*-These characters belong to Miss Austen; I am simply a humble admirer. The only character that I have created is Bennet Fitzwilliam Darcy.
The wait was becoming too much for Fitzwilliam Darcy.
Lizzy’s labor pains started just after lunch, the sun had already set and the child had yet to enter the world.
Mr. and Mrs. Bennet were the only members of the family who had arrived before the birth of the newest member of the Darcy family, the rest of the family would be coming in the next day or so. The only member of the family who declared that she would never go through Pemberley’s doors was Lady Catherine DeBourgh, Mr. Darcy’s maternal aunt. In the nearly three years since her nephew had married Elizabeth Bennet, Lady Catherine had never acknowledged Elizabeth as her niece and in turn, would never acknowledge Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam’s children as family.
“Son, if you continue to walk in that same circle, you will find yourself on the floor” his father in law warned.
Mr. Bennet understood his son in law’s trepidation, the anxiety on the younger man’s face.
“Lizzy is young and strong, I see no reason why she shouldn’t bring a healthy child into the world”.
In his mind, Fitzwilliam was not a grown, married man of one and thirty, waiting for the birth of his first child, but a boy of twelve, watching his father pace around the room with same ferociousness.
His sister, Georgiana was born healthy, but Lady Anne was never the same. She lingered for six months before her body gave out. Loosing his mother was a watershed moment in his then young life, but to loose Lizzy would surely break him.
At the moment when Fitzwilliam could not wait another moment, the creaking of the door announced that Georgiana had entered with a broad smile on her face.
“Come meet your son, Fitzwilliam”.
Bounding up the stairs with his father in law and his sister behind him, Fitzwilliam did not stop until he reached his bedroom.
In the middle of the bed, a sweaty and tired Lizzy, gently held a small bundle her arms.
“Say hello to your papa” taking his son in his arms, Fitzwilliam couldn’t help but be amazed at miracle of life.
“What shall we name him?”.
“Bennet Fitzwilliam Darcy”.
Kissing his young son’s forehead, Fitzwilliam felt a love that he had never known before. This was his son, his heir. The wait was over, but the journey into parenthood had begun.