O.K. last chapter. I'm actually kind of glad I'm ending this story as I have two fanfic ideas I really want to start working on, though I did love this idea and am extremely happy it got so much positive response. Well I hope you enjoy the conclusion of the story and that it isn't as bad or fluff-filled as my author's instinct is inclined to believe it is. The name thing is really pretty predictable, but I couldn't help it. Actually if you look I named their son after a character from Twelfth Night. So Shakespeare owns the child names and Austen owns the characters…except the kids, they're mine.

And five years later…

All Mr. Darcy could do was stand there bone stupid as the mixture of emotions overtook his mind. Fear, joy, love, franticness and, above all, confusion took his senses as his wife gritted her teeth, groaned, let out the occasional scream and cut off the circulation in his hand.

"Keep pushing madam, you're almost done." Mr. Darcy noticed this was about the seventh time that the midwife had declared this, but he did not complain. Elizabeth needed the encouragement. So did he, but he found his comfort at the door.

Their four year-old son, Sebastian, stuck his head out from behind the bedroom door. His messy black hair drooped down into his light blue eyes, which had a mixture of fear and curiosity in them. He had peeked in multiple times during the process and had never once actually entered the room. Mr. Darcy caught his eye and remembered how much worse it had been the first time. Elizabeth had gotten through bringing one child into the world, she could handle another. "It will be over soon," he mouthed to his son. Sebastian, understanding the meaning, nodded vigorously, forcing his father to smile.

At last Mr. Darcy felt the pressure on his hand lessen. The midwife gathered the small, fair-haired infant in a cloth. "It's a girl," was all she said, though there was a sense of accomplishment in her voice, as she brought the child up to Elizabeth.

Tears of pain and joy ran down Elizabeth's cheeks as she held her new daughter in her arms. Mr. Darcy leaned over to kiss her hair before gathering her shoulders in his arms. Sebastian eagerly ran over to greet his new sibling and tired mother.

"She has Georgiana's hair," remarked Elizabeth as the family huddled together on the bed.

"And your father's nose," continued her husband. Elizabeth laughed.

"Let's just hope she doesn't have my mother's mouth." They both laughed and Darcy murmured a quick "amen to that" before asking the last question.

"What will we call her my dear?" ha asked. Elizabeth smiled warmly and nuzzled the baby's nose.

"Beatrice. I'd like to call her Beatrice."

Mr. Darcy puzzled a moment before remembering and chuckled.

"I like that. My Beatrice."