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Last time in An Impossible Treasure...

He could not speak. He was completely stunned. But he was so completely happy at the same time. He swept her up in a very romantic fashion and kissed her hard on the mouth. She responded with just as much fervor, and when they parted, breathing heavily, Darcy asked, "Please Elizabeth, please tell me that you'll marry me. Make me the happiest man in all of England."

She smiled and nodded. He kissed her forehead and picked up her right hand. He took his ring off of her forefinger and placed in on her ring finger on her left hand. She gasped when she realized.

"You gave me a piece from the family collection?" she asked with wide eyes.

"Only the best for you, my Lizzy."

She smiled at his endearment to her.

Chapter 14 - Epilogue

10 years later…

At noon, Fitzwilliam Darcy, bachelor of Pemberley, could always be found in his usual place: his personal study next to the library. But at noon in the present, Fitzwilliam Darcy, husband of Elizabeth Darcy and father of Bennet, Lillian, Charles, and James Darcy, would never be found in the same place two days in a row. There were times when he was in town, longing for his family. There were times when he was out on the lawn playing with his children, and there were times when he was alone or with his wife in the savored silence.

Presently, his wife was at Longbourn, visiting the Collinses. Her father had passed away two years ago, and Mr. Collins, who possessed no tact whatsoever, demanded that he and his wife and son move in immediately. It took Elizabeth six months before she finally spoke to her cousin again. With her on this trip was her eldest son, Bennet who was closest to little William in age. The two got on perfectly. William was definitely Mary's son, not even looking like his father which is very fortunate for him.

The three younger Darcy children were presently on the grounds with their nurse as they played with the two Bingley children. Their fathers were in Darcy's study next to the library. Darcy was staring out the window at his children, and both men were nursing a glass of port.

"Charles," Darcy said. "How on earth did we have such luck?"

"When did you start believing in luck?" Charles asked his friend with a smile. "You always thought there was a strategy to everything. Nothing happens by chance."

"Nothing but my life," Darcy said sincerely. "We are two rich gentlemen who are supposed to end up with two rich wives and be absolutely miserable with them for the rest of eternity. We are supposed to have affairs and illegitimate children. We are supposed to gossip with the rest of society and look disapprovingly on those who are not so wealthy as us and even those who are but do not come from old money. What happened?"

Charles shrugged. He was one of those supposed people who came from "new money." His father had been in trade, and therefore made his own wealth. Naturally, he was habit to such informal gestures as shrugs. "I cannot say," he admitted. "I cannot imagine life without Jane. I cannot imagine being miserable for the rest of my life. And I cannot imagine you without Lizzy."

Darcy smiled at the mention of his wife. She was everything to him, and their children just heightened his love for her. Their first born son was the epitome of himself, they were identical, but Lillian, their only daughter, was a replica of her mother. They shared the same hair, figure, and haunting brown eyes. Darcy's joy was heightened when their next two sons, twins, were born with the same brown eyes.

"I cannot imagine it either, Charles," Darcy admitted. He kept staring at his children as they played. "How terrible life would be without my family."

"And Georgiana, I believe, feels the same."

"I believe she does." Two years after Darcy and Lizzy were married, Georgiana met and married a young man of respectable wealth and character. He was a very gentle soul, and he suited Georgiana perfectly. Darcy was, at first, hesitant to allow the man to pursue his sister, but after much convincing from his wife, he granted permission, and the two were married three months later. Georgiana now had two children of her own, and she just sent a letter saying she was expecting a third. Darcy was happy for his sister, but there were times when he missed her greatly, and he and his family visited her as often as they could. She and Lizzy were still very close.

"And Charles?"

"Yes?"

"To answer your question, I started to believe in luck the moment I married Elizabeth. There was no strategy there. There could not have been. She would have seen right through it and thrown me out immediately."

Charles just laughed. "That sounds very much like Lizzy."

Yes, Darcy thought. She is a treasure. She is my treasure.