This is a fanfiction based of the works of Jane Austin's "Pride and Prejudice." I use cannon characters/pairings. I have also taken some ideas from a few published tributes, such as: The "Fitzwilliam Darcy, Gentleman" series and, "Mr. Darcy's Diary". I do not own Pride and Prejudice nor the characters within it.

It had been a fortnight since the newly married Mr. and Mrs. Darcy had bid farewell to the Pemberley estate as they departed to Rome to embark on their romantic honeymoon. Never had the town of Derbyshire seen such a lavish wedding ceremony as was publicly displayed when the Bennett and Darcy families had combined as one. A gentle peace had fallen upon Pemberley as it awaited its master, and new found mistress, with none but it's servants to fill the vast halls. It had only been a night prior when Fitzwilliam Darcy, and Elizabeth Bennett-Darcy, had returned to a welcoming staff with several new bundles from Italy, most of which had been forced gifts from Darcy to his new bride, and joyful stories.

After the night's slumber, Lizzie sat silently before the fireplace as she contently sipped her tea. Thoughts ran wild through her mind as if they were butterflies fluttering about in the sun-kissed sky daring to be tamed.

The past year had been a wild ride, she had to admit. When the Bingley party, accompanied by Mr. Darcy, had purchased the Neatherfield estate, never had Elizabeth dreamed that she would one day be married to the proud, contentious, snotty man that was Mr. Darcy; however, against all odds, he had fallen for her and it was through their love that she realized the fault in her judgments. Her opinion, of course, had changed drastically since their first meeting. Never had Lizzie met such a loyal, loving, and gentle man that was her companion. She sighed with a satisfied grin upon her face. It was almost as if she was living a fairytale.

"Ah, Mrs. Darcy," came a voice from behind her armchair, snapping her out of her reverie. "Pray, accept my heartfelt apology. Startling you was not my intention."

"Not at all, Mr. Darcy." Lizzie replied with a sly grin. Darcy knelt before his wife and placed her tender hands in his before pressing his lips to them.

"I thought I was the late riser," she snickered. "It seems as if we have reversed roles."

"Well, if you will permit me to be so daring, I must admit that last nights activities required quite a bit of recovery." Elizabeth blushed promptly at his words. She was not yet accustomed to having quite an intimate relationship with another, let alone talk freely of such activities.

"You evil man!" cried she, noticing the victory dancing in his eyes. "You mean to startle me with such bold words! You take pleasure in my discomfort!"

"On the contrary," Darcy quickly countered, unwilling to upset his beloved. "I take pleasure in your joy, and feel pain as strongly as ever was felt when I see sadness amongst your fine eyes. From the moment you accepted my hand it has been my life goal to please you." He raised from his kneeling position to plant a gentle kiss upon Lizzie's forehead before taking his seat next to her.

"So, how are you feeling this fine morning, my love? Have you grown a hunger yet? Shall I beckon Fredrick to begin serving breakfast in the dining room?"

"I would much prefer a simple breakfast here before the fire."

"As you wish, but you must face your destiny sooner or later." Darcy teased.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You will have no choice but to eventually take your rightful place at the dining table aside me as the mistress of Pemberley." It was impossible to disguise the pride laced in his tone. Darcy had all but forgotten what it was like to have a mistress at Pemberley. Admittedly, after his mother had passed, he hadn't made marriage a priority, but he couldn't deny the warmth he felt when he thought of a mistress at Pemberley once again.

"I haven't the slightest objection to taking my, "rightful place", as you refer to it. If it wasn't so grand and daunting, I would be sitting there awaiting my breakfast as we speak. You have to remember, I am accustomed to a full table, with a family as large as mine own. Somehow, the thought of you and I sitting alone at table built for twenty seems rather lonely." Lizzie confessed. She felt silly having such a objection, but spoke strongly nonetheless.

"Well it shouldn't be long before our party becomes three once again." Darcy reminded her. "Perhaps you will feel more comfortable when Georgiana returns from the company of her friend."

"Yes, when is she due to return? I do excite at the thought of us becoming sisters!"

"The night after next. And I know she feels quite the same." Darcy beamed. The two women he loved most in the world getting along was a sight like none other.

At that moment, a knock came from the door. After being beckoned in, Fredrick, Darcy's personal servant, placed a simple breakfast containing of an assortment of bagels, english muffins, cheeses, and tea and coffee."

"Will you be requiring any more assistance, madam?" He asked, directing his question at Elizabeth.

"No, thank you Fredrick. This is lovely."

"And sir?"

"This will do, Fredrick." Darcy spoke kindly. Fredrick had been in his family for thirty years. He had been the one to coached Darcy in becoming a gentleman, and had become more like a father figure than a servant since Darcy's own father passed away. "You are dismissed for the morning."

"Thank you sir, but before I go, a letter has arrived for you." He placed the enclosed envelope into the palm of Darcy's hand and bowed deeply before he retired the room.

Darcy swiftly opened the envelope and read it's contents. Elizabeth waited patiently for him to finish before inquiring as to it's sender.

"While in Rome, I had taken the liberty of inviting Mr. and Mrs. Bingley to Pemberley the moment we returned. Bingley has just accepted."

"Jane is coming?" Lizzie grinned, feeling the excitement building in her chest. "I know it has only been a few weeks since I have seen her, but I have missed her so dearly! When will they arrive?"

"They are expected tomorrow evening." Darcy answered, visibly in less spirits than his wife.

"Whatever could be the cause of such a scowl upon your face? My sister and your dearest friend are to arrive!"

"Well," began Darcy cautiously. "It seems as if they are to bring along a guest. Apparently she wouldn't accept no as an answers."

"You don't mean..."

"Yes, Caroline is coming."

Well there it is! Please remember that this is my very FIRST fanfiction so I may be a little shabby. I have proof read to the best to my ability, which admittedly isn't very much, so I apologize in advance if the spelling and grammatical errors are in excess. I know this chapter is very slow, but it will get much more exciting as I post more chapters. Please review! God bless!