"I still cannot believe we are leaving London already." Mr. Darcy said with a smile at his new wife.
"It was to loud and there are so many buildings. I need open space, somewhere I am able to walk without people all around me. I cannot wait till we get to Pemberley." Elizabeth Darcy replied.
"Not to Pemberley love, to home." Darcy corrected with a small smile.
"Ah yes." She agreed sinking into the carriage. Darcy put his arm around her and she leaned against his shoulder with a slight laugh.
"What?" He asked, thinking how his life with Lizzy would always be an adventure.
"I was just thinking of the first evening we met." She told him with a laugh.
"Let us not talk about that evening my dear." He responded with a regretful smile.
"I will not, if that is your wish." Lizzy agreed. "But you seemed so different than what you really are and I'm afraid I judged that Mr. Darcy instead of this one." She said planting a kiss on his cheek, and that was the end of that conversation.
"When are we to expect Georgina?" Lizzy asked sometime later.
"Well since we were not expected to return until January." Darcy replied. "We shall see her in five weeks, I dare say."
"So long?"
"You forgot my love, that we were meant to stay in London for fourmore weeks." He answered with a small laugh.
"You are not upset we left London are you Fitzwilliam?" Lizzy asked.
"No, how could I be? Either way I get to spend time with you m'dear." He replied with a smile and a kiss. After he pulled away, the rest of the carriage ride to Pemberley was silent as they both looked out the windows imagining what their life together would be like. Elizabeth hoped no major quarreling would happen, and that she would be able to keep her husband as happy as she possibly could. While Darcy hoped he could give her everything she had ever wanted, or would ever want in the future.
Later, after they had arrived at Pemberley, Elizabeth was preparing for bed in her chamber a knock sounded on her door. Sitting on the bed slipping her slippers off, she replied, "Come in." Knowing it was her husband who would come through the door just as he had done the past couple weeks.
"Fitzwilliam, why don't you just move in here, instead of sneaking around?" She teased lightly but at the same time he knew she was serious. He wrapped his arms around her as he laid down next to her.
"I might just do that love." He replied softly before he kissed her.