Sorry I haven't updated in a couple days. The life of a college student. Anyway... Here is another chapter I enjoyed writing.

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Chapter 29

The next morning after the Darcy's arrived at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy himself found himself situated in his study, preparing ledgers, and finances, for when they were to leave back for Netherfield in five days time, to prepare for his sister's wedding to his best friend. Darcy could not help but grin. His sister. It was true. Jane Bennet was very much his sister now, and he could not be happier.

Darcy left the door to his study open to catch the breeze from the hallway. He was enjoying being back home. Pemberley was full again. It was a home now.

The servants had taken to the new Mistress, and were quite in all of her politeness, and how she had already taken over the household. She was trying very hard to learn everyone's name, and every servant who approached here was greeted with a smile, and a thank you when they left. Elizabeth was the consummate mistress. Pemberley was in great hands.

Darcy smiled as he heard little squeals and footsteps outside in the hallway. It was great that his children had taken a liking to their new home. But then, they were young, and their adjustment period was a bit smaller than Elizabeth's would be.

"Miss Sophia!" He recognized the frantic voice of the nursemaid. And the giggles that followed, as the footsteps grew closer, put a smile on his face. "Miss Sophia, you must stop!"

Of course Sophia was Elizabeth's daughter, and therefore, had a mind of her own. Darcy looked up from his desk just in time to see the toddler, bounding through the door, giggling, and running straight to him.

"Papa! Up, up, up!"

Chuckling he picked her up and sat her on his lap, just in time to see the nursemaid come through the door. She saw him and dropped a curtsey, just as Sophia, buried her face in his neck, giggling and out of breath. "I am sorry sir. She has great energy this morning."

He shook his head, "Do not worry. Will you bring young Master William in here too? I find I am in great need of some diversion."

She left the room, and he looked at his daughter who was now sitting in his lap, her tiny hands, running along the big desk. She was a delightful child, always trying to discover new things, say new words. When the nursemaid brought his son in, he sat him on his other leg, and listened while the two of them started talking their baby talk, in their own little world.

To say that Darcy was excited to be a father, was an understatement. There were no words to how he really felt. He could deny these children nothing, their mother as well.

Darcy did not know how long he had been there with his children, but they were soon interrupted by their mother herself. "Mrs. Reynolds told me you had the children. I hope they are not disturbing your business."

Darcy smiled and shook his head. "I find I prefer their distractions, as I have done all that I can do. The rest can wait until we get back home."

It was Elizabeth's turn to shake her head, this time in amusement. "If you let them do this now, then you will never get any work done at all."

"A price I am willing to pay, wife, for the joy of having children."

"She escaped did she not?"

"Quite easily, it seems."

Elizabeth looked at her willful daughter. "Sophia, you must not leave the room without an adult."

Sophia was distracted. "Tay Mama!" She went back to playing with a trinket on her papa's desk.

"She is so happy all the time."

"Sometimes she has her moments," Elizabeth sat across from them amused, her son was slapping his hands against the desk. "William darling, you must be careful," She turned to Darcy. "I do not want him to think it is ok treating someone else's property like that Fitzwilliam. The sooner we break them from that the easier it will be."

Darcy nodded his agreement, and sat William down, and watched him amble towards his mother. She pulled him onto her lap, and he laid his head on her shoulder.

"Where is Georgiana," Elizabeth asked as she stroke her sons back.

"Riding, I'm sure," Darcy mused. "It is difficult to keep Georgiana indoors at home, because of her horses. She is quite the horsewoman."

Elizabeth nodded. "I love horses. I find I miss my daily rides with Papa. We used to ride to the top of the mount, and just sit there and talk for hours." Elizabeth eyes were misty.

"I would be glad, my dear, to give you that pleasure. I find riding refreshing, and if I am able to get out then all the better. I would be happy if you would accompany me."

"The children-"

"Would be in the best care until our return," Darcy interrupted. "Mrs. Reynolds can run a strict house hold without the Mistress for a few hours."

Elizabeth nodded her agreement. "Of course, I do not doubt that. She has done an admirable job to be sure."

"She has been here since before I can remember."

"I did not realize it was that long."

"Yes, my grandfather hired her, just before my father and mother took over. Of course, I was one around that time. I do not remember a time that she has not been here."

"She seems a special woman."

"As are you."

"I thank you for the compliment."

"There is no need, as they are very easy to give."

Elizabeth giggled, and Darcy was relieved that she was looking better. The color was returning to her face, and her eyes were no longer tired. "You are feeling better then, Love?"

"I am. I do not know what was wrong with me, but yes, I am quite well now. I thank you."

"Again, Mrs. Darcy. There is no need."

"I know husband, but, most husbands would not bother to ask."

"I am not most husbands, then," he teased.

"No darling, you are not. Though I suspect now that you are fishing for compliments."

"Tis only fair that you pay them to me in return."

"I fear your ego should I give."

He laughed, she loved his laugh, full on and deep. "My ego, Mrs. Darcy. You wound me."

"You are far from wounded Mr. Darcy. In fact, I fear you are turning into your cousin in manners. What has happened to you," she teased.

"I find myself happy in my present company."

"You, dear husband, are a man of great depths. You laugh in private, not in public. You are quiet in public, not in private. You have so many different attitudes, it puzzles me exceedingly."

"I trust you will be a quick student, wife."

"I shall enjoy my time during my studies, husband."