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I'm soooooooooo sorry for the long delay! I've had exams and stress and boy drama but I am back!

I hope you like it, and thank you so much for all following this story! It was my first ever open-to-the-public fanfiction, and it's overwhelming to see that so many of you like it.

I can't thank you enough! You have made me seriously happy!

If you like Harry Potter, I've written a couple of oneshots about the characters and also a James and Lily fanfic.

Anyway, enjoy!

Lizzie Bennet thought hospital chairs were deceptively uncomfortable. She would know, she had spent the past two and a half days in one waiting to hear news. That was the other thing she hated about hospital chairs, they implied that a lot of waiting was to be had whilst sat on them. The impatient Type A aspects of her personality abhorred waiting. But the waiting was going to end in good news, she knew that so the waiting didn't seem so bad. Especially with Lydia sock sliding up and down the corridor outside Jane's room. Their mother was in the birthing room with Jane and a very, very nervous Bing, and their father was outside having a smoke to presumably calm his nerves.

Lizzie felt like she needed her nerves calming. She knew that the arrival of Bing's child would ultimately bring about the arrival of a certain friend, who even after almost a year of not seeing, Lizzie knew that she still loved him. She hadn't dated anyone else, and more importantly she hadn't wanted to. She was still unemployed, but enjoyed the freedom she felt. Her time at Pemberley meant she was paid far more than she needed, so had saved the extra money and used it now to spend on what was now her life.

Jane's uncharacteristic screams forced Lizzie to stop contemplating her life. Lydia stopped mid-slide, and turned round, looking scared. Lizzie patted the chair next to her and when Lydia sat down, wrapped her arm around her shoulders. Even though Lizzie and Lydia were adults and capable of living their own lives, when Jane wasn't around to help guide them or offer advice they both felt quite lost.

"Oh my Lord! Elizabeth, Lydia come quickly! Where is your father? Go and get him! Jane's had her babies! Grandbabies!"

Lizzie stared at the door where her mother had just burst through and disappeared back into again. She turned to Lydia who was bouncing up and down on her seat.

"Lizzie, did Mom say 'babies'?"

William Darcy was halfway through a bottle of whisky when Bing text him.

I'm a father to TWO girls! Rose Elizabeth Lee and Paige Lydia Lee! They're absolutely gorgeous. Jane is doing well. Are you going to come and visit?

It was very obvious from Bing's text who the godmothers of those babies were. William Darcy felt his throat begin to close as he thought about how that could have been him and Lizzie. Only he was the idiot that decided letting her go was clearly the obvious option.

Would he go and visit? He didn't know. He didn't think any of the Bennets would want to see him, and he didn't want to make things uncomfortable for Jane and Bing.

But he did want to see Lizzie. Just to check that she wasn't wasting away. He poured himself another glass of whisky, concluding that he would decide in the morning.

Gigi Darcy was very happy and excited to receive a text from both Bing and Lydia informing her about the two new little Lee girls. But she also knew it came with a consequence. Bing would want William there and William would go because he would always go, and William would see Lizzie. Gigi knew that neither William nor Lizzie were over their relationship and she had strong suspicions that both of them were still in love with the other. So she decided that she would go with William to Bing and Jane's to give him the moral support that he needed in order to go.

She arrived at the condo that Saturday a little after 10, knowing her brother would be back from his morning bike ride. Gigi pushed open the door and was greeted with the sight of her older brother snoring on the sofa wearing his dress shirt and suit pants, surrounded by bottles and bottles of alcohol.

"William?" She shook his shoulder and he stirred, opening one eye.

"Gigi?" She nodded stiffly. They had only briefly spoken on the anniversary of their parents' death and then resumed not speaking. This was the first time they had seen each other properly since his break up with Lizzie.

"Why are you here? Not that I'm not glad to see you, I thought you weren't talking to me."

Gigi began to tidy up the mess William was surrounded in.

"I'm going with you to Bing and Jane's to see their twins. And before you say anything you're going. You don't need to worry about seeing Lizzie, Lydia will be there to distract her so you can see Bing without seeing her."

"Gigi, I want to see her."

Gigi stopped cleaning up the bottles and looked at William.

"I don't think you deserve to see her."

Without another word, William got up from the couch and a couple of minutes later, Gigi heard the shower running. A quick text to Fitz about her plans and a cup of coffee, Gigi was ready to leave. William hadn't emerged from his bedroom yet. After half an hour of waiting, Gigi was about to go on her own, but then William appeared. He walked into the kitchen, poured himself a travel mug full of coffee, grabbed Gigi's holdall and opened the front door. Before he left the condo, he turned to Gigi.

"I hope that one day soon I will deserve to see her again."

And with that, William left. Gigi followed him and locked the condo behind her. Secretly, she hoped for the same thing.

When Jane told Lizzie and Lydia that they would be Godmothers, Lizzie burst into tears. Jane, Lydia, their parents and Bing all stared at her. Lizzie Bennet was openly crying in front her family. And Lizzie Bennet didn't really care.

When she had finally calmed down, her father took pictures of the three sisters with Jane's twins and Lizzie began whispering to little Rose Elizabeth. Jane looked at her with a smile on her face while Lydia giggled. Only those two could hear Lizzie telling the little girl that she was going to have to get used to Grandpa's pictures and when she hit 18, Grandma would tell her find a rich husband. But that in the end it didn't matter because Grandma would probably find a husband for her.

"That's what she did for Mommy. She got Auntie Lydia to stalk Daddy in her car and then pushed Mommy at him at a wedding. Soon you'll learn kid, everything important happens at weddings!"

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