"Why, William." Her mother drawled. "Is that you? You've grown so much. So handsome. And your house, you must make quite a lot of money to pay for it."

"Hello, Mrs. Bennett." He locked his jaw. So Lizzie was right. Her mother only looks at money and looks.

"Oh, no, dearie. Not Bennet anymore. Its Mrs. Forrester."

"What happened to dad? What did you do?" Lizzie snapped.

"Nothing. And don't take that tone with me. Its lucky enough that you found a husband. I still don't know what you did to snag your handsome Mr. Darcy."

"Excuse me. But I'm the lucky one." Will put an arm around Lizzie's shoulder. He felt her shoulders shaking lightly.

"Well, of course, dearie. I'm sure you are." She smiled.

"What do you want?" He just wanted her to leave. This is not what I thought of when she said 'rearrange my schedule'.

"I'm here to drop off the girls." She motioned to the car. Lizzie looked and saw two eight year olds with ear-buds in and phones in their hands.

"We can't take them." She said.

"Well I don't see why not." Her mother looked into the house. "I do have to say that your living quite well. And you certainly have enough room."

"Darce? Lizzie?" They heard Richard looking for them.

"By the door!" Will called over his shoulder. Richard walked up behind them.

"As you can see," Lizzie smiled, "we have company."

"Colonel Fitzwilliam." He held out his hand.

"Mrs. Francine Forrester." Lizzie's mother ignored the hand. "So when can I pick up the girls?"

"You aren't leaving them here." Lizzie crossed her arms over her stomach.

"Well I don't see why not. You certainly have enough room. Which one is the father?" She motioned to her belly.

"Excuse me!" Richard gasped.

"That is enough!" Will pushed Lizzie behind him. "Mrs. Forrester, you need to leave now. And take your daughters with you. We will inform you when your grandchildren are born. Goodbye." He shut the door.

Will turned and saw Lizzie standing there, shaking.

"Lizzie?" Richard put a hand on her shoulder and Lizzie turned to walk away.

"Lizzie!" Will moved to take her hand.

"Just let me be alone for a little while." She walked upstairs.

"Will, what was that about?" Richard crossed his arms.

"The past." Will didn't want to tell him about everything. About Jane, or Wickham, or her parents.

"Will..."

The doorbell rang again. "I swear if that's her..." Will spun to open the door.

"Janie!" He leaned down to get to eye level. "What's up?"

"I got my appendix removed!" She lifted her shirt and showed him her fresh scar.

"That's awesome." He stood. "Wheres your mom?"

"Getting out of the car." She looked around his legs. "Who's that?"

"This is my cousin Richard." Charlotte came running up to the door, slightly out of breath.

"Sorry, William." She smiled. "Where's Lizzie?"

"She's resting." Richard stepped forward.

"Oh." She smiled. "I'm Charlotte Lucas."

"Richard Fitzwilliam." They shook hands.

"Charlotte, could I talk to you?"

"Sure. Janie, why don't you go talk to Mr. Fitzwilliam. Or go up to the studio."

"Studio?" Richard didn't know there was a studio.

"Yeah!" Jane took Richard's hand. "Lizzie and I paint together all the time!" She pulled him up the stairs.

Up on the top floor, Richard had never seen so many paintings in his life.

"What is this?" He looked under one of sheets.

"You can't look!" Jane pulled it back down.

"And why is that?"

"Because Lizzie won't let anyone! At least, not before they go up on display." She pulled him over to the other side of the room. She looks so much like Lizzie. "These are mine!"

They were cute. Fields with flowers and oceans and forests. They were also very good.

"Those are nice." He smiled.

"What's wrong with Lizzie?" She said softly.

"Why do you think that something is wrong with Lizzie?'

"Because she always sees me. She's always with Will." She said softly.

He looked closer at the girl. She could almost double as Lizzie. "This may seem strange, but are you and Lizzie related?"

"You should have her tell you. I don't know everything." She picked up a box and started going through paints.

"I trust you can stay up here alone?"

"Yep. I'm good." She pulled out a blue color and he headed out the door.

Richard walked back down to the second floor. He saw Darcy and the Charlotte woman whispering at the bottom of the stairs. He walked past all the doors and heard quiet crying behind one of the doors. He opened it and saw Lizzie sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Lizzie?" He moved to the edge of the bed.

"Hi." She said weakly.

"What's with your mother?" He asked lightly.

"Its a long story." She looked away.

"Does it have to with Jane?" Her eyes widened.

"How do you know about Jane?"

"She's upstairs painting. She and Charlotte Lucas showed up about twenty seconds after you headed upstairs. She looks like what I imagine you looked like at her age."

"She should." She smiled. "Shes my daughter. And before you wonder, yes, Will knows, no hes not the father."

"What happened?" He smiled.

"I was in high school. I broke up with my boyfriend and he was not happy." She took a deep breath. "Nine months later Janie was born. Charlotte was the cop in charge of the case. Eight years later, Will brought her to the hospital."

"Hospital?" He gasped.

"Jane's father attacked me. Its fine, I'm okay. That was the day I found out I was pregnant." She smiled.

"But what has this to do with your mother?"

"My mother kicked me out when she found out I was pregnant. I went to live with Charlotte." She smiled.

"Ah." He smiled. "Well, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Is Jane's... Is Charlotte Lucas... Is there a Mr..." He turned pink.

Lizzie laughed. "No. And before she will be at the lunch tomorrow."

"Good. I look forward to it even more." He smiled.

Three more chapters and an Epilogue!

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