Darcy stood rooted on the spot in his study, he had suddenly realised that he could no longer speak, it felt to him that a lump had appeared in his throat restricting his voice. "My Lizzy." He thought to himself. "Please do not leave me, how could I live without you! I could not live my dearest Elizabeth!"

Darcy quickly collapsed into a chair but still kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling hoping for any signs of life. He suddenly felt the urge of disappointment and sorrow pass over him, what if he had lost Lizzy could he honestly go on living his life as before?

Mr Darcy had just removed his eyes from the ceiling, hot tears starting to form when he thought he heard something, was it his mind?

He suddenly felt deep inside that he needed to be with his wife, he had to see her and there was no man who could possibly stop him. It was at this that he jumped from his chair and ran from the room, hoping and preying that the woman who had him besotted could be given the chance to live.

Georgiana's POV

I stood silently in the room as Elizabeth collapsed back into her pillows. She had demanded that Kitty and I were to remain with her, to comfort her and for reasons which are unknown we consented. At every scream of Elizabeth I thought of what this could be doing to my brother, would he be well sitting alone or should I ask leave of Elizabeth? In condescension and empathy I stayed with Elizabeth hoping and preying that everything went well.

It was hours after sunset when the doctor finally delivered the child. I stood still in complete shock as the doctor held the child in his arms, the only problem that overcame me was the child remained silent.

I looked down at Elizabeth and mopped her sweating brow with a cloth. Her dark eyes suddenly and unceremoniously opened that she frightened me at first. She was extremely exhausted and I could see in her eyes that all she wanted was my brother, but she knew as well as I that that time would come soon enough.

"My child." Elizabeth said in a whisper. I looked up to the doctor in hope that the child was well, his face was looking down at the child a look of confusion on his face. I swallowed hard, I longed for this day, the day in which I was to be an Aunt but as I stared at the doctor I feared that this day may not be 'that day'.

"Your child is fine Mrs Darcy." The doctor said finally as he rubbed the child's chest. "Just give him a moment." I could have cried out in surprise and happiness, the child lived…

"He!" Elizabeth said weakly. The doctor smiled and nodded.

"You have a son." It was at this that the child let out an almighty cry which made me jump. I laughed aloud as the doctor walked to the side of the bed and placed the child in the arms of a maid. I stared as the servant wrapped him in a blanket and passed him to his mother.

There was a deafening silence in the room as the happiness which had long been delayed over the course of the evening was allowed to escape. We all stared down at the child in silence, smiles on our faces, happily preying that both mother a child were well.

Darcy's POV

As I arrived at the bottom of the stairs I heard it again, I thought I had before. It was a child crying! My own heart seemed to be beating far faster that what it should have as Mrs Reynolds walked down the stairs toward me.

"Mrs Reynolds," I said solemnly. "How is my wife?" The housekeeper nodded her head happily.

"The mistress is well sir. You can see her soon, let us get her more comfortable." I nodded to her in gratitude.

It seemed that I had paced the foyer for a long while before Mrs Reynolds reappeared. I stared up at her and as she nodded her head I smiled happily and dashed up the stairs.

By the time I arrived at Elizabeth's chamber I was breathless, I was overwhelmed to be seeing my wife again, I had feared the worst but I had also been proven wrong in my assumptions.

As I walked into the room I saw Elizabeth laid in bed and Georgiana and Kitty stood at her side. Elizabeth looked at me and for a moment I examined her over-pale skin and he weakened composure but it was still my Lizzy. I quickly rushed over and took her hand. I sat beside her and kissed her hand repeatedly.

"My dear Lizzy." I said to her, "I had feared the worst." She slowly placed her hand on my cheek and I looked into her eyes. I had forgotten all aspects of my status at this position, I had flawed my personality with Kitty and showed her a more reasonable side to me in these few moments, but I was unconcerned of any rumours that may pass between servants or between Kitty and the other members of her family. At this position all I had reason to think of was Elizabeth and our child.

"You should not think such things Fitzwilliam." Elizabeth said to me. I quickly nodded to her and as I turned to look at the servant who was stood in the middle of the room I realised that she held a child, I grinned wildly. I let go of Elizabeth's hand quickly and walked over to the child. I stopped in front of the child and looked down at it, it was so beautiful, just like it's mother.

The servant quickly and unceremoniously placed the child in my arms and as I looked at it I walked back to my wife. I looked at her in astonishment.

"Fitzwilliam," She said to me. "We have a son." I laughed to myself and felt that I had to repeat those words.

"I have a son." I whispered to myself while I looked at the child. I quickly looked up to my sister and smiled. "Georgiana, Kitty, I have a son!"

Normal POV

Many of the servants of the Pemberley estate motioned that this day was the happiest that they had ever experienced in the masters charge. They had seen such different methods of behaviour from each family member and finally saw how important they were to each other. The new addition to the Pemberley party would only surely increase the mood of everyone and as the day of the birth passed into the next day the family seemed to be glowing in radiance and happiness, even the younger members of the party.