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Chapter 28

Darcy had ordered that the kids ride with their parents on the way to Pemberley. Elizabeth, who was still quite ill, though she hid it well, found it easier not to argue. Besides, they would behave better if she was around than not, and would give their Nurse-maid a nice break.

So here they were now, in one of the illustrious Darcy carriages, making their way north to Pemberley, their new home. Darcy sat on the same side as his new wife, while William and Sophia sat on their opposite, close to their aunt Georgiana.

Georgiana took to her new role well. The kids were a very good distraction to everything she was feeling inside. She had yet to talk to Darcy, though she had tried. She already felt herself a burden to him. And then there was her new sister, Elizabeth. Who had to be one of the kindest, gentlest people in the world. She loved her, but did not coddle her, which Georgiana appreciated greatly. She could barely stand if Darcy would have married a woman like Caroline, who treated her as a rug in private, but in front of Darcy she was treated as a queen.

Elizabeth knew that she was indeed growing up. Perhaps because Elizabeth was not that much older than her, herself.

Georgiana took a moment to look up at her new sister, after pausing from the book she was reading the children. She seemed quite pale, actually. And quite ill in fact. Georgiana did not worry though.

If Elizabeth was quite ill, she would have said something. She turned back to her book when Darcy caught her eye.

"Are you alright, dearest?"

"I am," she could not help but giggle. "I find I enjoy being an aunt very much, and am now disappointed that you did not marry sooner. For instead of two, I could have twenty nieces and nephews by now"

Elizabeth broke into a fit of coughs as Darcy patted her back gently, grinning. "I doubt very much that you shall have twenty of them Georgiana."

Georgie shrugged, that adorable, nonchalant, little shrug that her brother found very hard to say no to. "Where there is a will."

It would be impossible to not notice the wide grin that had now spread across her brother's face. Elizabeth turned to him. "We are NOT having eighteen children!"

"We have plenty of room at Pemberley, my love." He was teasing her she knew, but he was also very serious.

Georgiana nodded her agreement with her brother. "Plenty of room," she echoed. "In fact, I would be perfectly willing, if we ran out that is, to give up my piano room. We could simply move it into my quarters."

"Capital idea, Georgie. Then we should have room for at least three more, should we wish it."

"It has been too long since Pemberley had little ones run across its floors. And now we shall have two little ones, and many more to come."

"We are not having twenty-two kids," Elizabeth exclaimed. She was growing quite frightened actually.

"I do not see why we should not," Darcy's smile was still as wide as before.

"You do not have to have them!"

Georgiana stopped her teasing, and grew serious. Her mother had died in childbirth, she would never wish the same fate on Elizabeth. "Perhaps two is enough Fitzwilliam. Elizabeth is right. It is quite a risk."

Darcy frowned. He knew what his little sister was implying, and grew weary. All his life he had wanted children of his own, needed them actually. Pemberley needed an heir, his heir to continue the Darcy line. But at what price? At what cost? Could he risk a lifetime without his wife for a child? Sure, he would love the child to be sure, but a life without love? His love. His Elizabeth.

He grabbed his wife's hand and raised it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "I am sorry to tease you so. I would be perfectly happy with whatever G-d chooses to bless us with. If it twenty, then so be it. If it is one then I would still be thrilled. As long as I have you. I cannot lose you. You are too dear, my love." He smiled at her then motioned for Georgie and the children to join them. It was a tight fit, but with Sophia on her mother's lap, and William on his father's and Georgie in between, Darcy embraced his small family, thanking G-d for all the blessings in his life.

Sophia broke the silence, as one who is used to being the center of attention, only could. She was excited as she pointed out the window. "Tees!"

"Those are trees my love," Elizabeth corrected her young daughter gently, "But you are very close."

"Those trees mean we are very close to Pemberley," Georgiana's excitement grew at the thought of being home, if only for a couple of weeks.

Darcy looked at the boy in his arms, who was more content with his pocket watch than anything around him. "It is amazing, is it not, that though they are twins, their personalities are different." He motioned between the two. "Sophia is quite adventurous, and outgoing, and talks quite a bit. This one, on the other hand, he studies everything. People, things, and he rarely talks! If I did not know better, though they have two very different looks, but share some of the same features, I would say that they are hardly related at all!"

Elizabeth and Georgie chuckled. "Sophia is her father through and through, though I am sure, that if he were here, he would say the opposite. She is a Devonshire, to be sure. Their personalities, and traits. It's astounding really. And William takes after my father's mother. My grandmother. She was quite content to just sit back and watch people, quite often make a fool of themselves. He's very studious, which is also a characteristic of his father. And he likes to make people happy, he does not like to see them sad. Which, when he gets to know you better, you will learn the hard way. If you think Sophia sneaks out of her nursery quite easy, William is also very good, because no one suspects it of him. Sophia does it on a regular basis. William is the unpredictable one."

Darcy was about to respond when he saw Sophia stand on his wife's lap and point at something house. "Mama dat big house!"

Georgiana squealed, and Darcy grinned. "Pemberley!"