AN: Ok so I edited this chapter seeing as it had so many mistakes, but I extended it as well for those who reviewed. I hope you like it…Don't forget to review

DARCY POV

I was dreaming I know I am, seeing as in the dream I was an old man, happy with my beloved wrapped securely around in my arms and all six of our seven children happily married and with their children. I looked to the eldest Ms. Darcy with her long brown curls pinned into a styling bun. She looked happy, although something in her eyes was terrifying. My daughter turned to me and grimaced. "Why have you abandoned me?" she said.

I was woken by the sound of my first born crying, a heartbreaking sound. I slipped out of bed, aware of the sleeping form that lay next to mine. I got out of our bed, putting on a robe and quickly walking at a pace improper to some towards the door adjoining the room of our daughter to ours.

When I opened the door, her cries intensified.

"Oh my Rose," I whispered, closing the door silently behind me.

I walked to my daughter's cradle, her face distorted from distress. I picked her up and cradled her against my chest, welcoming the light weight and warmth she emitted.

"Oh my beautiful Rose, what has ailed you so?" I cooed

Her tears soaked my shirt; I hated seeing my daughter in this state. It pains me to see her in such distress. Even Elizabeth says that I spoil our daughter too much, but it's all to keep our daughter smiling.

"It's alright my little girl, I am here. I am here. Daddy is here," I said softly trying to calm her.

I took her to the window, the moon's ray shining its brilliance on to the lake, the water shimmering, silver in colour. Truly magnificent, it was one of those moments that I wanted to share with my beloved, but at the slightest I was still sharing it with my daughter. I soon noticed her tears were dried and has stopped crying. I held her against my chest, watching her mouth stretch to an O, her eyes drooping to a close.

"I'm glad you are not as stubborn as your mother," I chuckled to myself.

"I don't know whether to be insulted or glad," I heard my beloved's voice behind me.

I spun around, noticing my wife's figure standing by the door.

"I didn't notice you come in," I whispered, as I put our daughter back in her crib.

"I woke up and wondered where my husband was and heard your voice. Deciding to follow it," she said sleepily.

I kissed the top of my daughter's head and went to my wife, kissing her as well.

"I'm sorry if I have insulted you," I whispered.

"Not in the slightest," she said. "You can never insult me husband."

"I love you," I said.

"As I love you," she said.

I led her back to bed, wanting the warmth and comfort only she can give me. Right then and there I promised myself to never let anything happen to my wife and daughter. Swearing to protect them, swearing to put them before myself, even if it costs me my life, as they are far more important to me than anyone else, I love them. When morning came, the three of us soon found ourselves amidst Mr. and Mrs. Bennett, Mr. and Mrs. Bingley and Kitty and Mary with their husbands and my dear sister Georgiana. Unfortunately Mr and Mrs. Wickham could neither attend to our small party as there were some troubles in the North. We all walked in the gardens of Pemberley, Elizabeth talking animatedly to her sister Jane, who is currently sustaining Bingley's child. She was glowing, much like her sister when she was carrying Rose.
"Brother I must admit your daughter is the most beautiful creature I have ever behold," said Georgiana.

"I dare say you'll be changing your mind, once you have a babe of your own," I teased.

"Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth had said, in a tone not used often.

I stared at her innocently. Only to be laughed at. Immediately I knew I was forgiven.

"Shall we have go rest and have some tea on the porch? I must say Jane needs all the rest she can obtain," Elizabeth suggested.

Everyone agreed. I took my turn into carrying Rose; her eyes were filled with happiness and brightness. Her fine eyes much the same as my beloveds. I hugged her close murmuring into her ear, "I love you my beautiful Rose", in the corner of my eye I saw Elizabeth smile fondly at us. Once at the porch we all took our seats and was marvelling at Rose and Jane's increasing stomach. At one instance, Jane did make a point as to how Rose has changed me, ever since coming into the world. I must agree I have. My pride is no longer a fault of mine and I more compassionate towards others.

"A man who is capable of changing his personality for the benefit of others is a man worth knowing. I dare say Lizzy you are one lucky girl for ensnaring a man like Mr. Darcy," Mrs. Bennett said.

Elizabeth looked at me fondly and said, "Yes, yes I am."

That night when all guests have left, I left Lizzy and Rose to get ready into bed. Thomas my most trusted servant was there to help me. Once finished, I put on a robe before going to say goodnight to Rose. I went into her room and saw Elizabeth cradling her on the rocking chair, humming a soft tune. I walked behind them, my eyes widening at the beauty that lay before me.

"Are you both ready for bed?" I asked. "After today's events you must be tired."

"Tired I am not sir. But exhausted I am." She teased.

I watched as she stood up and laid our daughter in her crib.

"Goodnight my daughter," she whispered, lying a gently kiss on her forehead.

I did the same. We both walked back into our room hands swinging idly by our sides.

Another moment I will treasure forever.

Elizabeth POV

I felt my lover's hands around me, cocooning me in a protective hold. As if to say that I am his and if anyone dares touch me there will be consequences. As I lay in his embrace, I was at peace, incandescently happy. A daughter that was growing fervently by the day, I am as proud as a mother can ever be.

I was awoken by the sound of glass shattering, followed by the piercing screams of my daughter. I hastily got up and out of bed within a matter of seconds, my husband already beating me to the door that led to our daughter's room. As he opened the door, I felt my heart clench, my face draining of all things good. The crib in which I had laid my daughter not 2 hours ago was toppled onto its side, its occupant missing. The window that overlooked the lake shattered into insignificant pieces. I felt myself crumple to the ground in agony, doing the only thing I can do. Cry. My daughter was taken. Through the haze my tears created, I saw my husband barking orders at servants, looking most distressed than I have ever seen him, looking as though he too was about to crumple to the ground and cry. My maid helped me onto a chair, forcing me to drink some water.

"Don't worry ma'am we will find your daughter and the culprit who did this," she assured me.

I could not say anything back; I could not do anything back. I then saw Fitzwilliam stare at me in grief, holding a piece of paper. He walked to me slowly as if every step pained him.

"My dear wife, I found a letter of most troubling news," he said, choking on the words.

I gasped when I read the letter, tears streaming more profoundly down my face.

Darcy POV

As a light sleeper, I was awoken by minute footsteps in our daughter's room. I sat up listening some more, considering the person to either cause harm or good to my daughter. When I heard the window shatter, piercing my ears, my heart stopped. In no more than a second, I was out of bed and opening the door that led into my daughters. When I opened the door, I wanted to fall to the ground, I wanted to scream, I wanted to punch the man who did this. Everything in the room was of mass destruction. The window shattered, where just yesterday I was sharing a beautiful moment with my daughter, and the bed in which my daughter slept in, broken and on its side, with no-one and nothing inside it. My daughter was gone. I immediately called upon every servant in the estate, making orders I looked out the window in hopes that the culprit did not go far, but all I found was a length of rope dangling, swinging as the gentle wind coursed through. There was nothing. I then saw a piece of paper, stuck onto the ledge of the window. I hastily took it and read it. It said:

Now we shall see if you really value the lives of others.

One sentence, a sentence that tore my heart to pieces, I took it to Elizabeth finally noticing her for the first time after this ordeal. She was distressed, obviously, her eyes swollen from the crying, with more tears still sliding down her cheeks. I didn't know what to say to her. Although I do know what to do in order to find my daughter and bring her back safely, back into the safety of the arms of her parents. I took slow steps as if hoping to delay the inevitable of telling her the grim news.

"My dear wife, I found a letter of most troubling news," I said grimly.

I showed her the letter, as she read it, her eyes widened. Gasping in horror, shock and anger, tears rolled down her eyes intensely, knowing that I can do nothing to stop them, I hugged her tight. Trying to comfort her and say everything that I couldn't say into the hug. She in turn welcomed it.

I let go of her and stared at her straight into her eyes. Her once fine eyes now filled with worry and anguish, filled with distress.

"Find her Fitzwilliam, find her and bring her back to me," she whispered urgently to me.

"I promise you I will do everything to recover her, as God as my witness, I will get her back, even if it's my final act."

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