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A/N: My mother would have a heart attack if she knew I was writing Jane Austen fanfiction. According to her, there are some things that should not be touched. However, in both the movies (I can't remember about the book) they never address the question about what Elizabeth is going to call her husband. So I had to write this. Set right after the 2005 movie ends... as in, literally, thirty seconds after that kiss.

Naming

"Dearest?" Darcy sat back on his heels, reluctantly pulling away from his wife.

"Mmm. Yes?" She smiled at him lazily, in a way that almost distracted him from his chain of thought.

"Now that we've worked out what I am to call you..." He pulled her hand to his lap and started absentmindedly tracing little designs on the back of it. "What are you to call me? For you cannot continue with Mr. Darcy; we are married now."

She tilted her head to one side. "I had not thought of that. I have called you Husband, but I suppose that will not always do."

"No." His serious consideration of the subject made a small, satisfied smile creep across his lips.

"But Fitzwilliam is such a long and unwieldy name. And it also belongs to your cousin; we do not wish to cause confusion." Her eyes danced with amusement. "Imagine if he should think my comments were for him!"

"That would indeed be a tragedy." He said this with a completely straight face, and she raised her free hand to lightly cuff him on the shoulder.

"This is a serious subject, my love." But her eyes were laughing as she said it.

"Forgive me then, my dear, I shall endeavor to refrain from making light of it again."

"See that you do." Her lips twitched. "It seems that I must find a suitable nickname for Fitzwilliam, then. You may choose between them. Shall I call you Fitz or William?"

He grimaced. "I beg you, neither. Both carry unhappy memories of my childhood and the relatives who pinched my cheeks and patted me on the head and condescended to smile at me."

"Very well, then. I suppose I could call you Darcy, as Bingley does."

"Bingley's sisters also refer to me by that name." His tone suggested amusement and mock horror.

"Oh, good heavens, that won't do, then." She kissed him lightly, still reveling in the fact that it was now allowed. "You shall have to find a name for yourself, then, for I have exhausted my supply."

"Would you object to calling me Will?" He made the offer hesitantly, as though afraid of how she might react.

Her eyes widened. "I had discarded that as being too childish for your pride. I have no objection, but does it suit you?"

"I suppose I could live with it, in the interest of finding an endearment that is unique to you." He flashed one of his unusual wide smiles at her, and she leaned forward to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Thank you, Will..." She laughed. "It sounds so informal. Perhaps it will soften your manner a little."

He pulled her closer with an arm around his waist. "No, love, you do that."

A/N: Tada...