A/N :Thank You, ElizabethAnneSoph and rayvness79! :D -It's my first story and it means so much that someone's reading it *does happy little hamster dance* Hope you enjoy this, too. -AA
He was afraid and I was fine
He wanted peace of mind
Father was home.
Father was angry.
But Father was home.
"He is stressed, little man - having an estate so large as this requires much keeping, do you know?
There,there my little master, let it go." Mrs Reynolds was always saying.
And yet - how could he let it go?
He was angry with Father. Hated him, when he came back from long trips only to go upstairs to the study. And not one word to his son. Because that is what he was, wasn't he? His son.
His favourite son?
It's not like...he wasn't...he didn't mean to mess up the papers..the window was tight...and...
Whatever it was - Why did he shout so much anyway? What for?
And so Will spent the rest of the day sulking in the library till Mrs Reynolds said that dinner had been served.
Mr. Darcy would be leaving to town on business again the coming morrow.