With two days left Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy were busy with plans for theirs and the future Mr. and Mrs. Bingley's double wedding. Darcy couldn't wait to hold the charming Ms. Eliza Bennet in his arms, in their own home, and have the great honor of calling her "his".
He was sitting in one of Netherfield's many drawing rooms waiting for an appearance from the love of his life. He heard the oh-so-familiar footsteps but they were followed by two pairs of unfamiliar ones. Darcy stood in anticipation.
Lizzie's smile was forced, and Darcy knew there was something weighing on her mind.
"Darcy… Darling… I have some people I want you to meet." Elizabeth shyly motioned to someone outside the door. Two children came in both too timid to meet his eyes. "Kids I would like you to meet Mr. Darcy, my fiancé. Darling, this is Jack and Annie."
"I can't believe it's really you," Annie spoke first, "Oh, Jack, I so hope we get to keep this clue!"
"Clue?" Darcy speculated. Annie suddenly became very shy and Jack took over. Jack explained everything to Elizabeth and Darcy as they patiently sat and listened.
"… And for our last clue we are suppose to get a picture of you two with us."
"Don't you mean a painting," Elizabeth questioned.
"No," Annie chimed, "A picture." Jack started to search his backpack and he pulled out his camera. It was like no other contraption Darcy had ever seen.
"What on earth is that," Elizabeth jumped. Both Jack and Annie were baffled by the scene. Jack explanation the process that they were to do, in order to get the clue they needed. Although the process was quick and painless, both Darcy and Lizzie were both frightened and fascinated by the instant photo that appeared. Jack was embarrassed by the fact that two sophisticated adults didn't know what or how to work a camera. But Jack had to laugh when Darcy insisted about getting one for Lizzie and him.
When Jack handed them the picture Darcy put it in his jacket pocket, and then bid the children good-bye. When Lizzie made her way back to the room Darcy pulled the picture out of his pocket. Lizzie smiled at it in which Darcy and herself were looking at each other and smiling at each other.
"I love you Mr. Darcy," Lizzie said as she stepped closer to him. He quickly gathered her in his arms and threw away all propriety.
"And I love you, my darling," He whispered before his lips met hers.
The End