Bennett Darcy was barely a month old, but he was the center of everyone's life at Pemberley from his mother and father to his aunt and even the household servants. He was the pride and joy of his parents, who loved him with all of their hearts. Though he bore resemblance to his father, with his dark wispy hair and definite face shape, he had Elizabeth's kind eyes and wandering spirit. He loved to be carried around the house to see all of his surroundings. Elizabeth enjoyed walking and talking with him in her arms. She showed him the family portraits of his father and aunt with their own father years ago. And later in the day, she would read to him stories that she had loved in her own childhood, ones that her father had read to her at a very young age. Often, Darcy would pull himself away from working to come visit his wife and son. He very carefully held their son and walked around the room with him.

One afternoon Elizabeth was just waking Bennett up from his nap to feed him when Darcy came into the room in a particularly content mood. He walked over to his wife and son, kissing them both. Elizabeth sat down in her chair and proceeded with the feeding. Bennett sucked greedily, paying no mind to his parents whatsoever. Darcy came and sat next to his wife, caressing the back of the baby's head as he fed.

"It seems that he grows more each day."

"Indeed. Soon you shall be teaching him how to ride a horse. He will become more attached to you than me." Elizabeth sighed and gazed at the baby.

"No. He shall never love either of us more than the other. You shall teach him the things I haven't the patience to teach, such as reading. He loves the stories you read to him."

"But he is hardly more than a month in this life! How do you know if he cares for them or not?" Elizabeth laughed.

"He is our son, so he will become like both of us. He is content when you read to him." Darcy smiled at his wife.

Bennett soon fell asleep, content and full. Elizabeth laid him back in his cradle and kissed his forehead. Then she and Darcy left his nursery to go down the hall to the library to spend some time together. The last month had drained the amount of time alone they got to spend with one another, so every stolen moment was precious. They sat down on the plush, red velvet couch and Elizabeth laid her head on his shoulder, content to be near her husband. It was a quiet moment for the two of them that they cherished. Darcy had made sure that Elizabeth did not overdo things after the birth of their son, limiting her activities such as walking the grounds of Pemberley and making sure that she slept enough through the night. Often times he would wake when Bennett would stir in the cradle next to their bed and pick him up to calm him into restful sleep. Only when he needed to be fed did he wake his wife. It was a gift that Elizabeth was thankful for. She had heard stories of husbands who left all the parenting up to the wife and that is not how she wanted to raise their children. Elizabeth wanted Darcy to be involved in their children's lives, caring for them and loving them just as she did. What was better was that Darcy wanted to be a part and be there for his child and any children they had in the future. To him, his son was the most precious gift Elizabeth could have ever given him, aside from her love.

In the evening, after dinner, Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed and spent time rocking Bennett back and forth while singing a soft lullaby to him. His curious eyes wandered around until they focused on her, as if he recognized her right away as his mother. Elizabeth smiled at her son lovingly and rubbed his cheek softly, lulling him to sleep. Knowing he was asleep, she put him down in the cradle next to the bed and walked over to her vanity and began pulling down her hair. Darcy walked in a short time later, muttering something to himself and unbuttoning his shirt collar. Elizabeth turned around to face her husband, concerned about what he was muttering. He seemed upset about something.

"Is something vexing you?" Her words were sweet and innocent as she turned around to face her husband.

"Nothing of consequence. Just a vile letter I received today from my aunt." Darcy continued to unbutton his shirt and pull it off.

"What ever did it say to make you so abashed?" Elizabeth's interest was peaked.

"She demands to meet her grand-nephew promptly and wishes to make an announcement. An invitation has been extended for us to visit Rosings."

"Even under the events and circumstances of our previous meeting?" Elizabeth was untrusting.

"No. She bids that I come alone with our son." Darcy face was stern and solemn. "But I promise you Lizzie, I will not have it."

Elizabeth knew Lady Catherine could not have forgiven her so easily, much less at all. That woman was more beligerent and threatening than anyone Elizabeth had ever come across in her entire life. It was against Lady Catherine's wishes that Darcy had chose to marry Elizabeth for love. In her grand design she had wished he would marry her daughter, Miss Anne DeBourgh, who was sickly and always in poor health, stating that it was his mother's final dying wish that their two families unite. Truth be told, Elizabeth felt pity for Anne, for she was just a pawn in her mother's schemes to unite their family with the Darcy family, cement in marriage. Her plotting had not shown fruitful when Darcy chose Elizabeth over Anne and over his family's expectation. He abandoned all sort of social ladder when it came to Elizabeth. Their marriage was one of the most unconventional since it was united in love and not social or financial standing like most were. Since their marriage, they had been the happiest couple in all of England. The birth of their child just strengthened their bond.

"What will you do then?" Elizabeth looked at her husband.

"I will not go. I refuse to bend to her will for I am the head of this family."

"Fitzwilliam, you know what damage that will cause!"

"I care not! Lizzie, you know that I would do anything for you and our son, even if it means severing certain family ties that threaten either one of you."

"How shall we handle the situation then?" Elizabeth was curious of her husband's intentions to thwart his aunt's wishes.

"I shall send word that Bennett is not near old enough to travel and too young for visitors. She knows she is not welcome at Pemberley after the incident while you were with child. I will not have her anywhere near our son."

"You truly are too wonderful for words!" Elizabeth threw her arms around his neck lovingly.

"I only do these things for my family. You and Bennett are my life, Lizzie and I adore both of you more than you'll ever know." Darcy kissed her forehead.

"Sometimes I don't think I deserve you." She rested her head on his shoulder, but he lifted her chin to bring her eyes to his.

"Do not ever think that Lizzie because sometimes it is I who is not worthy of your love. You have given me everything and I could not possibly be happier than I am right now with you."

Elizabeth sighed contently and laid her head back down on his shoulder. Darcy wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close to him. It was moments like this that always reassured Elizabeth that Darcy could never fall out of love with her. He was the only man she had ever loved or would ever love in her life. They were together through any stuggle life decided to throw at them. Still, at the back of her mind, Elizabeth could not help but think Lady Catherine had some sort of plan to dissolve their happiness. She knew that Anne was still unmarried, so Catherine sought to marry her off as soon as possible so that a child could be produced. Elizabeth thought it a horrible reason to marry off one's daughter in that manner.

Her own mother sought to marry off all four of her sisters to men of good wealth. She succeeded with Jane, although Jane married Bingley for love and not money. Elizabeth was the counter to all her mother's ideals. She married Darcy not for his money, but for the intense love they shared for one another. Then Lydia marrying Wickham was the family disgrace. Now all who remained unmarried at home were Kitty and Mary. Elizabeth knew her mother was pressing on Kitty firmly to be flirtatious at parties and rebuking Mary for her own shyness and unwillingness to interact with men. Truth be told, Elizabeth thought Mary to be the wisest of her younger sisters. Where Kitty and Lydia persued men, Mary sought knowledge in books and how to play the pianoforte, which she now could beautifully beyond anyone's expectations. She was the younger sister after Elizabeth's own heart. They had read books together under the trees when they were much younger and talked about all sorts of things. Elizabeth knew Mary felt isolated during the years when Kitty and Lydia had been companions and she and Jane had, leaving Mary alone as the exact middle sister. Now she felt horrible for doing such a thing to her younger sister.

Elizabeth's thoughts and comfort in Darcy's arms were short lived as Bennett woke from his sleep, fretful and hungry. The couple broke from one another's arms and tended to their son, Darcy lifting him out of his cradle, kissing his forehead gently before handing him to Elizabeth. Immediately she cradled him close and began humming a lullaby to soothe the baby while she sat down with him. Within moments he was contentedly feeding while Elizabeth watched him lovingly. Darcy sat down next to her, gazing in awe at the baby and wondering how he could have created something so beautiful. His family truly was now his purpose in life. Elizabeth and Bennett meant the world to him and nothing could change that, not even his contemptuous aunt who was hellbent on destroying one of the most joyful things in his life, his marriage. Darcy pondered his options silently as Elizabeth continued humming a soft lullaby to their infant. Nearly an hour later, the baby was sleeping again and Elizabeth put him back in his cradle, pulling a soft blanket around him. Darcy stood up next to her and they watched their son sleep.

"He is so innocent and helpless," Elizabeth murmured.

"I would never allow any harm to come to either of you."

"I do not want your aunt anywhere near our son. Please, Fitzwilliam if there is some way you could prevent her from ever getting near him." Elizabeth had never pleaded with Darcy about anything like this before.

"She shall never lay eyes on our son if I can help it Lizzie. I promise you. For far too long she has poisoned this family with her sour disposition and I will not have the next generation of Darcys exposed to her outrages."

Elizabeth sighed in relief and rested her head on her husband shoulder as they watched their sleeping son. His stomach rose and fell with every little breath he took. Little Bennett did not know exactly how much of a miracle he was to his parents. They had waited for so long to have a child and lived through a miscarriage, which devastated them. Bennett Darcy was the blessing that they had been waiting for. As he slept, his parents watched on with love and adoration. They were a family and always would be, no matter what others might try and do to destroy it.

A/N: Sorry this took longer to post than normal...college takes over after a while! I apologize that this is just a filler for now. I'll try and post more later.