Chapter Nineteen; Mrs. Darcy
"Mrs. Elizabeth Luciana Keene Bennet Darcy. My Mrs. Darcy." The tall stunning groom said as he walked through the front door of their Apartment. "Welcome home." The bride, giddy with joy and tipsy from champagne grabbed her husband's top hat and jumped out of his arms to dance a jig on the coffee table. Laughing her Dr. Darcy picked her up and gave her a little toss.
"Mrs. Darcy" Mrs. Darcy said. "This will take some getting used to."
"But it's a wonderful sound, Mrs. Darcy."
"Don't call me that Mr. Darcy – God we sound so proper." The bride proclaimed.
"Then what should I call you?" Darcy asked.
"At the moment…Lover."
Darcy woke the next morning to find Elizabeth's fragrant curls sprayed across his chest as she slept on his stomach. Her lying there, tight in his arms he couldn't help but watch her sleep. Those eyes were closed and her mouth was open, she snored softly, she was breath taking; and she was his. All the tears and all the fears, fights and jokes had culminated into everything he dreamed of. Despite his pride, her prejudice, and the life bohemian there was a happy ending. She was his and he was hers.
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