Page 55 of Fitzwilliam Darcy Undone
“Yes. I’ll miss Longbourn and all that is familiar, but you are my heart and home will always be where you are.”
“And also, this one.”
He placed his large hand on the slight bump beneath her gown. Although the threads of time had been pulled and woven to bring them back to Meryton unscathed, her grandmother made sure the life they’d created was not lost.
“I cannot wait to meet our son or daughter.”
“Neither can I. I must say, I hope for a son, so that he’ll have magic−”
“Oh, Fitzwilliam. All our children will have magic. Male or female. I am Ellorian and Miatharan. You are Miatharan. We are the start of new era.”
“Our daughters will be born magical?”
“Every single one.”
The smile that lit his face was a sight to behold.
“I knew when I met you, and couldn’t figure out why my magic didn’t work on you, that you were destined for something greater.”
“I’ve wondered about that as well. We are soul mates as are my mother and father. She was Ellorian, he was Miatharan and because of that joining, my sisters and I were born.”
“How have your sisters taken the news they have magical gifts?”
“Jane was a little taken aback and worries she’ll harm Charles.”
“Your sister couldn’t hurt anyone no matter how hard she tries.”
“True. Kitty has delved into painting with a new passion and Mary is slowly allowing her magic to come through her music. She played a sonata last night that was so beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes.”
“You, my dear have been crying at the drop of a hat lately.”
“‘Tis the babe. Mama says this is quite normal.”
“She should know.” He trailed a finger down her cheek. “What of Lydia?”
Lizzy stepped out of his embrace and moved to a small bench Papa had placed on the hill for her to sit and contemplate the view. Fitzwilliam joined her and took her hand in his. She loved how he always needed to touch her in some small way. Twining their fingers beneath the folds of her skirt whenever they sat beside each other, his warm hand on the small of her back in a crowd, or lightly taking her elbow as they moved from one room to another.
“She is embittered. Although she has no memory of Wickham, she senses something has been lost. Mama has confined her and Kitty to the nursery until they’re eighteen.”
“I for one, am glad all traces of Wickham are gone. You have no memory of that time in the clearing, but he gloated over what he’d done to my sister and now I know why she couldn’t forgive herself. He’d been truly heinous. She is back to being the lovely, yet shy girl she was prior to his treachery.”
“The power I was given is humbling, Fitzwilliam, and at times I’m so very afraid I might do something like that again.”
He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss against her fingers.
“No, you won’t. What happened in the clearing was unique. Yes, you are protective but you are not malicious. You would never seek to destroy lives as Wickham did.”
“I love you, Fitzwilliam.”
“And I love you, my Ellucia, my Elizabeth.” He gathered her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. “Are you ready to get married alongside your sister and Bingley?”
“I am, although I wish we could stay like this forever.”
“What? And miss the wedding breakfast your mother has labored over for weeks?”
She pulled out of his embrace with a gay laugh. “Her joy and Papa’s satisfaction at life has been a great source of entertainment, although his satisfaction stems mostly from spending time in your library at Pemberley.”
“He does enjoy my library. We may have to set strict rules as to when he visits because I do not want your father to accidentally come across us dishabille.”
