Chapter 17

Time moved on, and so did we. Though the grief of losing Elizabeth lingered in our hearts, the arrival of baby Elizabeth brought a light into our lives that helped to heal our wounds. She was the spitting image of her grandmother and namesake, with the same keen intelligence that shone brightly in her curious eyes.

Eighteen months after baby Elizabeth's birth, Frances gave birth once again to a beautiful baby girl, whom we named Mary. The joy of welcoming another child into our family was palpable, but it also brought new challenges. Frances's nervous, selfish tendencies began to emerge more frequently, fueled by her fears for the future.

Recognizing the signs of her distress, Thomas and I decided to have a heartfelt conversation with her. We sat her down in the cozy parlor, the afternoon sun casting warm patterns through the lace curtains, and lovingly explained Thomas's plans for our family's future.

"Frances," Thomas began gently, "I understand your concerns. The future can be uncertain, but I want you to know that I am planning ahead for all of us."

Frances looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of anxiety and hope. "But how can you be so sure, Thomas? What if something goes wrong?"

I reached out, taking her hand in mine. "We are doing everything we can to secure our future, Frances. Thomas has invested in several promising projects, and we have every reason to believe they will do well."

Thomas nodded, his expression reassuring. "That's right. I've also implemented crop rotation on our land—a method that is ahead of its time but has already shown great promise. It's a system that will ensure our soil remains fertile and our harvests plentiful for years to come."

Frances listened, her worry gradually giving way to a sense of relief. "I didn't realize you were thinking so far ahead," she admitted softly.

"We are," I said, squeezing her hand gently. "We want to ensure that our family is taken care of, not just for now, but for the future as well. You and the children are our top priority."

Frances's eyes welled up with tears, but this time they were tears of gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered. "I needed to hear that."

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Frances slowly regained her confidence. She began to see the fruits of Thomas's careful planning and our joint efforts. The investments started to yield returns, and the crops flourished under the new rotation system.

Frances though, ever eager to contribute to the family and ensure a prosperous future, invited me into her private sitting room one quiet afternoon. Her demeanor was both earnest and hopeful as she sought my advice.

"Is there anything I can do to increase the chances of our next child being a boy?" she asked, her eyes reflecting her deep desire to help.

I smiled gently, understanding her need to feel involved and proactive. "Frances, there's no guaranteed method for determining the sex of a child, but there are a few things you can try that might increase the odds."

She leaned in, listening intently as I continued. "First, you can track your cycle carefully and try to have intercourse more often around the middle of your cycle, during ovulation. This is generally when you're most fertile."

Frances nodded, taking mental notes. "And what else?"

I hesitated for a moment, knowing that what I was about to suggest was more folklore than science, but it might provide her with some comfort and hope. "Some believe that allowing Thomas to take you from behind can influence the chances. There's also a practice of using primrose lotion, which is thought to help. But again, these are not scientifically proven methods."

She smiled, grateful for the advice, however unconventional it might be. "Are there any other tips?"

I laughed softly, remembering some of the more unusual myths I had come across. "Well, even in modern times, people follow certain myths. For instance, it's said that eating lemons can produce girl children, though there's no scientific evidence to support this. But sometimes, believing in these little rituals can bring a sense of control and comfort."

Frances chuckled, the tension easing from her shoulders. "Thank you. I'll try anything if it means giving us the best chance."

I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Just remember, Frances, the most important thing is to relax and enjoy the journey. Stress can often do more harm than good."

As we sat together in her cozy sitting room, sharing our hopes and dreams for the future, I felt a renewed sense of connection with Frances. Her willingness to seek advice and try new things showed her determination to support our family in any way she could.

From that day on, Frances took my advice to heart. She carefully tracked her cycle, tried the suggested methods, and even incorporated some of the old wives' tales into her routine. Though there were no guarantees, her proactive approach brought her a sense of empowerment and purpose.

Frances's diligence and dedication paid off. Eighteen months after the birth of Mary, Frances gave birth to a healthy baby boy. The joy in our household was immeasurable as we welcomed little Christopher Thomas into the world. His arrival brought renewed happiness and unity to our family. Frances, having learned from her previous experiences, approached motherhood with a newfound confidence and grace. She was attentive and loving, her anxieties easing with each passing day as she saw her children thriving. Thomas, too, was overjoyed, his heart swelling with pride as he held his newborn son, knowing that the future he was building would be bright and secure for his growing family.

Amidst the growing family, a strange letter arrived, stirring my curiosity. The envelope bore a name I recognized but had never encountered personally: Mr. Darcy of Pemberley. As I carefully opened the letter, my curiosity burned.

Darcy House, London

May 12, 17-

Dear Mrs. Gardiner,

I hope this letter finds you well. My name is Mr. Darcy of Pemberley in Derbyshire. Though we have never met, I am well acquainted with your esteemed reputation. It is with a heavy heart and great concern that I write to you today. My wife, who is currently with child, has suffered the loss of several pregnancies since the birth of our son, Fitzwilliam, eleven years ago. Each loss has been a devastating blow to our family.

I have searched far and wide for the best midwife to assist us during this critical time. Lady Rebecca Lee, Countess of Lichfield, and a close friend of my brother-in-law's wife, has highly recommended your services. She speaks of your exceptional skills and compassionate care.

I humbly invite—nay, beg—you to meet with me in London for a consultation. Your expertise could make all the difference for my wife and our unborn child. I am willing to make any necessary arrangements for your travel and accommodation. Please, I implore you to consider my request with the utmost urgency.

Yours sincerely,

Mr. Darcy

The urgency and heartfelt plea in Mr. Darcy's letter tugged at my heart. I knew I had to help. I shared the contents of the letter with Thomas and Frances, who both understood the importance of my journey.

"Thomas, I have to go. This family needs my help," I said, determination in my voice.

Thomas nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "Of course, you must go. We will manage here. Just promise to write and keep us informed."

Frances, holding baby Christopher, looked at me with a mixture of concern and support. "We will be fine. Go and help them."

With their blessings, I began to make preparations for the journey to London. As I packed, thoughts of Elizabeth and her unwavering support filled my mind, giving me strength for the task ahead. I knew from my glimpses into the future that their son, Fitzwilliam, was destined to be with our little Elizabeth, and that Mrs. Darcy would once again give birth to a daughter but tragically succumb to childbearing fever. The thought of another mother lost to this cruel fate filled me with a determination to change what I could not for Elizabeth.

Upon arriving in London, I was greeted by a carriage sent by Mr. Darcy. The city bustled with activity, but my mind was focused on the task at hand. As we reached the Darcy residence, Mr. Darcy himself came out to welcome me, his face a mixture of relief and anxiety.

"Mrs. Gardiner, thank you for coming. Please, come inside," he urged, leading me into the house.

Mrs. Darcy, a delicate woman with a worried expression, was resting in her chambers. I could see the toll that the previous losses had taken on her, both physically and emotionally.

I spent the next few hours discussing her medical history, examining her, and providing comfort. My main goal was to ensure a calm and reassuring environment, as stress could be detrimental to her condition. I also shared some practical advice on nutrition and rest.

As I prepared to leave that evening, Mr. Darcy approached me with a request. "Mrs. Gardiner, my wife and I have been so impressed with your care and expertise. We would be honored if you could stay with us through her lay-in and accompany us to our country estate in Pemberley. Your presence would be a great comfort to us both."

I was taken aback by the sincerity in his voice and the gratitude in his eyes. After a moment's thought, I replied, "I would be honored, Mr. Darcy. However, before we leave for Pemberley, I would like to visit my son Edward, who is training here in London. It has been some time since we last saw each other."

"Of course," he agreed readily. "We will make the necessary arrangements for your visit."

The following day, a carriage took me to the bustling district where Edward was training under the guidance of a distant cousin of his father's, learning the intricacies of import and export trade. Seeing him standing at the entrance, tall and handsome, filled my heart with pride.

"Mother!" Edward called out, his face lighting up as he hurried over to embrace me.

"Edward, it is so good to see you," I replied, holding him tightly. "You look well."

He guided me inside, where we sat and caught up on each other's lives. As I explained my mission with the Darcy and their invitation to Pemberley, Edward's expression grew thoughtful.

"Mother, if it's not too much trouble, may I accompany you to Pemberley? I've completed my latest assignments, and it would be good to spend some time together. Besides, I could assist you if needed."

His offer warmed my heart, and I could not refuse. "I would be delighted, Edward. Your company would be a great comfort to me."

With Edward by my side, we returned to the Darcy residence. Mr. Darcy welcomed Edward warmly and expressed his gratitude for our extended stay. The next day, we set off for Pemberley, the journey filled with a mix of anticipation and hope.

Upon arriving at Darcy's country estate, we were greeted by the serene beauty of the countryside. The estate, a charming and expansive manor, offered a peaceful retreat that I hoped would benefit Mrs. Darcy immensely.

umm I was planning on having only one more chapter to wrap up this section when a thought popped in my head...and has taken me on a slight detour. I am like the detour but then it is changing things again and I haven't decided how much of a change. so vote, longer life for George and Anne Darcy. yes or no? Also, get rid of Wickham now or later? Not getting rid of Wickham now, will cause a split for Darcy and Gardiners, but I can write either way...decisions, decisions. As I said the only fix point I have right now is Darcy and Elizabeth, I am still flipping a coin on Bingley and Jane though I know I want Rachel to give Miss Bingley and epic set down. I also have the plot of how they will rent Netherfield and its not by killing of Lady Rebecca or her son. Other than that, I am letting the wind guide me.