Author's Note: Sorry to be giving this to you in pieces, but I hope to finish the rest tomorrow.

This has been updated slightly, particularly related to Mrs. Bennet's death.

Epilogue - Part 1
Thursday, 1 April 1813
London

"Darcy, are you going to Rosings for Easter again this year?" his brother, Mr. Stanton, asked him. "Fitzwilliam sent me a letter last week asking Jane and I to come. Apparently, you have not given him his answer yet."

Darcy frowned. "He knows very well that we are coming. I know Elizabeth and Anne have exchanged a great many letters recently, and Elizabeth is most insistent that we stay until Anne has the baby."

"I think Fitzwilliam is merely antsy. His wife is getting closer to her confinement, and according to the letters my wife has received from Mary and Anne, he is hovering."

Darcy rolled his eyes at that, then snorted in an attempt to stifle a laugh. "I owe Richard a letter, then. I must let him know that I have won the bet and, therefore, have the right to name his first-born. Do you have any suggestions I can torment him with?"

Stanton laughed at this, "I do not know about this. You will name his firstborn."

"Last year, just before they married, Richard claimed he would never act the besotted fool over his wife. I believe his hovering will count. He certainly mocked me enough for it as Anne grew closer to her confinement last autumn. Elizabeth alternated between being frustrated and amused, though, in the end, it was a good thing when Elizabeth went into labour as I accompanied her on her walk in the gardens."

"Yes, Jane was most amused at the letter Elizabeth sent after the birth. I believe she was rather exasperated that all your warnings about her walking out proved true. Of course, she did not let that stop her and was up and about despite your admonitions otherwise mere days after the birth."

Again, Darcy could do little but roll his eyes. "It is a good thing I love my wife as much as I do, for otherwise, she would drive me to distraction with her antics. I am extraordinarily thankful for the children she gave me and was as surprised as anyone when she gave birth to twin boys."

"Your sons are adorable scamps, but I have a feeling they will keep you and your wife on your toes as they get older."

Darcy laughed at that. "Yes, Matthew and Theodore are already quite the handful, and I have little doubt they will take after their mother. Matthew seems a bit more serious, but Theodore has to be watched constantly. He attempted to eat my cravat pin and managed to pull it loose. He dropped it when it stuck him, but still …"

Stanton merely shook his head. "Jane looks forward to being with child. We had begun to suspect she might be last month, but nothing came of it. Soon, we hope."

"It will come. You have only been married a few months. I know it was not your wish, but Jane insisted on postponing your wedding to allow her to finish mourning her parents. Elizabeth did not understand why she felt she must, but Jane did not want to disrespect either of her parents by not mourning them properly."

"Yes, I know," Stanton said with a sigh. "Jane really is too good sometimes."

"After all that Mr. Bennet did, I was not sorry to hear that he passed not long after we returned to Pemberley last summer. I was far more surprised when Mrs. Bennet passed away only a few weeks after him."

"It was shock, I think. Although she knew there were additional funds to support her, she was rather surprised at learning the full amount in the accounts, both from the property and what Elizabeth had managed to save for the family's care. Learning that it was Elizabeth who would control her funds and handle the final distribution of everything was upsetting to her."

"Yes, I know," Darcy replied with a frown. "Elizabeth had thought they were restoring their relationship through their letters after that last visit to Gracechurch Street, but then she wrote quite a vituperative letter complaining about Elizabeth's handling of things. She believed my wife would force her into penury now that Mr. Bennet had died. Elizabeth had written a far kinder letter than she deserved in reply, but we received word of Mrs. Bennet's death before it could be posted. Mr. Phillips said he tried to explain matters to her and that she would be able to remain at Longbourn as long as she liked, but to no avail."

"Perhaps Mr. Phillips simply did not explain matters well enough. He also suggested that Mrs. Bennet may have been ill, stating that she had been having headaches for some time since their return from London."

Darcy laughed a little. "And now you sound like your wife, trying to make everything and everyone good. Still, Phillips was overwhelmed with the search for an heir to replace Mr. Collins at the time, and he was angered by Mr. Bennet's failure to tell anyone of the additional accounts until pressed. No one expected that Mrs. Bennet would truly perish from an attack of nerves, but apparently, this one led to an apoplexy."

"Yes," Stanton replied, and conversation ceased for a moment. The sound of a familiar refrain stirred Darcy into action.

"Come, brother, let us stop holding up the wall and find our wives. Elizabeth will be displeased if I am late to claim her for this dance."

"My wife is still hesitant to dance a waltz in public. She enjoyed our lessons at your home but is unwilling to display her skills."

"Then I will see you later, Stanton."

Darcy went and unerringly found his wife, leading her without a word onto the floor. Nearly as soon as the music started, he was lost in his wife's eyes as they moved around the room, barely aware of any others in the room.