Elizabeth slept the remainder of the day, the full following night, and half the day after that. As far as her husband and sister were concerned, no one had ever deserved it more. Darcy refused to leave her side, even to eat, still nervous that she was too near the brink of danger. The newest Darcys were being looked after by Mrs. Bingley, Georgiana, Mrs. Reynolds, and anyone in the household who wasn't actively doing their designated chores.

When Elizabeth did finally wake up, she found she was asleep on her husband's chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her. She stretched, sighed, and reached down to feel the rise of her stomach, as she had on so many previous occasions.

"Oh…" she sighed, finding herself substantially smaller.

"Elizabeth, at last, you're awake. What do you need, love?"

"Oh...nothing, William, I just...I had the strangest dream. Where is our son?"

"He is in the next room, probably getting more attention than any baby since the Christ Child. Do you not inquire for his sister?"

"Sister? Oh, William, it wasn't a dream? There were two?"

"Twins, darling, you had twins. Two strong, healthy babies. According to everyone else, at least, I haven't left you long enough to determine for myself. The doctor assures me it's quite normal for people to sleep for a day and a half after that sort of ordeal, but he didn't seem to know what to do when the girl came, so I'm not terribly inclined to...what are you doing, Lizzy?"

Elizabeth had suddenly realized that she had two children she had barely seen, and was attempting to get up and see to their well-being herself. She made it two steps before beginning to wobble. Fortunately, her husband was determined that she would do nothing but rest, and swept her off her feet and back into the bed.

"Elizabeth, you are absolutely forbidden to leave that bed at present. If you wish to see the children, I will have them brought to us upon your command."

"Of course I wish to see the children!" The word felt strange in Lizzy's mouth; she still could not believe that she had not one but two children. "Who is Dr. Trainor to limit me to my bed? I'm no longer with child, I should be free to go where I please."

Darcy called for a maid to send for the children at once, then returned to his wife. "It is not Dr. Trainor, love, but me that restricts you to bed. Mrs. Reynolds has told me much of how fatigued and prone to illness new mothers are, and I will not take that chance. Further, I must insist that we employ a regular nurse for the children at the earliest possible opportunity."

This short speech was ended by the entrance of Georgiana Darcy holding her nephew and Jane Bingley holding her niece. The moment she looked upon them, every other concern that Elizabeth had melted away.

"Oh. There really are two, aren't there?" Everyone laughed as Lizzy was handed her son. She found it challenging, but not impossible, to shift the boy into the crook of her arm securely so his sister could occupy the other side.

"Jane, Georgie, I do beg your pardon, but might we have a moment alone?"

"Certainly, brother," Georgiana slipped out of the room, followed by Jane, who closed the door securely behind her.

Darcy returned to the bed and slid his arms around his wife's shoulders.

"What do you suppose we should name them, Elizabeth?" He whispered.

"I seem to recall a conversation about this some months ago, William. Of course, I believe it dissolved into a debate over which gender we each believed the child would be. Doesn't that seem pointless now?" Darcy laughed as one of the babies, his son-my heir, he realized-began to cry.

"William, who has been feeding the children while I was asleep?" Lizzy had not considered until then that her children would have no interest in her rest when they felt compelled to seek nourishment. She looked inquiringly at her husband while handing him his daughter so she could feed her son for the first time.

"Elizabeth, don't be angry with me…" Darcy knew she had not wanted anyone near the child that she hadn't personally approved, and he had to assume that her defensiveness had increased in proportion to the population of the nursery. Her distracting breast wasn't going to help him make his argument.

"Who, Darcy?"

"I hired a wet-nurse from the village, an honest woman, clean, several healthy children."

"Darcy, I wanted to feed our children myself! They're mine, ours, and I should get that privilege!"

"And you shall have it, my love. But you were asleep and exhausted, you could not be asked to do more for them. We had no choice, and Jane quite approves Mrs. Turner. And there are two, you need the assistance. We don't have to keep her forever, but you are going to rest until you're truly better, Elizabeth. There will be no concession on that point."

"We can put that on the list of things we will discuss later. I suppose a day and a half without names is probably long enough. What are your thoughts?"

"Darcy tradition dictates that his name would be Bennet. Bennet Darcy. Elizabeth, what's wrong?" Darcy had moved his eyes from the face of his son to that of his wife and found tears running down her face.

"Oh, William. Bennet Darcy. It's such a beautiful combination of you and me. He's named after our love, I can't think of anything better to name him." Darcy pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed the tears from Elizabeth's cheeks.

"I never thought about it that way before. I suppose that's where it must have come from. I wonder if my parents said the same." She smiled at the rare wistful look on his face. "Now, a middle name. Any ideas?"

"We've given him a name from each side of the family, perhaps the middle should be an outside source. George after the king, perhaps?"

"George was also my father, it would favor my side too heavily. And it's Wickham's first name." Elizabeth shuddered at the memory of her sister's husband, stuck rotting in prison in Scotland with his accomplice after their ill-thought forced entry to their home left him with a permanent limp.

"Perhaps we should stop looking to people and start looking to literature. We do both like to read, after all." Bennet Undecided Darcy was now sated, and his mother had begun returning her nightdress to its customary position when his sister decided she was ready to dine. She carefully traded children with Darcy and switched sides to continue feeding. He wondered what he might inadvertently agree to when presented with such a delightful sight.

"Excellent idea, what do you think, son? Bennet Hamlet Darcy, or Bennet Quixote Darcy? Or perhaps your mother favors Bennet Virgil Darcy."

"I'm serious, William. When I was a girl, my favorite stories were of the round table. What about Bennet Arthur Darcy? He is, after all, a son of Albion."

"That was one of my favorite tales when I was a child, too. You must never tell anyone this, but I used to throw sticks into the pond where your uncle and I fish, so that I could find them and use them as swords. Bennet Arthur Darcy...I think it's perfect."

"Bennet Arthur Darcy it is, then. And now for our daughter's name."

"How does Morgana strike your fancy?"

"We are not naming our first daughter after an evil sorceress."

"Are you sure? Look, she has your eyes, I am quite confident she will be capable of enchanting people when she so chooses."

Elizabeth blushed at the intensity of Darcy's gaze. "Perhaps Elaine or Guinevere? I think twins ought to have names similar in theme."

"I find I'm in agreement with Guinevere, but I never cared for the name Elaine. It somehow manages to be both short and long. And Guinevere can be shortened for everyday use."

"There we are, Guinevere on Sundays, Gwen for every day. William, perhaps we should have a family name for her as well. How do you like Guinevere Anne Darcy?"

It was Darcy's turn to be emotional, though he did not allow the tears their freedom.

"My mother would be honored." He smiled at his children, thankful for the woman beside him, thankful he had found his family, and promising silently to never let them go.

"It's settled then. Bennet Arthur and Guinevere Anne Darcy."