Elizabeth woke to the sun on her face and was halfway through wondering why she wasn't in her room when she remembered the day before and who should be in bed with her. She turned, but there was empty space.
"Looking for me?" A masculine voice said from behind her. Elizabeth flipped around so quickly that she would she would have fallen out of bed if her husband hadn't caught her, in his arms. She smiled at him and he grinned back.
"Lizzy, you really need to be more careful, my love." Mr Darcy stated humorously; Lizzy laughed, she loved this side of her husband- in private in wasn't the proud man he was in public.
"And you, Fitzwilliam, should smile more, because it makes you look agreeable." Lizzy said, as he helped her back into bed and kissed her on the forehead.
"I think you are probably right, as usual." He replied, a grin still on his face.
"Where have you been?" Lizzy asked, after a moment's silence.
"Downstairs, seeing when breakfast is being served. We have fifteen minutes." Darcy stated.
"Well then I'd better get ready. You can help me get into one of my dresses. Which do you think I should were?"
"This one." He said, producing a box. "I bought it last week in town. Georgiana helped me pick it, I hope you like it."
Lizzy opened it and gasped, for in the box lay a dark green velvet and white satin dress, with matching shoes. "Fitzwilliam, I cannot accept this, it must have cost a fortune. You really shouldn't have."
"Elizabeth, you are my wife, you can have anything within my power to give you, and anyway that is only one part of my gift to you." He produced another, smaller, box and handed it to her. She opened it and there lay a white gold and emerald necklace. She threw her arms around him and he saw nothing but love in her eyes.
"Thankyou. Thankyou, so much Fitzwilliam. I didn't get you anything." Lizzy said apologetically.
"Lizzy you gave me your love, I don't need anything. I have everything I could need here." He kissed her, and helped her into her dress.