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Chapter 2

Later that night, Will was pacing the floor, really frustrated, to Lizzie's amusement as she sat in bed pretending to read her book. "Will, what is it?"

"Nothing," he ran a hand through his hair and sat on the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms."I'm sorry I've been in a bad mood today baby. Bingley snuck into my office during lunch and set a mouse trap in my drawer, knowing very well I never look in that drawer, it just holds my pen." he sighed. "I have to get him back Lizzie."

She tried not to giggle at how serious he was, but she couldn't help it. "I'm sorry honey, I know it bothers you that the score is like one thousand to well," she stopped when he glared at her. "What?! I don't have an issue with him. I don't understand why you have to be in this war thing anyway. So he pulls a few pranks on you-"

"A few?! Elizabeth that's four this past week! And it's only Monday!"

"Can we focus please? I don't want to get involved, this whole game is between you and Bingley. Maybe you should learn to be creative."

"I am a businessman, Elizabeth."

"Doesn't matter. I'm tired of talking about it." She kissed his cheek. "Thank you for dinner tonight, it was lovely." She was happy that he seemed to relax.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I should be focusing on you, and our baby," he kissed her gently and rubbed her belly. "You've made me the happiest man in the world, and I'll never let you forget it."

"Try," she giggled. "I'm sick of all the roses. They just upset me when they die anyway, and I don't have a green thumb. You would think you would know your wife better than this Mr. Darcy."

Darcy loved it when she teased him. She was the only one who could get away with it. She brought him a new sense of purpose. He could now laugh easily at himself, except when it came to Bingley dying his hair blue. He would never get over that. He would get him back.

"I know my wife well, I also know that she does not mind the flowers so much, as she does the attention. Especially since she hasn't been able to do much lately. And I'm sorry about that Elizabeth. You've worked the hardest on our first child, and I feel like I've barely participated. You're so strong Elizabeth. So brave, and beautiful. I can't imagine what you're going through, and yet I want to experience everything. I'm so happy Elizabeth, a baby. We're going to be parents!" His eyes were shining, and his smile tugged at her heart. "It is a dream, that I never thought would come true. Not until I met you."

Her voice was soft. "I understand William. I feel the same. Too long was I judgmental of you. I'm so happy that you fought for me. That you made me see the real you."

"It was never an option for me not to baby," he kissed her softly on the lips. "The moment I saw you, I knew I wouldn't stop until you were mine, and even then, I still wouldn't stop."

She smiled. "I wonder what Bingley would think if he heard you talk like this to your wife."

"I might just have to kill him," he amused.

"You would do no such thing."

"No but I would in my mind."

She couldn't help but laugh, but then got serious. "I don't know if I'm ready, William."

He frowned. "What do you mean baby?"

"To be a mom. What if I'm not ready? I don't have the first clue on what to do with a baby."

"Lizzie, now you're just being silly."

"No. I'm serious. I was never one of the girls who dreamed of becoming a mom, I never babysat growing up. I played volleyball, and ran track. I wasn't a girls' girl. I was a tomboy."

"Elizabeth." he frowned. "You don't want this baby?"

"No!" she gasped. "That's not what I meant at all. It's just.. I don't feel like a mom yet. I don't know what to expect. I don't know anything."

"I hardly think that's the case Elizabeth."

"What?"

"I mean look at you now. Our child isn't even here yet, and you're worried if you're good enough for it. I think every parent worries if they are good enough for their child. I don't think it's a matter of if, baby, but a matter of you saying you are. Baby you're the best woman I know. I have no doubt in my mind that you'll be a great mom. How could you not be?" He couldn't believe he was going to say this. "I mean, look at your mother. With a mother like her, how could you not be?"

She giggled. "You hate my mom Will."

He shrugged. "I don't hate her, Elizabeth. She gave me you. Without her I wouldn't have you."

"She's foolish."

"She's a mom. Perhaps we shouldn't judge her too hard."

She nodded in agreement, then got out of bed. "Ok Darcy, since you comforted me in my time of need. I'm going to help you in yours."

"What?"

"I'm going to teach you a little something about pranking." She started to get dressed. "You can thank me later." She smirked. "Get up."

They went to the late night drugstore and got what they needed, where Elizabeth instructed Darcy to grind up the pill, and put it in Charles's coffee tomorrow morning before he gave it to him. Darcy, shocked at how easy this was for Elizabeth, and how easy this little prank was, began to wonder if he should watch out when it came to his clever wife.

He went to bed with a smile on his face and Elizabeth in his arms, and couldn't wait until the morning.

When morning came, he kissed his wife goodbye, told her he would see her for lunch, then set off for Darcy Enterprises, stopping to get a couple of coffees for him and Bingley, making sure he marked Bingley's cup. He watched as the little blue pill dissolve in the coffee, and set the cup aside, as he took a drink of his own.

Bingley came in not long after claiming his coffee, and drank it as they had their daily get together. Sometimes they talked of work. Most of the time they talked of Elizabeth and Jane, and the baby that was about to make its appearance as a part of the combined Bennet-Darcy-Bingley family. And soon Bingley had other issues to worry about.

Issues that not even a cold shower could fix.

Darcy could not help but be amused that things went his way for once.