The next morning dawned bright and sunny. Mr. Darcy awoke to find his darling young wife straddling his waist. Conveniently, she was completely naked.
"Good morning Fitzwilliam" She all but purred.
"Hmmm, it is indeed good morning, is it not Mrs. Darcy?" He questioned, leaning forward to kiss her tantalizing lips. With a laugh she moved her head, so that his kiss was bestowed upon her cheek. He playfully growled, rolling them over so that he was now kneeling between her legs. She gasped, and laughed again.
"That was not very polite Mr. Darcy" She admonished, running her fingers across his chest.
"I apologize my love" He smirked, leaning down to actually kiss her this time.
She ended her little game then, for she was too taken with desire to continue her teasing.
Miss Bingley gave them a queer look when they arrived in the breakfast parlor, flushed and smiling. Georgiana smiled and greeted them with hugs.
"Good morning Miss Bingley" Lizzy greeted cheerfully as Mr. Darcy pulled out a chair for her. He set out making her a breakfast plate as well.
"Good morning" She refrained from addressing her as anything Lizzy noted. "Good morning Mr. Darcy" She called a little louder. Her husband sat down with his two plates.
"Good morning Miss Bingley. I must compliment you on the breakfast spread, that was very kind of you to remember Georgiana's favorite tarts" Mr. Darcy replied politely. Caroline was shocked by his compliment, he had never done such a thing. He always ate silently, never taking the time to notice that she had arranged for all of his favorite foods.
"I quite enjoy the spicy little tarts myself" Miss Bingley replied, happy to have a chance to converse. Perhaps Mr. Darcy wasn't too happy in his marriage? Her thoughts were shattered as she witness Mr. Darcy playfully feeding his wife off of his own plate. Of course, she was scandalized at such behavior but secretly jealous at the same time. She had to change the subject, bring his attention back to herself. She sat up straighter, and pushed out her chest.
"I trust you slept well?" She asked loudly. Georgiana nodded politely, as she was still eating her tart.
"Quite well. The bed in the grey room is quite comfortable" Lizzy replied, looking directly at her. Lizzy noticed Georgiana trying not to giggle. Lizzy's original room was yellow, and Mr. Darcy had the grey room. Miss Bingley's smile tightened a bit more, if it was even possible.
"I am glad" She replied tersely, suddenly desperate to leave. She put her tea cup down, trying not to cry in anger. "If you'll excuse me, I must finalize the Easter menu for tomorrow." She swept out of the room in a swirl of orange muslin and feathers.
"Georgiana dear, could you pass me the sugar?" Lizzy asked. Georgiana couldn't restrain herself and burst into laughter. Even Mr. Darcy smirked.
"Lizzy that was dreadful" She told her. "Her face flushed the color of a strawberry!"
"What? I complimented the room" Lizzy smirked back.
"The room in which I was supposed to be, alone" Mr. Darcy replied.
"We're married dear, surely Mr. and Mrs. Hurst share a bed"
"I do not believe they do" Charles stated, walking into the room. He sat down with a cup of coffee. "Although, Louisa is my sister, so I do not think I wish to know anyways" He made an odd face. "And since I am to marry Miss Jane, I do not believe I wish to know where my future sister sleeps either"
The Darcy's had the decency to blush, while Georgiana laughed. Dealing with Wickham had left her with knowledge no innocent maid should know.
"Well, if your reasoning is true, then you are about to marry William's sister" Georgiana told him. "Not just future sister"
"I do not believe you asked my permission for my darling sisters hand Charles" Darcy joked. Lizzy giggled into her tea. Charles pretended to be nervous.
"Shall we duel for her honor?" He jested.
"Swords or guns"
"I call the Colonel as my second" Charles grinned.
"I call Mr. Hurst" Lizzy quite enjoyed this joking side to her husband. His eyes would light up, his dimples would flash, and his voice grew in excitement.
"Alright, alright, enough silliness. Georgiana, I am going to town with Jane and Kitty, would you like to join us?" Lizzy laughingly asked.
"Yes, please" Georgiana smiled. "Brother, I think I left my white gloves at home" She battered her lashes at him. Charles laughed.
"I too seem to have forgotten my best lace bonnet" Lizzy added.
"Let me get my pocket book" He sighed with a smile on his face.
An hour later the four women were at the dressmakers getting alterations to their Easter gowns, for the dressmaker in Lambton had developed a fever and couldn't finish them. The seamstress was fretting over Lizzy's, which seemed to have shrunk.
"It cannot be that tight. Georgiana, are you sure this was not one of yours?" Lizzy asked, confused. They had slipped it on Georgiana, but it was much too short for her as well. It fit Kitty the best, who had always been the same shape as Lizzy. Halfway through the argument, Jane had gasped. Kitty looked to Jane, and then she too gasped.
"Oh lord" Jane whispered. She pulled her sisters closer, to avoid the ear of the seamstress.
"Lizzy, are you with child?" Kitty blurted out.
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Lizzy and Georgiana both returned to Netherfield quite nervous. They had concocted a brilliant and elaborate plan to find out if she was truly with child. So as they approached the walk, Lizzy fell with a loud and girlish shriek. Georgiana shrieked as well, yelling for help.
Lizzy lay as still as she could on the ground, the water on her brow making it appear as if she was sweating. Within minutes Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy were running from the house. She could hear William yelling at someone to call for a doctor.
"Wipe that smile off of your face" Georgiana whispered quickly. Lizzy shut her eyes and groaned as they approached.
"Elizabeth!" William was kneeling next to her. "Lizzy, what happened? Are you alright?" He lifted her in his arms.
"I must have fainted," She uttered weakly.
"We were walking and she just collapsed!" Georgiana added. "Is she going to die?" Lizzy could have laughed. Georgiana was quite the actress.
Mr. Darcy whipped his head around as his sister asked if she was going to die.
"Of course not Georgie dear" He assured her. She looked ashen. Lizzy was limp in his arms. "We've called for the doctor, he will tell us what is wrong"
"My vision is blurry" Lizzy added. "Where am I?"
"We're at Netherfield dear" Darcy told her, carrying her up the stairs. His heart was racing, threatening to burst out of his chest. Charles was right behind him. Miss Bingley had seen her collapse, but continued her drawing in the parlor with a smile on her face. They put her in the gray room, tucked under a pile of blankets. William and Georgiana both sat on the bed. Charles hovered in the corner.
"Mr. Bingley, will you write to Miss Jane and the Bennet's?" Georgiana asked. "They should be here if it something serious."
"Lizzy is going to be fine Georgie" Mr. Darcy asserted, but Mr. Bingley left none the less.
The doctor arrived ten minutes later.
"Mr. Darcy, the doctor is here" A servant told them, leading the aging gentleman into the room. They briefly shook hands before the doctor asked that Mr. Darcy leave the room. Miss Darcy was allowed to stay, as she was a female. Darcy kissed her soundly on the lips before departing, closing the door tightly behind him.
In an instant Lizzy had thrown the bedcovers off of her legs and was addressing Mr. Jones, whom she had known her whole life.
"I think I am with child," She told him. He quirked a brow.
"Miss Lizzy will you ever do anything normal?" He joked. He was accustomed to her erratic and impertinent behavior. As a small child she frequently faked illnesses to get sweets from him. She had almost convinced him that her arm was broken, just so she could get a splint.
"No, and I never will" She replied with a smile. Mr. Jones was happy to see one of his favorite little patients all grown up, and clearly happy with her life.
Mr. Darcy was pacing the hall outside the room while Charles watched.
"She's going to be okay" He assured his friend, who just nodded and grunted. Ten minutes past, the carpet getting a little thinner where he paced.
Mr. Jones exited the room.
"How is she?" He asked.
"She has a condition" Jones replied. He had been instructed on what to say. "She will be tired, have terrible aches, odd cravings, swollen body parts, and quite ill for a few months. But she get better, probably by September" Mr. Jones was fighting his smile.
"Thank you Mr. Jones" Darcy told him, shaking his hand.
"Come, I'll see you out Mr. Jones" Bingley replied. "Care for a drink?" Darcy heard Bingley asked as they turned the corner. He steeled himself to go face his darling wife.
Georgiana walked out before he could open the door. Her eyes were teary, but she smiled weakly for him. He hugged her, but pulled back when she started to laugh.
"Georgiana, god heavens, why are you laughing?" He asked, confused. Tears streamed down her face as she giggled.
"I'm sorry William" She managed to choke through. "I cannot deal with this" And she fled down the hall, still laughing like an insane person.
He entered the room to find his missing.
"Lizzy?" He called, looking around. In a blur of green muslin and brown curls, he found himself being knocked onto the bed by his lovely wife. For someone who was supposedly quite ill, she seemed perfectly healthy.
"Lizzy?" He questioned. She smirked, and pushed him against the headboard. She straddled his pelvis, grinding her bottom against his now straining breeches. "Good lord Lizzy, what has gotten into you?" She reached for his cravat and undid it quickly.
"I have a condition," She whispered as she trailed kisses down his chest while unbuttoning the shirt. She pulled it from his breeches and over his head.
"The doctor told me you would have aches"
"I ache for you" She replied, reaching around to remove his shoes.
"That you would be tired" He tried again.
"I am tired of this resistance William" She retorted, slapping his hands playfully away from her own hands, which had moved on to untying his breeches.
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"Swollen" His mind was going hazy as she had now gotten him completely naked, and was kissing her way down his stomach. In response to his latest attempt to coax the truth from her, she led his hand down to her wet folds, and let him feel how swollen she was from arousal.
"Cravings"
"I only crave you, " She told him, pulling her simple gown over her head.
"Lizzy" He groaned as she began to gently suck and nip at his manhood. She got him halfway there before he pulled her to his lips, and flipped them over.
"I want the truth," He whispered, peppering kisses across her neck, down to her breasts, where he stopped to twirl his tongue around her luscious pink nipples. He dragged his tongue down to her navel, and then to her sex.
"Lizzy" He breathed. His hot breathe against her folds caused a wave of pleasure to crash over her. She moaned aloud.
"Please" She whispered as he teasingly inserted a lone finger, his thumb lazily circling her bundle of nerves.
"Tell me what Mr. Jones said, Lizzy" He returned to her, kissing her lips, while he slowly pumped in and out with his finger.
She whimpered when he stopped completely, and then groaned.
"William I will not tell you until you sufficiently drained me of all my energy" He smirked at her stubbornness.
"Stand up" He told her.
"What?" She all but screamed.
"Come now Lizzy, where is your sense of adventure?" She complied, but grumbled as she did so. He sat down on the settee in the corner, and patted his lap. She almost laughed at how ridiculous he looked, his erect member standing fully at attention.
"Why must we do this?" She asked.
"If you refuse to tell me what the doctor said, and demand to be satisfied, I get to have my fun as well" He replied with a smirk.
"On the settee?" She asked. She figured she might as well get in all the pleasure she could before she grew heavier with the child. Mrs. Bennet had told her that once an heir was born, the relations grew further and further apart.
"Straddle my legs," He instructed. She did so and he slowly lowered her onto his member. She gasped at the deep penetration.
"Oh god" She moaned. She wrapped he legs behind his back as he effortlessly lifted her hips and slammed her back down. He stood abruptly, still connected, and carried her to the bed, where he continued to make her see stars.
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After nearly an hour of satisfying their desires, they finally laid back on the bed, both breathing quite loudly.
Her head was upon his chest, idly playing with his sparse chest hair.
"What did the doctor say?" He asked again. He could feel her smile against his skin.
"Elizabeth?" he questioned again. She looked up at him with wide eyes, alight with wonder and happiness. She smiled at him.
"I am with child," She whispered, grasping his hand and squeezing it. "You are to be a father"
Okay, so I know this is not an M rated story, so I apologize to anyone who is going to complain about it. I can't help but want to add a little smut into this story. I hope you all liked it, please view! It motivates me to actually get going on the future chapters!