Authors note: I'm sorry I haven't updated as soon as I would have liked, but I have had some computer difficulties. Please forgive me. Also, I want to point out that this first little scene was originally in the 2nd chapter but accidentally was erased. I put it back in the 3rd chapter because I thought it was so cute!
Darcy stood there in astonishment but then replaced it with a huge grin. He scooped his lovely wife into his arms and twirled her about the room.
Mrs. Reynolds walked into the room. "Fitzwilliam Darcy you put your wife down this instant!" Mrs. Reynolds knew he hated being treated like a child, but he should have known better than to twirl his expecting wife.
Darcy immediately placed Elizabeth firmly on the ground and couldn't help but smile the rest of the day.
Elizabeth was already four months along and realizing that her dresses were beginning to tighten. Shedeemed herself ready to purchase some new dresses. Darcy agreed, (how could he refuse), and joined Elizabeth in town very early the next morning.
On the carriage ride into town, Darcy had noticed Elizabeth had dark circles under her eyes and was somewhat pale. Speaking with concern, he asked, "Elizabeth are you well? You are very pale and look exhausted."
"I'm perfectly fine, please calm yourself. I could not sleep last night; that is all."
"Why could you not sleep? Was I the cause of your insomnia?"
"You did not cause my insomnia; I simply could not fall asleep." Elizabeth felt rather gloomy today. She was alarmed at how fast she could change from perky and upbeat to rather depressed.
"Elizabeth, if you do not feel well we should not be traveling into town."
"For the last time, I'm fine!" She snapped. She knew Darcy was watching out for her well being, but everyone was always fussing over her.
Darcy was taken aback by his wife's attitude. "I'm sorry; I just don't want any complications. I love you so much."
Elizabeth sighed deeply and cuddled up to her husband and feeling strongly of guilt. "I'm sorry I was so short with you, but I am frustrated with the fuss everyone is making over me. It is quite ridiculous really."
The carriage fell silent for a few moments before Elizabeth decided to speak of an important subject. "When are we going to announce my condition?"
"That, truthfully, I have not yet considered it."
"We should inform Georgiana before I show too much. We keep putting it off. I have already written a letter to Jane, however."
Darcy was not surprised at all. He knew Elizabeth must have already told Jane, her dearest sister, of the joyous event. "Exactly what part of that is supposed to astonish me?"
"Fitzwilliam, you are incorrigible!" He chuckled, knowing she would say just that. "Now, in all seriousness; when do we plan to tell my family? Oh-,"
"What is it my dear?" He asked the question with haste, and his concern was growing by the second.
"Calm yourself, Fitzwilliam. I only thought of some certain people we must tell. I am certain you have not thought of this horrid problem."
"Who must we tell, my love?"
"First, there is the matter of your Aunt; whom you haven't spoken to since our marriage. Secondly, what of Lydia? I cannot exclude her because of recent events. She is my sister after all."
"Do not worry yourself, darling. We should concentrate more on fitting you with some new gowns at the moment."
"Why is that?"
He couldn't help but smile at her question. "Because, my dear, we have arrived."
Mr. Darcy escorted Mrs. Darcy to see the seamstress. As Elizabeth was being measured, his thoughts were left to wander. What on earth am I going to tell my Aunt! I don't even want to think on it! The Wickams are not a better alternative to relieve my mind momentarily, unfortunately. Bloody hell! I knew this would be somewhat complicated, but this is ridiculous. I suppose I shall write a letter to my Aunt because I have no choice. As for the Wickams, well… I hope Lizzie will agree to write a letter to Mrs. Wickam.
"Fitzwilliam? Fitzwilliam." Elizabeth was growing impatient after addressing him for the fifth time.
Causing a small scene she nearly shouted, "Mr. Darcy!"
Quite startled, Mr. Darcy automatically offered his arm and proceeded to the carriage with his wife. After they were settled, he resumed the discussion from the previous carriage ride.
"I have decided to write my Aunt to tell her of our news. As for the Wickams, I suppose you should write a letter to Lydia, for you are her sister. I see no other solutions. What is your opinion?"
"I agree whole heartily with your decision. Shall I invite the Bingleys to stay with us in a month? I know it is soon, but I dearly miss Jane and I am sure you desire the company of Charles."
"I find that perfectly agreeable. What of your parents then?"
"I do not wish to write them too soon, for our house will be pure chaos if they stay for many months. I will however, invite them after the child is born. Is that agreeable to you?"
"Yes, my dear. Very much so." Darcy was feeling rather relieved. Everyone was to be informed.
All of a sudden, Elizabeth realized something and thought it so humorous; she could not help but laugh. "Darcy, what about Georgiana?"
Darcy found it hard to fight back a laugh. How could he forget his sister from the previous carriage ride! "I suppose we should tell her tonight at dinner."
"Have we thought of everyone to inform?"
"I hope so, this seems more complicated than I expected. Unfortunately, I thought it seemed pretty complicated to start with!"
Elizabeth and Darcy were entertained by thoughts of chaos in the coming months for the remainder of the carriage ride.