A/N- A thousand thanks to all who reviewed or followed or favorited his story. Love you guys! I know I didn't update in absolutely forever but life is such a hurricane, I didn't have a spare moment. I'll try to make up. I intend to end the story here but if you want me to continue or add a particular incident, just review. If you dislike this story (I'm rather unsure of my writing talents) let me know why and nothing would please me more than to improve. :)
Elizabeth felt like the happiest woman in the world! All her life, though she had loving parents, her mother had always preferred Jane, Kitty and Lydia, and her father was always in the study. She could not meet her loving Aunt Gardiner as much as she would have liked to. But now, at long last she had found the one who loved her more than anyone else, except maybe his sister, which of course, Ms Bennet did not mind. Moreover, her happiness was completed when she found out that her dearest sister was to be engaged to the man she loved so much.
For his part, Mr Darcy too was ecstatic. He had at long last found the peace and contentment that he feared had died with his mother. He was inexpressibly grateful to his Lizzie. His only fear remained that her family might not approve of him. After all, he had not exactly made a favorable impression in the beginning of their acquaintance. However, much had changed since then and they might be willing to forgive and forget. Mrs Bennet, he was certain, would be interested in nothing more than his income, as for Mary and Kitty, they would scarcely be interested. Jane was sure to consider only her sister's happiness of which she could easily be assured. Bingley would be delighted. Mr Bennet, however, was a different story. He would need many reassurances before he agreed to let go of his daughter and Darcy thoroughly approved of the sentiment, if not the inconvenience. His Lizzie deserved to be treasured. His thoughts shifted to his own family. His sister would rejoice, his Aunt Catherine would never speak to him as long as she lived (for which the man was secretly grateful).
He suddenly realized with glee that Caroline would be quite devastated. But Darcy was glad of this, for it may make her realize that it was better to look at a man's heart, not his pocket.
Such were the thoughts of our lovebirds as they lay in their beds, who had, after many misgivings, at last been united for ever more. Mr Darcy's fears would be in vain, and soon two couples would be wed.