Something new I'm trying, since you all like my Anne Darcy one. Don't worry. I'm still writing that one! Tell me what you think of this.

Note: Charlotte is a few years older than our Fitzwilliam Darcy. She is thirty, he is twenty-eight!

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Chapter 1

James Darcy rolled over in his bed to find his wife still asleep. Today was a special day, in which his son was to be married to one Miss Elizabeth Bennet, the best and dearest friend to his own wife Charlotte.

He smiled as his young wife stirred in his arms. "Good morning dearest. Today is a good day." She grinned as he kissed her cheek.

She sighed and rested her head on her husband as a smile broke across her face.

"Who would have thought that a vacation to a small country estate to soothe a rift between father and son, could lead to such life-changing events."

"You never have told me what you were fighting about."

Darcy chuckled, "my son is so much like me, that it is a wonder we are not in a tiff all the time."

"I think he will be happy with Eliza."

"I am sure. She will make a consummate Mistress of Pemberley. She has proven herself by being able to handle my son." He laughed.

"It takes strong women to handle the Darcy men."

"And you the strongest."

"I fear that is not so. I fear your son is far more temperamental than you, my dear. And Elizabeth is far more capable of handling that then I."

"Very well wife, you win," he chuckled. "Are you truly happy?"

"If I were happier, I would think something wrong with me," she giggled, and rose from the bed. "Though it will be odd to be a mother-in-law to my dearest friend."

"Has she said anything about it?"

"No. I doubt she will though. Elizabeth is very outspoken, but only when it comes to Fitzwilliam it seems lately."

"Has he told her that she will be mistress as soon as they return from their honeymoon?"

"I am sure. But I doubt she will mention it to me. She finds our situation awkward, and she does not want to take anything away from me."

"Nonsense. She is far from intruding. My son and I decided long ago, the day he married, would be the day he took over Pemberley. I for one will be glad of the respite, for I get to enjoy my young bride, more thoroughly."

Charlotte giggled. "And Georgiana."

"Yes my daughter as well. In fact, I think you have become such a mother figure to her, she hardly needs her father anymore."

"Do not appear so distressed," she teased. "She is at a trying age. And I must say. She and Elizabeth have become linked,"

"Two peas in a pod, as they say," he chuckled. "Well I am glad."

"We must be getting ready, James. Fitzwilliam will want you with him, and I must attend Georgiana."

"And Bingley." James rose from bed. "I feel I have gained another son from this whole affair too."

"Bingley and Jane are perfectly suited for one another, you will admit."

"I will not deny that either," he laughed. "But whoever thought a double-wedding would be a good thing today, has never been in the groom's chamber before. I not only get to comfort one groom, but two. Tis hardly fair, you must see that."

"I think, you will survive." Charlotte Darcy nee Lucas rang for her maid. "I shall see you at the service, where you will be on your best behavior."

Darcy feigned shock. "When am I not."

Laughing she shook her head as she went into her chambers.

James Darcy was a patient man, but, this was agonizing. He tried to be understanding, for he had not a year ago been in the same position as his son, in this exact chamber. But his son was far more nervous than he had been. Perhaps because this was his first marriage, and not the second as it had been for himself.

"Son," James tried getting his son's attention who was currently pacing beside an even more anxious Charles Bingley. "Charles." His attempts were in vain. "Fitzwilliam. Charles. You must sit. You are wearing a hole in the carpet, I'm sure."

They stopped for a little bit to just stare at him, clearly his words had gone over their heads. Then they began pacing again when James heard a knock at the door. "Papa?" It was Georgiana.

He went to the door and answered it, before stepping into the hall to talk to his daughter. "What is it, my dear?"

"I wanted you to give this to brother, to give to Elizabeth." She placed her mother's engagement ring in her father's palm."

"Your mother's ring." James was shocked. "Georgiana, that is yours. I am sure he wants you to have it."

She shook her head, her blonde curls bouncing along her face. "I want Elizabeth to have it. She is my sister, and will be Mistress. I love her, and I want her to have this connection with mother."

"My dear girl. Are you sure?" His fifteen year old was wise beyond her years.

"Very. Besides. When I am to marry, I would hope my husband would give me something of import from his own family," she giggled.

He bent to kiss her head. "Thank you dear one." He saw Charlotte behind her now, and he wrapped his arms around both his women. "See that you keep Charlotte company," he teased. "I hear she gets misty at weddings."

"Mr. Darcy!" Charlotte exclaimed as Georgiana giggled. Charlotte led her daughter away. It still felt foreign to Charlotte that she was actually a mother. For even at thirty she was still quite young, and only a few years older than her son. And while she hoped for children of her own some day, she was quite content with her role as confidant to Georgiana, and sometimes even Fitzwilliam, especially when it came to Elizabeth.

Georgiana took to her easily, Fitzwilliam, not quite so. Though he was happy that his father found happiness, he was still astounded that it was with a woman who was merely 2 years older than himself.

"I gave him my mother's ring for Fitzwilliam to give to Lizzie," Georgiana's young voice was timid. "I hope she likes it."

"I am sure she will, my dear. Let us finish getting you ready."

"Oh yes! The wedding!" Georgiana clapped and raced to her room, leaving a laughing Charlotte to follow in her wake.