“I am quite busy, Mrs. Darcy.” His voice held a sense of frustration.

Elizabeth folded her arms across her chest and gave him a look of like interception. “First, I know my spontaneity drives your need to control your universe crazy, Fitzwilliam, but you did express a desire to get to know me better. I wish to show you some of the things I value in our life together. Please come with me; the curricle awaits.”

Darcy leaned back in the chair to examine this woman who was his wife. A smile betrayed his amusement when he looked at her.“You said first. Am I to assume you have more than one demand of me today?”

A laugh escaped her lips. “Second, you promised to call me Elizabeth.”

“So I did, Elizabeth,” he emphasized the last word. “Is this really necessary?” Darcy leaned forward and looked at the papers on his desk. “I have many things to address here.” He picked up a stack of papers to highlight his point.

Elizabeth splayed her fingers and leaned down on his desk. “Fitzwilliam, our life together—the one in which we raise our child—should supersede any of these issues.” She gestured to the papers. “These will wait for a few hours; people’s feelings cannot be placed on hold.What is it to be, my Husband?”

Darcy knew she tossed down the gauntlet. Elizabeth asked him what he valued most: the estate or their marriage. Darcy’s natural instinct told him to choose the estate; it was an area within his control—his wife was a different story. In the short time since his return to Pemberley, Darcy’s emotional bond to Elizabeth Bennet Darcy ran the gamut of highs and lows. A smile began to creep into the corners of his mouth. He enjoyed how Elizabeth refused to back down when she believed strongly in something—how her eyes locked in on his and told him stories he never heard. “I will get my beaver and coat,” he said at last.

A like smile erupted from Elizabeth as she said, “Thank you, Fitzwilliam.” She rushed from the room before he could change his mind.

“I am well, Mrs.—I mean, Elizabeth.”

“Good.” She adjusted a blanket across her own lap.“I would not wish you to return to the troubles which beset you of late.” Turning her head to take in his profile, Elizabeth laced her arm through Darcy’s as he picked up the reins. As he flicked them across the horse’s hindquarters, she called, “Hero, come.” The English Springer spaniel leapt into the vehicle and curled up immediately at Elizabeth’s feet.

“The dog gives you great pleasure?” Darcy said with some finality.

“The man who gave it to me because he knew I never had a pet of my own gives me great pleasure.” Again, Elizabeth’s closeness sent a shiver through him.“Are you chilled, my Love?”

Her concern for him seemed genuine. “I am fine. I just did not expect such frankness.”They sat looking deeply into each other’s eyes.

“I would prefer if we could be truthful.We do not have time to play games.We are married and must establish a life together at Pemberley; yet, we must do so under absurd conditions. Many of the assumptions we previously put aside may resurface. We both once misconstrued the essence of each other; we have not the time to hide our feelings.We may not like many of our encounters, but we have no real choice, in my estimation.”

“You are a very astute woman, Elizabeth.” Darcy forced himself to look away, having become lost in her eyes.“Where would be our destination for the day?” He tried to sound casual.

“I have something I want to show you, which I hope will please you.” Elizabeth snuggled in closer to him to feel his warmth. “I want to return to the glade behind the stream where we talked the other day.”

“We return to the scene of the crime?”

Elizabeth dropped her eyes.“I am sorry we argued; I should guard my tone.”

“But not your sentiments?”

“You know me. . . .” She stopped, and a nervous laugh escaped. “That is just it; you do not know me, do you? I have a tendency to speak before thinking. I would not say my objections changed, but I would change my approach. I should use a feather but instead use a hammer.” Darcy chuckled with her metaphor. “Our disagreements are part of the legend of our courtship.”

“I assume you refer to my first proposal?” Darcy’s statement came out as a question.

“Ah, our infamous time at Hunsford. Do you remember that day?”

“My sister tells me I insulted you?” Again, the question returned.

“You were very fluent on your trials in overcoming my family connections. I took offense because you separated my dearest Jane and Mr. Bingley.Toss in the lies Mr.Wickham fed me, and we were nearly in a state of fisticuffs.”

Darcy stopped the curricle.“You jest?”

“We agreed to be frank,” she answered quickly. “I certainly considered striking you for a few brief seconds. I kept your letter where you defended yourself against my misplaced accusations. You are welcome to read it if it will help you recover some of that time.”

“I will believe you for now.”Then he flicked the reins again to see where the day would lead.

“It pleases me you are trying to make my transition easier.” Darcy found he once again became lost in her eyes. He held Elizabeth there next to him, unable to move. Darcy wanted to kiss her, to take his rights as her husband, but a part of his brain demanded he wait. No doubt Elizabeth would not refuse him; her eyes told him as much, but it was indubitable for him to do so without some affection for the woman. He could feel the tension between them growing so he did the gentlemanly thing: He took her hand and kissed the back of it lightly before hooking her arm in his.

“Is our destination close by?” he asked to try to distract his thoughts from kissing Elizabeth’s lips and from caressing her body.

“Very close.” She motioned toward the tree line. Elizabeth led him to a small glade behind the tree line created by the natural bed of the stream leading to the lake. “I hoped to find something more hidden, but when I saw this glade from the uppermost windows of Pemberley, I knew it was the one.”

“The one?”

Elizabeth pushed back the low branches and stepped into the open. Darcy followed but stopped short. “Elizabeth,” he gasped,“when—how?”

Before him stood a field of wildflowers. Many fledglings in their growth—but all of them with heads turned toward the sun. Darcy took a few steps forward, looking about him in disbelief. “The clearing—your mother’s favorite at Hunsford—you honored me when you shared it. After your first proposal and the letter, I wanted to bring something of you home with me.” Elizabeth’s voice was soft and inviting. “I thought I would never see you again; you left Rosings before I did. I returned to your mother’s clearing and cut many of the flowers. I dried some for a sachet, but for many of them I took them for the seeds. I planned to plant them in the fall at Longbourn, but then you returned to me so I brought them here.

“In November and December, I came here often, bringing the seeds with me. I scattered some every time there came a snow or a rain. I even elicited Mr. Howard’s help. Some of the tenants helped plant the seeds; some even furnished seeds.With your disappearance, the field became a place of solace—a place where part of you could be here with me at Pemberley.” Elizabeth tried to search Darcy’s face to judge his reaction to what she told him. “I have a hedgerow of yellow rosebushes on the back side of the field because you gave me yellow roses when we married. It has a long way to go, but do you not think it to be beautiful?” Elizabeth waited impatiently, trying to steel her nerves.“Please say something, Fitzwilliam.”

Darcy closed his eyes and drank in the emotions coursing through him. For a brief, fleeting moment he saw Elizabeth turning round and round in a field of wildflowers. Her rich, mellow eyes sparkled and filled Darcy with happiness. He loved Elizabeth. The realization of admitting his feelings flashed through his being; no more would he say he loved her eyes or loved how she spoke her mind; no longer would he think of his feelings being only a strong attraction; he loved Elizabeth. The memory clearly played across his mind. Darcy turned back to her; tears misted his eyes. He had trouble separating the memory of that moment from the real woman currently standing in front of him. He took Elizabeth in his arms. “You did all this for me?” He seemed surprised by the depth of her devotion to him.

“We could not return to Rosings with Lady Catherine’s objections so I thought I would bring Rosings to us—to you. It is one of my favorite memories of our time there. Georgiana helped, too.” She rushed through the words, afraid to let him respond. “She was always jealous you shared your mother’s clearing with me. Now we can enjoy it together. Would it please your mother?” Elizabeth asked innocently.

Darcy pulled Elizabeth’s head to his chest as he looked around at the early-blooming flowers. “It is a great gift you give me and Pemberley,” he whispered in her ear. “It would astound my mother you would think of this.You say we can see the field from Pemberley?”

“From the baby’s nursery it is quite obvious. I thought it would be a good story to share with our children.” She wondered how Darcy would react to her reference to children, indicating she wanted a future with him. All he did, however, was stroke her head and kiss her forehead. They stood as such, her hands caressing the muscles of his back within his waistcoat and Darcy holding her tightly to him.

“Elizabeth,” he began at last, “I need more time; I am not ready for all this.” His words held the sorrow he knew she would feel when he released her.

Darcy heard her swallow hard, but when she raised her face to look at him, other than the tears welling in her eyes, no one would know Elizabeth felt anything besides joy. “Like the clearing, it is a beginning, my Husband. I will wait for your love to grow.”

Darcy could understand how he aligned himself with Elizabeth Bennet. She possessed a fortitude he did not know could be found in a woman, especially one so petite and lively. “The air is cool today; let me get you back to the curricle before you become chilled.” He coaxed her to walk with him.

Once Darcy placed Elizabeth in the curricle, he tended to her needs, giving her his blanket also.Again, he resisted his urge to kiss her, sure if he did, he would not want to stop until he possessed her.The woman of his dreams and the woman in the curricle could not be one and the same; he would not allow it to be so.“Where to now, Elizabeth?”

“I need to call on Mrs. Fleming if you do not mind, Sir.” Elizabeth reached to secure the basket she planned to give the woman. “Her gout has her unable to get about this past week. I just wish to check on her, and then we may return to Pemberley.”

“How many of the tenants do you know, Elizabeth?”

“Georgiana and I called on them all at least once; some are more readily accessible because of the roads. When we could not get through in a carriage, we sent some of the staff on horseback with supplies. Our efforts began during the Festive Season. We sectioned off the estate to better manage our time.” Elizabeth seemed all businesslike when discussing the estate’s cottagers.

“I appreciate your helping Georgiana to assume such duties.”

“She has a very generous nature; when your sister marries, her husband will have to guard against her giving away everything he owns.” Elizabeth laughed at the image of Georgiana handing over tapestries to the poor.

By now they were at the Fleming cottage, and Darcy again helped Elizabeth from the curricle. He carried the basket of supplies. When she knocked on the door, he heard cries of “Mrs. Darcy be here” as several children scrambled to answer the door. Having Darcy with her silenced the rabble, but as she stepped through the open door, Darcy noted how Elizabeth reached out to touch their heads or their faces and how she called each by name.

“Mrs. Fleming,” she said softly as she advanced toward the bed, “I hope you are feeling better.” Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed without being asked. Darcy surreptitiously looked around the cottage; it was cleaner than most in which he had been. He placed the basket on the table.

“Mrs. Darcy, ye be honoring us by comin’ to us today,” Mrs. Fleming gushed, “and ye brought the Master with ye. How blessed we be in yur doin’ so.”The woman beamed at being so recognized.

“We brought some food for you and your grandchildren,” Elizabeth gestured to the basket.“Is your son in the fields?”

“He be so, Mrs. Darcy. Me son works hard to raise the children and to take care of his old mum.”

“You must be very proud of him.We will not keep you. I was concerned with your health.” Elizabeth stood to take her leave.

Mrs. Fleming caught her hand. “The Master—he be takin’ ye to Tissington for the well dressin’ this year?”

“Mr. Darcy and I have not discussed it, Mrs. Fleming.” Elizabeth shot a glance at Darcy. “We have several commitments including the marriage of Mr. Darcy’s cousins to which we must attend.” Elizabeth knew Darcy would not be comfortable at such a pagan gathering.

“Ye be lookin’ like the maids in the fields last year. I be sayin’ so me self at the Festive Season gatherin’.”

“I thank you, Mrs. Fleming,” Elizabeth smiled. “Mr. Darcy and I will do our best. Please take care of yourself. There are treats for the children for after dinner.”

“Mr. Darcy, yur wife be a special one,” Mrs. Fleming called out to him.

“So I have noted, Mrs. Fleming.” Darcy extended his hand to Elizabeth. She slipped her arm through his and returned to the curricle.

“Tissington well dressing?” he asked once they were on their way again.

“Hannah told me about last year’s mosaic when I was here last August. At the tenant celebration, Georgiana and I dressed as the two women in the mosaic dressed.Your sister wore the rich brown earth tones while I dressed in the green found in Derbyshire’s rolling hills. I wanted to create a mood to assure the tenants Pemberley—the land—would always be there for them. Mrs. Fleming made the connection and told the others. Pretty soon Georgiana and I were part of the legend.” Elizabeth shifted, uneasy about how Darcy would react to such out-and-out manipulation on her part.

However, as he did that December afternoon, Darcy found the retelling amusing. A temporary sensation of Elizabeth interacting with his tenants in one of the public rooms at Pemberley overcame his senses. He heard Mr. Howard’s voice. “These people are not sophisticated, Mr. Darcy; they live their hard lives based on their beliefs and their traditions. Old Mrs. Fleming over there swears the mosaic art at the Tissington well dressing this summer was your wife and your sister.” As he did that day in December, almost as if he relived the moment in his memory, he turned to Elizabeth and asked,“And from where, may I ask, did you learn such devious manipulations, Mrs. Darcy?” His smile portrayed an unspoken interest.

“Should I respond as I did before?” Elizabeth searched Darcy’s countenance for how far to push the memory.

“Please do,” Darcy said softly. By now they sat in the carriageway before the house.

Elizabeth forced herself to breathe. An emotional day, she knew not whether to allow herself to continue this trip down “memory lane” with Darcy. Finally she said enticingly, “From the master, my Love—from you.”

Darcy felt himself lost to her. The passion grew quickly as he looked at her upturned face, and he again fought the urge to kiss her. His breath came in short bursts. “You gave me a great deal upon which to think, Elizabeth.”

He reached out and touched her chin with his index finger. To a stranger, such a gesture might seem an insignificant one, but Elizabeth knew Darcy only did such to those he most closely affected. “I will see you at dinner,” she taunted him by slowly parting her lips as if to kiss him. “Thank you, Fitzwilliam.” A footman stepped forward to help Elizabeth from the vehicle. Darcy watched as she started to climb the steps to Pemberley. “Come, Hero,” she called without looking around. The dog jumped about for her attention, while Elizabeth bent to pat its head.“How is my good dog?” she laughed.“We had a full day, did we not? A very full day.” She stood again and looked back briefly at Darcy before entering the house.

Darcy let out the breath he did not realize he held. A smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he, too, climbed the steps to Pemberley.“A very full day,” he mumbled.“She has no idea how full my day was.” With that, he allowed himself an audible chuckle before handing his coat and beaver to the waiting servant.

Yet, Darcy saw in the accounts what a deficit the estate took when he brought Elizabeth to Pemberley as his wife. Financially, she brought nothing of which to speak to his holdings, and although she spent very little from the generous pin money Darcy provided her, the estate lost value with the marriage. Elizabeth’s thousand pounds from Mr. Bennet did not ease the pecuniary differences.

Elizabeth’s manners impressed those below her—those with country manners of their own, but members of the ton would eat her alive for their dinner. Once they smelled her fear, members of the ton would attack Elizabeth’s manners, her bearing, and her connections. The mob mentality would overcome her, and Darcy would be unable to help. Elizabeth’s inability to succeed in London would reflect on his family and his sister’s chances of an appropriate match. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he must bring Georgiana to London this Season while Elizabeth would have to remain behind. He could keep his wife in Derbyshire where London’s finest could not evaluate her, and the new Mrs. Darcy could not tarnish Georgiana’s chances.

However disagreeable Darcy found these circumstances surrounding his wife, he could not withdraw his eyes from her when she entered a room, and he began to concoct situations about which he had to speak to Elizabeth. Every day he rushed down to breakfast to be there when she entered the room; he took pleasure in preparing a plate for her. Darcy sought her out throughout the house, and he often found his thoughts drifted to Elizabeth. Maybe having her at Pemberley without interruptions would not be such a bad thing, at least for him. Possibly, he could function in both worlds: in London’s social scene and as a country gentleman. Darcy saw no real reason it could not happen. He could have Elizabeth at Pemberley and live a life of a respected landowner in London.The thoughts of such an arrangement pleased him. He would spend several months a year at his London home, and then he would return to Pemberley.A smile of pure pleasure crept across his face, and Darcy leaned back in his chair to savor the moment. He would go to London on Monday to arrange for Georgiana’s abbreviated season; afterwards, he would return to Pemberley and resume his husbandly rights with his wife. Elizabeth would not refuse him; she conveyed her receptiveness quite clearly, and Darcy would make her his again.

“Good morning, my Husband.” She offered him a bright smile.“I hope you slept well, Sir.” Politeness hid her question.

Darcy walked to the sideboard to refill his plate. “I did, Madam.” Darcy, too, found himself smiling. “May I fix you some tea?”

“May I have some chocolate?” Elizabeth half teased.“I seem to have developed a taste for it these last few months.”

“Certainly, Elizabeth.” Darcy brought her the cup.

“The heir to Pemberley is restless today.” Elizabeth gently stroked her ever-increasing abdomen.

Being alone with her in the breakfast room, Darcy felt compelled to kneel next to her chair. “Are you pleased with the child?” He examined Elizabeth’s countenance, searching for the answer to a question he did not know how to ask. “I mean—are you . . . ?” Darcy broke off, not wanting to know if having his child meant something to her.

Elizabeth took Darcy’s hand and placed it over the quickening movement. Her smile curled upward when the child’s shifting moved against Darcy’s hand, and tears welled in his eyes. “I told you before our child loves your touch.” Her voice softly caressed Darcy’s ear as she leaned closer to him.

His hand moved gently, and he could not resist the pull Elizabeth had on him. He let his other hand stroke her ankle at the hem of her skirt, and he heard Elizabeth let out a little gasp. “You did not answer my question, Elizabeth.” Darcy’s voice took on a husky tone.

Elizabeth caressed the side of his face; she forced herself not to even blink, afraid the least change would break the spell between them. “I anticipate your happiness when the child arrives; it will please me to see you holding your heir.” Elizabeth slid her hand into his. Darcy’s other hand continued to stroke her ankle, and slowly he moved his thumb up her calf.

“How can we make this work?” His words came out jagged and breathy. “I feel I am cheating you out of happiness. You want something from me I may never be able to give you.”

“I know you are the same man with whom I fell in love.” Elizabeth craved Darcy’s touch. “The question is whether you can love me again, my Husband. I must admit this is the most difficult thing I ever did, and I do not know whether I am strong enough to take your answer when you finally decide.”

Their gaze locked, and neither of them could move—the desire thick between them. How long they would stay as such one cannot know, but soon voices penetrated their thoughts, forcing Darcy to withdraw once again. Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably as Kitty and Georgiana entered the room.They bubbled with excitement. Darcy looked up from the sidebar, to where he pretended to examine the selections, to note his sister’s appearance. He sheepishly remembered his earlier surprise at seeing Elizabeth dressed to go out for the day.Wanting to know where Elizabeth might be going and understanding she and his sister would be going together, Darcy asked casually,“Do you intend to go out today, Georgiana?”

Georgiana shot a quick glance at Elizabeth, wondering how to answer her brother. Noting his sister’s discomfort, Elizabeth answered for her. “We decided to make an appearance at the Tissington Well Dressing Festival after all, Fitzwilliam.” Elizabeth’s voice held a special caution in telling her husband about their plans. She assumed he would disapprove, and she did not want to lose the ground she made in earning his attention once again.

“Surely, you are not in truth!” Darcy whirled around to confront his wife.

“No, Sir, that is our plan. Mr. Ashford is to bless the well; he asked Kitty to accompany him. I cannot allow my sister to attend alone. I chose to represent the estate while securing my sister’s reputation. I am sorry you disapprove, Fitzwilliam, but I will not likely change my mind.” Elizabeth’s heart sank. She knew her husband would withdraw from her; he would see her as functioning as the Mistress of Pemberley only in the basest form.

Darcy guarded his words, but his tone betrayed his feelings. “These people are not sophisticated, Elizabeth. Well dressing ceremonies are based in deep-rooted heathenish superstitions.” He literally puffed up with disdain.

Elizabeth allowed her eyes to lock with his—only this time instead of desire, it was a test of will.“I realize these people live hard lives based on their beliefs and their traditions. I realize this celebration, although lacking in worldliness, is important to them. I believe it is important to support our Pemberley family—to understand them better.” Elizabeth did not allow her eyes to falter even though she did not feel confident in this confrontation with Darcy.

Georgiana and Kitty sat immobilized, afraid even to breathe. They prayed Elizabeth would prevail, for both girls looked forward to the outing; therefore, their composures lapsed when Darcy said,“What if I forbid it?”The stare became an intense battleground between Darcy and Elizabeth.

The moments crawled by before she answered him. “I pray, my Husband, you do not choose to do so for we are at odds on this issue. I know you have the legal right to control my use of the coach, but please do not exercise that right, Fitzwilliam.We have more important issues between us than a peasant celebration.”

Her words said, Elizabeth waited, holding her breath, trying to reason how she would react if Darcy went through with his threat. Finally, he threw the napkin on the table and stormed from the room.

The tension lessened, but did not totally dissipate. “Ladies,” Elizabeth’s voice trembled, “please be ready to leave as soon as you eat.We are to pick up Mr.Ashford at the parsonage within the hour.” Elizabeth, having lost her appetite, returned to her chambers. Legs shaking, she collapsed into a nearby chair. “Please, Fitzwilliam,” she whispered before breaking into tears.