A/N: Hey! i'm back with another chapter! And so soon! Turns out after the snow day I had on Wednesday, the power was out at my school so we didn't have school on Thursday either! And today is a teacher planning day so no school for me today:) Life is so good.
I was so happy to read all the reviews from last chapter! jsdnfjsnfkjn. There were so many, and everyone had awesome suggestions for future stories! I will definitely put them to good use. So thanks to the reviewers, new followers, and the new favoriters! You guys are so awesome.
This chapter wasn't based of of someones 'idea', rather than a few suggestions for 'family life'. And so I thought of this and bam bam bam I wrote it in one night. I really hope you guys like it! I'm not sure where Gigi is living when she comes to visit or what I want her to be doing, so sorry it's kinda vague. Just wanted to clear that up.
Enjoy!
I threw the pregnancy test into the trash bin as hard as I could. Negative, again. How many times would I have to see that stupid little negative sign? I plopped down onto the closed lid of the toilet seat and rubbed furiously at my eyes, trying to get the tears that were welling up to go away.
William and I had been married for nearly a year and a half, and we had been trying to get pregnant for what seemed like forever. At first it wasn't a problem that our attempts weren't working, because we were in no rush. But now, after seeing dozens of infuriating negative signs on all of my tests, I was desperate.
I left the bathroom, trying to hold myself together and not to show my spoiled mood. Will was in the living room, finishing up some phone conference to his offices in New York. Gigi was coming to stay with us a few days, so he was rushed to get all of his work done early, so he would have plenty of time to spend with her. And Pemberley was suddenly swamped with things he had to deal with, adding to the mess. Even if he wasn't doing double the work, he would have still been extremely busy. In the meantime, it seemed as if he had no time for anything. Even eating dinner with his wife, or going to bed any earlier than midnight.
I myself was busy too, but nothing compared to the work Will was doing. Just little projects that left me with almost too much free time. Charlotte and I went out to eat for lunch nearly every day, since she had just recently moved closer to me. Will worked through his lunch hour, ruling out him coming along with us. Even though I wasn't busy, I found myself stressed beyond imagination. My nerves were cut short, and my emotions just on the edge of spilling over in a flood.
It wasn't that I was unhappy, either. I was so happy. Everything was great. I loved Will, and he loved me. We managed to find time for each other, even if it was brief. Our relationship was strong and passionate. We laughed endlessly together, and we were never afraid to speak our minds. We were as happy as I had imagined we would be.
Shaking away my obvious disappointment, I went to see if Will could spare a few minutes to eat dinner.
We would have to try again. Not that that was a terrible notion- it definitely wasn't- but I just wished things would happen already.
I couldn't help but wonder if something was going wrong.
(Two weeks later.)
"Hey, Lizzie! Wanna go out to the marina for dinner today? William suggested it. He said you guys haven't been there in a while"
I turned and grinned at Gigi. I was glad that she was visiting, I had missed my sister-in-law a lot. And with her arrival, Will thankfully went back to his normal self. We went out to eat a lot, Gigi and I went shopping, and we spent a lot of time with Fitz and his boyfriend.
I agreed to her request, and walked with her down to the parking lot.
"So Lizzie, how are things with my dear brother?" she conversationally asked.
"Things are good," I replied shortly.
Her eyes narrowed, and I pretended not to notice as I pushed the elevator button for the first floor. "You're hiding something," Gigi observed.
I sighed. "I'm not hiding anything, I'm just being stupid that's all." There was no reason for me to be upset. Just because my husband was busy for a while didn't mean he didn't love me. In fact it was quite the opposite. And just because I couldn't get pregnant didn't mean it would never happen.
"Is something going on between you and William? Because you guys seemed fine but if theres something wrong you should-" I cut her off before she could go on.
"No, Gigi, there's nothing going on between us. Everything is great. It's nothing. Really."
My uneasy tone tipped Gigi off, but she didn't press me any more. I hoped she knew this wasn't a problem with William and I, and she wouldn't go tell him I was having issues with our relationship. I didn't want him to get freaked out.
We went to the marina, and she forgot about my mood. The food was good, and Will held my hand underneath the table the whole time, making me smile. I stole bites of his lobster, and we shared a dessert.
I tried not to stare at the family doting on their adorable baby at the table adjacent to us. A constant jealous feeling settled in my stomach.
In the parking lot, Will and I stole a kiss, pressed against his car. Gigi pretended to gag, but I knew she was happy for us.
We took a detour to a CVS on the way home, and Gigi stayed in the car while Will and I went inside to get yet another pregnancy test at my request. She didn't ask what we bought, but I knew she was curious.
When we got home, Gigi ran off to call her friend about plans for later in the week, and Will and I escaped to find out the results of the test we had bought.
He held my hands, and kissed me passionately before I went into the bathroom. My stomach was turning with excitement.
"I hope it's positive," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Me too," I replied, "You have no idea how much I want this."
"Good luck," he wished.
I kissed him on the cheek quickly before I left, closing the door behind me.
I did what I had to do, and set the timer. My heart beat rapidly against my chest. My period was due in a week, if it was going to happen this month, it had be now.
Unable to wait alone, I washed my hands and went out to sit next to Will on our bed. He anxiously turned his wedding ring around his finger, a habit he had adapted when he was nervous. His face remained stony and unemotional, and I watched him loosen his tie around his neck, and unbutton his collar. He was just as hopeful as I was. I prayed our hope wouldn't be in vain.
The timer went off on my phone and I jumped up, nearly running into the bathroom.
Taking a deep breath, I checked the test.
Negative.
Any will I had left to keep my emotions in check shattered.
Feeling more fragile than a butterfly's wings, I washed my hands again and went back out into the bedroom. Will looked up at me, but I said nothing, instead I just climbed into his lap, and buried my face in his chest.
"Lizzie? What did it say?" he asked. I knew he knew what it said, he just didn't want to believe it.
Unable to find my voice, I shook my head slowly.
"Oh," was all Will could say. He sounded so disappointed. My heart sank further. "Lizzie, I-" he faltered.
My throat was thick with tears, and I let them fall. They were hot on my cheeks, absorbing into Will's white shirt.
I wanted it to be positive. I wanted it to be positive so bad.
My shoulders shook as a sob escaped my mouth. At this, I stopped trying to be strong. It was as if a reservoir broke, and I wrapped my arms around Will tightly. I sobbed brokenly into his chest, not caring that I was getting smears of mascara all over his shirt. I needed him here.
He rubbed my back soothingly for a few minutes, before he pried me away so he could look at me properly. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice thick with concern.
Anger flashed briefly through my mind. How could he not know what was going on? The harsh feeling didn't last long, as I realized he just wanted an explanation.
"Why isn't this working? We have tried and tried and tried and every damn time it doesn't work. We have been married for months now, and once we want a baby, nothing freaking happens! It seems to be working for everyone around us, everywhere I go I see women my age with their adorable babies that do cute things and look just like them. I can't help but want that with you, but its all unavailing! Even Jane and Bing have their precious Charles. And Mom never shuts up about how she wants another grandchild, and it's all aimed at me, and I can't just tell her we've been trying for months but it's not working. And I wouldn't doubt that Charlotte-"
"Lizzie, Charlotte's only just engaged," Will tried to interrupt and calm me down, but I continued.
"All I see on my Facebook page is my high school friends and their cute babies, and it all just reminds me that I can't have that."
I took a heaving breath and cried into Will's chest even harder. I looked up at him, tears still leaking through my eyes. "What if we're doing something wrong? What if there's something wrong with me?"
Will took my face in his hands, making me look him directly in the eyes. He wiped away my tears gently with the pads of him thumbs. Gently, he kissed me.
When he pulled away, I had stopped crying and my breath shook.
"Lizzie. There is nothing wrong with you. We are doing everything right. There is nothing we can do besides try and try again until our efforts pay off," he rationalizes
"But," I sniffled, "What if they never pay off?"
Will smiled at me reassuringly. "Trust me Lizzie. Some day they will. We just have to be patient, because there's nothing we can do to make things happen faster."
I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. "How are you so rational all the time?"
"I don't know," he said with a shrug.
I kissed him again, this time letting it linger and grow deeper. I was still sad it didn't work out, but we could always keep trying. And really, that just meant more sex. Which neither of us minded at all.
"I love you, William Darcy," I murmured, our noses still touching.
"I love you too, Elizabeth Darcy," he replied with a smile as he said my full name. "Well, now that that's over with, how about we go out to the bookstore? I know there's a book you've been wanting. We can let Gigi have some time on her own," offered Will.
I grinned, wiping the racooned makeup from beneath my eyes. "You know me so well."
(one month later.)
It was a big day. Will had a big meeting before he released the quarterly results for Pemberley. He also had a meeting with the representatives from the Japan branch on some complicated web software that was being developed. Things were picking up in the company.
I had meetings as well, just not very exciting ones. There was something else equally exciting, though. I had the release of a new web series that I had helped produce. We all hoped it would be a hit, just as everyone thought it would be. It was my first big project at Pemberley, and I was beyond excited to see the outcome. There was going to be a big party afterwards, and Will had canceled a meeting with the press just to come and support me.
It was going to be a great day for the both of us.
There was yet another thing going on, too. Will didn't know about it yet, but my period was late. I didn't want to get his hopes up like last time, so I kept it to myself, trying to keep my hopes in check along with his. I prayed that this was where all of our patience paid off.
So while he got dressed, I snuck off to the bathroom to take the test.
I waited on baited breath, and once the time was up, I peeked at the sign.
My hands shot up to cover my mouth, the test clattering to the tile floor. Holy shit. There was a definite positive sign there.
I quickly re-did the test, two, three more times. Just to make sure there was no mistake.
All positive.
My eyes pricked with ecstatic tears. Throwing them all in the trash, I ran out to tell Will.
He suddenly to looked up from the bow tie he was fidgeting with. I watched him take in my teary eyes and his expression grew worried. "Lizzie? Are you alright?"
"Yes! I'm more than alright!"
"What is it, then?" his eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"Will, I'm pregnant," I cried, grinning from ear to ear.
His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. "You're kidding."
"No, I'm not! I took the the test four times! And they were all positive!" I wiped away the tears that had fallen on my cheeks.
Next thing I knew, Will had enveloped me in a huge hug. He picked me up and swung me around in a circle, laughing loudly. Once my feet were on the ground again he kissed me passionately, his hands on either side of my face. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me.
"I'm so happy," he whispered after we broke apart.
"Me too. All of our trying finally paid off, just like you said," I responded.
Kissing me again, he said, "you should really listen to me more often."
I nodded, realization finally dawning on me. "I'm gonna be a mom."
The same thought hit Will shortly after. "I'm going to be a dad."
We smiled at each other, big goofy exuberant smiles.
"I love you, Will."
"I love you, Lizzie." Our voices tangled together as our words came out in unison, causing us to dissolve into peals of laughter.
What was already a good day, turned into one of the best days of our life.
A/N: Wahoo! It's done! Did you like it? I hope you diddd. Leave a review telling me what you think:)
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Anyways, a lot of you expressed that you really wanted to see a proposal fic on this story, but a continuation, like the last 2 chapters. I'm definitely all for that, so I just have to think about how i actually want to write it. Haha. if you have any suggestions let me know. I'm definitely writing a separate one-shot too, but it won't be here, since its set in the past and doesn't involve Lizzie...hint. It's based on our favorite, Darcy:) So look forward to those things.
Blah blah. Once I get 5 reviews, I will work on uploading!
(P.S. AHHHHHH all the Jing feels. Holy moly guacamole. March will be the death of me. I really hope that the end ties up everything nicely. Theres still Catherine de Bourgh, i feel like a bit of Caroline, Lizzie finding Pemberley's videos, Gigi moving, and then a lot of Darcy stuff (!). That's a lot of things still left unsettled, and if it ends in march, that's not a lot of time. I'm kind of worried it will seem a bit rushed. I do trust the writers though, I'm just being weird.)
Well that's my two cents on that. It's basically a novel.
