Hey guys I know I have been ignoring this story for awhile but I want to get back into it. I have gone through and changed just a few minor things and am updating the existing chapters. Hopefully I will have another new chapter within a week.
Elizabeth sat with her head on her husbands shoulder, trying not to let the sway of the carriage make her sick as she thought pleasantly over the first month of her marriage. They had taken a wedding trip to Windermere and were now on their way home to Pemberley. It would be a three day trip, today being the second; they could have made it in two but both of them were reluctant to have their wedding trip draw to an end and were content to prolong the inevitable. At the moment Elizabeth was blessing her husband for his forethought in breaking up the trip a little more, the rocking of the carriage was making her want to loose her breakfast, and was glad it would only be a few more hours before they rested.
She never had sickness issues with carriages before, but then again she had never travelled this far day after day before. Yesterday she was feeling a little off by the end of their travels as well. When her feet finally touched ground at the end of the day her body took a moment to adjust still feeling as if she were in motion, she swayed and Fitzwilliam had to steady her, luckily he still had a hold of her after helping her down or she would have made a fool of herself in front of the Inn keeper. He had been so worried and looked at her as if he was about to sweep her into his arms and run calling for a doctor, but she had calmed his fears telling him she just needed a moment to settle and something to eat. He agreed and asked the Inn keeper to have dinner sent to their room immediately. By the time their luggage was brought up and they had freshened, dinner had been brought to their room. Fitzwilliam had barely taken his eyes off of her and had nearly carried her up the stairs to their room. She ignored his fretting as she readied for supper. As soon as she started to eat she felt her strength returning, Fitzwilliam too seemed to be appeased because he let out a breath and began to eat as well.
After dinner she took great pleasure in vanquishing any of his remaining worry by showing him just how fine she was. As they laid together afterward both totally sated, Elizabeth couldn't help but think about how passionate they were together. Since the first time they made love, both feeding and responding off and to each other like they have been together all their life instead of just over a month. She briefly wondered if it was like this for all couples, but then thought quickly, not likely. Even though she was not experienced she knew instinctually that what her and Fitzwilliam had was one in a million. The love they shared unique and far more passionate than most would even be able to comprehend. Even Jane and Charles, although deeply in love as well, loved each other in a very different way than her and Fitzwilliam. Oh, and those poor souls like dear Charlotte that married for comfort not love how awkward and unsatisfying marital relations must be. 'Oh my, what a highly improper tangent this has been,' she thought giving herself a mental shake and turning back to her husband with a renewed sense of how blessed they were to have each other enticing him to go another round.
Elizabeth sat up from Fitzwilliam's shoulder with a jolt, even replaying last nights activities did not seem to be enough to quell the nausea. Fitzwilliam stared at her with concern as she squeaked out "stop the carriage" while raising one hand over her mouth and the other over her turbulent tummy. Fitzwilliam relayed her request to the coachman and the carriage slowed to a halt. Elizabeth flung the door open and leaped out before the carriage even came to a full stop she stumbled a bit but ran to the roads edge, fell on her knees, and emptied the contents of her stomach so forcefully she swore she was throwing up her organs as well. Fitzwilliam was by her side in a heartbeat, she half-heartily tried to push him away not wanting him to see her like this but he would have none of it. He held her and brushed the strays of her hair back. Even after she had given all her body had to give she continued dry-heaving on and off for sometime after. When she had managed to hold it together for a few minutes straight Fitzwilliam passed her the canteen. He must have relayed to instructions to one of the servants while she was preoccupied to retrieve it because he never left her side to attain it, she thought as she took a drink. As she began to regain her composure it struck her how improper this scene must be, obviously she could not help being sick but Fitzwilliam was holding her and comforting her in such a loving manor that it must seem improper to any observer, even if they were married. She took a small glance around and sighed in relief their carriage was the only one around so it was just them and their servants and they could be trusted not to speak of this, discretion and loyalty were the two things Darcy demanded of his servants. When she finally made eye contact with Fitzwilliam his eyes were full of concern. She immediately sought to comfort him, "Thank you my love, and don't you worry it is just a bit of motion sickness. I feel better already and we must be nearly at our destination for today, I will be fine."
"Another half hour to go, I will call for the doctor as soon as we.." Darcy started only to be cut off by Elizabeth.
"You will do no such thing, I am fine, I just need to walk and stretch my legs a bit and get my bearings before I get back in the carriage." As she went to stand she swayed and Darcy grabbed her helping her steady on her feet. She dusted off her dress and he took her arm and slowly began to walk with her pleased to see some colour returning to her face.
"Perhaps this trip is too much for you I will see about remaining another night at the Inn so that you can recoup" Darcy remarked.
"No, I really want to get home, and poor Georgiana is waiting for us, I am perfectly healthy anyone can get motion sickness and another days rest isn't going to change that."
His face lit up at hearing her call Pemberley home, reminding him that he never needed to part from her again and that now, with her, Pemberley would truly become a home in every sense of the word. He relented selfishly, he could not wait to get her "home" either. "Tomorrows stretch is the shortest of the three, but we will make regular stops so you can rest and stretch your legs, and you will tell me at once if you are feeling uneasy, understood?"
"Yes, that should be a better help then lazying around for an extra day, although I am reluctant to see an end to our wedding trip I am eager to start our life together and I miss Georgiana so much, I am sure having her around will help sooth my missing Jane as well. You have to remember that even though I love your company I grew up with four sisters and am use to regular sisterly interactions, I am afraid I will likely be monopolizing Georgiana a lot at least for the next few weeks while I settle in and adjust to being Mistress of Pemberley." Elizabeth remarked.
Darcy gave a light laugh and looked at her with such love and devotion she nearly swooned and said "I have no problem sharing my sister. She has so longed for a sister herself I am sure she will hardly notice me at all anyway for a few days at least." They walked for few more minutes then Darcy helped her back into the carriage. She was feeling much better and they made it to the Inn without any more interruptions.
Fitzwilliam had dinner sent to their room, she ate very little and when Fitzwilliam questioned her she said that she didn't want to push her luck she was feeling much better and would eat a little more latter. When he tried to persuade her to go to bed early and rest she refused stating that tonight was their last night of freedom and they were going to make the best of it, he looked at her assessing her and then sighed in defeat and swooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed but it would be several hours before they actually found rest.