Chapter 1
It is a truth universally acknowledged that twins concocting mischief will often times switch.
However little know the feelings or views of the individuals to whom the particular scheme is being perpetrated against, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the mischievous duo, that the plot is often conducted without deeper consideration for some future consequences or another.
"Fitzwilliam" he declared "Fitzwilliam Alexander Darcy" , his tone enthused with clear pride as he softly swayed and looked upon the face of his first born son."For your family and my father" he said looking up with a smile "And what of his brother?" His Lady murmured her face turned down to gaze upon the infant resting soundly in her arms. "Percival" he replied "Percival George Darcy. For your father and myself" he grinned sheepishly. Meeting his eyes she smiled "It seems only fair that Percy should bear your name since William bears my own" the glittering twinkle in her eyes revealed her mischief.
Chuckling he shook his head "William and Percy. What would your sister say, my love?. To turn the noble name of Fitzwilliam and Percival into such scandalous monikers. Are the shades of Pemberley to the thus polluted" he mockingly trumpeted with a slight wobbling of his head. Laughing she covered her mouth to silence the giggles. "George do be serious" she beamed as she hid a half suppressed smirk behind her fingers "Catherine is not as bad as all that" she whispered "And she will be here soon you know" she said bobbing her head in confirmation "to support me".
"Support you" He guffawed "Anne, I believe you mean reign terror upon your dominion" he laughed "to be proficient or seriously displeased is my sisters volatility" she sighed her gaze once more upon her youngest babe. Shaking her head she smiled once more "But then she shall take no leave of you and send no compliments to your mother" Simultaneously they dissolved into laughter disturbing the sleeping children within their arms. "Shhhh Shhh" she whispered as she bounced the babe within her arms and watched her husband rock the bundle within his own.
Slowly he walked towards the bed and gently sat beside her. "How shall we ever tell them apart" he whispered once the children had been settled. "One will need a bell to distinguish him" she chuckled. Both boys had dark black hair and deep blue eyes. Similar to her own, she noted. "The Fitzwilliam eyes" she murmured. "Not quite" he replied softly " I think we have just found our bell" he laughed "Fitzwilliam appears to have a slight brown in the center of his eyes" Looking over she laughed "you appear to be right". "Am I not always" he chuckled. "Though I would say it looks more like a brown flower in each eye than a bell" she whispered conspiratorially "so not perhaps always right".
Sighing he rolled his eyes in mock exasperation and gently kissed her forehead. "Fitzwilliam and Percival Darcy" She whispered looking down at the sleeping infants that rested upon them. "No my love. On this you are right. William and Percy it shall be" Smiling, she turned her head at his statement and softly kissed his lips. "They are our boys my love" she whispered "Our boys" he grinned. Resting his chin upon her head they sat for a moment in perfect silence. Watching the rise and fall of their little chest and listening to the sound of their soft breathing. "George" she murmured after a moment "You know I have not been fooled by your loving declaration" she quipped "What declaration my dear?" he murmured quietly "You only wish to call them William and Percy to watch my sisters' infuriation at such denominations" she laughed. Laughing heartily he smiled "If only to be a fly on the wall during that conversation my love. If only".