I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. Life caught up with me I guess. Relatives came to visit my house, that's just wonderful! Here is the next chapter!

(Italics are thoughts)

STOP POKING ME I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

The next morning, Elizabeth woke to see her husband had already left the bedroom. She quickly dressed and went down to his study, but before she could do so, Mrs. Reynolds confronted and whispered something in her ear. Elizabeth gave a quick look of shock and then it disappeared. She wandered to where Bingley, Jane, and Papa were enjoying each others company and whispered a question to Bingley, to which he nodded his consent. Elizabeth then made her way to her original destination; the study. She knocked on the door gingerly, and waited for permission to proceed into the room.

"Enter." He was very stern, something had upset him.

Upon entering Darcy's study, Elizabeth noticed papers strewn about his desk. She thought this very odd because Darcy was the neatest person she has ever known.

"Yes?" He said curtly.

He is definitely in a bad mood. "Darling, what is the matter? You were not in such a mood yesterday." She was a little concerned. Elizabeth didn't particularly want to be left alone while he was off in London.

"I'm sorry dear, I, well, I have to ride to London. Urgent business, I'm afraid."

"I see." He's lying, or at least not telling the whole truth. "Well, you are lying to me. Tell the truth."

Damn! I am not readable to anyone else! "It's nothing, really. I will leave tonight and be back in about 5 days."

"I didn't ask you to tell me the truth, I told you. Now, surely you realize that if I don't know where my husband is off to, or why, I will have more stress upon my shoulders, which you know is bad for the baby."

He sighed deeply. She stooped to stress over the baby. "Alright, I got a letter from Wickam saying he needs my help and to meet him in London. I would refuse him, but it seems to be involving you sister. I would not wish anything upon your sister, no matter how silly a girl, so I feel it is my duty to protect her. As I said, I should be back in about 5 days."

"You do not find this all suspicious? I think you should most definitely not go at all, but being the stubborn man you are, I cannot dissuade you. So, instead, I am coming with you."

"You most certainly are not coming! Not in your condition!"

She gave him the let-me-help-or-die look. "Does it look like I'm in the mood to argue? If you won't allow me to come, take Bingley with you. I'm sure he will agree, for he is one of your dearest friends."

"Alright, I will ask him to join me."

"No need, I already have. He has agreed."

"What? How -"

"Darling, I am your wife. This means I know almost everything that has concern for your well being."

"Yes, I am aware, but -"

"Fitzwilliam, I have an insider." He gave her a look of pure shock. "Oh yes, and I will most definitely not tell you who this insider is, because without this someone, I would be left in the dark."

Darcy chuckled at his wife's slyness. He had suspicions about who this 'insider' was, but in all truth he didn't mind that much.

"Fitzwilliam, I will miss you immensely." Elizabeth gave him a pout, even though she knew he must go.

In return he raised his hand to caress her cheek. She gave him a small smile. He loved her smiles. "I love you, my dearest, loveliest, Elizabeth. I will miss you as well."

Later that evening, after their husbands' departure, Jane and Elizabeth decided to enjoy each others company in solitude.

"I don't know, Jane, something feels wrong. You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach that something isn't right? I need that feeling to go away, but it won't." Elizabeth was extremely distraught. She knew that Darcy would think her insane to go all the way to London - in her condition, might she add – for just a funny feeling.

"Lizzie, I'm sure all will be well. Although, I will not lie, this seems a bit strange. For Wickam, I mean. Perhaps you will feel better after a good nights rest. You should go off to bed. I will go and see what Georgiana and Papa are up to. They are bound to be doing something…odd. " Jane walked out of the parlor following Lizzie, but went separate ways to find their destinations.

Elizabeth fell into a restless sleep. Her dream was incredibly perplexing. Wickam kept appearing just before she could reach Darcy. He seemed to be holding her back, blocking her. She was very unnerved about the whole situation. Elizabeth was up most of the night worrying over Darcy, not being able to get a wink of sleep. She decided to do something rash. She had to do something! Lizzie decided to write a note briefly before she departed at dawn

Papa, Jane, Georgiana,

I regret that by the time you receive this letter, I will already be on my way to Town. Something isn't right and I'm not going to sit back and do nothing about it. I hope you will understand I needed to do this. Please do not worry about me. I am very capable of taking care of myself.

All my love,

Elizabeth

The journey to Town was long and boring. She eventually made it to the Darcy townhouse in early evening, which was a relief to her, hating carriage rides and all. She timidly entered, hoping to not come across Darcy right away. As luck would have it, she bumped straight into his chest in the hallway- no where to escape; damnit- and slowly dared to look at his face. She gave him a look of innocence, which made his brow furrow further.

"Um, hello darling. So…good…to…see…you?" She said with great hesitation.

"I love you, so I am going to try and be calm about this. WHY are you here!"

"Long story really, don't have time to-"

"Oh yes you do. You are definitely not off the hook for this one."

Elizabeth sighed deeply before telling him everything from the feeling in the pit of her stomach to the unsettling dream about Wickam. When she was finished, he just stared at her in disbelief.

"Well, you asked." She shifted uncomfortably under his stare and waited for his response.

"So I did. But you- I-," he sighed, "You know what, let's just go to bed; you must be tired after your journey."

"Are you quite angry with me?" She asked, loathing the answer he might give.

"Let us put it this way, I am not happy you came all this way – by yourself – all because of a feeling. But, I must say I am very happy to see you."

"What do you mean 'all because of a feeling'? People should really heed women's instincts more often. You never know what might happen." She snapped. She'll be damned if he didn't listen to her tonight. She spent an entire night worried sick about him! And that is exactly what she told him.

"I'll be damned if you don't listen to me. You were not the one up the entire night worried sick about your HUSBAND, Mr. Darcy."

"Elizabeth, I didn't mean to say that-,"

"I just love you so much, I do not want anything to happen to you," a tear escaped from her eye and rolled down her cheek. She took a deep breath and exhaled. Elizabeth decided to retire for the evening and was beginning to make her way past Darcy to their (his) bedchamber. Before she could slip away, Darcy grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him.

Elizabeth melted into his embrace as hot tears began to run down her cheeks. She felt so vulnerable with her feelings all over to map lately. Her pregnancy was not the most comfortable of situations to be in.

"Shhhhhhh, my dear. I apologize. I did not try to under estimate you. Please, I hate it when you cry." He felt and enormous amount of guilt for making his expectant wife cry. Elizabeth pulled away to look up at Darcy, who had a pained expression on his face. He wiped away the tears from her cheeks, and they silently walked to his bedchamber.

Just to let ya know, the next chapter is going to be the ACTION CHAPTER! Yay! Be prepared! Bring your armor! And your bug spray, and your thoughts for alllllll the reviews you are going to write! HINT HINT