Just a brief moment with our newlyweds!

Chapter 27

Darcy woke the next morning with his wife in his arms and grinned as he kissed her soft cheek, memories flooded of the day before. Elizabeth in her dress, then much later without her dress. Making love to his wife, as he had repeatedly, was much better than making love to his fiancé.

He watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful, and innocent, he knew the latter was a complete untruth. His wife was absolutely insatiable. For too long, he had mourned that he might have to enter into a loveless marriage. He was now very happy to find that that was not case. He had a marriage based on mutual love and affection and respect which led to an even greater physical relationship.

Elizabeth stirred in his arms, and turned and looked at him over her bare shoulder. "You stare at me sir?"

"I find I am completely bewitched by my beautiful wife, madam," His smirk indicated he was not sorry, and actually quite pleased with himself, and she laughed.

"A point you well proved to her over and over again last night."

"Yes, well I have found out my wife to be quite insatiable."

"I am insatiable," she exclaimed. "What of you? You are just as insatiable, in fact more!"

He chuckled in earnest. "Like I said. I am bewitched."

Elizabeth would have had a retort had not her stomach turned, and found herself in dire need of the chamber pot. She covered her mouth and ran to the facilities, leaving a concerned Darcy to follow behind her.

"Are you alright, darling?" He hated seeing any of his love ones ill, when she did not respond, he knelt beside her and rubbed her back, not before ordering a maid to retrieve some food that might comfort Mrs. Darcy once she was done being ill. "Too much wine last night, darling?" He was amused.

She groaned, "I did not drink. I must have eaten something bad."

"I ate the same as you, dearest."

"I did not drink."

He chose to keep quiet, for the sake of his wife. And his own health!

After she was finished, she rinsed her mouth, and he carried her back to bed, helping her into her robe, and under the covers. "You shall sit here, my love, and I will feed you."

"I doubt, very much that I can eat."

"I want you to try."

She sighed dramatically. "And If I am to get sick again?"

"I will carry you wherever you need." He smiled at her, that smile that for years had melted many of hearts these last ten years in society.

"To the end of the world," she teased.

"If that, my love, is what it takes to make you feel yourself again." He tucked a wisp of her dark hair that fell in her face behind her ear. "I much prefer your hair down, as is, Mrs. Darcy."

"Why is that?"

"Because it shows me a side of you that no one gets to see." He smirked again. He was becoming far too confident, she thought amused.

"Among other things," he finished enjoying the blush that spread across his wife's cheeks. "You pretend to be bashful, my darling wife, but I know better."

"I cannot believe we are married. It has all happened so fast."

"Do you regret it," he was worried that he had pushed her into this too fast.

"No. I love you."

He knew her heart already, but that did not mean he would ever tire of hearing her say those words to her. After feeding her a portion of what the maid brought he leaned back in bed with her. "We will travel to Pemberley tomorrow then?"

"Yes, I wish to see your home."

"Our home."

"Even so, I wish to see it. I hear it is a great beauty."

"I believe so, though I believe my opinion quite biased."

"Georgiana says you only tell the absolute truth."

He chuckled. "Georgiana also said once that the former Caroline Bingley had a wonderful sense of fashion. To which, I cannot find, that I believe her."

Elizabeth then broke into a fit of laughter. "Dear Georgiana, to always think the best of everyone. Her and my Jane are quite a like."

"I believe my Georgiana, more cynical than your Jane, dearest. For Jane always believes her thoughts to be true."

"And Georgiana does not?"

"Georgiana has grown much more cautious lately." He frowns. "She has had quite a tough time in her young life, and never was allowed to be a child. I fear I am at fault for that." He laid back on his pillow, his hands underneath his head.

"Darling, you cannot bear fault for assuming her care at such a young age, and teaching her what you think is right."

"I hope, Elizabeth, that should we have children, you will guide me through these difficult endeavors."

"We do have children, in William and Sophia, and I feel you are doing extremely well with them. They adore you."

Darcy thought back to last night again, after bidding the children goodnight, William kissed his cheek, then shyly went to his grandmother. Sophia lingered longer before calling him "Papa," and then giggling, she ran off to find her brother, leaving a stunned Darcy, and a stunned Elizabeth. "It is an honor to claim them as mine Elizabeth, but you and I both know that I shall not be as influential in their upbringing as I will our own.

Elizabeth found that she could not argue that point he made. For she had been worried about it much herself. She did not want him to feel neglected, for indeed they were going to live with him, and he would take care of them, but most of the important decisions that have been made, or will be made in her children's life, would not include him. She was sad at the thought. "Well then, we shall have to be sure that we have one hundred children, and they shall be spoilt no doubt, by a doting father who will have an absolute hard time telling them no," she teased him.

"You tease, Mrs. Darcy."

"I see nothing to tease when telling the truth, Mr. Darcy."

And with that they found no more words needed to be said, for quite a while in fact.