A/N - So thanks again to everyone who has read my first story 'dream a little dream'. This is a follow on from that one and doesn'tquite follow canon P&P so if you haven'tread that I would suggest starting there. My last story I tried to keep to JA style and plot ideals. This one is less conformist.

Quick disclaimer to begin with. I am not Jane Austen, I will never be as good a writer as her. I am British and so my spelling is British. Sorry if it is annoying, I know a lot of readers are American. Feel free to comment or note any problems with the writing. I have been known to use modern phrases now and then. I try not to. I have rated T. Please tell me if I have got it wrong.

I have really enjoyed writing this story, as I did the last one. I am mostly done and should update quickly.

Mrs Elizabeth Darcy, nee Bennet, sat quietly in the library at Darcy house London. She was reflecting on all that had happened in the last few months. A veritable whirlwind of emotion and change. There was no part that she did not reflect on without satisfaction. She was happily married to the best of men. Her father and sisters were well and family harmony had improved. Her aunt and uncle were welcomed by her husband and she had been welcomed by her new family. Well most of them. Darcy assured her that Lady Catherine would have responded just as poorly to any lady except her daughter, or perhaps one of the royal family!

She sighed resolving to think on her no more. Instead she turned her thoughts to the first days of her marriage. Had she only been married for 48 hours? She blushed and thought of all that had changed since then. Their time together had been wonderful, and not a little embarrassing for her maidenly sensibilities. However, she was fast becoming comfortable with the intimacies of marriage and wifely duties. She knew she would have to start thinking about the next step of being a good wife for the illustrious Mr Darcy.

Her dearest sister, Jane, was to join her on the morrow and together they were to enter society for the last few weeks of the season before it became too hot for London. They would then both retire to their separate country homes. She thought through all the preparations. She had enough gowns made and on order for the next few weeks and for Pemberley. Lady Matlock was to visit to discuss events and people she should meet. She knew her husband would have preferred longer to just themselves but he knew the importance of her reception in the ton. The reputation of the Darcy name and the prospects for Georgiana and their children relied on a good impression. Avoiding society would not help and would only serve to fuel rumours about their courtship.

A soft touch to her neck startled her from her musings. Darcy had come upon his wife in quiet contemplation and couldn't resist the temptation of leaning in and placing a soft kiss on her neck.

"Pleasant thoughts I hope my dear?" His deep voice resonating against her skin caused her to shiver.

"Just contemplating how I could have gotten so lucky!" She smiled up at him. He leaned in and kissed her gently before coming around and sitting next to her.

"I am the lucky one, to be sat with the lady of my dreams. Literally!"

A quizzical expression crossed Elizabeth's face. "What do you mean my love?"

He explained about his dream from almost a year ago. He had dreamed they had met and she had not liked him. He had proposed and she had refused. She gasped at this and clutched at his hand. He continued explaining how they had not seen each other for a few months and their chance meeting whilst she was touring with her aunt and uncle. The unfortunate news of Lydia and Wickham and his resolution to fix things. The delay in their understanding.

"I dreamed all of this months before I met you my love. So much heartache and despair!"

Elizabeth's eyes were wide, shimmering with unshod tears.

"When I first met you in Hertfordshire and came to realise what my dream had meant I hardly knew how to act. The rest is history." He smiled softly at her and she reached up to kiss him deeply.

"Oh my love. How glad I am that you have managed to prevent so much!"

Darcy frowned at her "you believe me, do you? Just like that?"

She smiled warmly at him "my love, you are not one for flights of fancy or an overactive imagination. If you are telling me this you have come to believe it is true, for whatever reason. I trust your judgement. I am glad we can look back on events with satisfaction."

They shared a loving look. Elizabeth recognised the growing desire in her husbands eyes and felt the familiar warmth in her belly in response. A knock at the door resulted in a low growl from Darcy. Elizabeth chucked.

"Now now dear. You can't growl at every person who needs to speak to us!"

He looked petulant "I don't see why not. They should know better than to be disturbing a newly married man when he is alone with his alarmingly tempting wife!"

She smiled at him again but danced away from his hands to open the door.

"Yes ... Paul Martin is it?" A slight pause as Elizabeth had to remember the footman's name. There were a lot of staff at Darcy house.

"Yes ma'am. Just Martin if it pleases you. A Lady Matlock and Colonel Fitzwilliam are here to see you. I took the liberty of showing them to the front parlour whilst awaiting your reply as to if you were in for visitors."

"Of course, we are expecting Lady Matlock." She turned to Darcy with a raised eyebrow "The Colonel is a surprise" he stood up and took his wife's arm.

"Shall we find out why he is come?"