Disclaimer: Don't own Pride and Prejudice but do own these characters

AN: This is... well i don't really know what htis is. it's a sequel to Proud and Prejudiced but if you haven't read that you might still get this one. THis is about all their kids. So reveiw and tell me what you think. No flames thanks but if you hate it...say it nicely:) thanks.

16 YEARS AGO

Snow fell lightly on the ground of the estate not too far out of London as a few young children made a snowman in the garden and a woman ran up to the front steps a young boy following behind her.

"Peter!" cried one of the snowman makers and with one nod from the woman the young boy ran off to join them.

Charlie ran through the enormous house oblivious to the calls coming at her from every side asking her why her eyes were filled with the tell-tale tears. She flung open the door to the study and into her friends surprised arms. "She's dead," she sobbed soaking Eleanor's shirt in her tears.

Eleanor didn't say anything but indicated to her husband that maybe he should leave. Will Darcy nodded and went to look after the children. Eleanor rubbed Charlie's back like she knew she wanted her too. "It'll be alright," she told her friend.

Charlie looked up and sat down in a chair looking up at her friend. "I have no home, Annie Debouf was the only one who let me stay at the house and with Howard off with some…woman I have no hope of staying on."

"Lady Debouf can't simply throw you out," Eleanor said calmly. "If she has then she's more of an idiot than I thought."

Charlie laughed, "She told me that she let me stay in memory of Jerry, and now he's 'passed on' she will have nothing to do with me or my brood".

"She said that?"

Charlie nodded and choked through her laughter. "She's an idiot."

Eleanor smiled, "yeah, I know. But come on; stay here for as long as you want. Forever if you feel like it, by god this house is big enough. Tomorrow's Christmas eve, a time for miracles perhaps?"

"You're a miricalist?"

"That's not a word."

Charlie laughed, "I'm a lawyer, and I can make up whatever I want."

"That aside, stay. Mark and Cat can spend Christmas here with Jack and the younger ones. You can stay and relax. Jenny's here, isn't that enough to tempt you?"

Charlie looked up, "I guess."

Eleanor smiled, happy to see a glimpse of her friend. True, since her husband's death Charlie Lucas-Collins had slowly begun to return to her former self, but then the death of her only friend Annie Debouf from cancer had shaken this woman to the core. "Come on, the others will want to see you."

Charlie followed her companion to a large sitting room where her friends and confidants of the past five years sat talking about the sister's children due in a few months.

"But I do have to talk to you both," Charlie said hesitantly when she saw her friends. "It's about Peter." Will looked up from his book and smiled a smile outsiders didn't see very often. It was a smile he usually gave his sister.

"I thought so," he said and indicated to her to sit down. "Who's he going to be with?"

"That's the thing, I've brought him here with Mark and Cat, thanks for looking after them by the way I don't think they should have seen her in the hospital. But the thing is, she left him to you both."

Will and Eleanor exchanged glances, "We thought that would happen, Annie always liked me and Gina." He looked at his younger sister who sat quietly for a girl of 21. "What do you think?"

Gina shrugged and smiled, "your choice. She left him to you, but I think you should take him. I'd love to have him around." Always a reasonable voice among their group.

"And you Jenny?" Will asked the couple sitting across from him.

Jenny laughed, "Your choice. I'm not going to make it for you."

"No," said her husband Chris. "But I might, say Yes Darc. Natalia will love to have him around"

"If I say yes Chris it wont be only to serve your daughter", Chris rolled his eyes in a good natured way.

Eleanor laughed a hoarse laugh and looked out the window at the kids in the snow. "What will Alex think? And these two?" She rubbed the twins inside her belly.

"Another brother?" Charlie asked hopefully. Eleanor turned around and smiled broadly.

"Maybe."

"We'll need to talk to them," Will said. "Now?"

Ritchie Fitzwilliam hugged his wife who had a young girl on her lap. "We'll look after the others."

Ritchie's wife Laura smiled and asked them which one they wanted to see first. "Peter." They both answered without hesitation.

Five minutes later a seven year old boy walked into the sitting room nervously and sat down in one of the huge chairs that sat all around the house.

"Hey Peter," Eleanor said not sure how to begin.

"I'm here because Mummy's gone aren't I?" Peter said staring at Eleanor with his eyes brimming with tears.

"Yes sweetie." Eleanor said and Will smiled. It was as if Eleanor's maternal instincts took over or something, as just as Peter was about to let tears fall down his face anew, Eleanor enveloped him in her arms and simply held him. Will wasn't sure what she felt for this small boy, except that he knew that from the instant he walked in that door any reservations against taking him on were thrown out the window.

"Will I stay here now?" Peter asked minutes later his voice still trembling.

Will knelt down to his level and nodded, "if that's okay with you."

Peter smiled for the first time in weeks and flung his arms around Will's neck. Will smiled and watched as the young boy ran out to tell his two best friends, Jack and Alex the brilliant news while he and Eleanor waited for an inevitable visitor.

They waited all night until finally giving up to have dinner with the others and the children. Their son Alex, a boy of five was already much like his parents in his ways. He was more interested in the smelly old books in his dad's study and yet when his friends offered a game of football he couldn't be stopped for anything.

Annie Debouf had moved her mother, son and friend Charlie's family to the UK when she heard of London's Cancer facilities and thus the next morning while Will and Eleanor were setting out cereal and cookies for breakfast they received the awaiting guest.

"William!" Will rolled his eyes and his wife as they both followed the call into a smaller sitting room and greeted the elderly lady sitting there with a back straight enough to cut steel and a glare enough to melt aluminium. "What is this nonsense I hear about you taking on my grandson?"

"Not nonsense Aunt Catherine," he told her calmly. "It's the truth. Eleanor and I plan on raising him as our son. Gina will-"

"William," the old lady sounded unnaturally calm, "I understand that this woman must have gotten to you, I see she has managed to convince you that you want another child-"

"Twins Aunt Catherine," Will informed her. "And Eleanor and I make decisions after discussing it with each other, Peter will stay here and grow up here with Alex."

"Idiocy William." His aunt told him, "pure idiocy. Now, I am Peter's grandmother and I shall raise him. As was seen fit by many lawyers under my employ."

"Don't make me start on Your lawyers," Will scoffed. "And they'll tell you anything to get a bigger pay check. They might 'see fit' for you to raise him, but his mother didn't."

"What about Howard? How can you possibly expect to give him a part in his son's life?"

Eleanor fielded that question, "easily. He will have no place in his son's life unless Peter decides to seek him out."

"Don't start young lady. I've already told you how much I dislike you and that your opinion doesn't matter to anyone in my family."
Will stood up this was the one point he now lost his temper over. "It matters to me and Gina and obviously it mattered to Annie. Now, I'm sorry Aunt, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

It took more than that to get her to stand and walk out the door, but then she stopped and looked at two eavesdroppers standing outside listening in. Eleanor and Will exchanged glances before running out with Will taking Alex up into his arms and Eleanor bringing Peter up to her level.

"Wave bye bye to Grandma," Eleanor said as Peter clung to her neck. He waved and when she eventually left they went into the kitchen and indulged in ice-cream before sending the boys off to outside to play a game of football. That night the boys ended up sharing a room with Jack, not that they needed to. The house had enough rooms to service a hundred and yet, the boys always slept in the same room and would do so for many years to come.