Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, you all inspired me! Sorry for the wait for this, I have been really busy lately.

As for the epilogue:

Mr Darcy was awoken from his peaceful slumber by a rather loud pounding on his bedchamber door. He turned onto his side slightly and spread his arm across the bed to reach for his wife. His disappointment was great however, when he felt her side of the bed empty. His eyes opened at this disappointment before scanning the room for her presence. He was however, to be disappointed again, for Lizzy was no where to be seen. He sighed heavily before calling loudly to the mysterious person at the other side of the door.

The door swung open quickly and light cascaded in from the candle the person held. Darcy looked up to see his valet stood waiting for his master's acknowledgement.

"What is it?" Darcy asked as he shifted in his bed slightly.

"The mistress is waiting for you Sir." The valet said as he went to gather clothes for his master.

"Where is my wife?" Darcy called to the man before he disappeared.

"She led me to understand that you will know, Sir." Darcy nodded silently. "It is not yet dawn Sir, would you like some candles." It was only at this lat exclamation that Darcy understood.

"No, make haste!" Darcy jumped from bed as the valet rushed off. He smiled at last for he knew where she was, he knew where she was waiting!

It was record timing that Mr Darcy arrived at the stables and jumped on his steed. The stable boy did look slightly apprehensive about his master leaving the house at such an hour but he pushed them aside and obeyed orders. Yet, as the Master of Pemberley exited the stables, the young stable boy could not help but realise that the Master was in a hurry. From this the stable boy came to the conclusion that Mr Darcy was either running late or he needed to meet someone. Strangely, the young boy presumed the latter of the two.

Darcy kicked his horse faster on exit of the stables, taking in the luxury of the open air and subtle wind. It was not long however, before Mr Darcy's mind was more agreeable engaged, for on top of the hill overlooking the east of Pemberley, sat Elizabeth. Darcy stopped his horse for a moment, taking in the magnificence of her appearance. She had dressed accordingly to the cold weather but her hair hang loose blowing slightly in the wind. The horse she sat upon was a magnificent mere but nothing in comparison to it's rider.

Darcy had sat a moment watching her before her eyes raised from Pemberley and saw him sitting watching her. She smiled quickly at the gentleman she had come so desperately to love before waving him to her. Darcy, on receiving this signal was more than happy to oblige.

On arriving at Elizabeth's side Darcy immediately lent over to kiss her passionately. She returned this kiss with equal affection before pulling away and smiling.

"So your valet was cooperative and delivered you to me." She said before she laughed, that laugh which made Darcy insane with longing.

"I have to confess that I did not believe that you would be here, my mind was suffering from too much disappointment of not having you in my bed." She smiled again.

"Has your disappointment now diminished?"

"I feel that it has."

"I am pleased for now we can enjoy Pemberley at it's best time, together as we always should be." She jumped to the floor at this and sat on the damp grass. Darcy could do nothing but follow her lead and join her.

"You come here so frequently Lizzy I would not be surprised if you knew the very moment the sun would rise over the lake."

"I seldom come here twice a week, Mr Darcy. I would never acquire such knowledge when I am here so little."

"I believe that I should build you a house upon this hill of your own Mrs Darcy so you have no need to escape the house. With such methods you could watch the sun rise from your very room."

"What an absurd idea Fitzwilliam!" She exclaimed as she looked at him in mock horror. "If you did build such a house I would never set foot in it, for it would take me further away from you." Darcy smiled happily.

"Perhaps we should resituate Pemberley then!" This response was only met by laughter from both parties.

"Pemberley would not be such a house if it were not where it is Darcy. Your family chose to place it in such a place and I would not change it for the world. I love it so dearly, but never more than you. You shall always be my love Fitzwilliam!"

"But what of your children!" Darcy exclaimed as they smiled. "They would surely demand some rank in your heart."

"Our children, Fitzwilliam! They know specifically that they have a special place in my heart but your position is entirely different."

"You flatter me Lizzy." Elizabeth looked across at her husband at this taking in his appearance. He had grey specks in his hair and he had lost some weight but as Elizabeth examined him she did not see his true age, instead she saw the young man she had married so many years previous.

"You are still as young as the day I first married you, Fitzwilliam Darcy. You are still as much of a gentleman as you were then!"

"I thank you, Lizzy. Have you never looked at your portrait and then examined your reflection in the mirror?" She shook her head. "You should do so, only then will you see that you are still the beautiful and witty Elizabeth Bennet that I fell in love with." Elizabeth laughed before cuddling close to her husband's warm body.

The Master and Mistress of Pemberley occasionally ventured out before dawn and retuned rather quickly but on this particular morning it was well after breakfast before they emerged back into their home. There were no complaints issued from the staff on their part but three loud voices echoed from above stairs.

The Master and Mistress said nothing in response to these loud complaints. Instead they stopped at the bottom of the large staircase and waited. For Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth knew who was complaining and certainly knew that the people responsible would find them soon enough.

Surely enough after a moment of waiting loud footsteps echoed around the foyer as two highly active boys and one rather serene girl descended the stairs to their parents.

"Mother, Father!" One of the boys shouted as they all cuddled into their parents. "Where have you been?"

"Your Mother and I have been remembering the past and the troubles it brought us. It is such a wonderful feeling to look back on the past and realise that you have done something right. Do you know what I did good in the past?" Darcy asked his children.

"No Papa." The youngest boy said as he held on to his Mother's hand.

"I married your Mother!" The children laughed at this before running back up the stairs. Darcy immediately held out his arm for his wife before walking the stairs after the children.

"Will you tell us the story again, Father?" The oldest boy asked as he looked back. Darcy sighed.

"Oh, I don't know!"

"Please, Father, please! They all begged in unison. Yes, Elizabeth thought, they have been well trained, they will do well.

"Very well come along."

The Darcy's all huddled in a group and walked along the corridor in the direction of the nursery. Darcy arm was around his wife protectively as he started to tell the story he knew and loved so well, the story of Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam.

"Well," Darcy said as the children listened in interest. "It was a long time ago when I met a beautiful woman named Elizabeth Bennet…"

The voice of Mr Darcy faded as the family walked into the depths of Pemberley but the story that Darcy was to tell was known well by many, including his staff. The staff held no disrespect for the Darcy's for they were a very generous family who treated everyone fairly. Yet, as the Master's voice faded along with the laughter of the children everyone in the house knew that there was a strong bond holding each of them together for eternity, the bond of love.

Thanks to all that read, you are all wonderful…My only question I have at the end of this story, is what to right next. Big question isn't it??

Just to let you know that I left the children's names and ages out for the audience to determine, it is your choice how old you wish them to be. I hope you all enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Bye for now.

Darcylover