Epilogue

Windrush Manor.

Spring – Fifteen years later – 1918.

"Alright. Put your foot here and don't-"

Elizabeth watched as her adoptive son, Luis Charles, helped his younger sister up on the newest Ford car her husband purchased but the youngest Darcy daughter wasn't finished. Apparently, Luis, wanted to show her the engine and the little girl delighted in teasing her brother when she poked her finger where grease was. He, being the tall and smitten image of Charles Bingely, with that gorgeous blond hair, was one of the most handsome of men and Elizabeth thanked God for him! Fifteen years ago, after the capture of Wickham, Elizabeth became the humble bride of Fitzwilliam Darcy. He in turn loved her passionately and she learned everything from him about why he'd called the engagement off and where the mystery of how he wanted to only to keep her safe from Wickham. He'd been sentenced for a year in jail but word never reached them when he was released.

And for that matter, as Lizzy heard two more voices, she and Fitzwilliam didn't care. They were both thankful to God as well as Our Blessed Mother for the blessings God gave them from the moment they were married onward!

Folding her arms, she heard one of her other children explain.

"A new car?! Papa! This is incredible!"

"Yes! And Luis? Why are you letting Frances poke her head in the engine?"

"I wanted to simply show her what the engine looks like!" Luis replied but he merely held his five-year-old sister gently as he held her up.

Elizabeth blinked when she realized her younger daughter's face was smeared in grease.

"Luis? What have I reminded you about letting Frances have grease on her cheeks?" She called as she rose.

"To not to." He replied as he lowered her to the ground.

The newest Ford was parked outside of the Classical Revival Manor and Lizzy was sitting outside. She was doing this because when Lillian appeared, the newest addition of the Darcy family squealed loudly when the cook asked.

"Mrs. Darcy? Should you be nursing him?"

"Yes, Lillian. Can we switch? I'll take the baby and can you help clean Frances up? She's covered in grease."

"Well: better grease than chocolate! Come along, Miss Darcy!" Lillian answered as the two ladies switched children. When Elizabeth took their youngest boy in her arms, she smiled at Lillian as she thanked her.

"Got into the grease again?" A deep masculine voice asked.

Turning, Elizabeth nodded to her husband as she answered.

"Yes. But thankfully: Lillian knows how to clean her up."

"And I'm pleased that you're fine! How is our boy?" The voice of her husband asked.

He approached from the side and in the spring light, Lizzy never loved any other man, second to Jesus, as much as she did Fitzwilliam Darcy! He'd been a wonderful husband to six beautiful children and when Georgina was married, it was also such a blessing to watch him walk her up the aisle! And she in turn: married a great man and Fitzwilliam was thankful he wasn't Wickham!

When Lizzy seated herself to nurse their son, Patrick, Fitzwilliam stood beside her and as he watched, he crossed his leg over the other before he whispered.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." Lizzy replied and when she felt Patrick nurse, she looked up and met the lips of her husband.

The birds of the spring air sounded as they watched the couple kiss. It was one out of many blessings the Darcy Couple would have forever!

The End.