This chapter was difficult to write, I hope you like it... and I also hope you review.

6. The Happy Family

"Lizzie?"Lizzie didn't answer.
"Lizzie!"
"What?" she impatiently asked.
"It's mum," Jane answered. Lizzie sighed and walked with her sister to their parent's room.
"Mum?" she asked, carefully knocking on the wooden door.
"Please, leave me alone," their mother's voice sadly said.
Lizzie tried to open the door, but it was locked.
"Why did you think I called you?" Jane whispered.
"I dunno, maybe you wanted to convince me Lydia can't keep the baby?" Lizzie whispered back.
"Open the door, we'll talk about that later."
"Mum?" Lizzie asked again, "could you please open the door?"
"No, I can't."
"Mum, you gotta unlock the door, you're not the only one who's shocked."
She heard some noice and then the door opened. She saw her mother, who sat down on her bed again.
"I'm a bad mother," she said in a low voice.
"No, you're not," Jane said, and she hugged her mother.
"Absolutely not, it was Lydia who was a little... soon, not you," Lizzie beamed.
"Soon! Soon! My little girl slept with someone, while she is fifteen years old! Fifteen!" her mother yelled.
"And she is pregnant! At her fifteenth!" She started to cry again, "what do I have to do? Mr Bennet doesn't want to talk
and I can't handle this on my own!"
"Mum, what's your opinion?" Lizzie asked. Her mother looked at her.
"I 've got no idea, I need Mr Bennet," she softly answered. Lizzie saw the tears running down her cheeks and she stood up.
"Jane?"
Jane looked at her in a way of 'I can't leave mum like that!', but when she saw Lizzie's face, she also stood up.
"I'll be right back, mum," she said. Their mother didn't even hear her, she was too busy with crying and being sad.
"What?" Jane asked, when they stood in the small hall and Lizzie closed the of their mother's bedroom.
"What do you think?" she whispered angry, "from the moment Lydia told us she's pregnant, yesterday, you're being negative!
That doesn't really help matters!"
"What has to be helped? It's crystal clear Lydia can't take care of herself, don't even think about a baby!"
"Give her a chance! Don't you see the changes? She's acting like a real grown up!"
"Yeah, the last twenty-four hours. On which side are you, actually?"
"Im on Lydia's," Lizzie firmly said. Jane frowned and looked at her like she was dissapointed.
"Don't look like that," Lizzie snapped. Since Jane had met Charles Bingley, she had become more confident, in a good way.
But this was the first time in their lives the two eldest Bennet sister stood on very different sides.
"Did Charles tell you you've gotta have an own opinion?" she asked in a sweet voice. Jane froze and then started to cry.
"I can't believe you said that about Charlie! This is not his point of view, but mine!" she ran into their bedroom and slammed the door.
"Great," Lizzie mumbled. Now she could not only hear her mother cry, but also Jane. She felt terrible and walked downstairs,
where Mary was playing a song on the piano, that Lizzie made feel even more sad, althought it was a beautiful piece.
As like she could hear Lizzie's thoughts, Mary turned around when she finished it.
"'Fast zu ernst' from Robert Schumann," she said. Lizzie nodded and wanted to leave the room. When she had reached the door,
she turned around.
"Mares?"
"Yes?"
"What do you think about the whole situation?"
Mary didn't answer, but started to play 'Fast zu ernst' again. The music almost made Lizzie cry, and she quickly left. She
looked for her dad and found him in the barn.
"Dad?" she softly asked. He looked up.
"Lizzie!" he smiled.
"Mum has freaked out."
His smile dissapeared and he frowned.
"Lizzie-"
"Dad, what's gonna happen? What do you think?" Lizzie asked. She was desperate and needed someone to talk to.
"I think the weather's great and that I need to walk for a while," her father simply said, and he stepped out of the barn.
"Dad!" Lizzie exclaimed, but he was already gone. She felt angry and walked mad into the garden. Lydia and Kitty were
sitting under the tree.
"Right, now I've seen the whole crazy Bennet family," Lizzie mumbled and she snapped at Lydia: "Was it that difficult to keep
you're hands of and just wait?"
Lydia stood up, with a confident look on her face.
"Like I said yesterday, Liz, I don't really know what to do – but it would be great to get some support. Mum, dad and Jane
seem to hate me."
"They don't hate you. Look, you'll get my support..." Lizzie searched for the right words, "I think you should keep the baby,
if you're sure you want that. You made a mistake and you can't let them kill your kid, only because you were the one that did
something stupid... but you have to be really sure about it."
Lydia looked at her, and Lizzie didn't knew what the look did mean. Kitty stood up and walked away.
"Kit?" Lydia asked, but the youngest girl didn't aswer.
"Well, I guess I also go," Lydia said, frowning. "And thanks, Liz."
Lizzie saw the weird look on her sister's face, and she realized they never really talked. Talked, like she and Jane did. Jane...
While Lydia opened the door of the house to go inside, the sound of Schumann's music reached Lizzie's ears.