Riding in their carriage off to Pemberley the couple bounced along, happily riding, for now they were married, a union that would last forever. The groom took his brides hand and kissed it, and they talked of all the wonderful things they would do when they got to Pemberley. Mr. and Mrs. Bennet and the younger sisters (not including Lydia and Wickham) would come and would be shown around Pemberley. They had quite a long day ahead of them indeed!
When arriving at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy called for the servant to bring Lizzy's bags up to their room. Mrs. Reynolds greeted Lizzy with a wide smile. Lizzy looked out and could barely see Mr. and Mrs. Bingley arriving at their house Mr. Bingley had bought for them, Carrien. Carrien was a beautiful house, much like Pemberley, only not as big or grand.
She could see her sister too was looking and they waved at each other.
"William, could I possibly visit my sister, we have so many things to say!" Lizzy begged her husband.
"Of course my love, I will have the carriage readied," he answered.
"You will do no such think Fitzwilliam, I will walk," she smiled, and he then remembered the time Lizzy had walked all the way from Hertfortshire to Netherfield park just to see her sister.
"Of course," and with that she set off down the lane. Darcy was somewhat saddened to see his bride leave him for even a second, but he could not go, because he had to talk to Mrs. Reynolds about housing situations.
"Mrs. Reynolds," Mr. Darcy said.
"I know Mrs. Darcy will want to fix Pemberley to her liking, so we must inquire her to sit down with us and talk."
Just then Lizzy walked in the room.
She took a seat next to Darcy on the coach and leaned her head on his shoulder,
"Hello, Mrs. Reynolds," she said.
"We were just talking about you," Darcy said. "I knew you wanted to fix Pemberley to your liking..."
"Yes, when should we start, dear?" she asked with her head still leaning on his.
"Right away," he said and handed her a piece of paper and a pen. They walked around Pemberley and Elizabeth took notes.
"My dear, this is truly hard! Everything in Pemberley is just how I have always dreamed! It has everything! Oh, but wait, there was one thing..."
"Name is my dear and it's yours," Mr. Darcy said.
"If it weren't too much trouble, I am still young, and am not too old to swing, could we possibly get a swing?"
"My dear, you give me the simplest wishes in the world! I had always known you weren't greedy! Where would you like to put it?"
"On that willow tree, that's the one, right there in the garden. That is the most perfect spot ever! I can read there under the tree, and smell those roses out there, and soon I will be able to swing there too! Oh thank you William! I am truly blessed!"
He rejoiced at her wonderful happiness, but soon it was time to eat, and then sleep.
The next morning they arose and went down stairs. Elizabeth was groggy and half-asleep still, but Mr. Darcy was, well, excited for some reason.
"Why are you so excited my dear?" Eliza inquired.
"Look," he pointed out to the garden and there on the branch of her favorite tree was the swing.
"How did you get it there so fast?" she asked looking up at him.
"I can do anything for you, Lizzy," he said.
She childishly laughed and ran outside, Darcy soon after.
For hours she sat in the swing while he pushed her. The swing was made of fine wood, and the ropes were tight and strong. On the bottom of the wooden part of the swing were written Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam Darcy.
She was so very excited Darcy was almost at the point where he would put 1 million swings for her.
The years passed, and everyday Lizzy and William got older, but they never grew apart. After two years Elizabeth gave birth to a son named Fitzwilliam Charles Darcy. He grew very quickly, but he never became too old for the swing that his mother and father had given him. He, like his mother, had cherished the swing. The wood was now worn down, and instead of the words
on it, it now said
One day, when Elizabeth and Darcy were very old, they sat in a room to drink tea. Fitzwilliam was still very handsome, but his son was now the most handsome man anyone had ever seen. Elizabeth sat there and looked out the window, a trait she had picked up from her husband, and she quietly said, "Look my love," she pointed out the window at the old swing which was swinging.
They starred out the window with smiles as they saw two young couples swinging and laughing and talking, and kissing. The couple was them.
"I love you Fitzwilliam," she said.
"And I love you Elizabeth," he said.
The both turned to each other and slowly walked out of the room and into the garden, to once again swing and laughed and talk and kiss, on their swing.
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