The next two weeks were literally hell on earth for Elizabeth Bennett Darcy. Her lying in drew nearer with every day that passed. Unfortunately, Lydia and Wickham did arrive with their entire brood of now four children. The youngest, another daughter named Sarah, had just barely passed her first month of life. For Elizabeth's sake, her entire family with the exception of Jane and Bingley, were kept at bay on the other side of the house. The stress of it all could have sent her into an early labor, which no one wanted, especially Darcy. Elizabeth was now confined to strict bed rest with little to no movement save to bathe and change her clothing. Being that she enjoyed walking, confinement was absolute torture for Elizabeth. However, for the health of her baby, she would do anything. Darcy and Jane alternated to keep her company so that she would not grow bored. Jane provided sisterly comfort that Darcy could not understand, such has having the empathy for a woman who is having a child. That Darcy could never comprehend as he was male and completely incapable of bearing a child. The only thing he could do was stand by and offer Elizabeth the comforts only a husband could.

It was only when Elizabeth went into labor that things began to become crazy around Pemberley. She went into labor in the early hours of the morning, waking from an unrestful sleep with a dull pain in her lower abdomen and back. Darcy woke with her as well, massaging her back to keep her as comfortable as possible and whispering endearments into his wife's ear. That sufficed to keep Elizabeth in good spirits. When dawn broke, the physician was sent for immediately and Jane and Georgiana were summoned to the Darcy's bed chamber. Darcy would not leave his wife's side until he knew that she was taken care of. When the physician and midwife arrived, Darcy had to leave Elizabeth's side for the remainder of her labor. He remained right outside her door, refusing to budge from his spot until Elizabeth had delivered their child.

The rest of the family remained gathered in the library to wait for news on the child and Elizabeth. Mrs. Bennett sat in a chair, fanning herself and compaining of "her poor nerves" and other ailments. Bingley and Mr. Bennett engaged in a game of chess. Mary was content to sit in another chair and read a book. Kitty and Lydia sat in another corner, with Kitty listening to the latest of her younger sister's ramblings about married life and the complaints of having children. The elder Wickham children were playing on the floor. Lastly, Mr. Wickham stood by the window, gazing out over Pemberley with his youngest child secure in his arms. Previously he had never truly taken to any of his children, but Sarah was somehow different than his first three with Lydia. Her nature was calm and complacent, much like his own.

Several hours later, there was still no news on Elizabeth's condition or if a baby had been born. Darcy still sat in his spot outside the door, refusing to budge. He was determined to stay put should his wife need him for anything. Twice Mrs. Reynolds came by to ask if he needed anything, but he said no. While there, he could hear Elizabeth's cries of pain from inside their room. He knew what it was doing to her to bring their child into the world. Inwardly, he wanted to burst in the room and take all her pain away, but he knew that was not possible. Inside the room, Elizabeth was wearing out and her stamina was depleting quickly. Her chestnut curls stuck to her forehead from sweating and her body was growing weak. With Jane and Georgiana on either side of her, she was able to grasp their hands and push down. With every push, Elizabeth could feel her strength diminishing. The midwife and physician were both encouraging her to push just a little more.

"I cannot!" Elizabeth was exhausted.

"Elizabeth, look at me." Jane directed her sister's attention. "You can bring this child into the world. You must, for Darcy and for yourself! Keep hold of my hand and do not let go. I am not going to leave your side."

Georgiana reassuringly squeezed Elizabeth's other hand as well. Through the door she could also hear her husband's voice trying to reassure her.

"Elizabeth, you are strong!"

"I want Darcy here with me, beside me!" Elizabeth's request was unheard of.

"That is entirely improper for him to be in here. I am sorry Mrs. Darcy." The midwife delivered the response Elizabeth knew would happen.

"I do not care if it is proper! I need him! Jane, please...I beg of you." Elizabeth looked at her sister with tears in her eyes.

Jane looked to the physician who nodded. She walked over to the door and opened it. Darcy was waiting expectantly right outside. When she beckened him to come in, he was slightly confused that she did not hold an infant in her arms yet. Quickly and without hesitation he went to Elizabeth's side. Georgiana gave up her spot so that her brother could be with his wife. Darcy grabbed Elizabeth's hand affectionately and kissed it. Seeing that it was her husband at her side, Elizabeth tension eased somewhat. Though she was unsure if she could find the strength to push their baby into the world. She bared down a few more times and pushed with all her might, but it still was not enough.

"Darcy, I haven't the strength to bring our child into the world!" She was nearly in tears.

"Elizabeth, you have the strength in you." Darcy whispered into his wife's ear. "I have seen it many times. The first time you rejected me, when my aunt confronted you about engagment to me, during our engagement when all seemed to fall apart, after losing our first child, the unwelcome visit of my aunt while you were with child, and now this labor. If I were physcially able, I would gladly take this burden from you."

The words from her husband somehow renewed Elizabeth's strength. Holding Darcy's and Jane's hands, she was able to bare down and push as hard as she could. A moment later, she heard the most beautiful sound in the world: the cry of her baby. Elizabeth looked down to find her squalling infant lying on her belly. The baby was pink and wrinkly with whisps of dark brown hair on the crown of its head. Tears of joy fell down Elizabeth's cheeks. It was a moment that was perfect beyond words. Darcy stared on in awe of their child as the midwife took the baby to clean it up. The physician saw to Elizabeth's condition and began to clean up. Two servants were called in to help change the sheets of the bed and assist Elizabeth in changing. Once she was clean and comfortable, Darcy bent over and kissed Elizabeth's brow in gratitude for what his wife had just given him. Jane and Georgiana excused themselves from the room to tell the rest of the family of the new arrival, leaving Elizabeth and Darcy to meet their newborn. After the baby was cleaned up, the midwife presented the child to Mr. Darcy, who took the bundle with great care.

"He is, perhaps, the most beautiful newborn I've ever laid eyes on." The midwife complimented the baby.

"He?" Mr. Darcy did not know the sex of the baby he held in his arms.

"Yes sir, 'tis a healthy boy."

Darcy's eyes met the eyes of his son for the first time. They were the same kind eyes Elizabeth had, curious and full of life. It was a humbling experience for the proud man to look into the eyes of a child, his child, for the first time. He saw such innocence in them and love. Immediately he vowed to teach his son what kind of gentleman to be, one that would look beyond rank and circumstance to the person within. Fitzwilliam Darcy found his greatest accomplishment. It was neither money or possessions, nor power or land. His greatest accomplishment lay right in his arms. He thought of all the things he wanted to teach his son when he grew older as he held him in his arms. Finally, it was Elizabeth's voice that brought him our of his daydream.

"Darcy, might I see our child?" Her voice was soft and tender.

Darcy brought the baby to his mother, who took him into her arms with great love and caution. Gazing down at her son, she smiled and caressed his cheek softly. Darcy could not help but smile at the scene he was watching. It was surreal that they finally had a child to hold in their arms. After tragedy had stolen their first from them, he did not think it possible to see Elizabeth so happy again. Now she was smiling and in complete adoration of their son. Their son. The child they had created together out of love and devotion to one another. He was someone that proved that they loved one another with all of their hearts.

"How can you love someone so much that you have just met?" Elizabeth kissed the baby's forehead.

"You know...I don't know. He favors your beauty very much, Elizabeth." Darcy smiled.

"Well, he still favors you in other ways. He has the same nose and ears." Elizabeth gazed at her son and then her husband.

"What shall we call him?" Darcy sat next to Elizabeth and gently rubbed his son's head.

"I haven't the slightest idea. What about Fitzwilliam, after his adoring father?"

"Actually, I was contemplating the name Bennett, after his grandfather who loves you beyond explanation." Darcy smiled at his wife who was in shock.

"I like it." She turned to her newborn. "Bennett Fitzwilliam Darcy. You are safe, you are warm, and you are loved."

The Darcys continued to watch over their son, accepting no visitors save Jane, Bingley, and Georgiana. They all gushed over the infant in his cradle, stating how perfect he was, while Darcy and Elizabeth sat nearby, proud parents. Later, after everyone had gone, the new family was alone in privacy. The trio settled in for the night, Bennett put into his cradle with his blanket wrapped around him. Elizabeth and Darcy snuggled into their own bed together, Darcy wrapping his arm softly around his wife's now flatter waist. It did not feel the same without their son within his wife, but he found that it was much more comforting to know that their son was now right near them should he need to be held.

A few hours later, Bennett soon became fussy and cried out in short shrieks. Elizabeth, during her pregnancy, had insisted that she would be the one to take care of their child on her own. So, she sat up and tended to her son, picking him up out of his bed into the comfort of her arms. A few moments later, Darcy woke to find Elizabeth nursing their son, humming a sweet lullaby to him. Knowing that she was not aware of him watching, he continued to gaze at his wife and child with love in his heart. He watched as she tenderly caressed the baby's cheeks as he suckled and slowly drifted to sleep. Never in another life would he trade this moment for any other. He was amazed at how easily Elizabeth could calm their son not even hours after his birth. Many years ago, it took ages for Georgiana's nurse to calm her when she was in a fit of hunger or unease. His father had told him that when he was an infant, Darcy's mother Anne had done very much the same thing for him that Elizabeth was now doing for their own son. In ways, Elizabeth reminded him of how loving his own mother was to him as a child. He knew how fortunate his son was to have Elizabeth for a mother.

Elizabeth placed Bennett back into his cradle and fixed her nightgown. She pulled the blankets around her once more and started to fall asleep. Gently, Darcy crept closer to his wife and wrapped his arm around her. He kissed her neck in between her shoulder blades for he knew it was her favorite spot for him to kiss. She sighed in pleasure.

"I love you more dearly than you know." He whispered into her ear.

"And I you."

She snuggled closer to her husband, pressing her back against his stomach. In this position, she felt safe and loved beyond compare. The birth of their son had taken a toll on her, but it was one she was happy to pay again. Never had she known such love as she had for her newborn son. It was incomprehensable to anyone unless they had borne a child with a man they loved more than life itself. She knew that their son would change their lives like nothing ever had before. Marriage was a change, but creating, birthing, and raising a child was completely different than anything she had ever experienced before. As she drifted to sleep, she dreamed of all the things that she would teach their son. She dearly hoped he would love to read like her and would be a kind man like his father. For now, she was content in caring for him and loving him unconditionally as his mother. With that thought, she drifted to sleep comfortably in her husband's loving arms with their son sleeping safely in his cradle nearby.

A/N: Another chapter. Another Darcy added to the family. As of now, no one else knows the baby's name. The next chapter will come soon! Thanks for all the reviews!