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It is freezing today in my home, it is not quite as cold as Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam's home but very cold. It is one of our real cold snaps. Thus this fluff piece was born.
-DaniMason
It was -1 degrees and Elizabeth was freezing. In Hertfordshire, it didn't get this cold, but in Derbyshire, it got this cold every year at some point. In her wool and many layers, it wasn't enough, Pemberly was simply just too big to heat properly with how big it was. So Elizabeth was in the warmest part of Pemberly, the library wrapped up in a blanket that her Mr. Darcy left in there for her. Elizabeth was very happy in her marriage, he was really a sweetheart when you figured out who he was and made him wake up to his pride and prejudice. He returned the favor and woke her up and she was also less prideful and prejudiced. Her life was the better for it she thought shivering in the blanket.
She was hoping that she would warm up soon, she had been so cold ever since she visited the tenants and now she wished she had read the Farmer's Almanac and checked the forecast and checked the temperature.
Mr Darcy was cold after checking on the sheep and the farmers taking care of them. He now was going into the Library to get warm by the fire for a few and get back to work. Once he got to the library he saw his darling wife shivering and he was concerned. She had gone out two hours ago and he could see her shivering. So he cuddled up inside the blanket with her.
"Fitzwilliam, you are back!"
"Yes, I am my darling Elizabeth. Do you mind if I burrow into your arms?"
"That is a way to say cuddling. I would love that."
Once content Elizabeth kissed Mr. Darcy's neck and he kissed her forehead. Mr Darcy was like a warm brick much to Elizabeth's delight, especially at this moment. Much to the scandalized sensibilities of their servants and sister they fell asleep in each other's arms. Most couldn't help to think it was so cute that they forgot they were in a public room. Overall they couldn't repine such a lovely cold snow day.