"Will, put the phone down, we are on our honeymoon" Lizzie said in a mock stern tone.
William Darcy had faced many things in his life that scared him; the realisation that he was his sisters sole guardian, being the youngest CEO of a major company, and Lydia Bennet, but nothing on the planet scared him more than the face of his new wife, even if she was only joking.
His phone was back in his pocket, quick as a shot.
"Very good Mr Darcy."
"Thank you Mrs Darcy, I hope my indiscretion with my phone did not impede your viewing of the beautiful country whizzing past our window?"
Lizzie gazed out the window at the English fields, dotted with cows and sheep, went past her eyes.
"It is beautiful isn't it?"
"I'm sure your British viewers would disagree, do you recall the pictures they sent us when we announced where we were going for our honeymoon? They were...well, the opposite of the stereotypes associated with England by Americans."
"I do recall Will, but we are tourists, first and foremost, and this," she gesticulated out the window of the train, "is the tourist side of England"
Will planted a small kiss upon Lizzie's forehead, and then looked her in the eyes.
"I think I can see the most beautiful site in England right now"
Lizzie gasped "Can you smell that? The cheese Will!"
Will smiled, a beautiful contortion of his face in Lizzie's opinion. If anyone else had made her previous remark to him, the William Darcy Lizzie had first met at the Gibson wedding all those years ago would have made an appearance. What Lizzie had said quite publicly was pride and stuffiness, was in fact just social anxiety on Will's part.
"So, do tell me again dear husband, where are we bound currently?"
"Well my dear, we are heading into London, jumping on a subway, called a tube over here, as I was told by a rather persistent twitterer, and we are going to do a landmark rush; Kensington Palace and the gardens, Buckingham Palace, Hyde Park, Westminster Abbey, The Houses of Parliament, Big Ben, which from the same persistent twitterer, is the bell, not the clock, Downing Street, and then Harrods before retiring to the hotel. Then tomorrow we shall satiate the history nerd in both of us and visit the Natural History Museum, and then we are booked in for a candle lit dinner at the Thames floating restaurant, near the Tower of London..."
"Nothing says romantic dinner like a historical hanging site"
Will smiled again, "Not just hangings, but beheadings too"
Lizzie smiled at her husbands attempt at a joke.
"Well, I shall now channel Jane and give my verdict, perfect"
"I'm glad you think so."
"Will."
"Lizzie?"
"I love you"
"I love you too"