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Chapter 1

"Elizabeth for the love of G-d, you look beautiful, now let's go or we will be late, then Bingley will never let me here the end of it."

Elizabeth came out of the bathroom, hugely pregnant, though truthfully, she wasn't that big. "William, do you think for one second, you can forget your obligations, and being late and just be my damn husband?! I have not felt well all day, my back hurts, my feet are swollen, I barely fit into anything I own. You on the other hand come home, announcing we are to have dinner with Jane and Bingley, and Emma, and not once have you asked me how I'm feeling." She sat on the bed.

"Elizabeth you know I hate being late."

"Well then, perhaps you should've called me and let me know, so I would have adequate time to get ready. G-d you're so insensitive."

William was about to retort until he saw tears fill the eyes of the woman he loved dearly. He knelt in front of her and held her cheek in the palm of his hand. "You are right love, and I apologize." He then moved his hands to the round bump, the tell-tale sign that their child existed, and William's smug reminder that Elizabeth was his. "I'm sorry you're feeling ill. I wish I could cancel, but I cannot. Will you be alright?" His concern was genuine, and his eyes showed her the love he felt for her.

"I'll be fine, just promise we won't be too late. I tire easily."

"I promise, love," he leaned up and kissed her gently. "Now let's go." He led her gently down the stairs of the huge home, and into the garage to their SUV, he helped her in and ran to the other side to get behind the wheel, and pulled out of the driveway after reaching for her hand.

"Why are you and Bingley so anal about time anyway? I'm sure you've both been late before at some point or another."

Darcy laughed and shook his head, "How are you not so concerned about tardiness? What if our child is late? Your due date is two weeks away. What if he decides he doesn't want to come then? What if he wants to wait another week? What then?"

"You're still convinced it is boy," she laughed.

"I was thinking very manly thoughts when he was created," he smirked.

Elizabeth laughed gaily, Darcy was relieved as he hadn't heard that sound in a long time. The pregnancy had been trying on both of them, and this tonight, he wanted one final get together with their closest friends, Elizabeth's older sister Jane, her twin sister Emma, and Jane's husband Mr. Bingley, who in fact was Darcy's close friend.

"Answer the question, Lizzie."

"I will have to have the doctor remove him by force," she giggled. I do not think that I can stand this much longer William. It is too hard."

William was well aware when his wife needed his comfort the most. He reached over and put his hand on top of hers that were resting over where their first born was resting. "Just think, at the end of this we'll have a precious child, part of you and part of me, to love and cherish for the rest of our lives."

"What if I'm not ready? What if I'm not a good mother?"

"Lizzie," he chuckled, "I think you being worried about that makes you a perfect mother. I highly doubt any mother goes into their first round of motherhood feeling confident. I'm sure what you're feeling is natural. You just need to relax, and just focus on preparing for our child." he pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and cut the engine, thankfully not seeing Bingley's car yet. "And I will be there for you every step of the way. Whatever you want, or demand it's yours. I'm sure Richard will be happy to take over for a month while I help you settle in."

"William, you're the owner of your company, you can't just step down."

"No," he leaned in and kissed her. "But I can find ways to be with you, whenever I desire. And Richard and I have already talked about this. He is more than ready to take over for a while. In fact he demands it. He still thinks you chose the wrong cousin," his eyes were light.

She giggled and unbuckled her seatbelt, "I didn't know I had a choice. I didn't know there was a competition. I demand a revote."

"No!" he laughed, "you are stuck with me forever, funny how that works, right?" he was teasing her.

"I absolutely adore you, Mr. Darcy, I accept my reward with gladness."

"I'm glad to hear that, wife," the teasing in his voice did not hide the seriousness in his words.

She was about to respond, when she saw Bingley tapping on the driver's side window, "Darcy," his voice was muffled. "You're late. You get the dinner tab."

Elizabeth's eyebrows raised in amusement, "Last to dinner pays the tab, Mr. Darcy? Perhaps I should make you late to dinner all the time to teach you a lesson."

"Maybe Elizabeth, but since Bingley doesn't even pay the tab when he is late, what would that accomplish?"

Elizabeth laughed at the antics of her brother-in-law. The love-hate relationship between he and her husband, was a never ending battle of wits, money, pranks, bets, and tests of strength. She recalled the one time, Bingley was at their house with Jane during the day, and he had asked to go measure the chandelier in the hallway upstairs. Bingley was a contractor, a very rich one at that, and was very good one at that.

Elizabeth realized her error too late. Bingley had put blue dye in Darcy's shampoo, knowing that Darcy rarely paid attention to the things he used as he washed.

Darcy's hair had a blue tint to it for weeks.

Elizabeth laughed at her husband, who was glaring at Bingley through the window. "Let's get this over with love." She opened her car door. "Or else you may find something in your food you may not want to eat."

"You know I will get him back for that."

"Of course you will, dear." the amusement in her voice was not lost on her husband as they made their way into the restaurant.