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It Only Stands to Reason Ch 48

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Thank you for your patience during my family emergency. It is still not entirely resolved, but I am trying to slowing move back to a part-time schedule.

I have updated the website, sitting in the hospital for nearly 4 weeks now. You can click over to it HERE.

I have inaugurated it with this new chapter ? I’d appreciate it if you’d visit over there and make sure you’re bookmarks ect point to the new site. If you have any issues with it, please let me know in the comments or in an email. I’ve tried to kick the tires pretty thoroughly, but chances are something still escaped. So I’d appreciate it if you let me know if anything seems squirrely.

Now to the wedding you’ve all been waiting for!

Chapter 48

A week later, on a morning that glittered and sang, Elizabeth and Lady Catherine stood side by side, admiring each other’s reflections in the mirror. Jane had just left them to ensure all was in readiness. Of course it would be; she and Georgiana had chosen and arranged all the flowers and ribbon bedecking the family chapel. Though she was not supposed to look, Elizabeth had taken a particularly early morning walk and peeked inside. Ordinarily pretty, the stone chapel had been transformed to something truly magical.

Mrs. Reynolds was already gone to Alston to assist Mrs. Hill with the final preparations for the wedding breakfast. Neither housekeeper would relinquish the honor to the other, so they agreed to do it together and host it on the lawn in front of Alston manor.

“You look lovely,” Elizabeth straightened a bit of lace on Lady Catherine’s pink sarsenet gown. “I am glad you decided to have a new dress made. It suits you so well and I know Papa likes the color on you very well.”

“Thank you my dear, but it was frivolous. This really is your day. You are the one who should shine. There was no need for you to share it with me.”

“There was every need! Next to Jane, there is no one else I would rather stand up with.”

Lady Catherine turned away from the mirror and wandered to the window. The early morning sun caressed her face and bathed her with a youthful glow. “I still do not feel entirely right about this—all this fuss over me. I am merely a widow—”

“Stop that. You are a lady, marrying a man who loves you most ardently—” Elizabeth gazed at her intently, “–something you have never done before.”

Lady Catherine blushed and fluttered her fan. “While I cannot deny that, the fact is that I was married before. Now, is there anything you have any questions about regarding married life?”

“I believe I am quite prepared to run Pemberley’s household. Lady Ellen made sure I was well versed in the management of servants—”

Lady Catherine swatted her shoulder with the fan.

Elizabeth yelped.

“You know very well that is not what I meant. You are rather adept at changing the topic of conversation.”

“As are you.”

The fan flickered. “Are you nervous about your new duties as mistress—”

“To Mr. Darcy?”

They both giggled.

“A little.” Heat crept up Elizabeth’s neck as she fought to suppress her smile. “And you, are you concerned about marrying a man as ardent as my father?”

“What would you know of that?”

“He and Lady Ellen were little more discrete than you and he.”

She gasped and her fan fluttered faster.

“Lady Ellen used to say that such physical affections were the glue that held a couple together during the difficult times that would surely come. She said it was the surest way to speak of love in a way a husband would understand.”

Lady Catherine fanned faster. “What a very singular philosophy.”

“If Papa’s happiness was any indication, I would say she was quite correct.”

“Indeed?”

“Yes. I hope that you will make him very happy as well.”

Lady Catherine’s face grew redder still. Poor woman.

“Perhaps you already have?” A twinge of guilt pinched Elizabeth’s side.

The fan snapped shut and slapped Elizabeth’s shoulder. “That is quite enough! I am a lady and have conducted myself as such.” her eyes narrowed. “Even as I trust you have.”

“Yes, madam. I have always been a lady, though admittedly a lady in love.” Elizabeth looked away.

“He deserves you my dear. He was a good husband to my Anne. He will be no less to you.”

“You know, I was the one who told Papa he should consider you.”

“So you set his cap for him! Cheeky girl.” She kissed Elizabeth’s cheek. “It is a good thing he listened to you—saved me a great deal of trouble.”

They both laughed.

A soft tap on the door and Jane peeked in. “Are you ready?”

“Indeed we are.” Elizabeth looped her arm in Lady Catherine’s and Jane’s.

The ladies proceeded down the staircase and through the garden, along the short path to the chapel.

Elizabeth smelled the roses before she saw them. The light breeze carried the scent from the chapel. She closed her eyes to relish the fragrance. Lady Ellen had always smelled of lavender. Lady Catherine would forever be linked with these roses. She peeked inside. Papa, in his finest suit, waited at the door.

How dashing he looked, even with his arm still tied up in a sling. His brass buttons and his eyes twinkled in the morning sun. She had not seen him so satisfied, so happy, since before Lady Ellen’s death. What could be better than sharing a day that would bring such joy to all?

“You are simply stunning my dear.” He kissed her cheek.

“You are quite smart yourself Papa.” She pressed her cheek to his. Piper must have sharpened his razor particularly carefully, so smooth was his cheek.

The vicar called them to order. Papa escorted her down the aisle to the front of the church. She stopped and turned. Lady Catherine, on Darcy’s arm, looked as nervous as any young bride might.

Darcy placed Lady Catherine’s arm in Papa’s and he placed Elizabeth’s arm in Darcy’s. Her heart pounded so loudly she nearly missed her cue.

“I will,” she stammered.

Darcy’s lips turned up at the corner. Vexing man, he would have laughed, no doubt, had the consequences not been so very serious. Then again, she would have giggled had the circumstances been reversed. She could not hold it against him.

He slipped the ring on her finger and it seemed only a moment later that he led her from the chapel to the waiting carriage, one of two waiting just beyond the chapel.

He handed her inside. “I think it a very good idea your father had—” he chuckled and slipped into the seat beside her—his first liberty as her husband.

“Which one? Having two carriages attend us or sending the boys away with Piper to your hunting cabin deep in the woods for the week?”

He slid his arm around her. “Both. While I am enchanted to have a few minute alone with you before we must meet our guests, I am relieved to have Piper in charge of all the boys. He is one of the few I feel entirely capable of managing their mischief.”

“Indeed he is. Although I expect Papa will insist he take a week to himself afterwards.”

“Well-earned that will be!”

“It does seem a little silly though to take a carriage just to the front lawn at Alston.”

“That it might be, if that is where we were going.”

“We are not going to the wedding breakfast?”

“I did not say that.” Delightful dimples appeared in his cheeks—and she would wake to those every morning now. What a satisfying thought.

“Then what are you saying?”

“Merely that I have a small detour in mind.”

“Mr. Darcy!”

“No, no, silly girl. That shall wait for just a little while longer. I have no intention of rushing through that for which I have waited so long.”

“Then what?”

“Have you no patience?”

“No, I have not.” She squirmed in the seat and leaned toward the window. “I am sure my father warned you of that. And most certainly not with overbearing vexing men who would seek to tease the good humor from me.”

*****

A funny little crease appeared between her brows, the way it always did when she teased. How he loved that expression. A thrill shot through his veins. “I would hardly venture to do such a thing” He leaned closer and cupped her silky cheek.

Her eyes glimmered with just the barest crease of worry at the corner. Of course, she would be nervous, but her courage always rose at the most ideal of moments. She licked her lips. Now she must be kissed.

He leaned in and touched his lips to hers. Though he had meant only warmth and a promise of what was yet to come, passion flamed unbidden as she melted under his touch.

“Mrs. Darcy,” he whispered, his voice a breathy growl. “You are fortunate that I am a man of great self-control and purpose lest Mrs. Hill’s wedding breakfast would go unseen by her guests of honor.”

“I know, my dear, I was only making certain I had not already lost your interest.”

“That shall never happen.” He dove for that spot just below her ear that made her squeal and shiver in that oh-so delightful way. Yes, just like that.

“You will leave me most unpreventable if you continue.” She slid her hand under his jacket, along the collar of his waistcoat and just beneath.

“You seem to be the one intent on disarranging me.” He laughed into the soft, fragrant skin of her neck.

She quivered against him. “Oh! Look!” She sat up straight and pointed. “Is that a folly?”

“Do you like it?”

A smallish cottage on the other side of the pond hid, tucked between rosebushes, half covered in flowering vines.

“It is exquisite.”

“My father built it for mother before I was born. It is not just a folly. It is small, but completely functional. I never knew of its existence until after she died. He showed it to me when I came of age and told me it was a private spot for him and mother alone.”

“You have maintained it.”

“The gardener’s wife cares for it. It is quite lovely inside or so she tells me.”

“You do not know?”

“I have never been inside.”

She turned to look at him, eyes wide.

Dear, dear woman, she understood. She always understood. Most required him to try and struggle through explanations, but dearest, loveliest Elizabeth understood what he did not have words to explain. “I had hoped you might wish to spend the next few days there with me.”

She squealed. Her face lit with little-girl joy. “I think it perfect.”

“Mrs. Reynolds will have meals delivered and the gardener’s wife will tend anything else we need, but beyond that, we will be entirely, completely and delightfully alone.” He touched his forehead to hers.

“I can think of nothing better.” She reached up and brushed his lips with a feathery kiss. “Perhaps we should go to breakfast now.”

“You are right. It would not do to start the rest of our lives by disappointing your father.”

“Certainly not! For this one day, I wish to have only pleasing memories.”

“I will do my best to make it so.”

Lady Catherine must have her share in the conversation, though so there will be an epilogue next week!


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Taking Three Weeks Off

I hate to do this with just a couple chapters remaining in It Only Stands to Reason, but I have a major family emergency that is requiring 18 hours a day attention and looks like it will for the next three weeks.  So I will have to take a break from everything to attend to my family.  I should be back after that though and hope to report a happily ever after for my situation as well as for my characters.

 

Thank you for your patience. Prayers and good thoughts are appreciated!

 

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It Only Stands to Reason Ch 47

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Chapter 47

The next morning the entire household slept far later than their customary hours. Piper brought the apothecary around, though he had little to suggest to improve upon the care both men had already received. He did admonish them to keep to their beds for the rest of the day, which, surprisingly, both did without complaint. Only on the third day after the flood did the household began to return to some semblance of normalcy, though the boys, under the governesses’ watchful eyes, seemed to maintain themselves more quietly than usual. No one knew whether it was their fathers’ admonitions, the governesses’ stricter attention, or the presence of additional playmates that kept them pacified, but it mattered little. Pemberley was peaceful and none could desire more.

On the third morning, a quiet funeral was held for Wickham. All the men and boys attended. After a somber breakfast, Darcy and Bennet sat on either side of Darcy’s neat desk, a stack of paper between them. A small fire crackled in the fireplace, driving out the nip of the morning air and filling the room with amicable warmth. Darcy settled into the comfortably worn spots of his chair. Perhaps now, finally, their lives could proceed on course.

“You must introduce me to this Locke fellow.” Bennet tapped the paper before him with a flourish. “Ever since my solicitor died, I have been trying to find a practice I could stay with for the long haul. The man in Lambton is good enough I suppose, but your man far exceeds him.”

“Locke is excellent at what he does, but he is a …peculiar man.” Darcy chuckled.

“Peculiar is fine with me, if he can draw up clear and straight-forward documents such as these. After what my brother—”

“I had these written with that in mind. You do not have to fear. Elizabeth and her children will always be cared for properly. Her sons will not be slighted in any way for being younger.”

“I can see that, though I confess, I had not expected quite so well. Few men have so much to give their children.”

“Elizabeth’s dowry is very generous and is in no small part helpful.”

“But then, so is Anne’s inheritance. Are you not concerned by setting so much of that aside for other than her sons?”

“No. There will still be years before it is unencumbered by debt. I do not expect the properties to be untruly unfettered until a child younger than David is ready to take over their management.”

Bennet glared at him with narrowed eyes. Darcy squirmed. His father used to give him the same stare. He looked away.

“Those are pretty words, but they do not ring with the degree of truth I expect from you. You believe that Anne would approve?”

“I do. If you doubt me, ask Lady Catherine. She would approve.”

“Do you miss her?”

Darcy harrumphed and glowered, but Bennet’s expression held no animosity, chronicles of loss etched deep into the weathered lines of the seaman’s face. Darcy’s anger faded. “I do at times. She was a dear friend. And you? Do you still think of Fanny and Lady Ellen?”

“I always will.” Bennet rubbed his chin. “I was happy in my marriages and have grieved their loss thoroughly. That I loved them takes nothing from Cathy, nor will it. She would have liked them and they her.” He chuckled. “They made me a better man and she will benefit from it.”

Darcy grunted and tapped the papers in front of him. “Your settlement on her is most generous.”

“You expected something else from me?”

“No, not at all, but this exceeds the bounds of generosity I expected.”

Bennet leaned back and crossed his legs. “I do not expect any more children—though we might be surprised, I think not. I must make up for the two I will inflict upon her.”

“She has plenty of practice with mine.”

“As grandmother, not mother. It is different.”

“But she has a good start. Philip quite adores her.”

“That he does. The boy is a bit of a mystery to me.” Bennet scratched behind his left ear. “But he is quite taken by you. I am grateful that he has you nearby.”

“He is a good friend to David and he needs that in the presence of his rather energetic brother. I am pleased that Aunt Catherine’s settlement from Sir Lewis contains an estate you may bestow upon him. He will be an excellent master when his time comes.”

“That came as a surprise, I confess. I believed you when you said she had nothing.”

“It is a far less dangerous thing to underestimate a lady’s fortune to a suitor than to overestimate. Has she seen the settlement?”

“Seen and signed it.” He leafed through the pages and tapped the signatures. “She insisted you sign and approve it too.”

“More for the sake of our resolution than anything else I assume.” Darcy chuckled. “She cannot quite rest on my assurances.”

“Do not doubt Elizabeth is similarly anxious.” Bennet leaned back as Darcy signed the document and pushed it to the side. “What do you think of the property Fitzwilliam speaks of? Do you know it?”

“I do. It is not the property I recommended.”

“Will it suffice?”

“I believe so.”

“Then perhaps it is a good thing that he is making a decision for himself.”

Darcy laughed loudly. “I had not considered that. Perhaps you are right. Your daughter has already improved him.”

“A week then?” Bennet asked.

“With the settlements prepared, I see no need to wait—unless you believe it would please Elizabeth. She did not seem intent upon waiting for wedding clothes to be purchased.”

“I think her content. If anything, she is motivated to act whilst we are at peace with one another.”

Bennet laughed. “It will be good to see her well settled—”

“And such an easy distance from Alston.” Darcy lifted an eyebrow.

“I cannot deny there is a certain appeal in that.”

“Are you prepared for your home to have a new mistress?”

“Getting Ellen settled in was a challenge, I admit. She trained Jane and Elizabeth, so we still do things her way. I expect Cathy and I may have a few heated conversations as we learn to accommodate one another.”

“That is putting it mildly. Her temper is a fitting match for yours.”

“I would respect her less if it did not. Besides, a certain degree of high spirits in a woman bodes well for—marital felicity.”

Darcy rolled his eyes and squirmed in his seat. Bennet was the only man in his acquaintance that ever made him do that. Twice in one conversation was entirely too much.

“Do not give me that. You are a man, no matter how proper you attempt to appear to me. Or have you forgotten, I have already seen your unguarded moments with her?”

Darcy dragged his hand down his face.

“Yes, I am rather enjoying watching you writhe.” Bennet smirked. “All kidding aside, after your ‘amiable’ marriage, it is a relief to see you have a bit of passion left in you.”

“Sir!”

“I would not have my daughter consigned to mere amicability. She is her mother’s daughter. Fanny was quite—high spirited.”

Darcy sprang to his feet and stalked to the window. “This is not a conversation I wish have now—or ever.”

“I imagine not. Though it matters little to me.”

Darcy groaned.

“There is no greater comfort to a man than the arms of his wife—but few experience that because they are inconsiderate, selfish petty louts in the bed chamber and out. Treat my daughter well—in every room of the house and she will delight you, body and soul for all the days you shall have on this hearth.”

“And if I do not, you and Piper will hunt me down and make me wish I had never been born.”

“That captures it rather effectively.”

“That will not be necessary.”

“See that it is so.”

“I would say the same to you sir.” He stomped to Bennet and towered over him. “My aunt has suffered a lifetime of unhappiness already. I shall not sit by and allow you to add to it. Fitzwilliam and I, and, I dare say, Piper too will see to it you are only a source of happiness to her.”

Bennet slapped Darcy’s shoulder a mite too firmly. “Well spoken. I will see to my end of the bargain.”

“Shall we go tell them all has been settled?”

“I imagine they are pacing the hall waiting for raised voices.” Bennet snorted and led the way to the door.

The hall was empty. How odd. They shrugged at each other and began their search. Perhaps their ladies trusted them more than they had anticipated. After some time, they heard voices coming from the housekeeper’s room.

Darcy peeked in. Mrs. Reynolds leaned over a book, writing furiously while Lady Catherine and Jane ticked off points on their fingers. Elizabeth caught his gaze.

“Excuse me.” She rose and hurried to him, kissing her father’s cheek on the way past.

Bennet winked and she smiled.

Darcy offered his arm and guided her outside into the garden. Bright sun welcomed them while the shade of the garden path embraced them.

“Should you not be resting?” She leaned her head on his shoulder.

He breathed in deeply. Honeysuckle, or was it orange blossom? Whichever it was, it was intoxicating. “This is resting.”

“Your meeting with Papa?”

“Went well and easily—no disputes in any matters of the settlement. You would think us the best of friends had you been there.”

She stopped and looked up at him, hands on her hips. “No disputes on business matters…but he wished to discuss other matters less comfortable to you.”

His face heated. She was as bad as he. “There are some matters one does not discuss—”

“With one’s father-in-law?”

“With anyone.”

“Anyone?”

He pulled her close. “Well, perhaps one might—with one’s wife.”

“Might one?” She ran her tongue across her lips. She knew well how that particular expression invited him.

“He might.”

She tipped up her face with a look that dared him to kiss her. Oh the temping little minx!

“One week, if that is agreeable.”

“For what?” She blinked a might more rapidly than the bright sun would excuse.

“A wedding.”

She cocked her head and twisted out of his arms. “That is very soon you know.”

“What? I thought you said—”

“Well yes, but I underestimated how much there was to be done and how long wedding clothes—”

“Clothes? You told me they were of no matter to you, and that they could be ordered later.”

“I did. But perhaps I was wrong.”

“Gah!” He threw up his hands.

She laughed, that merry bell-like sound that made his heart beat in time with its music. He stepped toward her but she ran down the path and into the woods.

He dashed after her, dodging stray branches that slapped at his shoulders and face. There she was, in a small clearing, holding her ground with a stout stick, held like a sword. A similar stick lay close to his feet, a bit too conveniently, but who was he to question his fortune? He scooped it up and cried. “En garde!”

She parried his first thrust and danced out of range. Her makeshift sword appeared at his side so fast he barely dodged its advance.

“What kind of swordsman are you sir?” She ducked behind a tree.

He leapt over a fallen log. “One much better practiced with actual steel than this bit of oak.”

Thwack—crack—smack their ‘blades’ crossed.

“Your swordsmanship is quite accomplished, m’lady.” He spun away from a blow aimed at his shoulder.

“And yours is improving.” She jumped back. Her foot snagged on a rock and she fell back. “Oh!”

Darcy ran to her only to find her sword pressed up and into his chest.

“And this is how you would treat your rescuer?” He threw his stick aside and took hers.

She propped herself on her elbows and he knelt beside her. He pulled her toward him with one arm.

“Careful!” She tumbled over and landed on top of him. She tried to pull away, but his hands at her waist held fast. “This is most improper. sir!”

“I know and it is entirely delightful.” Perhaps a bit too delightful. He could not disguise his ardor in such intimate quarters.

Her eyes grew very wide. “So it would seem.”

“Are you frightened?” He cupped her cheek in his palm and held her so she could not dodge his gaze.

She swallowed and bit her lower lip. “My courage only rises with any attempt to intimidate me.”

“Indeed.” He pulled her down to kiss her. “You must be prepared to be ‘intimidated’ quite regularly.” Her ardent response to his kiss reassured him that she believed what she said wholly and completely.

“So it would seem.” She cuddled into him and laid her head on his chest.

“You planned this, did you not?”

“Yes.”

She shifted against him just so. Five years of self-control were little protection against such temptation. One week suddenly seemed like a very long time to wait.

“You seemed so put out that Fitzwilliam and I had—”

He rolled them over and hovered on his elbows barely above her. “You will never do that with him again.” He growled a deep rumble that vibrated his chest against hers. “This will be my privilege alone.”

“Yes, my liege.”

“Say that again. I like it.” He pressed into her, just so.

She gasped. “Yes—”

He growled softly and kissed the spot in her neck that made her squirm which she did most delightfully. Oh yes, she was pleased—and pleasing. “In a week, we will return here and play this out to its rightful conclusion.”

“I will consider that a promise, my liege.” She batted her eyes at him.

“I will remind you you said that.”


Chapter 48 coming soon


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