A/N – Final chapter. I'm sorry if people are disappointed, but I love this scene too much.
Pemberley was beautiful, especially at night lit with dozens of candles.
I was euphoric. I was married to the man I love, to spend the rest of my life with him. My sisters were happy, my family was happy, my new family was happy as well.
Georgiana could not have been happier when we told her. I was terribly fond of her, and she was such an eager young thing. We would often play piano together when Darcy was gone and I was not with him.
And I got to spend nights like these with my darling husband.
We sat together on the stone terrace, looking out at the lake. Hair loose, both of us in loose, casual clothing, it was very intimate. My heart felt as if it would burst from my happiness as being with him, of being so close to the man I love.
"How are you this evening, my dear?" He asked me warmly as we sat outside.
"Very well" I sighed in contentment. "Only I wish you would not call me 'my dear'" I added playfully.
"Why?" he asked indignantly.
"Because it is what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about something" I explained with a laugh.
"What endearments am I allowed?" asked, equally playfully.
"Well… Victoria, for everyday. My Jewel, for Sundays. And My Precious Wife, but only on special occasions" I teased.
"And what shall I call you when I'm cross?" he wondered. "Mrs. Darcy?"
"No!" I negated immediately. "You may only call me Mrs. Darcy when you are completely and perfectly, and incandescently happy" I decided.
"And how are you this evening, Mrs. Darcy?" my heart fluttered at the endearment.
His hand stroked my cheek as he kissed my forehead.
A kiss to my cheek.
And with that whisper, no more words were said, but it was safe to assume we were completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy.
And so we remained, through thick and thin, for better or for worse, in sickness and in heath, for as long as we both lived.