AN: This is my first Pride and Prejudice fanfic, I really hope you like it. Please read and review it; reviews really help me to understand whether or not you like my style of writing and my stories! Read and enjoy! xx
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Summer Night Dreams At Pemberley!
Mr Darcy could not help but allow the corners of his mouth to turn slightly upwards as the carriage approached Pemberley. For undoubtedly more than three hours, he had thought of nothing nor anybody else but Elizabeth. He imagined the playful smile on her precious lips and the sparkle in her intriguingly beautiful eyes.
Mr Darcy had been attending to a somewhat dreary matter in London. A matter in which, sadly, his wife, Elizabeth, was unable to either help or accompany her husband.
The carriage jolted and came to a stop. Mr Darcy heard his man-servant jump to the ground and walk around to open the door. Mr Darcy picked up his bag and straightened the expensive clothes on his person.
His man-servant bowed slightly as Mr Darcy quitted the carriage and nodded at him.
His joyous mood lessened when he realised Elizabeth was not waiting for his carriage at the door of Pemberley, but he did not allow the feeling of disappointment to completely overcome him, as he ventured down the front pathway.
Suddenly, the world went dark, and Mr Darcy felt cold, sweaty palms being pressed hard over his eyes. They were not of the smooth milky skin that Elizabeth's hands were and Mr Darcy felt most confused.
"Mr Darcy, how pleasant." A cold, composed voice came, as the world became again visible to Mr Darcy, and he turned around to face Miss Bingley. "Miss Bennet-"
"Do you mean Mrs Darcy?" Mr Darcy interjected, coldly.
"Of course." Miss Bingley said, with a tone so hard and cold, that it could surely kill. "Mrs Darcy said that you were not expected until Thursday. It is only Saturday."
"I am well aware of the day, Miss Bingley. Speaking of Lizzy, is she about?"
Miss Bingley opened her sharp mouth to reply, but as she did so, Elizabeth stepped smugly out from behind a tree.
"Lizzy," Mr Darcy smiled, "come hither, let us walk, for it has been far too long since I last felt the pure silkiness of your hands and a century must have passed since I last heard your smooth, sweet voice."
"I feel obliged, Mr Darcy, to allow you to lead me by my hand, since it is I who must do your bidding, as I have married thee."
"Miss Bingley, do excuse us; my wife and I have matters to discuss."
Miss Bingley nodded and boarded her coach. It was still unclear to Mr Darcy what she had been doing there at all.
"So, Lizzy, would you tell me for what reason we had the pleasure of having Miss Bingley here?" Mr Darcy asked Elizabeth, as they walked through the grounds.
"Oh, husband, was it not extremely obvious?"
"No, it was unclear to me." Mr Darcy replied. Elizabeth smiled.
"She was here primarily to convey a message from my sister and your friend. Also, I think, to examine you."
"To examine me?"
"Yes. It was uncannily clear to me, that she was here to see whether you were happy in this marriage."
"Ah, uncannily clear to you, perhaps, but to those of us not blessed with such sharp and cunning minds, the situation was not so evident, my dear Lizzy."
"Oh, Mr Darcy!" Mrs Darcy mocked surprise. "There was once a time when such a compliment would never have graced your conceited lips."
"Mrs Darcy, your harsh words, though they speak of times passed, do sprinkle my heart with guilt and pain."
"I am so sorry, for I thought not, before I spoke. My tongue, as you know, can sometimes be far too sharp."
"Sharp in its choice of words it may be, but soft, if I remember correctly, yes, soft on my own. Oh Elizabeth, I have missed you. Come, let me hold you."
She embraced him. He leant in to kiss her and they kissed with such heart and passion. As they broke away, Mr Darcy pushed a loose strand of hair from Elizabeth's delicate face.
"Husband, I have something to tell you."
"Oh? Well hesitate no more, my dear, speak whatever you will; I am thrilled to hear you have news!"
"I do not hesitate, dear husband, I only wonder if there is a delicate and decent way to put my good news."
"In that case, Lizzy, do not rush your thoughts; I feel that the subject on which you wish to converse must indeed be either very important or very delicate."
"Important it most definitely is." Lizzy wholeheartedly agreed.
"Is it Miss Bingley's message from your sister and my friend?"
"No, it is not, Mr Darcy."
"Do not tease me so, Lizzy. Please do tell me what it is you find so fascinating."
"I am with child!" Elizabeth said, happily.
"Oh, Lizzy that is excellent news. We must celebrate! We shall have a ball, to which everybody we know will be invited."
"Oh, I shall love that! As will my younger sisters!"
"To whom have you spoken of your good news?"
"Our good news, Mr Darcy!" She corrected. "I have told no one. I thought it proper to tell you first."
"This news is the most wonderful I have heard for such a long time! What was Miss Bingley's message?"
"Ah yes. They are to have a ball in a fortnight, to which we have been invited."
"How quaint. When shall we have ours? In a month's time?"
"That sounds appropriate."
"I have never had a ball before now. I have, of course, attended many and hosted many dinner parties. Obviously, we had the wedding and the reception, but apart from that I have never hosted a ball."
"Nor have I, Mr Darcy, so I dare say we will have a wonderful time organising the whole affair!"
"I am so excited about the new born child. I am certain that he or she will be the most beautiful child in the world."
They walked to the lake and Elizabeth lay down next to her spouse, where the sun danced merrily on their faces, reflecting the jovial mood which they were both enjoying. They fell asleep and dreamed peacefully of balls and babies, to be woken only by the sound of the frogs, croaking in the beautiful lake under the summer night's starry sky.
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