I'm so, so sorry. I'm a bad person and a bad writer. Please forgive me. I know since I've been away for months you might have been expecting something better than this, but this is the best I could do. It's short and it sucks but I hope it will do the trick.

Again, I'm sorry. Feel free to send me hate.

Day Six

EPOV

I woke up to the smell of vomit. I had fallen asleep with Darcy on top of me (baby Darcy, not the grown one. That would be weird, having him on top of me... and sexual. And I don't think of him in a sexual manner. At all. Ever. Oh, shut up. Where was I?) and she had puked her guts out all over me. I groaned and moved the sleeping baby to her stroller and went into the bathroom to wash myself. I asked my father to watch over the baby while I took a shower. He grunted and I took that as a 'why yes, I'd love to.'

I quickly showered and had just gotten downstairs when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood Darcy. He looked...shy?

"Hey, Darcy," I said with a smile and opened the door wider to let him in. He clasped his hands behind his back and smiled awkwardly. "I'm just gonna get Darcy, okay?" He nodded without a word.

Strange.

I walked into Dad's office and took baby Darcy. Dad was engrossed in a book, as always, and didn't notice me.

"Dad," I said, trying to get his attention. "Daaaad. DAAAAAAAD!" He finally looked up. "Thanks for watching Darcy for me."

He looked between me and the child, confused. He opened his mouth to speak but coughed instead. "Anytime, darling."

I narrowed my eyes. "You had no idea she was here."

"Not a clue."

...

DPOV

Okay, just be cool. You can do this. You're the MAN.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," Lizzy said, interrupting my thoughts. She handed me the baby and pushed the stroller towards me.

God, you're beautiful.

"What?" she asked.

My eyes widened in horror; I had said that last part out loud.

"Um, I said... that... God... He's beautiful..."

What the hell are you talking about, Darcy?

"Okayyy." She looked at me quizzically.

An awkward silence passed between us before she politely shoved me out. As she was about to close the door, I finally had the courage to ask her what I had been thinking about the entire previous night.

"Willyougooutwithme?"

Smooth, Darcy. Way to keep your cool.

I cleared my throat and tried again. "Will you, Lizzy Bennet, the mother of my child, please go out with me tonight?"

A painfully long moment passed until Lizzy smiled softly and agreed. I released the breath I didn't realise I had been holding and walked away awkwardly.

"Darcy!" I turned around at the sound of her lovel-uh, voice; the sound of her voice. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I had no idea what she was talking about until I saw where her finger was pointing; I had forgotten our child.

I made my way back to the house and took the baby and the stroller.

"Forgot our baby, William Darcy? Scandalous."

I smiled; I liked how she said my name.

...

EPOV

Darcy came by my house at eight o'clock. To my surprise, he had brought baby Darcy with him. When I asked him about it, he told me he hadn't found sitter for her. But I could tell there was something he wasn't telling me. He was behaving mysteriously and it freaked me out. He wouldn't even tell me where we were going.

We walked to a small restaurant near our school. I looked down at my jeans and blazer, feeling like I was a little underdressed. Darcy seemed to have read my mind for he told me I looked lovely. I blushed at the compliment.

A waiter escorted us to our seats and, with a slightly amused expression on his face, got a baby chair for junior. We ordered and talked while we waited for our food to arrive. It surprised me how easy it was to carry a conversation with Darcy. I realised we hadn't really spoken before. We told each other about our likes and dislikes, future plans, our families and friends. Just everything. And it was nice.

When he told me about his parents' death, I couldn't help but to reach over the table to hold his hand comfortingly. He smiled sadly and laced his fingers through mine, stroking them lightly.

The waiter interrupted our little moment.

We ate in comfortable silence, only speaking to tell our opinion on the food.

When the time came to leave, we fought over the bill. I wanted to pay for my meal but he was very much opposed to that.

"I'm the one who ate the chicken, I should pay for it," I argued.

"But I asked you out, therefore I should pay."

"That is ridiculous. You-"

"I'll just leave you guys with the check," the waiter said, putting the check on the table before awkwardly backing away.

"If a man asks a woman out on a date, he should pay," Darcy stated.

"Oh, so you're a man?" I snorted. "And this is a date?"

He drew his lips into a thin line. "Yes, I'm a man! And yes, this is a date... isn't it?"

"Is it?"

"Isn't it?"

"Is it?"

Our mature argument lasted a little while longer.

He won, in the end.

"But I'm paying for the next," I told him.

He smiled smugly. "So there's gonna be a next?"

I looked at him, not amused.

...

DPOV

We walked together in silence. I pushed baby Darcy ahead of me and kept thinking how I could lead the stroller with one hand, using the other to hold Lizzy's. But I told myself 'no'. It was only yesterday that she hated me with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.

I stopped her in front of a large house. She looked bewildered.

"Why are we stopping?" she asked. "I thought you were taking me for ice cream."

"This is something much better than ice cream."

"Nothing beats ice cream," she muttered under her breath, causing me to smile.

"This," I pointed at the house, "is George's house."

The bewildered expression returned to her face. "So?"

"You told me yesterday about a certain thing he did to your window. Well, Darcy's food seems to have gone straight through her."

She understood where I was going with this and a mischievous smile slowly took over her face. We crept into the backyard and I showed Lizzy George's window. It was on the second floor. After changing junior's diaper, Lizzy took the used one, climbed onto my shoulders and smeared George's window with baby Darcy's green shit. Lizzy giggled and I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. It was childish, yes, but it made her feel better. Heck, it made me feel better.

Suddenly, George's light went on. Lizzy jumped down and we ran away with the proud owner of the poop that made George scream, "WHAT THE–"

We didn't hear the rest, but I'm sure you can all fill in the blank.

Lizzy was laughing merrily when we finally stopped to take a breath.

"That was so much fun," she said, her chest heaving. "Stupid, but fun."

I concurred with a chuckle.

We walked in direction to her house, talking happily about everything and nothing. It was lovely. She was lovely.

"I was wondering," I paused for her attention, "do you think infants actually crap green?" This question caused her to burst out with laughter. "I'm being serious," I said with a grin.

"I don't know," she said. "And I hope I won't find out any time soon."

"Don't you ever babysit?"

She snorted. "No one in their right mind would trust me alone with their child."

"Well, for what it's worth, I think you'll make a terrific mother."

"Aww, thank you. So will you."

"What?"

"Your sister told me about your dress up games. You'll be a wonderful mother."

"Firstly," I held up one finger, "I never actually dressed up, and secondly, when did you talk to my sister?"

"Earlier tonight," she stated simply, "I was going to ask when you'd come over but you were in the shower." She winked suggestively.

I was going to kill that sweet little pink angel.

...

EPOV

We stopped in front of my house. I turned to Darcy and, probably for the first time in my life, I had no idea what to say.

"Well... tonight was lovely," I managed to come up with. "Thanks for dinner, and the window crapping, though I'm starting to feel bad about it."

"Don't. He's a douchebag, as you say."

This amused me.

"So, which one of us will have the baby tomorrow?" He looked at me with a question mark written on his forehead. "Tomorrow is day seven." I had to hold myself back from saying 'duh'. "An uneven number. Should we split it? You take the first half of the day and I'll take the second half?"

He thought for a moment. "Or... we could spend the day together."

I raised an eyebrow. "That's an interesting suggestion. You don't have an underlying reason for it, do you?"

"What? Blah. No." He smirked.

We stood in front of each other, just staring for a moment. Then I came back to my senses and bid him goodnight.

"Don't forget to give Darcy a kiss," he said.

I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, that was lovely, but I was talking about the baby."

I grinned and went inside.

Yup, it's crap. I told you so. Leave me a review and tell me what to change?