I love watching Darcy and Elizabeth interact with each other. It's so easy, and it just flows. Also shows a difference in age. When he is questioning her and she is evading the inevitable, she is like a child getting scolded, (though she isn't actually) and I love it.

I want to explore Darcy's sense of humor. It's kind of dry, and I LOVE IT. But the more I write, I feel like I am stepping into Darcy's shoes, and writing from his point of view. It just comes easier than Elizabeth's and I have no idea why. Probably because he's the one who's life has changed so drastically, where as with her, she's been married before, and she's a mom, so no change at all.

Also.. I am looking for some really good MODERN fanfics to read. I love Pride and Prejudice fanfiction, so PM me your suggestions! or put them in the reviews, either way!

Hope you enjoy! Review!

Chapter 32

After their ride, Darcy made his way up to the quarters he shared with Elizabeth, when upon entering he found her lounging on the bed, knees pulled to her chest, head tilted to the sky, as she rested against the headboard. He knew she had not been feeling well as of late, and wanted her to relax as much as she could.

"Elizabeth? Will you not rest? What is a matter?" He sat down on the bed beside you and pulled her close. Rubbing her arms as he held her, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I feel so unsettled, Fitzwilliam, and I do not know why," her sigh was quiet as was her voice.

"You have not been feeling well. Will you not please see a doctor. If only to alleviate any concerns of mine for your wellbeing."

"I am fine Darcy, just tired. I hear two children can do that to you," she teased him, while tugging gently on one of his dark curls.

He sighed at her tease. "I do not know how you did it. As much as I love those two, sometimes you need a little quiet time. And not just when they are napping either."

"When you have children, you give up your life for theirs. You sacrifice your pleasure for theirs. Tale as old as time, I think."

"I would do anything for those two," he was laying on the bed now, hands behind his head, looking up at the satin canopy above. "I talked to Georgiana. We went for a ride to the mount. Beautiful view."

She nodded. Elizabeth had been worried around Georgiana as of late. She loved her new sister, and never wanted her to feel out of place. Most importantly, she never wanted her to feel like she was taking her place. Not at all. She knew the relationship brother and sister shared, before she even entered into their lives was special. He was her confidant, and she the person who knew him best. He trusted her opinion, and therefore, before he made anything with Elizabeth, herself, official, he had invited his sister to Netherfield to see how they got along.

Elizabeth knew the bond between them would only grow stronger as the years past, even when Georgiana got married. Though she would never bring that up. Not ever. She knew her husband was dreading the day he would have to give his little sister up.

She loved Darcy, and she loved Georgiana. She wanted to bring them closer, not to separate them.

"I have been worried about her love," Elizabeth started. "She has been so quiet since we have arrived at Pemberley, even before the wedding. I do not want her to feel I am replacing her-"

"She knows you are not replacing her," he interrupted, still staring at the ceiling.

"Well is she well? Did she say anything?"

"She said she is well."

"Well," Elizabeth pushed, "what else?"

"Not much really. She loves you and the children. She thinks you are a fine Mistress that Pemberley deserves. And she no longer likes the color orange," Darcy smirked as his wife hit his shoulder, and he raised himself to an elbow. "Speaking of orange. I have let it slide, because I knew I would not get an explanation out of you then. But you have kept me in the dark for far too long wife. I must demand you tell me exactly what you did, and Lady Abigail, of course. She is a worthy accomplice, to be sure. I must demand how you were involved with the Wickham, Miss Bingley scheme."

"Scheme?" Elizabeth feigned shock, "I am not sure what you mean sir. I do not scheme."

"Elizabeth," he chuckled, "I know you far better than you know. Mr. Bingley gets antsy when I ask him. Surely he is not involved as well. I doubt he would even make his sister marry a character like Wickham without a cause. "

"There was no scheme."

"Elizabeth."

"There was no scheme."

"Elizabeth," Darcy said amused.

"Well there wasn't."

"Elizabeth."

"Fine. There was a small scheme."

"How small?"

"Very small."

"Elizabeth Darcy."

"Larger than very small."

"Mrs. Darcy."

"A very large scheme, but I did not come up with it."

"Are you to tell me Lady Abigail was the one who initiated this all?"

"Yes."

"Elizabeth."

"No?"

Darcy shook his head. "No. In fact, I do not recall that she knew Mr. Wickham."

"She did not."

"So you will admit that it was your scheme."

"I am not that clever."

"Elizabeth."

She sighs, "Fine it was my scheme. But she deserved it. And Abigail did help."

Darcy chuckled, "You are very hard to get information out of, my love. Do tell me, what exactly did you do."

"We may have told Bingley that we caught Wickham and Caroline in a compromising posistion."

"ELIZABETH!"

"You asked. I am telling the truth."

"And he believed you?"

"Obviously. I just wanted rid of her."

"That was what he was in London for."

"Well he was not fast enough."

"And the rumors going around town about Caroline Bingley's, excuse me, Wickham's pregnancy."

"Were not started by me at all. Apparently, Abigail, placed a servant in the Bingley townhome, a spy of some sort. Caroline hitched a plan to adopt a child from the orphanage, say she had it hidden away for a while, then come out and claim it William's baby. She hoped the scandal would elevate her status. The servant, thought her mad, and reported it to Abigail."

"A baby? Is she mad?"

"Abigail?"

"Caroline."

"That is debatable, I suppose. I tend to think yes, but I am not completely unbiased."

"Georgiana thought she lost mother's rubies. I have not talked to her about the incident yet."

"The poor girl must have been devastated. Why have you not talked to her?"

"I do not know how," Darcy blushed.

"You talk to her every day."

"Not about this."

"Just be honest with her."

"Elizabeth she is a young girl."

"She is not naive."

"She is still too young."

"Then leave out the details. Just tell her how it came to be missing from her possession. She deserves the truth, my love, even if it means you being embarrassed for a little while."

Darcy nodded his agreement then laid back down. "I hope this parenthood thing gets easier. I am failing miserably. I never thought that I would wish to get a bigger model for a carriage when I purchased ours two years ago. Now there is no room with two toddlers."

"I am sure you will get through," she giggled.

"I do not know. I am a tall man Elizabeth."

"I am quite tall as well, husband."

"Yes but you are also lithe, and flexible, need I remind you," he loved her blush.

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

"It has already gotten me everywhere."

"Husband."

"Yes wife?"

"I have reason to suspect that I am with child."

His silence was humorous as he stared at her in shock. Elizabeth counted a whole thirty seconds before his response.

"I am going to need a bigger carriage."