Here it all comes:

"What are we to do with them? they can't stay here...He can't stay here, it's rude enough of them to intrude upon our kindness in such a manner, but to simply expect us to put up with them for such a period of time? It's been a week already, and still she has not given birth and left!" Mr. Darcy informed his wife in the hall as they watched the Wickham's in the parlor.

Elizabeth turned to watch as her sister played with She and Darcy's son. Little Fitzwilliam Darcy. Their son looked much like his father, though had Eliabeth's hair color.

Elizabeth watched as Lydia lifted little Fitzwilliam the tender age of three years, onto her lap and made faces, causing the toddler to laugh, while Wickham mostly just sat in another chair pretending to be reading a book with his back to she and Mr. Darcy, though Elizabeth had a feeling he could hear every word being said.

Not that Elizabeth Darcy cared much if he heard, it was not Mr. Wickham's feelings she wished to spare from such words, but only that of the thoughtless Lydia, who probably still saw no shame in the way she had arrived.

The boy had been wary of the loud and wild Lydia at first, shying away from his aunt. That is until he realized Lydia enjoyed much of the games he did. Or at least, she enjoyed playing them with him. He then seemed to follow Lydia around wherever she went, always wanting to play.

Little Fitzwilliam had trusted Mr. Wickham right away, which was no surprise, Mr. Wickham often came off as the most honorable and trust worthy man alive. It made Lizzie feel a fool seeing him now, as she had also trusted his word.

"He's simply darling! Isn't he my dear Wickham?!" Lydia could be heard saying, following by a muttering of "Yes, of course" from Mr. Wickham, who was hardly paying attention to Lydia at all. Elizabeth couldn't help but wonder if this was always the way he spoke to Lydia, or if it was merely just for show.

Finally Elizabeth looked back at Mr. Darcy. "It is not for him that I accept their company, nor foolish Lydia, but for their unborn child" Elizabeth stated. "You know what it is to pay for the sins of another, how fair could it be to impose the same fate on a child that is not even born yet?" She asked looking back at their own son. "Their child, whatever it may be, will have nothing to their name, they will live in the shadow of their parent's selfish and foolishness, and even pay their debts when they have long since passed. The least we can do is give the child a proper welcome into the world, as compared to whatever slum it should have been born to if Lydia had not come here" Elizabeth finished.

Mr. Darcy could not honestly say he disagreed with his wife's perspective. It was truly unfair to force such a horrid beginning on the child, especially knowing what it's life should be like in the future. With a mother who sucked up all the air in any room, and a father always away fooling around with other women and gambling, it was sure to be miserable indeed.

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Mr. Wickham sat at the desk in his room, writing a letter. He was so focused on the letter, that he had not even heard the door conjoining he and Lydia's room open.

"What are you writing? Might I see it?" Lydia asked as she attempted to peer over his shoulder.

Wickham moved the letter out of her line of view. "It is only a letter to Captain Denny. He has been inquiring about your pregnancy, as my closest friend, it is only natural for him to come into such excitement. He will be like an uncle to the child." Wickham came up with quickly as he continued to write.

Lydia laughed a little. "Captain Denny? A sweet but foolish man!" Lydia exclaimed as she plopped down onto Wickham's bed.

Wickham set his quill back into the ink as he turned to look at Lydia. "Captain Denny could be considered a handful of things, but I've never heard foolish as one of them, why would you say such a thing?" Wickham asked, it was rare that Wickham took true interest in Lydia's ramblings of gossip, but as this involved his best friend, it did spark is curiosity.

"How kind of you to trust me on never acting upon his many advances Wickham, but surely you see how foolish it is! Captain Denny is in love with me for sure, he can hardly ever stand to be in the same room with me as his love is so great! Silly of him to think he could whisk me away, you needn't worry my dearest Wickham, it is you I love, and no man shall steal me away" Lydia said cheerfully at first then got heart felt towards the end. She stood up from the bed and walked over, placing herself on Wickham's knee and wrapping her arms around him with her face in his neck. Wickham raised a brow as he slowly returned the hug, though he knew for a fact such allegations were untrue. Captain Denny had before spoken to Wickham of his dislike of Lydia, he hated her intolerable arrogance, and ignorance, as well as that she simply expected to be adored. Not to mention you could only hold her attention if you spoke of rumors, gossip, balls or other silly matters. Unless of course your name was George Wickham.

Wickham considered telling Lydia of just how delusional she was if she thought Captain Denny had any such feelings for her, but quickly decided that if it pleased her to think such things, and kept her from any complaints, he really ought to just let her think whatever she liked.

"I suppose you plan on staying here tonight again?" Wickham asked, Lydia had snuck into his room every night since their arrival.

"Of course, you are my husband, I should hate to spend our nights apart" Lydia said pecking Wickham on the cheek. She stood up then climbed into his bed. "Don't be long with that letter dear Wickham, I should hate to fall asleep without you beside me, and why must you write that letter now? Surely you could write it in the day" Lydia stated, though the moment she finished the sentence she fell into a deep sleep.

Good Riddance. Wickham thought then continued to write the letter, one in which he meant to keep secret.

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(A/N:)

I apologize if I am writing Lizzie, please correct me if I am, I've never been fabulous at writing her type of character, also please review if you don't mind, I enjoy some feedback, thank you for sticking with it this long :)

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