My Dearest Mr. Darcy: An Amazing Journey Into Love Everlasting (59 page)

The Darcys were content with the Bingleys as chosen godparents. It truly had been an obvious choice and despite the formality demanded, neither had suspected a refusal. The choice for the third godparent transpired with far more circumspection and surprise. Georgiana was the easily agreed upon godmother, if their child had been a female. It is not that several other female family members and friends would not be wise choices, but the relationship between Darcy and his sister was simply too devoted to seriously contemplate naming another.

But the question of whom to name as the second male godfather had been a topic of debate for months. The Darcys had considered everyone, and with the wealth of upstanding, devoted male friends Darcy possessed, the answer was challenging because the choices were so numerous! A man of lesser character and meager religious convictions would not have struggled so, but this does not describe Darcy, so he agonized over the proper course.

Oddly, and to the surprise of them both, George's name gradually entered the mix and with each passing week the desire grew stronger. Initially Darcy was frankly stunned that he would even consider the option. Yes, he knew by this time that his uncle was strong of faith and not the moral reprobate he had assumed, but his capriciousness did not really qualify him for the post of godfather. However, this too seemed to be waning as his "holiday" was taking on a decidedly permanent air. Darcy, as typical, studied the idea from every angle. He approached the concept clinically and with logic, yet his heart continued to interfere.

Therefore, in a bold move not conventionally like Darcy, he decided to confront his vacillating uncle. It was long past time for honest communication and blunt ultimatums. Therefore, a few days after Alexander's birth and while a weary wife and son were sleeping, Darcy sought out his uncle, who was, not shockingly, reclining in the library.

In Darcy's chair. With long legs stretched onto a cushioned ottoman.

"Perhaps I should write to Mr. Chippendale and request he make an identical chair."

George glanced up at Darcy's grinning face. "Could you? This is by far the most comfortable chair I have ever sat in. Perfect for my frame."

"Precisely why I ordered it made to my dimensions six years ago. I was tired of being cramped into uncomfortable creations of hard wood and sharp edges." He sat in the opposite smaller albeit exquisite wing back Chippendale, folding his hands and closely examining the expression on George's face. "I am positive something could be arranged."

George smiled with genuine delight, moving his feet to clear space on the ottoman. "Take a load off, my boy. There is plenty of room."

"Thanks all the same, but I do not fancy assuming such a pose outside of the privacy of my chambers."

George laughed aloud, nearly snorting, and shook his head. "Oh William! You are such a treasure!"

"How fortuitous that you think so, and you have offered the perfect segue into what I came to speak to you about."

George lifted a brow. "Really! How serious you are, Mr. Darcy. Should I throw down a belt of whiskey to prepare myself?"

"If you believe it would bolster your fortitude, then by all means belt away. Just bring me one as well."

George laughed, rising and crossing to the small sidebar to pour them each a glass of fine Irish scotch. "So what has you seeking me out when you could be with your beautiful wife and adorable baby?"

"A topic that greatly concerns them, as a matter of fact. Thank you." He took a sip, waiting until George was settled before launching forth. With penetrating gaze fixed and tone sober, he began. "Uncle, you know that Elizabeth and I adore you. You and I have talked extensively about our kinship, so there is no need to reiterate our mutual accord. However, I think we have both shied away from verbalizing our feelings. My wife has encouraged me to tell you of the depth of my sentiments." He grimaced slightly then shrugged. "Women are far more effusive in vocalizing their emotions, but in this instance I suppose she is correct."

He crossed his legs and inhaled deeply, opening his mouth to commence, but was halted at George's chuckle.

"Let me spare you any emasculation, William. I love you and you love me. You have become the son I never had and I have to a degree arrogated the role James rightfully deserves. There, it is out in the open. Feel better now?"

Darcy smiled wryly. "Immeasurably. Elizabeth will be so pleased." He sipped his drink before continuing. "Very well then. All that being clarified, we have an important request to make of you. A requisite preface is forthcoming, though, so be warned. Apparently I can be long-winded at times, as a dear friend recently pointed out."

"I never have noticed," George murmured with a perfectly straight face.

Darcy ignored him. "Uncle, you are welcome to dwell at Pemberley for as long as you choose, for the rest of your life if that is your desire. I do hope you know that." George nodded, frowning slightly in confusion. "I have not asked your plans and we have tried not to sway you in any way as it is ultimately your decision. However, I need to tell you in the clearest words imaginable that the heartfelt wish of us all is that you would chose to reside here forever. Simply put, I do not want lose you. Forgive the cloying sentimentalism, but that is the truth."

George was momentarily speechless, swallowing and inhaling deeply to calm the abrupt rush of emotions. He nodded finally, voice soft when he spoke, "Thank you, William. You have no idea how I appreciate that, and since we are being forthright then let me say something." He leaned forward, bony elbows on his knees as he met Darcy's piercing gaze with an identical one. "I have purposely been evasive because... well, I guess I needed to hear you say what you just did. I have been gone for a very long time. When I left, my father was Master of Pemberley and I never questioned my reception if I chose to return. With James it was much the same, although I never considered the idea. I think I undertook this journey home with a latent desire to stay, but refused to acknowledge it because I had no clue what my greeting would be. So much had changed and the Pemberley that was my childhood home was no longer the ready refuge it had always been."

"But it is," Darcy declared firmly.

"Yes, I know that now." He sighed, sitting back into the soothing shelter of the enormous chair and smiling fondly at his nephew. "I love India and know it will forever be a part of who I am. But I have missed England and Derbyshire. I have missed family, my family. Jharna's death brought that world to an end for me and made me realize fully how adrift I was. I need to be here, William. I
want
to be here, so with your blessing I will accept your offer." He grinned, lightening the solemn mood as usual with a joke. "You can even banish me to the north wing or one of the servant's houses if I become annoying."

Darcy's lips twitched, but he shook his head and held a steady stare, intoning gravely, "I am afraid I cannot allow that, Uncle. After all, my son needs to have his namesake and, if you are so willing, his godfather near at hand."

George's mouth dropped open and eyes widened in amazement. Darcy laughed aloud, lifting his glass in salute. "To Alexander and his godfather. Lord help us all!"

Gradually Lizzy returned to her duties as her energy was restored, but always with Alexander either accompanying her or Mrs. Hanford aware of her location. Since she primarily worked from her desk in Darcy's study or their sitting room, she was easy to find. The Indian silks gifted by Dr. Darcy were perfectly utilized as slings to hold Alexander against his mother's chest while he slept, enabling Lizzy to carry him easily and have her hands free. She looked ridiculous, and would never appear in public so adorned, but for meandering about the manor it was ideal.

Mrs. Reynolds had all the Christmas plans in hand, Lizzy only required to assist minimally and proffer input. They discussed the packages for the tenant families, the staff and tenant feast, any additional gifts Lizzy wanted purchased, the menu, and a few other incidentals. There truly was very little for her to address, Lizzy abundantly thankful as she vastly preferred devoting all attention to her precious baby.

Physically she rejuvenated rapidly. The occasionally intense cramps, a result so George informed her, of her womb returning to a pre-pregnant condition lessened daily and were gone by the end of the second week. She did nap most every day with Alexander snuggled against her breast after nursing primarily because it was so wonderfully joyous to do so. Her weariness was essentially gone within days to be replaced by the vigor of youth. The tenderness to her bottom persisted for quite a while, as did the scant discharge from her feminine area, but that too receded. She adjusted to some of the changes in her body: the large and cumbersome breasts that leaked milk frequently, and the wider hips that required several chemises to be altered. More problematic, from an egotistical standpoint, was the extra flesh over her abdomen.

Eventually this would disappear, Lizzy as svelte as always, but since this was a future development, she lamented this alteration to her physique. Logically she knew that her expectations were presumptuous and apprehensions irrational. Her emotions were perhaps minutely a result of personal vanity, but primarily were for her husband. This too she rationally knew to be absurd as Darcy had proven time and again that his love and desire for her was not dependent on her shape. Nonetheless, her unease and embarrassment continued, Lizzy thankful that for now her moderately pendulous belly was hidden from view under a corset and gown.

"Enter," Darcy declared in response to the knock on his study door. The minor quantity of business that arose during the winter months had accumulated in a pile on his desk over the past week and a half, Darcy finally taking the precious time away from his wife and son to execute his duty as the Master of Pemberley. As important as the tedious issues were, he nevertheless was thrilled to see his wife and son cross the threshold.

"Forgive me, William, for disturbing you, but I have the final batch of announcements to post."

"I shall forgive you, beloved, if you kiss me and then hand me our son. Come to your father, my precious boy. There's my big strong lad. What are you and your beautiful mother up to? Hmm?"

Alexander was awake, bright blue eyes studying his father with an infantile hint of amusement. Darcy held him balanced on both broad hands, neck well supported as he made silly faces and conversed with the innate baby talk tonality that all parents seemed to possess. The baby squirmed and erratically swung his extremities, lips puckered, and stare riveted on his adoring father.

"Who loves you best? Your mama and papa do, yes, that's who! Give your father a kiss, milk lips. Ouch! Must you grab my hair each time?"

"Perhaps he is subtly enlightening you to the fact that you need your hair trimmed."

"Is your father a shaggy hound, wee one? Or is your grip just so strong you cannot prevent grasping anything in your reach? I think it the latter, yes I do, my sturdy little man, I do." Darcy buried his mouth and nose into Alexander's stubby neck, tickling and blowing as the amused newborn wiggled and burbled, nearly giggling.

Lizzy sat and watched her silly spouse play the child with Alexander, heart swelling with fresh rivers of joy. The infant's moments of wakefulness were minimal and seized upon wholeheartedly. Despite her familiarity with Darcy's humor and private frivolity, it still surprised her to observe how nonsensical he was with their firstborn. He would likely be mortified if a servant entered the room, or even many of their family and friends, but the delightful displays of merriment sprung from an inner fount of happiness that he could not contain. To say that marriage and now fatherhood had drastically affected the personality of the stoic Mr. Darcy would be a monumental understatement.

"I received a letter from Charlotte," she interrupted his jollities, Darcy lifting to meet her eyes with a wince as Alexander had a grip on his hair.

"You are smiling so it must be pleasant news." He untangled the tiny fingers from his locks, transferring Alexander into his arms for sedate stroking.

"She has safely delivered, over a month ago now."

"Why the delay in writing? All went well, I trust?"

Lizzy nodded. "Mr. Collins, if you believe it, is the father of twins! Two girls! Charlotte writes that the birth was long, two babies being utterly unsuspected." Lizzy shook her head, eyes mildly glazed. "I cannot fathom having to birth two. Poor Charlotte. Be that as it may, she says the recovery was swift. The eldest daughter weighed over seven pounds and was perfectly healthy. The second was barely five pounds and rather sickly, hence the delay in notifying friends. Apparently she was slow to grow and they all worried, but eventually she caught on to nursing and is improving. They feel she is out of danger. Listen to this: Lady Catherine insisted on employing a wet nurse to augment the increased demands of two babies! Paid for it herself! Your aunt can surprise me yet."