a deep breath. “That is what I needed to talk to you about.” He saw the concern in Elizabeth’s face, and that she was not going to say anything more, so he began. “You’re probably going to get upset, but please let me finish before you say anything.” He saw the consternation in his beloved’s face but at her nod continued. “We were in Minneapolis, with the intention of celebrating Easter with the Fitzwilliams. Gina was there too – its tradition.” He saw Elizabeth relaxing a little and loathed to tell the next part knowing it would upset her again, but continued. “Without consulting me, my Aunt invited Sylvia to the house as well.” He saw Elizabeth suddenly stiffen and an iron curtain fall behind her eyes. He shuddered slightly seeing the pain this topic caused her, but continued knowing the end was in sight.

He shifted to his knees and took Elizabeth’s hand, but she pulled it away and turned away from him, trying to blink back tears that had welled up with unusual speed. His jaw hardened momentarily, but knowing he deserved such censure, continued. He relayed the entire contents of his conversation with Sylvia. He even included the kiss and Richard’s subsequent reaction, which had brought them here.

Through it all he watched Elizabeth. He saw the anger as he told her about Sylvia’s admission; he saw her eyes soften at his admission of love for her; he saw the fire in her eyes as the told her about the kiss; and the subsequent laughter when she learned Richard had hit him.

He reached for her hands again; she did not pull them away this time. He finished his confession by kissing each of her hands lightly and saying, “Elizabeth my love. I can not express how heartily sorry I am for the pain I have caused you and for giving you reason to doubt me, to doubt us. I will not insult you by asking you to trust me. I only ask for the chance to prove to you that she can not come between us anymore. Her spell on me has been broken and can never be cast again. I love you, and only you.”

The depth of emotion Elizabeth felt at his final statement was profound. She felt tears form in her throat and chided her emotional weakness. When did this start?

Darcy’s final statement touched her deeply. It was as if he had read her mind at each encounter. He knew exactly what she been feeling, the thoughts that had raced through her mind, and he had addressed every single one, except one. After a moment of silence, Elizabeth took a deep breath to steady her voice and said, “Thank you for being honest with me.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “I know you believe you are over her. I can see in your eyes that is what you believe. But I cannot help but wonder if it will still hold true tomorrow or the next. I want to believe you. I want us to move forward. I love you William and so I’m willing to go on a little faith. Please do not betray me.” She felt tears welling up again and was thankful to feel Darcy’s arms around her, knowing he could not see them.

With his arms wrapped tightly around her whispered, “Thank you Elizabeth my love. Thank you.”

The two sat blissfully in each other’s embrace, Elizabeth’s head pressed firmly against Darcy’s chest. Darcy said a silent prayer of thanks. Elizabeth had responded as he had hoped. He did not delude himself into thinking the final nail had been driven into the coffin, but it was close. The resolution had only cost him a sore jaw and he was mightily thankful for it.

Darcy’s confession had taken Elizabeth by surprise. She had the urge to curse his aunt and uncle, but at the same time could not. Their meddling had been instrumental in resolving a serious issue between them. She smiled to herself, wishing she could see their faces when they learned they had been instrumental in bringing them closer together.

On the vein of confessions, she knew she had one of her own to make - though it was not a confession per se. She was tempted to tell him now and have it done with, but did not want to taint the moment. This was not the right time to tell him about the baby. His confession had an effect he could not have realized though. It had increased her security in their situation ten-fold. She would tell him, and soon - perhaps tonight after dinner before he headed home.

Satisfied with her decision, she looked up at Darcy, and saw him staring back down at her, his eyes soft and tender with a new depth of what she could only describe as love. Slowly he lowered his lips to hers and poured all of his love into a kiss. Elizabeth responded likewise. In mere seconds the effect of their absence from one another took over and arduous kisses were exchanged on the lips, cheeks, and necks. They reveled in the taste of each other until sounds of car doors closing made them aware of their potential exposure. Elizabeth said in a low wavering voice, “I think the rest of the family is back. We should be returning to the house.”

Darcy nodded in agreement, but found he could not tear himself aware from her. He was not ready to share her again with others quite yet. But, after a few more kisses the two grudgingly returned to the others.

Elizabeth and Darcy entered the living room hearing the shrill voice of Mrs. Bennet inquiring about the owner of the “…most expensive vehicle in the drive”.

Darcy’s eyes widened and he looked at Elizabeth who smiled apologetically. In hopes that Mrs. Bennet would stop her screeching, Darcy answered somewhat officiously, “The vehicle is mine Ma’am. If it is in the way I can move it.”

Mrs. Bennet turned in shock, and stared at Darcy. Before Mrs. Bennet could get in another word, Elizabeth performed introductions. “Mamma, this is William Darcy.” Pointing to Richard she said, “And his cousin and mutual friend, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam.”

Mrs. Bennet looked between the gentlemen who were just introduced, her mouth agape. Recovering herself slightly, but still unable to find her voice, she extended her hand to Darcy and then Richard. Elizabeth gave Jane a meaningful look and Jane ushered her mother into the kitchen where she could recover.

Unfortunately, by dinner, Mrs. Bennet had fully recovered and her effusions and praise for Darcy had reached new levels. Elizabeth looked at Jane, her father, Darcy and even Richard imploring help.

“Mr. Darcy.” Mrs. Bennet began. “I’m certain you are used to much finer dinners than spaghetti, but Lizzy did not tell me she was expecting you. If she had, I would have planned a nicer dinner!” She gave Elizabeth a scolding look.

Darcy suppressed his shock at Mrs. Bennet’s unwarranted public scolding of her daughter. “Not at all Ma’am. I’m very much in need of a home-cooked meal.” He said honestly. “And our arrival was unexpected. Elizabeth had no advanced warning Ma’am.” To his even greater surprise, Mrs. Bennet dismissed his comments. “Lizzy is always acting thus.” Mrs. Bennet screeched. “She had no consideration for my nerves.” She then continued down the vein of how handsome he was and ensuring she understood what a privilege he had bestowed on Elizabeth, and impressing upon Elizabeth to be appreciative of her good fortune in having him as a boyfriend.

Richard watched with great enjoyment as his cousin squirmed. He knew Darcy hated being the center of attention and therefore found Mrs. Bennet a source of great amusement, even if her voice was a bit loud and shrill. He exchanged amused looks with Darcy and Elizabeth whenever he could. Yes. Driving to Milwaukee had been an excellent idea! It appeared the issue of Sylvia had been resolved and now he would have entertainment during dinner.

Mr. Bennet was also watching the entertainment. Having only been introduced to the object of his favorite’s affections, he watched to see how the young man would bear under such attention. So far, he had to admit the man was handling it fairly well.

Jane, fortunately was sympathetic to Elizabeth. She and Charles had suffered the same fate only yesterday. The two sisters together tried desperately, though rather unsuccessfully to abate Mrs. Bennet. Jane’s attempt to change the subject was disastrous. “Mamma, Charles and I have decided on the flowers for the wedding today.”

At this, Mrs. Bennet realized she had been praising Darcy to the exclusion of Charles. Not wanting Charles to feel unappreciated, she spewed words of praise towards him. And, once again, bemoaned the fact that an October wedding would not give her nearly enough time to properly plan.

Unfortunately, the diversion did not last long. Mrs. Bennet was still too enamored with having William Darcy at her table and turned conversation his way again. “You know our Lizzy was almost engaged at one time,” she said suggestively. “But unfortunately the young man died before he could propose…”

Most of the members at the table nearly choked at the comment, and Elizabeth instantly paled. How dare she bring up Adrian! And in such a callous manner!

Jane immediately admonished her mother for such an unfeeling comment. Darcy looked at Elizabeth and smiled gently, and gave her a sympathetic squeeze of the hand.

Recovering, Elizabeth said quietly but harshly to her mother, “I have told William about Adrian. It is not your place to your place to discuss him!”

Elizabeth’s chastisement piqued Mr. Bennet’s interest. He knew Elizabeth was in love, but the fact that she had told the man about Adrian brought a new perspective to that notion. He knew what she had gone through when Adrian died and knew she also didn’t talk about him except to her closest friends. Their relationship was further along than he expected. It appeared he would have to have a chat with the young man.

Breaking the awkward silence, Mr. Bennet asked, “Mr. Darcy, Colonel, is it your intention to attend services and partake of Easter dinner with us tomorrow?”

Mrs. Bennet immediately voiced her opinion on the matter. “Oh yes! You both must stay! I have a rather good dinner planned. I believe it could even live up to your standards Mr. Darcy.” Elizabeth blushed, but Mrs. Bennet continued. “Frank, the Gardiners and the Phillips are all joining us. They would be most interested in meeting you.”

Elizabeth cringed. She knew her mother was hoping they would stay so she could brag about having William Darcy at Easter dinner. She wondered how many neighbors would unexpectedly show up as well.

Elizabeth and Darcy exchanged looks for a moment. Elizabeth knew Darcy shouldn’t be there and they already had a stolen afternoon. More was perhaps too risky. Not to mention she dreaded the thought of her Aunt Ellen Phillips meeting him. From the look on Darcy’s face, he had not anticipated staying overnight. A glance to Richard, who only shrugged, told the two of them he was deferring the decision to them.

Elizabeth said politely, “Mamma, you are putting them on the spot. William and Richard have been on the road, they may want to get home.”

Mrs. Bennet would hear none of it. She had William Darcy in her house and she was not going to pass up the opportunity to flaunt it. “Nonsense Lizzy! Our home is comfortable enough. Mr. Darcy can stay in the guest room and the colonel can stay in Kitty’s old room.” she said decidedly.

Elizabeth smiled sweetly. “Mamma, Charles is staying in Kitty’s room. But I will speak with them after dinner and I will let you know.” Internally she was cringing. The last thing she wanted was to subject either of them to the fawning of Aunt Ellen or the crass nature of Frank Braswell. At least Uncle and Aunt Gardiner will not embarrass me!

Lydia chimed in, batting her eyelashes at Richard. “Oh yes Colonel! It would be so pleasant if you could stay. I could show you my new Easter dress! It is yellow.”

Elizabeth was about to scold her when Richard returned, “I’m afraid Miss Lydia I am the mercy of my cousin. It is his decision.” Elizabeth snickered as she saw Lydia scrunch up her nose and pout.

By the time dinner was over, Elizabeth needed some fresh air. Mrs. Bennet had prevented Elizabeth from helping with dishes, insisting she needed to be with Darcy. Richard and Darcy joined her outside, happy to be out of ear shot of Mrs. Bennet.

Elizabeth brought out tea and coffee for everyone. Before taking a seat next to Darcy, she gave Richard a peck on the cheek. Richard flushed pink and looked wide eyed at Elizabeth and then Darcy. “Wha… what was that for?” he stuttered.

Elizabeth laughed and winked at Darcy. Moving her chair closer to Darcy she said, “William told me I owe you a thank you.”

Darcy felt a quick pang of jealousy at seeing Elizabeth kiss Richard. He dismissed it as ludicrous, realizing it was simply his own bane desires surfacing. Darcy teased, “Pink is not a flattering color for you Richard.”

By then, Richard had recovered to his usual jovial self. “Well, if all I have to do is punch Darcy to get a kiss, I’ll do it more often!” This earned him a laugh from everyone.

Jane and Charles then joined as Elizabeth began teasing Richard. “My little sister Cas? I didn’t think you were that desperate.” Darcy laughed and joined in. “A little young isn’t she?” Jane and Charles their smirks behind their hands.

Richard scowled and then in a gentlemanly tone said, “I am only indulging what she has initiated. Besides, someone has to entertain her while Mrs. Bennet sings Darcy’s and Charles’ praises.”

Everyone groaned. Sheepishly Elizabeth said, “I’m sorry William. I didn’t get a chance to warn you.” Darcy smiled humored and grabbed Elizabeth’s hand. “It’s alright love, it is only for twenty-four hours. You suffered my family for an entire week.” He couldn’t help the bitter tone when he said ‘my family’.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “You are staying then?” Darcy feigned being hurt. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” He flashed a toothy grin, causing Charles and Richard both to grimace. Knowing the next words that would come from Elizabeth’s mouth he said, “It’ll be alright. No one knows I’m here.” With a devilish look in his eye, he added, “Besides, I wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity to see you in your Easter dress.”

Elizabeth stuck out her tongue at him, causing everyone to laugh. “I don’t think you understand. My Aunt Ellen is worse than my mother; don’t be surprised if she hits on you!” She saw both men visibly cringe and added, “And Frank…” Her and Jane both shuddered involuntarily.

Richard squared his shoulders. “If word got out I backed down from two women, I’d be demoted!” Darcy laughed. “I have been thus warned my love. It will be fine.” He sealed his decision with a kiss.

Elizabeth shook her head. Darcy was being uncommonly affectionate in public, but having been parted for so long, she was enjoying it. “Very well. But you have been forewarned. I best go tell Mamma so she can make sleeping arrangements.”

While Elizabeth was helping with sleeping arrangements, Mr. Bennet joined the group on the back porch with his pipe. Mr. Bennet was a man well past his prime. He was a man of few words who had all but given up control of his house. His silver hair gave him a dignified look, contemplative looks, rather than merely an old curmudgeon. His humor was dry and satirical, and his primary source of amusement was his youngest daughter and his wife.

After sitting silently with them for a bit he said, “Mr. Darcy...”

“William.” Darcy countered. He ignored his cousin’s attempts not to snicker.

“William.” Mr. Bennet said with a small smirk. “It’s a pleasant night out. Has my Lizzy shown you around the place yet?”

Darcy suppressed his amusement at the man’s reference to his daughter as ‘my’. Clearly the man was demonstrating his claim on his daughter. Politely he said, “No she has not sir. But I would be delighted if you would do the honors.”

Mr. Bennet smiled and stood to leave. He was amused by Darcy’s conciliatory tone. Obviously the man was expecting such an encounter. The two headed towards the horse barn. “Do you like horses William?”

Darcy nodded. “I do sir. I have a few of my own at Pemberley, my place in upstate New York.”

Mr. Bennet nodded. “Yes. The place Jane and Lizzy visited over Christmas.”

Darcy nodded the affirmative.

“And do you train the horses yourself or have a stable hand?”

“Both.” Darcy replied. “Most of the horses my stable hand trains, but the horses I intend to ride myself I train personally.”

Mr. Bennet nodded. “So you do not trust others with the safety of your person?”

“I do sir,” He replied. “But the horses I ride tend to be more spirited and I would not endanger the well being of my stable hand. I also believe you learn a lot about the animal during training, which is beneficial for building a good relationship with it.”

Mr. Bennet nodded approvingly. “So you enjoy living on the edge?”

Darcy chuckled. “I prefer to look at it as mastering a challenge.”

Mr. Bennet nodded. “So when do you find time for these ‘challenges’? As a CEO you must be rather busy.”

Darcy smirked, knowing this conversation was not just about horses. “For what you really love, you can always find time for.”

Dispensing with the double talk, Mr. Bennet smiled and said. “My Lizzy is a fiercely independent and intelligent person. But I think that is what has endeared her to me. I am delighted to hear you enjoy a challenge for I know you will find that in her. I should warn you she is my favorite and I have a difficult time giving her up.”

Darcy was surprised by the statement but he did not let it show. A father’s favorite was not what he had expected, but how could Elizabeth not be everyone’s favorite? He mused, knowing Elizabeth, that Mr. Bennet would have little to say when the time came if Elizabeth had made up her mind. Nonetheless, he would want the man’s blessing. “Sir, I am aware of your daughter’s character and find it both challenging and refreshing. I was drawn to her by her witty and caring spirit.”

Mr. Bennet shrugged. “But William, what are your intentions with my daughter?”

Darcy started at the bluntness. “My intentions are honorable. I love your daughter very much sir and have only her happiness in mind.”

Bennet nodded. “And what of Colonel Fitzwilliam? I understand he is your cousin?”

Darcy smirked. “Yes sir. We have been close since we were boys. But I have the utmost respect for his friendship with Elizabeth. He helps me with that part of Elizabeth I have not figured out yet. I will not interfere.”

Mr. Bennet chuckled in satisfaction. Then, hoping to catch the young man off guard, he said. “Lizzy has informed me you two have some rather interesting obstacles to overcome.”

Darcy inhaled sharply, wondering what Elizabeth had mentioned to her father. Had she mentioned Sylvia? Recovering he said, “All relationships have obstacles sir. We have found our way past some of them, and I am confident we shall overcome any future ones.”

Mr. Bennet smiled. The man would not be trapped into divulging personal information. More is the pity. “A diplomatic response.”

Darcy countered, “But no less true.”

Mr. Bennet smiled and nodded. Yes. This man would suit Lizzy well. “Well, if you do decide to stay for Easter dinner, will you inform Lizzy the bigger air mattress is in the basement?” Even in the fading light Mr. Bennet could see the deep blush that suffused Darcy’s face and neck. With a hearty chuckle he gave Darcy a pat on the shoulder and headed off, leaving Darcy to return to the group on the patio.

Mr. Bennet went away satisfied with Elizabeth’s choice and was certain the couple would bring him a great deal of amusement. He could tell Darcy was a reserved man. Despite the amiable appearance, he could see the effort the man was putting into the conversations and it pleased him. He sincerely hoped the man would stay tomorrow. He was certain it would be entertaining.

While Darcy and her father spoke, Elizabeth sat nervously on the porch waiting. Jane and Charles had entered their own conversation, no doubt about the wedding and Lydia had availed herself yet again to Richard.

Elizabeth watched in amusement, and couldn’t help but think a let down for Lydia now and then was a good thing. She could tell by Richard’s manner he had no interest in the young girl. She attempted several times to temper Lydia, but it was not to be. She was certain Lydia had seen prestige in his title and money in that he was a Darcy relation. And of course Mrs. Bennet had done nothing to dissuade her daughter despite nearly fifteen years in age difference.

Having given up on Lydia, she returned her attention back to Darcy. She cringed at the idea of him being surrounded by her mother and Aunt Ellen. She decided that he would have his hands full tomorrow and didn’t need any other distraction. She would wait to tell him about the baby until they returned to Chicago.

She rubbed her stomach. Spaghetti was definitely not agreeing with her. She took a few deep breaths hoping it would calm her stomach, but it didn’t. So rather abruptly she headed for the bathroom, trying not to look too earnest about it.

Despite being closer to the downstairs bathroom, Elizabeth used the one upstairs closest to her room; it had less traffic and was therefore less likely to raise questions. After relieving herself, she sat for a few minutes to regain her composure. She smiled and rubbed her belly. “Alright you,” She said just above a whisper. “You need to cooperate with me. I have no intention in letting the world know about you just yet, so you stop whatever it is you’re doing in there that is making me sick. I promise I will tell your daddy about you soon. I don’t need any prodding from you.”

Darcy spent the night in the tree house with Elizabeth as Mr. Bennet suggested. Despite the embarrassment it had caused, they were happy Mr. Bennet had been so forthright with his expectations. The implied guilt was quickly overcome by their desire for some private time. When they saw the last of the lights go out in the house, Darcy wasted no time kissing Elizabeth until she was breathless. “I have been waiting for this all day.” He said rakishly.

“Only all day?” Elizabeth replied cheekily.

Darcy responded by fervently attacking the hollow of her neck, reveling in the taste of her. It was only moments before Elizabeth surrendered her body to him, pulling his further into hers. Hastily they removed impeding clothing, while letting out soft moans of desire. They loved each other, erasing the longing and loneliness of the recent weeks. It was heavenly being together again. How they managed to remain separated for so long was beyond either of them.

Afterwards, the two lay blissfully together; Elizabeth’s head was on Darcy’s shoulder, and she was gently stroking the hairs on his chest. They talked a little about the purchase and what it would mean for them, as well as how Elizabeth handling the time off. They discussed Elizabeth’s list of conditions for returning to work a little as well. Elizabeth was pleased to see her and Darcy agreed on most items. They were of course careful not to discuss specifics of the purchase.

They then returned to the topic of Sylvia. Despite the conversation earlier that day, there were still some questions that were plaguing Elizabeth. “William” she asked, snuggling up closer to him. “Do you think Sylvia meant it when she said she would leave us alone?”

Darcy shifted so he could look at Elizabeth. “She will leave me alone.” He said matter-of-factly. He knew Elizabeth had sensed his hesitation so he continued. “I’m not sure what she plans on doing about Gina.” At Elizabeth’s prompt he explained. “Sylvia and I were dating when my father died. My father died from cancer, and he was pretty sick for most of his last year. During this time Sylvia helped take care of Gina and the two became close. Gina was pretty upset when we broke up.”

Elizabeth took a deep breath, realizing what was he was going to say and finished for him. “Now that Sylvia has entered the picture again, Gina is going to be none to happy about losing her again.”

“Right.” Darcy said. “I’m expecting an angry phone call from her anytime now.”

Elizabeth rolled onto her back and threw her arm over her eyes in frustration. “And of course she’s going to blame me for it.” She said ruefully. Darcy moved closer to her and gently kissed her cheek. “Gina will get over it.” He whispered.

Elizabeth lay in silent contemplation; she didn’t share Darcy’s confidence. After several minutes of silence, Darcy asked, “What are you thinking love?”

Elizabeth sniggered. “I’m thinking no matter what Gina hates me.” She turned toward Darcy, her voice hot with frustration. “Either I say I don’t mind Sylvia hanging around and let Sylvia disparage me to Gina and …” She paused, not willing to voice the rest of that train of thought, but could not help the pain that pierced her heart. “Or I ask you both to keep your word and Sylvia keeps her distance and Gina hates me for taking away her friend.”

Darcy said nothing in response. He had no idea what to say. This was not a complication he had accounted for. After a few minutes he said, “Let’s deal with it when we have to. Its possible they have already made the decision we would prefer.”

Elizabeth sat up and rubbed her face. She knew there was no way she could make him choose between her and his sister. Abruptly she donned some clothes. “I need to get out of here.” She said in way of explanation. Darcy tried to stop her. “I need some time to think.” She bit back at his attempts to prevent her from leaving.

Darcy sat defeated and watched her leave. He rubbed his face in frustration. He had thought this was all going to be behind them. How could be so stupid to think it would be so easy? He hadn’t even considered Gina’s feelings in this. How could he be so stupid? And Selfish? It was supposed to be an issue between just the two of them. It appeared the past would continue to haunt them.

Elizabeth paced under the tree talking quietly to herself until exhaustion took over. She sat down at the base of the tree letting her head rest on her arms. She was tired but the thoughts would not relent. This was how Darcy found her. “Come back to bed love. We can figure this out next week.” He said softly, putting an arm around her shoulder.

Elizabeth leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed heavily. “William. What if Gina never likes me?” Darcy pulled her closer to him and kissed her on the forehead. “Then I will be heartily disappointed in her lack of taste.”

Elizabeth sniffed. “Such pretty words.”

Darcy kissed her head again. “Yes. But it is late and we can’t solve this tonight.” Grudgingly Elizabeth agreed. She knew Darcy was right. Nothing was going to be solved tonight. She would have to wait to see what happened.

That following morning Elizabeth woke early per her wont. Despite feeling exhausted constantly, it seemed her body would not break years of routine. And of course she woke up feeling sick. Unfortunately, Darcy’s side of the air mattress was over the door, something she hadn’t considered when she allowed Darcy to spend the night in the tree house with her. She laid back down hoping she could hold out a little longer. Or better yet, it would go away.

Feeling Elizabeth stir woke Darcy up, but he was in no hurry and was rather enjoying having Elizabeth next to him again. He wrapped his arm around her and snuggled up close to her. “What a wonderful way to wake up.” He murmured into her neck.

Elizabeth squealed at the feel of his lips tickling her neck. Teasingly she asked, “Does this mean you’re going to be build me a tree house at Pemberley?”

Darcy chuckled and kissed her tenderly on the lips. With his eyes alive with passion he said, “If you promise to repeat last night, certainly!”

Elizabeth flicked her eyebrows mischievously. “You mean pace underneath it for twenty minutes in a jealous fit?”

Darcy growled playfully, rolling on top of her. “Tease!”

Elizabeth’s nausea started to increase. She knew she was going have to get to the house soon. With a kiss on the cheek she said, “C’mon. If you want a hot shower we should get inside. First come, first serve you know.” She rolled him off her and sat up quickly. Her stomach churned wildly from the rapid motion. Unconsciously, her hand went to her stomach. She closed her eyes and took a slow deep breath.

Unfortunately this was not missed by Darcy. He asked very concerned, “Are you alright love?”

Elizabeth recovered and attempted to smile. “Yes. I’m fine. My stomach is just a little upset. C’mon.”

Easter services were everything Elizabeth expected. Mrs. Bennet proudly led Jane, who was on Charles’ arm, and Elizabeth, who was on Darcy’s arm through the church. As expected, she stopped frequently by acquaintances, introducing the couples, ensuring everyone knew who they were - much to the chagrin of Elizabeth and Jane. Mrs. Bennet even remembered to introduce Richard who was escorting both Mary and Lydia on a few of those occasions. The service was the similar to every Easter service Elizabeth remembered.

Not long after the service, guests started arriving at the Bennet house for Easter dinner.

The Bennet house that day was the perfect picture of domestic felicity. As if coming from the pages of June Cleaver, the women were all in the kitchen in Easter dresses with aprons on helping with different parts of the dinner. Elizabeth’s younger cousins were running in and out playing.

Much to Elizabeth and Jane’s chagrin, Mrs. Bennet of course let little time elapse before pointing out to other ladies the Aston Martin in the drive was Darcy’s and that he also owned a Mercedez Benz for during the winter. Nor did she fail to mention Charles’ house in Chicago, and Darcy’s three apartments, plus the one in London. Elizabeth was thankful though that Darcy had stayed with the men were in the living room. She wondered how he was faring under the likes of her Uncle Jeremy Phillips and Mr. Braswell.

Cloistered in the living room with the men, Darcy attempted friendly conversation. He smirked as he learned through different conversations that he was almost if not already engaged to Elizabeth. He was amused, but not offended; it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard and seen before. He was more secure in Elizabeth to take offense; he knew she wasn’t out for his money. However, the gossip did nothing to help curb his reticent nature.

Jeremy Phillips was a loud boisterous man who thought far too much of his own opinion, well founded or not. Darcy mused he enjoyed gossip almost as much Mrs. Bennet.

Frank Braswell, the Bennet farm hand was less opinionated than Mr. Phillips, but his subjects of interest seemed to be limited to tractor pulls, beer, hunting, and scantily clad women. Darcy mused he must be hard working and loyal, for he could find no other reason Mr. Bennet would continue to employ him.

Having little in common with either of the aforementioned gentlemen, Darcy was pleased to find suitable company in Mr. Bennet and Mr. Gardiner.

Edward Gardiner was a well mannered, kind elder man. Darcy was pleasantly surprised to learn he was an economics professor at University of Wisconsin in Madison. In an effort to ingratiate himself with another of Elizabeth’s relatives, Darcy offered to be a guest speaker at the University. This offer was gracefully accepted with genuine thanks by.

Dinner passed uneventfully, except for a few of the expected gauche comments by Mrs. Bennet, Aunt Ellen, and Mr. Braswell. Before long, the guests had left and a pleased Mr. and Mrs. Bennet was saying goodbye to her eldest two daughters.

Despite suggestions to the contrary, both Elizabeth and Darcy agreed it would be better to return to Chicago as they had left - separately. Darcy said he would call Elizabeth Wednesday afternoon. He anticipated his role in the purchase to be completed and informed her she should not make any plans for that night or the weekend. So it was that Darcy found him and Richard driving back to Chicago in the Aston Martin; Charles, Jane and Elizabeth followed not far behind in Charles’ car.

Chapter Twelve: Breaking News

Posted on Tuesday, 12 June 2007

The drive back to Chicago for Darcy and Richard was far too noisy for Darcy. Richard prattled on and on about Elizabeth’s family, relatives, and home. It wasn’t disparaging by any means – he simply enjoyed teasing Darcy. Darcy indulged his cousin in an effort to keep his mind off more disturbing thoughts – Sylvia and Gina, and Elizabeth.

Darcy left the Bennet home with more concerns than he hoped. His primary concern was Elizabeth. She had been rather dismissive about feeling ill that morning, but he had noticed small signs that she was worse off than she tried to let on. He noticed all she had for breakfast was a piece of toast – and had nearly turned green when the eggs were brought to the table. Even more telling was she had declined her usual morning coffee. He also noticed she didn’t eat much at dinner either. He thought she looked a little pale and tired towards the end of the day as well. Despite her assurances that nothing was amiss, he was still concerned, and thoughts of her being seriously ill filled the moments of silence.

“Can you do me a favor?” Darcy asked breaking the monotony of the road sounds during one particular period of silence.

Richard startled out of his daze. “Sure what’s up cuz?”

“Can you check on Elizabeth for me Monday or Tuesday? She wasn’t feeling well today. She said it was nothing but I’m not sure.”

Richard laughed at his friend’s concern. “Sure. I’ll give her a holler, but I’m sure you’re just over reacting. Liz has been sick maybe twice since I’ve known her. Probably just the stress from being at home. She’ll be fine.”

Darcy nodded but remained unconvinced.

Elizabeth’s ride home was exactly what she had hoped it would be – quiet. Jane and Charles talked as usual, but since their conversation did not require her attendance, it allowed for some much needed solitude.

For the first bit of the trip home she pondered the issue of Sylvia and Georgiana. She knew Darcy was right, they could solve nothing on their own. She knew the only way to change Georgiana’s opinion was to spend some time with her, perhaps a shopping trip or two. Certainly with the baby there would ample reasons to go shopping – and that was certainly something Georgiana liked to do. With summer coming up, it would be a good opportunity. She resolved to talk to Darcy about it.

She felt the fatigue of the weekend starting to take over and repositioned herself so she could sleep a little more comfortably. She surreptitiously massaged her stomach. Don’t worry little one. I’ll tell your daddy about you on Wednesday. You just behave until then. She said to herself. She then gave into exhaustion and drifted off to sleep with pleasant thoughts of Darcy; Darcy and her in the tree house, Darcy attending doctor visits with her, Darcy and her seeing their baby for the first time. She hoped he would be happy as she dreamed he would be.

Darcy stared at the paper in his hand. It was done. The I’s needed to be dotted and T’s crossed, but he would leave that to the lawyers. He called Elizabeth. Richard’s report of her had done little to calm his fears over her health. Richard had reported she had been sleeping when he called – in the middle of the afternoon; Elizabeth never took naps. With his role in the purchase completed, he could look after her himself now.

“It’s done.” Darcy declared over the phone. Elizabeth smiled. “Congratulations.” She said a little more sedately than she wanted to.

“We will work it all out later love. Right now I just want to see you.”

Elizabeth smiled, knowing he had known exactly what she was thinking. She loved him for it. She didn’t need to explain things to him she would have to explain to others.

“You come over here. I already have dinner made.” She giggled hearing the stunned silence on the other end. “I’ll be waiting.” She added in a suggestive tone.

Darcy looked over his desk and determined everything else could wait. He was already out of his chair when he hung up the phone with a quick, “I’ll be there in twenty.” Maybe there really wasn’t anything wrong with her.

Darcy arrived at Elizabeth’s fifteen minutes later and was greeted with a giggling embrace. After dropping his briefcase somewhere in the entry way, he picked Elizabeth up in his arms and carried her to the sofa – the only soft surface within sight. Hovering over her, he asked gently between kisses, “Are you feeling better?”

Elizabeth smiled invitingly. “I feel fine, but maybe you could improve on that.”

Darcy needed no further invitation and arduously kissed her lips, quickly moving to her neck and further down her body, removing impeding clothing on the way. He relished in the feeling of her hands in his hair and running down his back.

Sometime later, the two entered the kitchen for dinner. Dinner was simple – homemade chicken soup and paninis. Though she had just shown to be in fine spirits earlier, Darcy’s concern over Elizabeth health was raised again when he noticed all she was eating was soup, sans noodles.

“Elizabeth, are you alright?” He asked, watching her eat so intensely it made it her nervous.

“Uh, yeah, I’ll be fine.” She responded. How convenient it would be to tell a little white lie right about now. But

Darcy furrowed his brow. “Please tell me you’ve eaten more than that recently.”

Elizabeth smiled, “William, I’m fine. My stomach has been a little upset lately. That is all.”

Darcy’s alarm was growing. He tried to sound casual about it, hiding his concern in his sandwich. “Still? Have you seen a doctor about it?”

Elizabeth smirked. She could hear the disbelief in his voice. She had wanted to wait until after dinner to tell him but knew he was not going to relent. “Oh yes. I’ve seen a doctor.” She said with a hint of sarcasm.

“And…” he prompted, taking another bite of sandwich.

Elizabeth nervously played with her soup. Taking a deep breath said, “I was hoping to tell you this after, but if I don’t tell you now I think you’re going to have an ulcer before dinner is over.”

Darcy put down his sandwich, absently chewing the food in his mouth. He steeled himself for the worst. Suddenly dinner had the feeling of a prisoner’s last meal before execution.

Elizabeth started. “First, my upset stomach is perfectly normal and should go away in a few weeks.” Darcy eyed her carefully. Unconsciously he held his breath waiting for the anvil to drop, his mouth still half full. An upset stomach that doesn’t go away for a few weeks is not a good thing. It had to be something serious.

Elizabeth was no longer able to keep herself from smiling. “According to the doctor,” she said carefully, “What I have is morning sickness.” She paused. “William, I’m pregnant.” She watched as Darcy tried to comprehend her words.

Darcy’s brow knitted together tightly for a moment, as if she had spoken a foreign language and he was trying to understand her.

His silence made Elizabeth nervous. In an effort to steel herself for his rejection she started rambling. “I know we haven’t discussed kids William, heck we haven’t even thought about getting married. I’m not going to ask you for anything. I’m not trying to trap…”

Darcy failed to hear any of her ramblings. He was still trying to comprehend her initial words. He sat frozen except for rapidly blinking eyes. After a few moments, the breath he was holding was expelled. He swallowed whatever was in his mouth in a single gulp as a broad smile slowly crept across his face. “PPPregnant?” He asked incredulously, interrupting her ramblings. “A… A baby?” he stuttered.

Elizabeth nodded. Nervously, she started talking again, faster than before. “I know we weren’t expecting this, and certainly this isn’t planned, and the timing is…”

Darcy stood in front of her, a broad smile on his face. He placed both hands on her shoulder. He examined her face searching for the hint of a tease, but couldn’t find one. “I’m going to be a father?” At Elizabeth’s nod, Darcy couldn’t help but throw his arms around her nearly crushing her. He pulled back to look at her again, “I’m going to be a father!” He threw his head back and laughed. He was beyond words. He placed a big kiss on her forehead. “Oh my sweet Elizabeth!” he laughed. “Of course I want this baby! I want a whole brood of them!”

Elizabeth laughed.

It was Darcy’s turn to start rambling. “But how? I mean we were careful…”

Elizabeth shrugged.

“You’re sure?” He asked, still in disbelief.

Elizabeth nodded.

Darcy returned to his chair. He feebly attempted to eat the remainder of dinner but found it a difficult task since his mouth wouldn’t let go of the smile long enough. He repeatedly looked at Elizabeth in disbelief. She was carrying his child; he was going to be a father! “How soon?” he asked.

Elizabeth laughed at his impatience. She was certain that if it were up to him, the baby would be born tomorrow. “Last week the doctor said I was in about week seven, so about eight weeks. The due date is December 10.”

Darcy chuckled again and nodded, the smile never leaving his face. “A Christmas baby huh?”

Elizabeth couldn’t help but join in his mirth. There was so much to figure out yet, but for the moment, they were going to pretend that their lives were not complicated, and enjoy the news of the new life they had created. Darcy’s reaction was everything she had hoped for. She had hoped he would be excited about it, but was also prepared for the other alternative. This was so much better than what she had imagined.

Deciding dinner was not going to be finished, Darcy start cleaning up. “How long have you known?”

Elizabeth winced slightly and smiled sheepishly. “I found out just before Easter.” Quickly she added in explanation. “I didn’t want to tell you then because you had enough to deal with then and I want to keep it between us for a while.”

Darcy pondered her words for a moment. He was at first upset she hadn’t told him earlier, but then the second half of her statement struck him. Crest fallen, he asked “So I can’t tell anyone yet?”

Elizabeth pressed a kiss to his lips. “I want to wait a while longer. It’s still very early.” In a warning tone she added, “No one at the office can find out yet!”

Darcy thought for a moment and realizing the wisdom in it capitulated.

“Not even Jane and Charles?” He childishly begged. He knew of all the people they would keep it a secret. He couldn’t wait to share the news with Georgiana and Richard though! Nay, the whole world! When Elizabeth returned a look he knew brokered no argument, he pouted.

“What should we name it?” He asked, determined to do something about the baby tonight.

Elizabeth threw her head back in laughter. “William, we don’t even know if it’s a girl or a boy.” Darcy acceded. He felt helpless and hated that feeling more than anything.

Realizing he was simply being excited and impatient Elizabeth slipped into her bedroom before joining Darcy in the living room. She returned with two books she had recently purchased. She gave him the one called, ‘The Expectant Father.’ “If you want to do something, read this.” She said.

Darcy smiled proudly at the book title, as if it had been written just for him. He then looked enviously at the other book in her hand. “You can read this one after I’m done with it.” She said.

Darcy nodded and flipped through his book. After a brief perusal, he started reading the book ignoring Elizabeth. He was a man of action and more than anything wanted to start making this news a reality.

Elizabeth laughed and pulled the book from Darcy’s hands. “Read it later.” She said as she placed herself next to him. Darcy pulled her close to him, letting her rest against him. “Have I told you I love you?” He whispered into her ear.

“Not today you haven’t.” she responded cheekily.

“I love you Elizabeth Bennet.” He whispered, placing a kiss on her neck. “I love you so very much. And I love our baby.”

The following morning Elizabeth woke a little later than usual. After relieving her stomach, she stumbled to the kitchen, drawn by the aroma of coffee. She laughed quietly to herself when she saw Darcy sitting in the living room with the book she had given him last night. From what she could see he was already half way through.

Slightly more awake now, she swore under her breath at the enticing smell of coffee, knowing she could have any. After making some tea, she settled into the chair next to him. “Did you sleep at all last night or just read?”

Darcy grinned. “I woke pretty early and didn’t want to disturb you.” Sheepishly he asked, “You’re pregnant right? I didn’t dream it?”

Elizabeth laughed heartily. “The bathroom can very much attest to the fact that I’m still pregnant.” She rubbed her stomach, still feeling the remnants of morning sickness.

Darcy grimaced. “Is the morning sickness that bad?”

Elizabeth cocked her head. “Not at all, so long as you enjoy throwing up every morning and after every meal. If only I was anorexic I would be more pleased with the situation.”

Darcy put down the book and wrapped his arms around her. He gently rubbed her stomach. “Does this help?”

Elizabeth smiled and said petulantly. “Yes.”

She watched enviously as Darcy took a sip of coffee. “Lucky bastard.” She murmured under her breath, too quiet for Darcy to hear.

The two enjoyed their breakfast together. Elizabeth had her usual breakfast of peppermint tea and dry toast. Darcy had some toast with peanut butter after Elizabeth warned him the smell of eggs made her nauseous.

They turned the conversation towards work. The deal would be in contract phase for the next week or so and ownership would officially transfer no later than June 1, though full access to Longbourn would be provided to PMB staff starting May 5. They talked about the settlement terms and based on the purchase price, Elizabeth learned she would be making a fair amount of money off the purchase based on the stock she owned. Surprisingly, PMB was going to keep a majority of the executive staff, including Elizabeth. Layoffs were inevitable, and would be determined after a reorganization, which Darcy anticipated the major parts being completed August.

They talked about Elizabeth’s return to work. They both anticipated that would happen next week, which was later confirmed by a phone call from Elizabeth’s COO. They also discussed Elizabeth’s terms for working at PMB. Darcy agreed to the majority of Elizabeth’s terms and conditions with some adjustments, mainly, they would not go out of their way to hide their relationship – but would also not flaunt it. It would be a fine line, but both were certain they could work it out. Darcy also agreed to let Elizabeth meet PMB’s COO to discuss the situation prior to her officially joining the company.

Overall, it was a productive morning – but sooner than either of them had wanted, Darcy was off to the office. Despite his protests, Elizabeth made him leave the book at her place. She was not risking someone at the office finding it.

The last thing discussed that morning was the usual trip out to Pemberley over Memorial Day weekend. They would invite Charles and Jane, hoping the invite didn’t invite Caroline, and of course Richard and Georgiana. Darcy was anxious to have Elizabeth see Pemberley in spring and Elizabeth was more than happy to spend a weekend with him.

An evil grin crossed the face of the blond man leisurely sitting on the bus bench across for Elizabeth’s apartment complex. For the last week he had been watching that apartment complex looking for signs his plan would work. He was beginning to have doubts earlier in the week, but now there was a new ray of light. After seeing a tall, dark haired man enter the complex more than once this past weekend, it appeared his work would be fruitful. Now he just had to put his plan into action. The timing couldn’t be better either. His funds were running low and he needed to replenish them before returning to his outfit. It would certainly be a lucrative R&R.

“Did you get the picture I asked for?” the blonde man asked over the phone.

“Yes. What are you going to do with it?” Came the nervous reply.

“None of your business. You’ll get your pay.” Quipped the blonde one. “Just send it to me.”

“Gina!” Darcy answered the phone, sounding a little more cheerful than he actually felt. The truth of the matter was he was uncertain how he felt about the conversation. He would tread carefully until he knew Gina’s demeanor.

“William. How dare you leave me alone all weekend with Aunt Margaret!” Came a high pitched voice through the phone.

Darcy was taken aback. He pulled the receiver from his ear, staring at it without recognition. “I thought you liked Aunt Margaret.” Darcy said slowly. He heard Georgiana sniff on the other end.

“She was insufferable this weekend William! And it is your fault!”

Darcy snorted. “I take it she didn’t appreciate my abrupt departure.”

“Of course she didn’t!” She quipped. “And neither did I. Now start explaining.”

Darcy heaved a silent sigh. “Gina, she had no business inviting Sylvia to Easter dinner. The sooner people realize Sylvia and I were a thing of the past the better.” Georgiana’s silence told him she had understood that everyone included her. He knew from the moment she saw Sylvia again she had a small hope they would get back together.

Finally Georgiana spoke again. “So you’re still seeing Elizabeth?” Her voice was cautious, with a hint of disappointment.

“Give her a chance Gina.” He replied. He thought his tone was a little pleading, but he really did want the two of them to at least get along – especially now.

Georgiana sighed. “Alright Will. If she means that much to you.”

Darcy smiled for the first time during the conversation. “I love her Gina.” And she’s having my baby! He wanted to yell.

After another pause, Gina asked. “So does this mean Sylvia and I can’t be friends anymore?”

Darcy sat up in chair. “Have you talked to her since Easter?”

“No.” Came the quiet response. “But she said I could call her if you said it was alright.”

Darcy sighed and rolled his eyes. Sylvia took the easy way out. She had left it up to him to be the bad guy. He could hear the disappointment and pleading in Georgiana’s voice. “Gina, do what you want, but don’t get any false hope. As I told Sylvia, we will never get back together. But if you decide to call her, will you do something for me?”

“Sure.” Georgiana said. Darcy could hear the sudden lift in her voice.

“Will you at least give Elizabeth a chance? And remember that Sylvia’s opinion of her is going to be biased?”

“Alright Will. I’ll give your Elizabeth a chance. She wasn’t so bad over New Years.”

Changing the subject, Darcy asked, “So how soon is school out?”

“Um, May 15. I was going to return to Chicago with you after Pemberley.” Georgiana replied.

Darcy smiled. “That would be great! See you then.”

Darcy sat in his office staring up at the ceiling, a broad smile on his face. He was going to be father! The news had been unexpected to be sure, but no less welcomed. He smiled affectionately at his remembrances of Georgiana when she was just a young girl. How he had teased her! But even then he dearly loved to hear her little laugh, and secretly loved the way she would follow him around. This was so much better though! This was his child! He would have all those joys without the jealousy or necessity to fight for parental approval.

His vivid imagination pictured him and Elizabeth walking with their young son toddling between them along the paths of Pemberely. Yes. Elizabeth would make a wonderful mother. He chuckled to himself as he pictured the three of them playing in the snow together, and playing on the beach. He would have to argue with both of them now when it was time to go. He wasn’t sure he was strong enough to fight two pouting mouths, but he was looking forward to trying.

His brow creased as remembrances of his own mother came to his mind. No. Elizabeth would not be like his mother. She would not abandon her son. Nor would he be like his father, strict and unbending. He would teach his son to appreciate what he was born to, but give him the freedom to choose his own path. And he would not drive Elizabeth away.

Darcy shook his head from his reverie and returned it to the computer screen in front of him. There was so much to do, but as Elizabeth said, there was plenty of time.

Elizabeth greeted the day in much the same way as she had every other morning for the last couple weeks – in the bathroom. But today was different. It was the last day of her forced vacation. Tomorrow she would return to work! There would be a lot to do as she had been gone a whole month. She would undoubtedly have to travel to the plants soon, but hopefully she could put that off until next week. She eagerly anticipated greeting Anne again and looking over the status reports. It would be good to back.

Feeling a little restless, she decided to visit the Art Institute. She had always enjoyed visiting it, but rarely did; the work day didn’t permit time and the weekends were always very crowded.

She went through the Impressionists area, taking time to examine her favorites. For the most part, she didn’t care for the Impressionism era. She knew admitting to such a thing was rather unorthodox, but she was never one to follow convention for the sake of convention. She visited the few paintings she really did enjoy; most of them by Auguste Renoir. She loved the way he was seemed to be able to capture the spirit of his subjects. She was particular fond of the way he captured their emotions in their eyes.

She stood in front of the painting of his daughter, ‘Child in a White Dress’ and felt sting of tears prick her eyes. The girl was so small, so innocent. She had an overwhelming urge to pick the girl up and coddle her in lap, protect her from any of life’s cruelties. Absently she rubbed her stomach and felt her heart swell. Damn hormones!

Noticing the time, she made her way to favorite exhibit, the replica of the Chicago Stock Exchange. It was getting late the museum would be closing soon and she didn’t want to leave without visiting it. The place was off the main way so had very few visitors – but also took a few minutes to get to.

Elizabeth entered the room. It was completely empty. She sat in the middle of the room and closed her eyes, envisioning the room as it would be back then, people yelling, stock prices being written and erased and re-written, the gavel pounding to indicate a sale or purchase being completed. She loved this place. She could almost feel the ghosts would have once filled the original room. She felt a certain reverence here; it was a sort of church for her.

Her eyes flew open at the sound of a familiarly menacing voice. “Miss Elizabeth” it drawled.

Chapter Thirteen: Extortion

Posted on Saturday, 16 June 2007

The nurse looked at the figure lying on the gurney being hurriedly wheeled in by the paramedics. There was something oddly familiar about her face but she couldn’t place it. She stared at it again and again, looking only to avoid oncoming obstacles. Perhaps it was the swelling red cheek that was throwing her off. She listened to the paramedics as they rattled off the vitality statistics.

“Any idea of her name?” the nurse asked.

“ID near her said Bennet. Elizabeth Bennet,” replied the paramedic.

The nurse’s eyes went wide in recognition. Bennet! She did know the girl, if only through pictures! She followed the gurney into the emergency room where it was met by a medical team. Seeing that she was being tended to she left for nurse’s station.

“Jane! A female named Elizabeth Bennet was brought into the ER.” Jane felt her stomach fall to the floor. “Brown hair, around 30 years?” Jane asked frantically into the phone. At the nurse’s confirmation, Jane hung up the phone and flew down the stairs to the ER, donning a hospital gown on her way.

It only took her a glance behind the curtain for her to ascertain it was Elizabeth. She rushed to Elizabeth’s side talking frantically until the attendings told her to leave with little more information than when she arrived. She decided on a different venue for information. Distraught, she searched the waiting room for the familiar blue uniform of a paramedic but to no avail. Finally she directed to a police officer who was waiting to interview the victim.

“She was found unconscious in the Art Institute.” The officer said. “There were no witnesses and we haven’t had a chance to review the security tapes. From the looks of it, it was a random robbery. Perp only took jewelry and her cash. We’ll need to speak with her when she wakes up.” The casual demeanor of the officer irritated Jane, but she had more important things to do.

Reeling from the most recent information, Jane sat down in the nearest chair before her unsteady legs gave way. “Charles!” she cried into her phone. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. “Elizabeth was just brought into the emergency room here at St. Lawrence.”

Charles gripped the phone harder. Instinctively he asked, “Is she alright?”

Jane replied, feeling her voice starting to give way, “I… I don’t know… She’s unconscious.”

Without waiting for further explanation Charles said in an uncharacteristic commanding voice, “I’m on my way. I’ll call Darcy.”

Two minutes later Charles was in the car racing towards the hospital, one eye on the road, the other on his cell phone as he dialed Darcy.

“Charles! What an unexpected surprise.” Darcy answered in an eerily cheerful voice.

Grimly, and with no other introduction, Charles responded, “Jane called. Elizabeth was just brought into St. Lawrence’s emergency room.”

Darcy’s suddenly felt the room go still and the air in his chest was stuck. “I’m on my way,” he said rotely. Elizabeth. Emergency room. St. Lawrence. The words did not belong strung together, and yet that was what Charles had said. It took him another minute to get his body to respond to his commands, but when it did he shot out of his chair like a cannon. Grabbing his briefcase with no consideration for its contents, he strode purposefully out of the office. “I’m out of the office until further notice. Emergencies only.” He called to Monica on his way out of the building. He did not wait for a response or did not hear it if she did respond. It was all he could do not to sprint out the door.

By the time Darcy had reached the hospital, he had conjured the worst possible scenario – Elizabeth calling for him and not finding him; Elizabeth dying without him being able to say goodbye; Elizabeth struggling valiantly to hold on to the baby the carried. He cursed himself for not having asked Charles for more information. He gripped the steering wheel harder and willed traffic to move faster, not realizing he was already speeding at 75 miles per hour. It seemed like an eternity before the hospital came into view.

He entered the waiting room of the emergency room, his wilding searching for Jane and Charles. He felt a brief respite from his anxiety when he saw Jane talking calmly with a doctor. Not waiting for introductions, he strode over to them, catching part of the conversation.

“…unconscious, but woke up not long ago.” The doctor was saying. As he saw Darcy approach the doctor looked him over and then to Jane. Jane intervened. “It’s alright, he’s family,” she lied, know it would be better than trying to get Darcy restrained at the moment.

The doctor eyed him suspiciously but knowing Jane he proceeded. “Aside from a few bruises and a concussion, she should be fine. She’s suffering from the normal effects of a concussion though – headache, sensitivity to light, dizziness. We’ll keep her overnight for observation, but she should be able to go home tomorrow.”

Darcy said nothing for a moment, waiting for news about the baby. When the doctor said nothing he figured he must have missed that part. The doctor said Elizabeth was awake, he would ask her.

Jane nodded. The lump of relief in her throat temporarily prevented her from talking. She was grateful to hear Darcy ask, “Can we go see her?”

“They are moving her up to a room right now.” The doctor replied. “The officer wants to interview her first, but then you can see her.” Darcy heaved a sigh.

Darcy watched Jane walk in one direction and the doctor in the other. He was torn between the two, but in the end concern won out. He strode quickly after the doctor. “William Darcy.” He said in way of introduction. After shaking the doctor’s hand he asked in a hushed tone, “Elizabeth Bennet… she’s uh… is the baby alright?”

The doctor smiled and nodded. “Elizabeth asked I not say anything about it, but seeing as you know. Yes, its fine.”

Darcy expelled a breath of relief. The doctor’s statement had said more than his previous ones. The baby was alright, and Elizabeth was lucid enough to ask the doctor to maintain their secret. She would be alright. Feeling a little more at ease, he headed back to where he had seen Charles.

The burly man behind the bulletproof glass looked over the earrings carefully, eyeing the blond man who shifted nervously in front of him. “These are stolen,” he said flatly.

The blond man narrowed his eyes. “Prove it.” He spat out, anxiously rapping his fingers on the counter.

“$30 dollars for the pair.” The burly man offered.

“$100” the blond man countered. “The rubies are real, I assure you.”

The man behind the counter inspected the stones more carefully. They were certainly higher quality than what he normally received. The color was dark and the stones large. “$60, take it or leave it.”

A nod from the blond man indicated his agreement. With the cash he had taken and money from the jewelry, it would be barely enough for a hotel for another night, and it would take longer than that to execute his plan. He needed more money. People were waiting for it. People who held no opposition to inflicting pain were waiting for it. He thought carefully, absently jingling the keys in his pocket. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and examined them. A sly smile came across his face. He wasn’t sure what made him take it, but for once Providence was smiling in his direction.

By the time Elizabeth was moved to her room and had finished detailing to the police what had happened, she was exhausted and was giving into sleep.

After a brief conversation with the police officer Jane and Charles entered her room.

Darcy lagged behind just a moment to collect himself. The information the officer relayed made his blood boil and he knew he could not see Elizabeth in that condition. With a recomposing deep breath, he made his way to Elizabeth’s bedside.

Jane was already there, gently stroking her hand; Charles was standing behind her.

The sight of Elizabeth lying quietly on the bed cooled his blood further and an overwhelming feeling of protectiveness filled him. He gently kissed her hand. Looking down at it in his, he noticed for the first time how small it was. He gave no thought to appearances. All he knew was Elizabeth was hurt. “Elizabeth my sweet. I’m here.” He whispered gently.

He was rewarded by seeing Elizabeth briefly open her eyes and attempt a small smile. “William.” She mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

Darcy felt tears sting his eyes. She had never looked or sounded so frail and vulnerable. Her cheek was red and swollen and there was a bandage wrapped around her head. He noticed a few bruises along her chin and neck. Conflicting emotions coursed through his body. He wanted to strangle Wickham for hurting her, and at the same time fought the urge to take her in his arms and comfort her. He leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose, the only place he saw that wouldn’t hurt her. “Just rest sweetheart. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He said through a strained voice.

As Elizabeth slept, Darcy, Jane and Charles talked quietly about what the police officer had told them. Darcy hadn’t failed to notice Jane’s shocked look of recognition when the officer revealed Elizabeth’s assailant was George Wickham.

“How do you know George Wickham?” Darcy asked Jane. Seeing Elizabeth’s steady breathing, indicating her slumber, Darcy allowed his anger to overtake his being. His eyes became dark and brooding, and his jaw was set hard as the damage the man had done to his Elizabeth burned into his memory.

“I have never met him. I only heard of him from Lizzy. My mother introduced them over Thanksgiving. Lizzy said it was nothing but apparently he thought there was more to it.” Jane replied, her eyes glued to her sister’s sleeping form.

When Darcy said nothing, Jane looked over at him. He was staring at nothing in particular. In the dimness of the room, he looked particularly menacing, his dark eyes brooding under his deep brow. Guessing where his thoughts were, Jane defended her sister and mother in a strong firm voice. “Darcy, she never cheated on you, and my mother knew nothing about you then.”

Darcy’s eyes flashed up at Jane. Recognizing the admonishment, he blushed slightly. Apparently he hadn’t been able to conceal his thoughts as well as he thought. Taking Jane’s reproach to heart, he pushed out such insecure thoughts. Jane was right. Elizabeth wasn’t like that. Still, what she was doing with George, or what he was doing with her plagued his mind. Hardly anyone knew they were dating around Thanksgiving – certainly not the public. And if George knew about them, why did he wait so long to take action? Could it be mere coincidence? Perhaps George’s actions weren’t an act of revenge on Darcy? Darcy dropped his head into his free hand. He wanted answers, he wanted them now, but knew none would come until Elizabeth was awake again.

He pressed another kiss to Elizabeth’s hand and allowed himself to reflect on how different things were six months ago. Then they had a tentative understanding at best. No commitments, no expectations they had agreed upon. Now, she was carrying his child and he could not imagine a future without her. He fought the urge to place a hand on her stomach, knowing such an action would betray their secret. He knew he would not be able to feel anything, but knowing his child was growing just below his hand always warmed his heart. His future looked so different now. It was a future with Elizabeth and his child! The thoughts sobered him. He needed to secure that future. He needed propose to her and marry her. That would require asking her father’s permission, and under the circumstances that would not be easy.

“Jane, did you call your father?” Darcy asked, hoping his voice didn’t betray where his thoughts had been.

Jane nodded. “He’s going to come down tomorrow.”

Darcy nodded. There was a lot he needed to do between now and then. Kissing Elizabeth’s hand one more time, he picked up his briefcase and pulled the bed table next to him. There were phone calls to make and preparation for tomorrow. It was getting late, but it felt good to be able to do something than just sit and wait for Elizabeth to wake. He was content to know her injuries would heal and vowed he would do everything in his power to ensure it would never happen again.

The first person he called was Richard - both to inform him about Elizabeth, and get advice on how to proceed now that Wickham had entered the fray. It could be mere coincidence but could he afford that risk? And he didn’t want to alarm Georgiana unnecessarily.

As expected, Richard was furious and it had taken Darcy several minutes to convince him to wait until tomorrow to visit Elizabeth. Never had Darcy witnessed such fierce protectiveness from Richard save for Georgiana. He thought he should be disturbed by it, but he had seen the two of them together enough to know better. They had both referred to each other as brother and sister, and he could see the truth behind those statements. And in the depths of his heart, he was happy to know he had such a staunch ally.

Richard had agreed with Darcy on all points. He didn’t like the coincidence of Wickham and agreed that Georgiana needed to be warned, as did the house staff. Darcy had hoped Richard would assure him he was being too protective and paranoid, but Richard’s agreement with him increased his anxiety.

After speaking with Richard, he called Georgiana. He hated to alarm her but they had grown up understanding these types of threats were possible. Thankfully, there were very few incidents and all of them thus far had turned out to be nothing but idle threats. He and Georgiana had never learned of them until after the threat had passed.

Georgiana received the news with amazing equanimity. She surprised further Darcy by showing great concern for Elizabeth. While Georgiana recognized the threat, she did however insist on delaying the use of a bodyguard. Darcy reluctantly agreed, provided that she answered her cell phone without fail, if he or Richard called, and she checked in with them at least once per day. He had not received a direct threat against her and the purpose in targeting Elizabeth had not been fully determined. Darcy continued to feel uneasy, but hung up the phone feeling somewhat rest assured that in a few short weeks she would be in Chicago with him, and he could keep a better eye on her.

Darcy was making notes for tomorrow when Richard called and informed him Elizabeth’s assault had made the local news. The report thus far only stated that ‘a young woman was brutally attacked at the Art Institute and was taken to St. Lawrence Hospital.’ With a groan, Darcy made a few more notes and a few phone calls. He knew the wolves could only be held at bay for so long and when Elizabeth’s identity was released, a press conference would be required.

Darcy put a phone call into Monica, his public relations officer, his head of security, his attorney, as well as the Art Institute’s President and Public Relations Director, and the Chicago police chief. He would meet with all of them tomorrow.

It was late at night when Darcy finally completed all that he could night. Charles and Jane had gone home and he was alone with his thoughts. Darcy eyed the roll away bed in Elizabeth’s room, but the proximity to Elizabeth made the chair more inviting. He slumped into the chair and caressed her hand. He gazed at the sleeping form wishing for a way to make everything better. He was tempted to crawl into bed next to her, wrap her in his arms and never let her out.

Sleep eluded Darcy. It may have been his inability to find a comfortable position, or simply thoughts would not quit racing through his mind. He was mentally going through his extensive list of connections and a plan for seeing Wickham captured when a groggy Elizabeth moaned, “William?”

Darcy started at the sound of her voice. Leaning closer to her and placing a hand on her forehead he said whispered, “I’m here my sweet. I’m here.”

Elizabeth wanly attempted a smile. She let out a soft sigh, feeling Darcy’s hand take hers.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?” He asked.

“My head hurts.” she groaned.

He kissed it gently. “I know my love. Try and rest though.”

After a few comforting words, Elizabeth again surrendered to sleep. Twice more the scenario played out; Elizabeth would wake and after determining she was not alone, she promptly returned to sleep.

The following morning, Elizabeth was looking a little better. The swelling in her cheek was subsiding and she was more alert. She woke to see Darcy slumped in a chair beside her. She had intended to attempt more sleep herself when the side effects of her delicate condition surfaced.

“William.” Elizabeth groaned loudly. Darcy startled awake. “I’m going to be sick.” She muttered.

Darcy looked around the room frantically after calling for a nurse. He was relieved to find a bedpan nearby that Elizabeth threw up in. He tried his best to comfort her, wrapping his arm around her as she whimpered from the pain in her head. What cruelty to suffer the ailment of morning sickness along with a concussion!

The nurse removed the bed pan and continued some ministrations to clean her up.

The throbbing in Elizabeth’s head made her only vaugly aware of what was going on around her.

At Darcy’s request, the nurse retrieved some apple juice and crackers. The juice and crackers seemed to work wonders and by the time Richard arrived in the morning Elizabeth was a lethargic version of her usual self. Her head continued to hurt and she felt dizzy if she sat up unsupported for too long, but was alert enough to carry on conversations coherently.

Richard entered the room with two cups of coffee and muffins, which was gratefully accepted by Darcy.

“Cas!” Elizabeth weakly exclaimed, surprised to see him.

Richard looked over Elizabeth and shook his head. “Jesus Liz.” Looking at Darcy again, he took in his cousin’s haggard appearance. The man had not shaven, his clothes were untucked and wrinkled and there were dark circles under his eye. Only understanding it had been a long night, he decided to keep the atmosphere light.

“Liz,” he said a little too cheerfully, “I told you not to go around criticizing modern art too loudly.”

Elizabeth laughed and then grimaced in pain as her head began to throb again. “A ball with the word Yes engraved on it is not art, it’s a ball.” Elizabeth quipped back.

Darcy now a little more alert said, “Can you tell us what happened sweetheart? The police weren’t terribly forth coming with details.”

Elizabeth related everything she had told the officer. “It was George Wickham.” She started. “Apparently I should have gone to Pemberley last Thanksgiving because that is when I met him.” She continued to tell them how she met George, the meeting in Chicago, the time George showed up at her apartment, and the phone calls. She then gave them details about assault that she had relayed to the police officer. She ended by saying, “I’m sorry William. I didn’t tell you about him because I didn’t want you to get angry over nothing. I thought I could just get rid of him by changing my number.”

When she was finished Elizabeth lay against the pillows tired, but eerily calm. She closed her eyes for a moment and then took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes she looked around for the reaction of the others. By outward appearances, she was composed and collected, without a trace of emotion on her face. However, those around her knew her better and could see the light in her eyes had faded and she was but a shell of a person.

Unbeknownst to either man sitting next to her, Elizabeth reacted this way before. She had the same look in her eyes for a long time after Adrian died; she had simply shut down. She kept all of her emotions inside and kept herself insulted behind a brick wall. By all appearances she was fine and was simply a very strong woman. Elizabeth had become a master at displaying that since she felt it vital to her career.

Darcy and Richard sat silently fuming. “He best hope the police find him first.” Richard ground out through gritted teeth. Darcy affirmed Richard’s statement with a grunt.

Suddenly remembering something new Elizabeth said looking at Darcy, “He told me to give you a message. He said tell Darcy, ‘An executive for an executive…’ What did he mean?”

All eyes turned to Darcy. Elizabeth looked at him with confusion; Richard’s look was one of alarm. It took a few minutes for Darcy to regain his composure. He wanted blood, Wickham’s blood! After calming himself, he gave Elizabeth a half smile. “You look tired my sweet. It’s a long story, but I will tell you about it later.”

Feeling spent, Elizabeth didn’t argue. She nestled back into her pillow and closed her eyes. “Later then.” She said as a soft sigh.

The afternoon brought Mr. Bennet to the hospital, accompanied by Jane. Elizabeth was asleep when they arrived, and Darcy was talking in hushed tones with his head of security and the Chicago Police Chief, and his attorney. Darcy greeted Mr. Bennet, introduced him to the other visitors, and then let him alone with his daughters.

Mr. Bennet greeted his favorite with his usual quiet concern. Jane had apprised her father of everything that had happened on their way to the hospital, sparing Elizabeth the necessity to retell her tale. Elizabeth, Jane and Mr. Bennet talked in hushed tones. “Can you take me home yet? Aside from a headache and a little dizziness, I’m fine.” Elizabeth asked Jane.

Jane looked exasperated at her sister. “Lizzy, not until the doctors say. You have a concussion.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “But all I do here is sleep. I can do that in the comfort of my own bed.”

Jane patted her sister’s hand. “We can talk to the doctor.”

After concluding his discussion with his head of security and the police chief, Darcy returned to Elizabeth’s side. After placing a kiss on her hand he addressed Mr. Bennet. “Sir, I do not know how long you plan to remain in Chicago, but I would like to offer you a room at my place, for as long as you need.” A sparkle in Elizabeth’s eyes indicated her happiness at Darcy’s attempt to ingratiate himself with her father; Thomas smiled amusedly. The boy was not even attempting to veil his intentions, and yet made the offer without false modesty. “I would not wish to impose on you. I can stay at Lizzy’s or Jane’s.”

Darcy insisted. “It would not be any trouble. I have plenty of rooms. Elizabeth will be staying with me while she recovers as well.” Seeing Elizabeth’s surprised face, he added by way of explanation, “I have a house staff so she can be tended to around the clock. While Elizabeth rests, I have a pool table and fairly extensive library at your disposal.”

Thomas smiled at the man’s attempt to get into his good graces. “It would appear I am at a disadvantage here.” Looking at Elizabeth slyly he said, “Apparently someone has told you of my appreciation for a good book.”

Maintaining a neutral but respectful demeanor, Darcy replied. “Not at all. Elizabeth merely stated she took after you, and I assumed she acquired her love of reading from you.” Mr. Bennet nodded. “Very well, I accept your offer.” Darcy smiled inwardly. He would need all the brownie points he could get.

Looking to Jane he said, “You are certainly welcome as well, though I think Charles may voice an objection.” Jane blushed. “He is expecting me this evening, after Elizabeth is settled.”

Late that afternoon, a package arrived Darcy had been expecting via courier from Monica. Darcy moved to a corner of Elizabeth’s room while he examined the contents, so as not to interrupt the conversation between the Bennets. He was surprised to find a smaller envelope accompany the expected material. He opened the envelope. Examining the contents, his hands began to tremble even before he read the note. The first two items he saw was a picture of Georgiana at school practicing the harp, and a picture of Elizabeth at the farmer’s market. The accompanying note made his blood freeze in his veins.

William Darcy,

By now you’ve received my little message from Miss Elizabeth.

My but her lips are sweet!

How will the great William Darcy be in two places at once?

Do you really think you can keep both of them from me forever?

GW.

Darcy’s breathing became quick and shallow. It was his worst nightmare! He reread the note several times, surreptitiously glancing at Elizabeth. He heard his heart pounding in ears. He willed himself to wake up, but found he was already awake. He swallowed hard several times.

When he regained himself, he threw himself out of the chair and stormed out of Elizabeth’s room. Safely out of view of Elizabeth and her family, he began pacing, rubbing his chin in fury. Based on the photos Wickham had somehow followed both of them. He didn’t want to alarm Elizabeth any further, or Georgiana - but this was a threat he couldn’t ignore.

Suddenly it struck him and he leaned against the closest wall to steady himself. Wickham’s assault on Elizabeth had only been a warning! The next time would be worse! He felt physically ill at the thought. He felt his limbs trembling as horrible images flashed before his eyes. He shook his head pushing out thoughts of what could have been and what he would do next time. He huffed loudly. There will not be a next time! He had failed them once, it would not happen again!

Determined, he had paced himself in a calmer, steadier demeanor. He called first his head of security, telling him of the threat, and then he called Richard who agreed to show up at his place that night. The last call he made was to Georgiana, assuring himself she was safe. Finally, he made arrangements for Elizabeth’s discharge. He needed Elizabeth safe, and in a more controlled environment.

After seeing Mr. Bennet was suitably entertained in his library, and Elizabeth safely absconded in bed, Richard and Darcy settled into Darcy’s study.

“How is Liz?” Richard asked.

Darcy shrugged. “As well as can be expected.”

Richard nodded, noticing his cousin’s distraction. “So what’s the urgency?”

After pouring two tall glasses of brandy, Darcy handed Richard the note and pictures he received. After giving a Richard a minute to digest the contents he said, “This is my worst nightmare Richard.” He rubbed his tired face with his hands. Muffled by his hands, Darcy continued. “My chief of security is in the process of lining up bodyguards for Gina, and one for Elizabeth for when she goes back to work.” He took a drink of the brandy which fortified him. “I don’t know how he plans on contacting me, but I’m certain its money he wants.”

Richard paced the study mulling over what he knew, absently swirling his brandy. “Does Liz know about this yet?” At Darcy’s shake of the head he added, “She needs to know.”

Darcy rested his head against the back of his chair. The lack of sleep and the heightened anxiety was wearing on his body. “I know. I didn’t want to say anything until there was some protection in place. I will tell her tomorrow morning. Along with her father.”

Richard nodded.

“I need your opinion.” Darcy said, rubbing the bridge between his eyes. “Knowing what you know about Wickham, are Jane or the other Bennets in danger?”

Richard settled himself in a chair, thoughtfully nursing the brandy in his hand. After a few minutes of contemplation he said, “I don’t think so. You’re not married or engaged so targeting the other family members would be little inducement for you to pay. You’re his target, not Liz. And between Liz and Gina, he has enough.”

Darcy nodded. He felt a small amount of relief from his cousin’s analysis. At least that was one less group of people he needed to worry about. Nonetheless, he knew he needed to inform Mr. Bennet of the situation at least to put him on his guard. Darcy drained half his glass of brandy.

The two sat in quiet contemplation of the last twenty four hours, and the coming few days.

Richard spoke, “Liz isn’t going to take kindly to having a bodyguard.”

Darcy nodded, staring at the amber liquid in his hand. “I know. Gina isn’t either, but they have no choice.” After a pause he said, “I’m not hoping in light of recent events they won’t be too resistant.” Darcy stood and began pacing. His thoughts remained on Elizabeth. He had come too close to losing her, to losing the baby. He couldn’t afford to take any chances. He knew she often worked long hours, sometimes staying at the office until well after dark. Not to mention traveling. He had to hope Elizabeth would understand. He would have to make her understand.

“Gina’s almost done with the semester, but I was thinking about flying her here tomorrow or the next day. At least if they are both here we’ll know where Wickham will be.” Darcy asked his cousin for his opinion with a look.

Richard traced the rim of his glass with finger. “Gina really isn’t going to like that - but I think you’re right. Need me to pick her up?”

Darcy nodded. “I’d appreciate it. I’m going to be working out of the house until Elizabeth is feeling better.”

Richard smirked and shook his head. His cousin was most certainly off the marriage mart now. He just wondered how long it would be before the two were engaged. He stood to leave, placing a comforting hand on Darcy’s shoulders he said, “Get some rest my friend. You won’t do either of them any good without it. And you only need to ask if there is anything else I can do.”

The next morning Darcy awoke later than usual to a hard object pressing into his back. The last twenty four hours had given him little opportunity to sleep, and he was less than enthused at being woken in such an uncomfortable manner. He rolled over to identify the offending object and was met with a mass of brown hair he knew hid Elizabeth’s face.

He repositioned himself to cuddle her closer to him. His movements, though gentle, however woke her. She looked up at him as child caught taking candy. “What are you doing here love?” Darcy asked in a humored, soft voice.

Elizabeth buried her head further into his chest. “I… I… was scared.” She whispered into his chest. She felt herself blush, embarrassed by the notion.

Darcy closed his eyes realizing the new damage Wickham had inflicted on her. “Scared of being alone?” He asked to confirm his suspicions. He felt Elizabeth nod and wrapped her in a tight embrace. He kissed her hair. “Nothing can hurt you here my sweet.”

“I know.” Elizabeth murmured demurely. “But I was alone… and it was dark…” She looked up Darcy, her eyes big and pleading.

Darcy took a cleansing breath, trying to keep his anger in check. He knew if Elizabeth sensed it she would think it was directed at her. “You can sleep here anytime you want sweetheart. I just didn’t want to disturb your rest.” He replied, hoping he sounded as calm as he wanted to. He was rewarded with a tiny smile and felt Elizabeth relax against him.

He moved his hand down to her stomach and caressed it. “You seem to be getting a little thicker here.” Darcy said, changing the subject to something more pleasant for both of them. “How soon before I can feel our baby?”

Elizabeth smiled brightly and brought one of her hands to join his. “Not for a while, though it probably means I’m going to start showing.”

Darcy couldn’t help the large grin that showed. “Good, cause then I’m going tell the world.”

Rather abruptly he felt Elizabeth crawling over him and heading towards his bathroom. He threw his arm across his face as he heard her relieving her morning sickness. With a sigh, he threw himself out of bed and went to assist her, which meant merely bringing her a towel and a cup of water.

Aside from the morning sickness, Elizabeth was feeling pretty good. She still had a headache, and felt dizzy if she moved too quickly, but it was manageable. The headache was now a dull constant ache, rather than the intense throbbing. Looking in the mirror she could see the swelling of her cheek was almost gone as well and thankfully it appeared the bruising would be minimal.

After dressing, the two made their way to the breakfast area, where they were greeted by Mr. Bennet.

Mr. Bennet was pleased to see Elizabeth moving without assistance, unlike yesterday. He received assurances that she was doing better. He was further encouraged listening to her argue with Darcy over when she would be returning to work. Though knowing his daughter as he did, he continued to study her for signs of ailment; she tended to try to hide any maladies. He was surprised by the soft glow to her, raising new suspicions.

He turned his attention to Darcy and watched amusedly as the young man made his way around in the kitchen making breakfast for his daughter.

Darcy served Elizabeth her breakfast of her usual breakfast of dry toast and tea and juice, while Mrs. Swanson made up pancakes for him and Mr. Bennet. The three ate breakfast in near silence, each reading a section of the paper.

Near the conclusion of breakfast Darcy took a large gulp of juice and then said, “Elizabeth, are you feeling well enough to talk?”

The food and juice had perked Elizabeth up and she nodded. At the cue, Mr. Bennet folded up the paper he was reading as well, and directed his attention to Darcy.

Darcy closed his eyes and take a deep breath.

“Is this about George?” she asked.

Darcy nodded. “You wanted to know what the message George gave you meant…”

Mr. Bennet sat back in his chair curious as to the new developments.

“George’s father was the CFO at PMB for many years.” Darcy explained. “When my father took ill, George’s father took over a lot of the responsibility in running the company. I was busy taking care of Gina and him and learning to run the company myself.” Darcy raked his hand through his hair. “After my father died I began looking at the company books and realized George’s father had been embezzling money. Of course, I immediately had him dismissed and was going to press criminal charges. However, George’s father killed himself before formal charges could be filed.” Darcy nodded acknowledging the look of surprise in both Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth and then continued. “George of course blamed me for his father’s death, saying the charges were false. He filed a wrongful death suit against me and lost. He then vowed he would get his due. It has been years since I had heard from him.”

Elizabeth gasped as she realized what the message meant. “He… he means to…” She looked wide-eyed at Darcy for confirmation.

Darcy nodded and heaved another deep breath. “There’s more.” He said stoically. He saw Elizabeth swallow and her hand go to her stomach. Mr. Bennet shifted in his seat. Darcy could see the signs of concern and he thought he even saw a flicker of anger in the old man’s eyes.

Darcy took Elizabeth’s hand, gently caressing it. Looking first to Elizabeth and then to Mr. Bennet said, “I received a threat yesterday from George against Elizabeth and Gina.”

Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide and her breath started coming in small pants. “What does he want?” She asked, dismayed her voice was no more than a whisper.

“He wants money.” Darcy spat out. “I just don’t know how much yet. I suspect he has been living off what his father stole from the company and has run out, expecting I should finance the rest of his life.”

Elizabeth nodded slowly. “Extortion.”

Mr. Bennet chimed in, “Why Lizzy?”

Darcy closed his eyes for a moment. “He saw enough of the press coverage of Elizabeth and I together. He knows me enough to know I’d protect my girlfriend.”

Mr. Bennet nodded. “So what happens now?” His tone was sharp and protective.

Darcy straightened up in his chair. “I’ve already met with my chief of security. When Elizabeth goes back to work, she’s have a personal bodyguard - until we find Wickham. Gina will be coming to Chicago tomorrow and will have one as well.”

“And yourself?” Mr. Bennet asked.

Darcy replied dryly, “I sign the checks.” Mr. Bennet nodded in understanding.

Darcy then continued to explain his meeting with the Chicago Police department, the hiring of two private detectives to track down Wickham. He also told them of the press conference tomorrow to try and flush Wickham out or at least force him to act sooner rather than later. “The press release is going to be by the Art Institute’s head of public relations. I’m going to be there, as is Georgiana. We want Wickham to know we’re all in Chicago. Elizabeth does not need to be there, and for obvious health reasons should not be. There will not be a reward offer for his head, yet.”

Darcy finished. “Mr. Bennet. I do not believe the rest of your family is in any danger, but I thought you should be made aware of the entire situation since it involves your daughter. If you feel you are in danger, you only need to say the word and I will provide additional security.” He added in a gravely serious tone, “I will do everything in my power to protect your daughter.”

Mr. Bennet shook his head slowly. He was impressed by all the Darcy had already done and he could see that Darcy’s concern for Elizabeth was genuine. He knew Darcy would keep his word. “I will inform Mrs. Bennet to contact the authorities immediately if that blackguard is found on our doorstep again.” He added ruefully. “Though she is not one to listen to me, so I shall have to return home sooner than I had hoped.”

Mr. Bennet looked at his daughter again, a mixture of emotions flowing through him. Feeling the need to lighten the mood, he gave into wry sense of humor. He couldn’t resist the chance to make the young man squirm a little. “William,” Mr. Bennet said, after taking a sip of coffee. “If my daughter is a target because of her relationship with you, wouldn’t it be safer for her to publicly cut ties with you?”

Elizabeth and Darcy both looked to Mr. Bennet, eyes wide in shock. “No!” Darcy blurted out in a knee-jerk reaction. Mr. Bennet repressed the urge to laugh out loud by wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Darcy regained his senses and attempted a more composed reaction. “I don’t think Wickham would believe it, and any attempt to make the story believable would only put Elizabeth in more danger.”

Mr. Bennet retorted, “But Lizzy could stay with us or her aunt and uncle in Madison.”

Elizabeth piped in, “Dad, I have to go to work.”

Darcy took a slow deep breath. There was no way he was letting Mr. Bennet take Elizabeth away from him right now! Father or not! “Mr. Bennet, George’s threat was also against my sister, who lives in New York currently. Proximity from me is not a deterrent. And not having contact with Elizabeth would make it more difficult to ensure her safety.”

Mr. Bennet steepled his fingers and let them rest on his stomach. “But if she were to have a bodyguard, as you planned, would not the combination create a more formidable obstacle?”

Darcy’s patience was running thin. “Sir, distance between the targets creates a larger search area. It will make it more difficult to track Wickham down.”

Mr. Bennet shot back, “But my first concern is my daughter’s safety and well being.”

Elizabeth put in rather forcefully, “Dad. I’m not going back to Milwaukee or to Madison. I’m staying here, and I’m going to work.” She looked pointedly at Darcy, making a statement to their previous argument.

Mr. Bennet looked intently first at Elizabeth and then to Darcy. “Very well.” Mr. Bennet smiled to himself as he saw Darcy’s shoulders relax.

Stoically Darcy said, “Mr. Bennet, I WILL keep your daughter safe.”

Mr. Bennet let a smirk cross his face. He looked at Elizabeth. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to come back home?”

Elizabeth shook her head and took Darcy’s hand. “No Dad. I’m staying here.”

Mr. Bennet had had his share of amusement from the two. Ready to move on to another topic he said, “Very well.” After a short pause he looked at Darcy and said. “Then I suppose I should ask when you plan to make an honest woman of my daughter.”

The other two sets of eyes at the table jerked to him once again and then each other, causing Mr. Bennet to chuckle.

Elizabeth stuttered, “Wha… What do you mean dad?”

Mr. Bennet smirked. “Dry toast, apple juice, and that was peppermint tea right?”

Darcy sat slack jawed staring at Elizabeth. Elizabeth swallowed. Never one to lie, Elizabeth groped for an explanation. “It’s… It’s…”

Mr. Bennet finished. “It’s what your mother had for breakfast when she suffered from morning sickness.”

Both Elizabeth and Darcy turned scarlet. Elizabeth could feel the tips of her ears burning. “How… I mean…” Darcy cleared his throat and squeezed Elizabeth hand. He mustered all the calm and respect he could. “You are correct sir. Elizabeth is carrying my child.” Elizabeth added. “We haven’t told anyone else. I wanted to keep it a secret a little longer. But how did you know?”

Mr. Bennet smirked. “Your mother had five children. I know the signs of pregnancy.” Then he added sounding serious. “My question still stands.” Before Darcy could answer, Elizabeth replied looking sternly at her father. “IF William and I decided to get married, it will be when I am ready and not before.” Elizabeth ignored the quizzical look Darcy had given her and stared down her father.

Mr. Bennet sighed and shook his head. He knew well that determined look from her. “Well Lizzy, you are both old enough to know what you are doing. And, I know better than to argue with you when you get that look. But I do hope you’ll both consider it.”

Elizabeth smiled and kissed her father on the cheek. “We will dad.” Returning to her seat she said, “Please don’t tell anyone else yet.”

Darcy let out a big slow sigh of relief. That had gone far better than he expected. He still had all of his body parts and was not staring down the barrel of a shotgun.

Mr. Bennet chuckled. “You mean, don’t tell your mother yet.”

Elizabeth blushed slightly. “Right.”

Mr. Bennet nodded. “Yes. I have listened to enough of her effusions over Jane’s wedding. I do not think I am ready for the ones over a grandchild yet.”

Elizabeth and Darcy laughed. Elizabeth starting to feel tired again, rose from the table. “How long are you staying dad?”

Mr. Bennet smiled and looking at Darcy approvingly said, “It seems your William has everything under control. But I’m enjoying the solitude, so if it’s alright, I’d like to stay until tomorrow.”

Darcy smiled. “Of course sir. You are welcome anytime, for as long as you wish.”

Elizabeth kissed her father on the cheek again. “I need to go lie down again.”

Before Elizabeth left, Mr. Bennet added. “Lizzy, you should call Mary as well. She was very concerned, but your mother wouldn’t let her leave on account of her nerves.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Thanks Dad. I’ll call her later.”

Jane and Charles stopped by Elizabeth’s apartment to pick up a few things Elizabeth had requested on their way to Darcy’s. Jane pulled out the list of items to be retrieved, assigning a few to Charles. Happily talking they entered the apartment.

They both froze at the sight in front of them, staring open mouthed at the carnage that was supposed to be Elizabeth’s apartment. Jane checked the number on the apartment, as if they could have entered the wrong apartment.

Jane knew Elizabeth’s apartment had always had stacks papers and piles of stuff lying around, but there was only one explanation for what they saw.

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