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It is my pleasure to have you drop by anytime and ohh, the goodies look delicious! Thank you so much for bringing them. What an adorable teapot! I will be very happy for you to sort the pastries for us while I rinse the teapot and get the tea on. Then I would absolutely be delighted for you to read your story aloud. What fun!
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FORGOTTEN!
Darcy was uncertain what it was
that woke him from a sound slumber. His mind was filled with impressions as he
opened his eyes. It was the master’s bed chamber at Pemberley. The sun had
risen. And, there was a woman snuggled next to him. A woman!
He pulled his head back to see
who had infiltrated his private sanctuary and found dark curls that his left
hand had somehow entangled themselves in. His right arm was positioned
underneath the woman’s head and his hand was… well, his hand was where it ought
not to be. His body stiffened in panic; his movement waking the woman. What should he do now?
“William?” the woman muttered.
He knew that voice. He was sharing his bed with Miss Elizabeth
Bennet! His mind raced as it
screamed for answers. How had she gotten from Hunsford to Pemberley? She had,
only the night before, refused his offer of marriage. Why is she now here? How
is she here now?
He could feel panic rising in
his chest and it threatened to squeeze the breath out of him.
Elizabeth must have sensed his
discomfort because she turned in his arms and faced him.
“Fitzwilliam, are you well?” She
reached her hand up and soothed his brow. “My love, how can I help you?” She
had never seen her husband in this condition. All that life had thrown at him
since their marriage, he had handled with ease. Yesterday’s accident resulting
in a small bump to his head surely had not caused him this amount of distress.
The doctor had said that there might be some memory loss, but it would most
likely be a quick recovery.
“We are married?”
“Yes, dear, we are. We have been
married these nine years.”
“You share my bed?”
“Every night of those nine
years, William.”
“Have we children?”
“We have two sons. Richard is
seven years and Henry is five.”
“I named my heir after my
cousin?” He was incredulous; even more so than waking to find he had married
Elizabeth Bennet.
“You did, William.”
“Why?” Darcy was completely
confused. Certainly, he had deep regard for his cousin, Colonel Richard
Fitzwilliam. However it was the custom of the Darcy’s to name the first born
after the family name of the mother of the child. His firstborn should have
been named Bennet Darcy.
Darcy was unaware that his hand
continued to stroke his wife’s hair. Apparently his body remembered what his
mind had forgotten.
Lizzy chuckled. “My love, I have
never been told all of the details of your agreement with the colonel, but he
is Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam no more and our son is named for him. Richard
retired his commission and is married to a lovely woman with a strong hand that
only just prevented their first son from becoming Fitzwilliam George Fitzwilliam.”
Darcy shook his head, completely
perplexed by the events of the morning.
“You have several times called
me “my love”. You love me?”
“More than my life, dear man.”
“And, we have two sons?”
“Yes, the same two boys as when
you asked me but a moment ago.”
“And, what of Georgiana?” His
mind easily pictured the shy, reticent fifteen-year-old whose heart was crushed
after Wickham tried to elope with her. He
wondered if she ever recovered.
“She is here at Pemberley and is
an excellent aunt to our sons.”
His mind added the years of his
marriage to the last he remembered of his sister. When he realized she had long
passed her majority, he wondered that she was still in residence in his home.
“She is not married?”
“No, she is not yet married.
Though, your frantic ride on that ridiculous stallion after her heart’s desire
asked you for her hand yesterday might have resulted in your fall.”
“I fell of a horse? Impossible!”
He reached up and soon found the lump on the back of his head; evidence that he
might be wrong.
Elizabeth did not answer, but
her right brow lifted. Darcy imagined it was a look that was often required for
their boys.
“I fail to understand this,
Elizabeth.” He thought for a moment. “I… I am pleased that we are wed and we
have been blessed with children. I am also content that Georgiana has found
someone to love and that she does not still suffer over Wickham. Why, though,
would I not be pleased over her choice of a husband?”
“Because, my husband, it was
George Wickham who asked for her hand in marriage.”
Two things happened at once.
Darcy sat straight up in the bed while exclaiming, “WHAT!”, and he felt the
immediate impact of the blow he had sustained during his ride the day before.
He quickly laid back down. His mind was in turmoil. As the moments passed,
vestiges of memory returned and started piecing themselves together.
George Wickham running off with
Miss Lydia Bennet.
Hunting them down and forcing
them to wed.
Returning to Longbourn to ask
for Elizabeth’s hand.
Their wedding day.
The birth of their sons.
The purchase of that infernal
colt.
Receiving the express from
Longbourn that Lydia had run off with another officer and the two had perished
in a coaching accident not far from Newcastle.
Wickham returned from battle,
scarred and weary.
George Wickham courting
Georgiana.
Yesterday.
“How could she, Elizabeth? How
could a woman as sensible as Georgiana accept a man like him?
Elizabeth smiled at the
expression on Darcy’s face. She clearly remembered the day George Wickham
presented himself at Pemberley. Six years of marriage to Lydia Bennet and
serving under the firm hands of superior officers had wrought a change in the
man that was extraordinary. He was everything a gentleman should be and had
spent the past few years proving it to himself and to others. It had taken
those years to change Darcy’s attitude towards him. Eventually, he had been
pleased to welcome back the friend from his youth. However, to welcome him as
husband to Georgiana? That had been altogether different.
“She loves him, Will.”
“Truly?”
“She does.”
He sighed. “Then there is
nothing left but to give her permission, is there?”
“No, my dear, there is nothing
left. It is a testimony to her love and his respect of you that your approval
was asked. She is plenty old enough to make her own choice and act on it.” She
wrapped her arms around her husband and held him tight.
“Then I shall say yes.” It was
quietly muttered. He felt Elizabeth’s smile on his neck, then he felt her quick
kiss.
“You are a good man, Fitzwilliam
Darcy.”
“I try to be.”
“Then, tell me about the bet you
made with Richard.”
Yes, he lived his life each day
trying to be the man his father wanted him to become. However, as memories came
rushing in, he chuckled at the memory of why he had a son named Richard. It was
a story worth telling, but one he would never share.
“And, what have you found such
delight in, my husband?”
“Only you, my beloved. Only
you.”
The End
My question to you, Janet, is
what sort of wager between Darcy and Richard Fitzwilliam would have resulted in
having their firstborn named for each other. Do you suspect it may have to do
with the recalcitrant colt? It has been exactly 14 ½ months since I wrote this
and I still cannot figure it out. Do you believe you or your friends might be
able to assist me? I’m sure they know both Darcy and the colonel as well as I
do.
BTW, I’m coming bearing gifts
for a few who offer comments below within the next few days. The giveaway is
INTERNATIONAL. Stunning gifts I would love to have myself. There are two
autographed print copies of The Abominable Mr. Darcy, two eBook copies of the
same book, and one copy of Colours of Jane Austen, the most extraordinary
coloring book I have ever seen that is only available from Indigo in Canada.
Along with Colours will be a box of 72 colored pencils. It is so lovely that
even the inside dust jackets have pictures to decorate. Swoon!!!
Oh, dear. Janet, I believe I am needed back in Hertfordshire. Mr. Darcy has gone and gotten himself in a bit of trouble with the locals and Miss Elizabeth Bennet is after his head. I’d best see if I can restore peace. Goodbye!
Oh, dear. Janet, I believe I am needed back in Hertfordshire. Mr. Darcy has gone and gotten himself in a bit of trouble with the locals and Miss Elizabeth Bennet is after his head. I’d best see if I can restore peace. Goodbye!
Joy, you must hurry along to Hertfordshire. I do hope you can sort things out for Mr. Darcy. That man! He does have his troubles, doesn't he? Bless his heart, they are usually of his own making, too. And Miss Elizabeth...goodness, I do wish she would not go after that handsome head of is. Please, please, restore the peace.
Thank you J. Dawn King for stopping by and visiting today. The pleasure has been all mine and you are welcome to pop in anytime. Do consider bringing more of that delicious tea and those scrumptious pastries when you do too! :)
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Now Dear Readers, it is time for you to have your treat! Ms. King has a special surprise for one lucky person as she has already mentioned. Just take a look above at these lovely things in the giveaway. There are five giveaways...two autographed print copies of The Abominable Mr. Darcy, two Ebook copies of it and one copy of a lovely Colours of Jane Austen colouring book with 72 colored pencils. I know I am just repeating what J. Dawn King already told you but, my goodness, don't you think such a generous giveaway is worth repeating? As you see, I definitely do. Thank you, Ms. King, for your generosity. I must tell you, I do love the cover of your book, The Abominable Mr. Darcy! :)
Tell us what you think may have been the wager between Darcy and Fitzwilliam. I must say, I am a bit stumped. I must continue to think on this one! As always, somewhere in your comment, please leave me your contact info so that you may be entered to win. If I cannot reach you, sadly, you cannot win. The giveaway will end at 11:59 PM on the 18th of July, 2016. Good luck to all!













