Woot Woot! Keep reading and reviewing! Spring Break is here so I'll have more time to write! Here we get to see what Bingley thinks about Elizabeth. I love Bingley's mind. It's so uncomplicated and simple. I'm not calling him stupid.. He's just so darn innocent. It's hard not to like the guy!

Chapter 33

As much as she tried to gain the attention of her husband, she could see it was just not possible. So, Elizabeth, being the woman that she was, decided to make the best out of her husband's mute state of contemplating carriages, and dowries, and horses, and what not's, and she made her way downstairs. If her husband missed her, he would know where she was.

Darcy as much as he was a proud, and quiet, and taciturn man, he was a lively and exceedingly funny man as well. This much, at least his wife, and closest companions knew. And his children. He could often be found doing everything in his power to bring laughter from his children. The nursemaid, though shocked at first, found the quality exceedingly endearing. His secret was safe with her.

Bingley on the other hand, he did his best to call out Darcy, whenever his guard was down. Though he always failed. His friend had a way with wits that he was not use to. In fact the only person Bingley had ever seen take him down was Elizabeth herself.

Elizabeth to Bingley was an extremely handsome and intelligent woman. And while he adored her, he was intimidated by her just as much. She was well read, well spoke, well kept, well, well everything. She answered insults with flattery, and flattery with insults, though one would never tell an insult unless they were like mind, as Darcy was. Bingley was sure that a large part of Elizabeth's side of the conversations she had with his sister Caroline were insults, as Caroline's were to her. But Caroline, who was indeed very bright, never caught on.

Elizabeth killed with kindness. Her words were a deadly weapon that nobody would ever see coming from a very sweetly smiling mouth.

Jane had told him once that the duchess had made a gentleman cry using only her words, and from that moment on he was thankful he was an ally to Elizabeth and would continue to strive to be in her good graces.

Though it was not hard, not at all. Elizabeth was a very nice person to all those around her as far as he could see, and he had a hard time imagining what kind of cad would ever want to cross her. Those were the thoughts of one Mr. Bingley in his library that afternoon as his longtime friend Darcy walked in. And while Darcy had not notice his presence in the library as well, Bingley was just as content to sit in silence and contemplate this new couple.

Bingley did not know much of the will, though of course he had heard rumors, as everyone had, but he did know buy his friend's letters that Elizabeth was keeping her ducal title. And while if he had the choice to keep a title, he most certainley would, he did not understand Elizabeth's decision, especially after the discovery of the duke's affair. Why would she want to stay connected to a man like that?

Bingley finally made his presence know to his friend who jumped a foot when he called his name. "Easy man. It's only me. You would think you saw a wild boar or something. Sit Darc, I want to talk to you about your wife."

"My wife? What about her?" Darcy sat with ease in the overstuffed chair by the window, his friend in a similar one next to him. "My wife is fine."

"No. I mean about the will. You promised to tell me more once you got here. I have been contemplating it, and I am glad that I am to marry Jane. She is so much more simpler than your Elizabeth. I do not know how you keep up with her. Especially when you argue. She can say something and mean something completely different. It's exhausting!"

Darcy smirked at this. "Are you calling your Jane plain, then?"

"By G-d no! She is an angel!"

"Easy man! I was jesting. What do you want to know that I have not already explained. Devonshire protected her and the children well. The will and letters patent is iron clad."

"As we expected it would be. How do you feel about her title?"

"I am not crazy about it, honestly Bingley," he took a sip of his brandy. "But I understand why she is keeping it."

"Why? Why would she want to stay connected to such a man, when she does not have to."

"Because of the children," Darcy started.

"Oh."

"I do not think she even regrets their relationship. I think the children are constant reminders of everything that was good with their relationship, as they should be. She spoke it to me like this. She is more than happy to take on the Darcy name as well, as she has. Should she have children with me, our children would be Darcy's as she is as well. If she did not keep the title, however, what connection would she have with William and Sophia besides the basic maternal connection. I do not think that she wants them to feel like she abandoned all that is their heritage when she did not. She is just as dedicated now to raise them the way that she and Devonshire wanted them raised, as she was back then."

"They talked about things like that? You talk about things like that?" Bingley's brows reached the top of his head and Darcy laughed at his innocence.

"They were husband and wife. I am sure that they did, especially since it was not one baby but two."

Bingley cleared his throat. "Do you two talk about children?"

"We do," Darcy nodded. "I think it is one of the most important conversations you can have with your wife. We mostly talk about Wills and Sophia right now, but we do discuss future children, and how we want to raise them. They're upbringing will be quite different than Wills and Sophia's, but they will be required to learn different things. Wills will be the duke, and Sophia will be a lady."

"Will not your children be titled as well, since their mother is?"

Darcy shook his head, "No. And I do not want that. Not at all. I want them to be children. To run and play all day without a care in the world. I hope, if I get my way. I hope I can convince her to put off training for Wills and Sophia until they are much older. I do not want them to be disappointed in their stations because they not get to be children. Being an adult will come soon enough."

"Do you not worry then that they will get to unruly."

"Have you seen Elizabeth with Wills and Sophia," Darcy raised a brow. "I actually feel sorry for them. They cannot get away with anything!"

"With you they can!"

"Yes, well my wife is right. I am a pushover."

At this Bingley and Darcy laughed and raised their drinks in a silent toast, enjoying the brotherly companionship that they now shared as they shared stories of their hopes and futures. Darcy shared the story of his first all-nighter with Sophia as she cut a tooth, all the while harboring the secret that gave him butterflies inside.

Very soon, and much too long a wait, the first of a new generation of Darcy's would be here. He could not help but be proud of his impressive rate of conception, and worried at what his precious wife would have to endure.