This is just a little fluff chapter, completely random. I realized I hadn't really given the reaction in the next full chapter, so here you go. I'll update again with a larger chapter on Tuesday. Enjoy! And thank you for all the reviews!
Time seemed to stand still as she uttered those six words. Six words that forever changed his life.
"You are to be a father" She had whispered, a bright smile taking over her face. He was stunned into silence, staring at his smiling young bride. He noticed the new light behind her eyes, a spark that previously had not been there. He noticed the way she glowed as she said it, and the awe that colored her voice. As the words sunk in, a slow smile spread across his own face. He knew for sure that his loathsome dimples would be showing.
"Are you sure?" He finally spoke, his voice breathless. She nodded happily.
"In September" She told him. He laughed, he could not help it. He broke out in joyous laughter, as his wife watched in amusement. He suddenly sprung from the bed, pulling her along with him. In his excitement, he spun her about, her bell like laughter mixing with his own deep baritone.
"Fitzwilliam if you do not cease in this twirling I shall certainly be sick" She told after the fifth or sixth twirl. He stopped. She was still held tightly in his arms. He sunk down slowly against the bed.
"Imagine if anyone had seen us, twirling about naked and laughing like fools" Lizzy had teased him.
"It would not matter, nothing can ruin the joy of this day" He told her, kissing her forehead.
"Then you are happy?" She asked.
"Deliriously so" He answered. A troubled thought plagued him. "Are you not happy Elizabeth? Is this not what you wanted?"
"Of course I am" She said quickly. "I am overjoyed, but I find myself not completely accepting it yet. It seems like this is all a dream, and I never want to wake up. Sometimes I dream that this life, this perfect, wonderful life, is all just a dream, and when I wake up, I'm married to him, that lecherous, odious man" He sighed against her, and pulled her warm body closer to his.
"Oh Lizzy, why have you not told me this before?" He asked quietly, upset by her secrecy.
"I did not wish to worry you" She told him softly. "It only happens once in awhile, when things are particularly good"
"Promise me that you shall tell me the next time you dream about it"
"I promise" She turned against his chest, smiling up at him. "I love you Fitzwilliam" He leaned down, and kissed her awaiting lips.
"I love you too Lizzy" He whispered. He placed his palm against her still flat stomach. "As I love you too little one"
"Do you wish to know something funny?" Lizzy asked, placing her hand over his own against her stomach. He nodded against her neck, where his lips where bestowing small kisses.
"Of course" He murmured.
"I did not have the faintest clue until today when Mrs. Hardy was altering my Easter gown. It was completely too tight on the bodice! I could not believe that Mrs. Watson had made such a large measurement error, so I had Georgiana try it on, thinking it was hers. Well, she is so tall, that it was several inches too short on her as well. Mrs. Hardy was going on and on about bad service in Derbyshire, it was amusing actually. So then Kitty volunteered to try it on, as we were always the same size. It fit her perfectly! Mrs. Hardy then starts measuring my bust, when Jane gasps. She whispers something to Kitty, who looks at me, and gasps again. Georgie, who was holding some ribbons up to her dress, is as confused as I am. So once Mrs. Hardy leaves to gather more material that would suit the dress, Kitty blurts out, are you with child? Poor Georgiana was more surprised than I was" Lizzy giggled.
"So you then concocted a plan to give me near heart failure in order to secure the physician without rousing my suspicions?" Mr. Darcy asked with his brow raised. Lizzy flushed.
"I did not wish to raise your hopes encase it was all for naught" Lizzy admitted.
"And what of your hopes Lizzy? Would you have been disappointed?"
"I believe I would have been" Lizzy whispered. "I had never really thought about having children, I knew it was inevitable, but it had not occurred to me that I could be pregnant now. Now I find myself wanting several children" She laughed.
"And how many would that be?" He teased.
"Oh, seven or eight of course" She replied. "Hopefully not all daughters"
"Eight daughters? I shall surely perish before I reach five and forty!" Mr. Darcy proclaimed. "If it is a boy, my family has a long standing tradition Elizabeth" He told her.
"What sort of tradition?" She questioned.
"The naming sort" He replied. "If this child is a boy, we shall have to name him Bennet" She scrunched her nose.
"Bennet Darcy?" She questioned.
"Tis far better then my own name, love" He whispered. "The first son is always named after the mothers family. My father lucked out, his mother came from the last of the George family. My grandfather, whom I never met was named Thorpe, as his mother was the second daughter of Edgar Thorpe, Duke of Dunsville." Lizzy laughed.
"I suppose we can call him Ben for short, if it is a boy. If it is a girl, shall we call her Benita?"
"A little too exotic love"
"Oh well, we have plenty of time to think of names encase it is a girl. And if it is a boy we would need a middle name as well, unless the tradition extends to that as well" She pointed out. They had months to think of it, but they had a lot of things to do as well. "And we shall need to introduce me to your society in London before I start looking like a whale. I shall want to meet your family before we tell them I'm already expecting" She went on listing everything they needed to do, but he had tuned her out. He was too thinking about their future to pay attention to what society would think.
"Are you listening?" She asked, smiling playfully as she pinched his shoulder.
"Of course I am darling. You are fretting over the amount of things we shall need to do" He replied with a sardonic smirk.
"Fitzwilliam I was fretting several minutes ago, now I was wondering if we should go downstairs for afternoon tea. But if you wish for me to continue to list everything we need to do in immense details, I certainly shall"
After a minute of two of more ranting, he kissed her soundly on the lips, effectively ending her speech.