"Mr. Darcy!" I called, racing into my husband's study and surprising him. H looked at me over a letter he had been reading, an expression on his face that told me he had not been expecting me to burst into his study. "Mr. Darcy, I have the most excellent of news!"

"Address me by my name and I shall hear it," he said in a teasing manner, and I blushed. A month and a half of marriage and I still addressed him by his surname...

"Forgive me, Fitzwilliam... You must allow me to inform you of the most wonderful news!" I exclaimed again, and he pushed back from his desk and called me to sit on his lap, which I did happily.

"What news do you wish to share with me, my beloved?" he asked me as I hugged him around his neck.

"My Fitzwilliam, we are to be parents!" I cried, and his eyes widen and his jaw dropped. In hopes of relieving his shock, I closed his jaw and pressed my lips to his, letting out a scream when he leapt up and spun me around in his arms.

"Lizzy! Lizzy, can it be true? Are my greatest wishes finally to come true?" he asked me, and I hugged him tightly, bestowing on his cheek a kiss.

"Yes, my love, it is! We shall hold in our arms a child in less than a year!" He turned his head to meet my lips with his, and he set me on my feet again.

"Most wonderful news indeed! We must inform the family!"

"So close to Kitty and the Colonel's wedding?" Kitty and the Colonel were due to marry in four days, and I did not want to steal the attention from them by declaring that I was with child! Lydia was happy to the previous week, when the wedding was originally planned, and because of it, Kitty wanted the wedding pushed back a week. Mary and Mr. Casey were due to marry in two months, and Jane and Mr. Bingley in a month.

"You are right, my dear. We shall announce it after the wedding." He gave me another kiss. "Might I at least write to Georgiana? I shall inform her not to break the news to anyone." Georgiana had been staying at Longbourn to help Kitty prepare for her wedding with the Colonel.

"Oh, all right... If you must write to Georgiana, then I must write to Jane and swear her into silence as well." Both of us were far too anxious to announce the news, and when Kitty and the Colonel, and Colonel and Mrs. Fitzwilliam, were in their carriage set out for their honeymoon destination, Fitzwillaim and I broke the news to my family, and they were very thrilled to hear it.

About a week after the wedding, I was surprised to find a letter from Kitty describing her wedding night. She told of how the Colonel had helped her undress and into a warm bath before undressing and joining himself, then how he cupped her breasts in his hands... It was far too explicit to share, and when I had begun blushing furiously, my husband stole the letter from my hands and read it, turning red himself and then suggesting we try the same thing (which he took a pillow to the face for). Needless to say, he had other plans in mind anyhow...

As my abdomen expanded, our nerves grew; he worried that I would have a troubled delivery, as he remembered his mother having with Georgiana, and I worried that I would not bear him a son. As Georgiana had told me, if I did not bear a son for Fitzwilliam, then her son would take possession of the estate, if she bore her husband one. I hoped I could be different from my mother and bear a son for my husband, even if the child growing inside of me then was a daughter.

A few months into impending motherhood - and shortly after both Jane and Mary where happily settled into their newly married lives as Mrs. Bingley and Mrs. Casey, respectively - Kitty announced that she, too, was expecting, and that they were both confident that they were expecting a boy. I wondered how she could be so confident in her child's sex, as I worried hopelessly that mine was a boy for the sake of giving Pemberley an heir. My worry only increased as my abdomen got larger and larger.

At the very end of January in the year 1814, I begun experiencing sharp pains, and Mrs. Reynolds declared that I had gone into labor. Fear crept into both my husband and I, and I could only imagine his worry as he paced outside of my bedchamber door listening to my screams. I knew he was pacing, as he was never one to sit still in such a situation. Jane was there by my side, as she and Mr. Bingley had come to stay and aid in preparing my husband and I for a baby. I has never before felt such pain, and it was a great relief when the child was finally removed from me. I heard my child screaming at the top of it's very lungs and I raised my head, finding the midwife wrapping my child in a towel and the doctor cutting some sort of thing that was attached to my child. What was that thing? I hoped to God it was not harming my child!

"Lizzy, do settle down!" said Jane's calming voice, and it turned my head to her.

"What are they doing to my baby?" I muttered weakly, surprised at the strength of my own voice in that moment. I was distracted when I heard the midwife call my name, and she placed my child in my arms. I had never felt such happiness before in all of my life up until the moment I held my beautiful child in my arms.

"I am sorry you did not bear a son, Mr. Darcy," said the midwife from elsewhere in the room, and it turned my head to see that Mr. Darcy had entered the room. He only ignored the midwife and ran to my side and together, we admired the beautiful child that we had made together.

"I'm sorry I did not bear you a-"

"I do not want to hear it, Lizzy. In your arms is perhaps the most beautiful baby in existence and she will grow to be the most beautiful woman in all of England." We named her Rosalind Jane Darcy.

Our beautiful little Rosalind was born with light hair and bright blue eyes, and over the first few months of her life, her hair darkened to the shade of her father's hair and her eyes stayed the bright blue that her father also was in possession of. She was a quiet baby, except for at night, and we vowed to take care of her on our own; meaning, we decided to disturb our slumbers to tend to our sweet baby's needs.

A year after my Mr. Darcy and I were first married, we had invited Kitty and the Colonel to visit, and we had expected them to decline. We were surprised when they appeared at the door of Pemberley, Kitty heavily with child and the Colonel highly protective of Kitty's young form. We had accepted them into our home with no doubt, but we were indeed expecting another child besides any of our own children to be born within Pemberley's walls.

Jane and Mr. Bingley were settled at a nearby estate called Longmeade that was not nearly as ornate and elegant as Pemberley, but still a very charming estate, and they were over as often as they could be. Jane, however, was heavily with child as well, though not due for a few short months. She joined us one evening when Kitty and the Colonel were sitting in our drawing room, and as Georgiana entertained us from the pianoforte, my husband passed around our beautiful baby daughter.

"I never thought I would see the proud father side of you, Darcy," said Mr. Bingley as he cradled little Rosalind in his arms.

"I am a most proud father indeed of a most beautiful child," said my husband, smiling down at his young daughter.

"I cannot wait for my own child to be born!" said Mr. Bingley, turning to his wife and gazing upon her lovingly. She blushed under his gaze and placed a hand on her own expanding abdomen, where her child grew. We sat in silence and listened to Georgiana's playing until a cry from Kitty interrupted.

Time between the moment Mrs. Fitzwilliam was declared in labor and the moment she was carried to a guest bedchamber by the Colonel went by in a blur, and before I knew it, I stood outside of the guest bedchamber with Bingley, Richard, Georgiana and Rosalind, Rosalind in Georgiana's arms. Bingley sat beside Georgiana entertaining Rosalind, and I stood by the door watching Richard pace across the floor. "Richard, you must rest easy," I said to him.

"I cannot!" he shouted at me. "Kitty is still so young... Darcy, she is only eighteen and I two and thirty!"

"Your difference in age has nothing to do with her delivery of your child," I told him.

"What if she has a troubled delivery, Darcy?" Richard asked me, approaching me.

"Richard, thousands of women deliver babies daily. I assure you, Mrs. Fitzwilliam will be fine." He silenced, but he did not rest easy. He continued to pace, and when Mrs. Fitzwilliam's screams began, he became even more unsettled.

"Do you hear that? She is in distress!" he exclaimed, absolutely mad with worry. I opened my mouth to reply, but the sound of a newborn infant's cries stopped me.

"Do you hear that, Richard? Your child is fine, and so is your wife," I told him as he let out a sigh of relief.

"The child is fine, but my wife..." he began, but he was interrupted by my wife opening the door to the bedchamber.

"Richard, you may now enter and see her," said my Lizzy, and he rushed past her, nearly knocking her from her feet. I steadied her and smiled at her, and she pulled me into a quick kiss. "Our Richard and Kitty have had themselves a very handsome little boy."

"Have they? Well, I am most happy for them," I said to her with a smile. "You look tired, my dear."

"What is the hour?" I didn't exactly know what the hour was, either, and when I checked my pocket watch, I was most surprised to see that it was well past three.

"Does it matter now? We had all do best to get some sleep. I do not doubt that Richard will remain awake the entire night guarding his wife and newborn child." She giggled slightly and I took her in my arms to kiss her perfect hair. "Come, my dearest, we must get some rest." Georgiana had put Rosalind down hours before and must have turned in herself recently, for she was no longer in our company. Bingley and Mrs. Bingley, too, were absent from our company, so Mrs. Darcy and I took our leave for the night.

Richard had called his son Richard Thomas Fitzwilliam, which we found out when he brought him out to our company the following afternoon.

Each of my four sisters and myself found ourselves happier than we had imagined, including Lydia. Lydia had suffered three miscarriages before finally giving birth to a pretty little girl named Maxine, and Maxine's arrival to the Wickham family, somehow, changed Mr. Wickham for the better. We had assumed that it was because he realized that a part of him could be found in the small child and, as he had never before held the children he had left illegitimate, rarely could be found not holding her. He found himself a stable job and repaid my husband every penny that he owed, though Fitzwilliam insisted on him keeping it. No matter how many times he sent it back, Mr. Wickham would always send more; Fitzwilliam decided to keep it in case Mr. Wickham suffered a relapse. In the end, they had five children: Maxine, George, Saint John, Georgette and Marceline. After Georgette's birth, Mr. Wickham suffered a relapse and began his gambling habits again; when he lost his job, Fitzwilliam sent Lydia the money that Mr. Wickham had sent to him.

Kitty and the Colonel had the most children of all of us: seven in total. After Richard, Kitty and the Colonel had a set of twins named Henry and Stuart. A few years later, Elizabeth was born, and following her was Anne. A set of triplets followed Anne, though one was stillborn. The two survivors were named Lilian and Florence, and the stillborn had been named Marianne. The Colonel and Kitty had found themselves in Ireland after a while and we rarely saw them, getting lucky to even receive a letter.

Mary and Mr. Casey had three children named Melody, Edward and Kathleen, all of which turned out to be musicians like their parents. Mary and Mr. Casey remained close to Hertfordshire, deciding on London as a final resting place. Constantly, we were invited to hear the latest talents of the three Casey children, and even Georgiana declared that they were better than she.

Jane and Mr. Bingley, still residing at Longmeade, had five children, the eldest named Joshua. Fitzwilliam and Mr. Bingley tried to 'discreetly' encourage a union between our eldest children, but they only wished to be friends. The other four children were Lucy, Abigail, Jennie and William, all of which possessed their mother's blonde hair and their father's sweet disposition.

Georgiana met and married a man named Henry Fairfax, and he was perhaps a perfect match for her, though Fitzwilliam was rather hesitant with him at first. Together, they had four children named Fitzwilliam, called Will, Henry, Lizzie and Theodosia. They stayed close as well, not leaving Derbyshire but no more than a day's carriage ride away.

Miss Bingley, on the other hand, never reached spinsterhood, for Mr. Chadwick was rather smitten on her and proposed. They had a son named James, and poor little James did not get a chance to meet his father, for Mr. Chadwick died of the consumption and left her a widow. She resided with Jane and Mr. Bingley at Longmeade until the typhus claimed her life, leaving young James Chadwick an orphan raised by his aunt and uncle.

Fitzwilliam and I lived a very happy life. We had five more children after Rosalind, and for the first three of those five, I feared I would not bear a son for my husband. Following Rosalind were Aveline, Sarah and Mirabella, all of whom were very beautiful girls. They found themselves engaged and married to handsome men, Aveline to a Mr. Barnesly, Sarah to a younger Mr. Brighton (as he had an elder brother) and Mirabella to a Mr. Rochester. Rosalind, on the other hand, had a relationship much like my own with Mr. Darcy before our marriage with the elder Mr. Brighton, though he was apparently too 'snobby', as Rosalind had put it. Shortly after, Fitzwilliam came to me declaring that Mr. Brighton had asked for Rosalind's hand and she had accepted him. I bore two sons for Fitzwilliam, whom we named Fitzwilliam and Charles, both of whom looked like their father.

"Tell me," said my husband one evening a number of years after our marriage. We sat beneath the moonlight on a swinging bench in the garden, myself resting my head on my aged husband's chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Why did you run?" I lifted my head to smile at him, noticing that he genuinely desires to know.

"Why did I run?" I asked, and he nodded. "A lot of reasons... Fear that your feelings were untrue... Fear of what society would say of a man with 10,000 pounds per annum marrying a woman with no dowry... Jealousy due to your proposal to Mr. Collins..." We both laughed, and he kissed the top of my aged head.

"Mr. Collins turned me down, anyhow," he said, and we chuckled as we watched the stars twinkling high above the sky.

Yes, Fitzwilliam and I lived happy lives; lives that were filled sigh many years of joy, laughter and plenty of teasing.