I thought that this would be better from Will's POV.
Sad thought, the "issue" is over. That means that the series is *tear* almost done.
I REFUSE TO THINK ABOUT THAT! SO:

boring disclaimer here.

Will woke up to no Lizzie in his arms. He looked over at his clock. Nope, same time as always. Lizzie should be asleep. But she wasn't. He walked downstairs and was relieved when she was standing in the kitchen with two cups of coffee sitting on the island.

"Well this is a surprise." He smiled and leaned across the island to be closer to Lizzie's face.

"What type of surprise? A 'Lizzie Trap' surprise, a 'watch my videos' surprise, or a 'my name is Lizzie Bennet, and I'm in love with William Darcy' surprise?"

He laughed. He had started the references after they were married, and they kinda grew to fit everything that they asked about each other's thoughts. "A combination of 'watch my videos' and 'my name is Lizzie Bennet, and I'm in love with William Darcy'." He took a sip of the coffee. Perfect, just she always makes it.

"Do explain." She leant more forward on the counter so their knuckles were touching.

"Well, a 'watch my videos' surprise, because I love to wake up with you in my arms, and you weren't there. That made me more disappointed than that video." She visibly winced. "And a 'my name is Lizzie Bennet, and I'm in love with William Darcy' surprise, because you are perfect, that surprise was perfect, and so was this one." He leaned forwards and kissed her lightly. The doorbell rang and Lizzie pulled away

"I'll get it." She ran to the door before he could object. He drank more of his coffee and listened.

"No, Gigi. I haven't yet." Haven't what.

"Do you want me to stay?" Why stay?

"No! Why?"

"Okay, okay. Call me though, or text." Call or text her with what?

"Okay. Bye Gigi." The door shut and Lizzie called into the kitchen. "Will, come upstairs with me?"

She must have skipped steps because she was halfway up the stairs before he even got there. By the time he got to their room, Lizzie wasn't even visible.

"Lizzie? Is everything okay?" He was worried. What is going on?

"Yeah." Her voice was squeaky, and coming from the bathroom.

Will made his way to the door and saw her leaning against the counter, staring into the mirror. "The great Lizzie Bennet is speechless, something it wrong."

"No, Will. Everything is perfect." She turned and looked at him, with a smile he had never seen before. "Its a plus. We have a plus."

"What do you mean we have a plus? Oh. You mean that you're... We're... That... Are you sure?"

"Will, would I have told you if i wasn't almost completely sure?" Oh my God.

"Then you need to sit down. Can I get you anything? What do you need." He picked her up and started to carry her through the bedroom, downstairs where he could keep an eye on her.

"WILL! I do not need you to do this." She hopped out of his arms and almost fell over from all the effort she put into getting free. He reached forward and grabbed her by the waist.

"Lizzie, please. You need to be careful." He picked her up and started to carry her down the stairs again. She didn't fight this time, just glared at him.

"You're going to be one of those guys, aren't you?" She sighed when he put her down on the couch. She sat up and pretzeled her legs.

"I don't know what you mean." He sat gently next to her. "I just want to make sure you're both okay." He leaned forward to get a better look of her face.

"Will, you are going to be one of the guys who, one he finds out his wife is having a baby, starts telling her she can't cut up fruit because she might hurt herself. Or she can't go to work because she needs rest."

"Yes." He wasn't going to argue with her. That sounds about right. "And while we're talking about it, I don't want you walking everywhere anymore. Some exercise is fine, but Lizzie-"

"The hills in this city can be very unforgiving" She joined in, and they said it in unison.

"So you agree then?" He felt like he had won a major battle. Get rid of all the junk food in the house, thats what I have to do. Junk food is bad for her. and for the, he caught his breath, the baby.

"No. I do not agree. One, I will still be able to fend for myself. Two, I need to work. Three, I like walking. I don't need you to stress out any more." She went to get up, and he pulled her back down to the sofa.

"What do you need, Lizzie? I will get it for you."

"You aren't going to let this go, are you?" She tucked her knees up to her chest and crossed her ankles.

"No, you need to keep off your feet! What do you want?"

"Fine. I will make a deal with you. You can be as protective as you want, within reason, if-" She stopped to think about it, and smirked. She's going to say something she knows I can't do. Well, I am going to prove her wrong. "If, you tell my mother AND your aunt."

Crap. Breathe. For Lizzie. "Fine. No problem."

"What? You want to tell my mother? You do realize, she will consume your entire day?"

"I can deal with that. Now please, Lizzie. Stay seated and tell me what you want."

"My phone." What? "So I can tell Gigi. And Fitz. And Charlotte. And Bing and Jane. And Lydia." She smiled and rested her cheek on her. "I have a busy day ahead of me."

"Fine." He got up and went to find her phone. It didn't take that long, it was sitting on the kitchen counter. He got back to Lizzie, and she did not look good at all. "Lizzie, what's wrong?"

"Do you have an plastic bag handy." He got up, ran back to the kitchen and found a trash bag, returning to Lizzie.

"Now I do. Why?" She snatched it out of his hands and opened it up. Next thing he knew, she was tying it off and handing it to him.

"Morning sickness." Oh. Right. Yes. "Now go throw that out while I send out a mass text." He did what he was told and heard from the kitchen Lizzie's voice: Domino group message: Gigi Darcy, Fitz Williams, Charlotte Lu, Jane Bennet, Lydia Bennet. Guess who's having a baby? Domino, send message. He got back to the living room, and Lizzie was smirking. "Okay, your turn." And with that she curled up in a ball on the sofa. "And be a dear and bring my coffee."

She is taking advantage of your need to protect her.
I don't care. I want her to.
You aren't going to be able to handle this.
What makes you think that.
Because, I'm the little voice inside your head that tells the truth?
Nice try.

He sighed and picked up the two coffees and went back to the living room. He placed them both on the table and gently scooted himself under Lizzie's head. "Domino, call-" he sighed, Lizzie laughed. "Mother-in-law." And the phone started to ring.