"Lizzie, dearest, please stay home from work today. I'm really worried about you and the baby."
"William," she sighed, signifying to him that she was irritated, "I need to finish this last project, and then I'll be better about resting. He's just a bit squirmy right now."
"Honey, please don't try and downplay this; you need to rest. And for the record, you've said you just need to finish the last five projects before you rest."
"You keep count?" Will quirked an eyebrow. "I forget nothing."
Lizzie blushed at his reference, realizing the truth in that statement.
"If you don't rest and take the day off, I'll tell your mother," he smirked, letting her imagination carry her away with his threat, knowing it was low and dirty.
She glared at him, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes. She let out an ominous sigh, her eyes proclaiming all the horrific tortures she had planned for him.
"Fine, but you'll pay for this later," she said, thought of revenge already in motion.
Several hours later, Will heard the ping coded for anything his wife sent him. Surprised, he checked his texts and calls. Nothing. Seeing nothing else, he checked his email.
To: William Darcy
From: Elizabeth Darcy
Re: Monthly Report
He didn't get any further before scowling in frustration. Of course she went home from work, but his clever, sneaky wife worked from home. He thought back over their conversation, realizing he just asked her to go home instead of asking her not to work.
He shook his head in admiration for his lovely, wonderful, witty bride, who charmed him and kept him on his toes day in and day out. Even when it involved her being difficult. He skimmed through her report, deciding to read it more fully later. As he was finishing up, he say at the bottom towards the very end:
Ha. Now who forgets nothing?
Come home to me, my love.
Smiling, William Darcy decided to do just that.