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Dear Elizabeth,I am sorry you found out. Only understandable considering my name is on the papers, but I still didn't want you to feel like I was giving you charity or doing it in hope of something in return, for I'm not. I did have your concerns in mind when I made the decision, though. But I have inordinate amounts of money, more than I think you realize. I often don't know what to do with it. A lot of it goes to charity. And buying a small bungalow on the Thames didn't affect my fortune whatsoever. I purchased the house, expecting to lease it with a low rent to you and any other tenants who wish to have the luxury and comfort and peace that place must provide. I liked the idea so much I have done it a few other times. Buying a piece of property and leasing it to a certain type of tenant. It's rather fulfilling in a way. Don't go all awkward on me about it. In fact, I'd prefer it if we didn't discuss it. You do all business with your or my agent, and we pretend I am not the owner. If you don't agree, I'm sure I could think of a plan B, but only until then.
Yours,
Will
Elizabeth wasn't sure how to respond to this missive. He had done it with her in mind, but didn't want her to consider it charity. She did tend to have that feeling. But Will would be serious. He truly would not want her to think of it. So she would try not to. Though it would be very hard. Her romantic self wanted to step in and say, "He did it because he loves you!" But her pragmatic self stood in the way.
Dear Elizabeth,I have to go to London for business next month. I wondered if we could spend some time together while I'm in the vicinity. I understand that you have to work, too, but I'd really like to see you again.
Twelfth Night was really good. I think you would have enjoyed it. The way they did it, it seemed more like a musical than a play. But that is Shakespeare done properly for you. It was done in the 1920s and the actor playing Orsino reminded me of John. Just looks-wise. The play still isn't a favourite of mine, but I liked it and enjoyed myself. Too bad my date didn't. I don't think she understood much of it. Her laughter was always delayed; leading me to think it wasn't genuine. I'm actually starting to think taking new dates to see a Shakespearean play is a good weeding tactic. I can tell more easily what type of person they are if they're in my territory. Heaven forbid if I find one who loves and quotes Shakespeare.
Georgiana was over last weekend and we went out to the movies one evening and to a fancy Japanese steakhouse the next. The Japanese food isn't as common or as good as on the West coast, but it's still rather marvelous to watch the chefs at work.
I hope to have an answer from you soon and really look forward to seeing you again.
Yours,
Will
Dear Will,
Did you really have to ask if we could meet? I'm hurt. I can't wait to see you again. Could you not extend your stay a few days, too? I'm sure I could get off a couple of days from work with this much notice and then I could show you some of the England you wouldn't see from the tourist perspective. I'm dying to show you your house. Aren't you even a little curious to see it? I'm already planning all the things I want to show you when you get here. Like fish and chips and the old, historic houses that put America's to shame. Please say you could stay a few more days.
I'm glad you liked Twelfth Night. It isn't a favourite of mine, either, but I still like it better than the tragedies. Isn't it rumored to be the last play Shakespeare wrote?
I wish I could see Georgiana again, but I'll just have to wait until the next time I make it over to America.
I hope to see you soon.
Yours ever,
Elizabeth
Elizabeth waited impatiently with the rest of the crowd for the arrivals to come down the ramp in Gatwick airport. She was nervous and excited with anticipation. It had been over eight months since they had last seen each other. She checked over each passenger coming out of the hallway. Sometimes she even wondered if she would recognize him or if he would recognize her.
She began to wander down toward the end of the ramp for a better view. She looked at her watch again and then back up at the door. People were reuniting with friends and family all around her, but Elizabeth stood alone waiting.
Finally she saw him come through the door, bag in one hand, briefcase in the other, and laptop slung over his shoulder. Elizabeth sighed unconsciously. He was still the most handsome man she had ever seen. Especially in his suit like that. She stayed back until he got to the end of the ramp. She could see him looking for her. Once he was past the railing, she called out, "Will!"
He turned to her and put his bags down as she wriggled through the mass of people. When she was free, she ran into his arms. He picked her up a few inches off the ground as they tightly embraced each other.
"It's so good to see you again," she whispered.
Will couldn't seem to say anything, just holding her. Elizabeth wanted to start crying and could feel her throat clenching, but she resisted and took a deep breath, inhaling his familiar, comforting scent. How she had missed him.
Finally, they let go, and Elizabeth awkwardly avoided his eyes, offering to carry his bag.
"No, thank you," he said. "I can handle it."
Elizabeth smiled at the sound of his voice again. "I borrowed Grandmother's car, so we have to find it again in the parking lot. It's really cold outside, too. We've had a cold front come through recently."
She felt stupid talking about such mundane topics to him but couldn't think of anything else. "Did you want to pick up some coffee or any food while we're here?"
"No, I can survive until I get to the hotel."
They walked out to the car and put his bags in the boot. When they were in the car, they remained silent until Elizabeth had gotten out of the difficult traffic surrounding Gatwick airport.
Will said, "Are you sure you're not going to get in trouble for picking me up during your workday?"
"No, I'm not sure. But I don't care if I am caught. John promised he'd cover for me as best as he could. I knew I couldn't wait longer to see you again."
She smiled shyly at him, and then looked back on the road.
"You're going 90 miles per hour on a highway?!"
"No, silly. That's 90 kilometers per hour. Let me do the driving, okay?"
Will grinned and acquiesced.
"Are you doing business today, or leaving that until tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow. Today, I'm catching up on lost sleep and preparing for tomorrow."
"Are you going to be sleeping or working through dinner?"
"I hope not."
"Would you like to have dinner somewhere with me?"
"I'd love to. Call me before you leave work and make sure I'm awake."
"I'll get your number when I drop you off, then."
They drove to the Hilton at the corner of Hyde Park and Elizabeth parked on the curb while Will got his bags out of the boot. Elizabeth waited while he checked into his room. Will came back outside, and handed her the number to his room.
Elizabeth smiled, and said, "All right then, I'll call you around five or half past five. Get some rest now and don't work unless you really can't sleep."
Will smiled. "Mothering me already?"
"You bet. 'Til then."
Will nodded and then went back into the hotel. Elizabeth watched him until he was out of sight before getting into her car. She drove to work and snuck in without getting caught.
John stopped by and said, "Well how did it go?"
"What do you mean 'how did it go?' I was only picking him up from the airport."
"But so much could have happened and been said during this time. So how did it go?"
"Well. It went well."
"That's all you're going to tell me? As soon as Will gets into town I'm no longer the confidante?"
"Not on matters about Will, no. I don't trust you. Don't worry, dear, you're still my confidante for everything else."
"You mean like what laundry detergent to use?" he mumbled.
"Well you have to admit. You do know more about that stuff than Will."
"Because I'm gay?"
"No, I was actually thinking about Will has servants doing his washing and cleaning."
"Oh." He paused. "Are you going out with him tonight?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"I couldn't think of a good place. I don't want anything too fancy, but I also didn't think tonight was the night for fish and chips from a streetside shop."
"Why don't you take him out of the city and to one of the local pubs for a meal? Traditional English food, pick a decent pub, good atmosphere, not too fancy, not under fancy."
"I think I might just do that. I know there's a good one in Byfleet. Most of the best ones are on the river."
"Take him to one on the river, then. You have some time to spare for driving."
"All right, thanks. See, you're still my confidante."
"More like your advice column."
Elizabeth didn't get much work done that day. She couldn't concentrate. Having Will in the same city excited and frightened her. She didn't understand half of what she was feeling. Finally, five o' clock rolled around and she called Will's room.
He picked up the phone after two rings. "Hello?"
"Did I wake you up?" she asked.
"Actually, no, you didn't."
"Did you sleep at all?"
"A little."
"How much is a little?"
"An hour and a half."
"Will! You're going to fall asleep through dinner."
"No, I won't, I promise."
"John suggested I take you to a pub on the river bank outside of London, does that sound agreeable to you?"
"Sounds great."
"You don't mind driving for a while?"
"No, it'll just give us more time to talk."
"Or sleep."
"As long as it's only me doing the sleeping."
Elizabeth laughed. "I'll do my best. I'll ask John if I can borrow Brahms' lullaby."
"So when should I expect you?"
"I can't get out of here for another half an hour without looking conspicuous, so expect me around six."
"Fine. See you then."
Elizabeth sat and daydreamed for half an hour and then left the office. John gave her a thumbs up when she passed his office.
Elizabeth parked near the Hilton and walked into the lobby. It had to have been the nicest hotel she had ever set foot in. She couldn't imagine how much the rooms must cost per night. She felt decidedly underdressed. Nevertheless, she walked up to the desk and asked that Will Darcy be called down. In a few minutes, she saw him come out of the lobby and went over to meet him.
"Ready to go?" she asked.
"I'm prepared for whatever you can throw at me."
"I'm not going to throw anything at you, just stuff you full of English food. Come on, it's a long drive and you're map reading."
"Me? I don't know this place at all."
"So? You can map read can't you? Just look at the road signs. Really, the English are very good at labeling everything."
They got in her Renault and took off on an adventure finding the pub Elizabeth had wanted. Apparently, Will couldn't read maps, and eventually, Elizabeth had to pull over and look for herself.
"Will! You've got the bloody map upside down!"
"I thought that the Tower of London was supposed to be on the other side of the river."
"No, the Tower is on the same side as Parliament right there. Don't worry, if we keep going on this road then take that road we'll be back on track. You deal with the radio and leave everything else up to me."
"English have too many roads."
"Come off it. Boston has some of the worst road systems."
"Yes, but I grew up knowing those so it doesn't count."
"Yes it does."
"No it doesn't."
"Anyway, you're still useless with a map."
"I am not, you didn't give me enough information!"
"How much more information did you want?! I would have thought knowing which way was north and south was enough!"
"They don't teach that sort of stuff in business schools. We have chauffeurs to do the driving for us."
"Obviously! I declare! I never would have thought."
"I'm sure there's something you don't know how to do that's obvious and simple."
"Like what?"
"Well I don't know."
"Exactly. I know all practical things and a good deal more useless stuff in my profession."
"Cooking?"
"Yes."
"Sewing."
"Come on, Will, I live with Grandmother. I'd be kicked out of the house if I didn't know sewing."
"Umm, musical instrument?"
"That doesn't count, that requires special training and it isn't practical. Besides, do you?"
"Not very well. I can pick out a tune on the piano. Cleaning?"
"Yes."
"Gardening?"
"I know enough to keep the grass green and the flowers alive."
"Elizabeth," he whined. "There has to be something."
"You might as well give up, my dear. As Mary Poppins said, I'm practically perfect in every way."
"Indeed, you are."
Will said this in a different tone of voice, one which caused Elizabeth to blush and change the subject. "What is the business that brings you here?"
"Oh, I'm meeting a potential business associate."
"Why did you come to him instead of him going to you?"
"He came to me the last time we met, so this time we swapped."
"I see."
Without much further delay, they reached the pub called The White Swan, and went in. It was crowded with rowdy locals drinking but the restaurant area was quieter. They sat down in a corner, Will facing the rest of the room so he could observe more. Elizabeth ordered for the both of them, and then sat for a few minutes in silence, looking around.
"Have you come here before?" asked Will.
Elizabeth shook her head. "I looked up a pub on the river close by."
"It's nice."
"It's pretty typical of the English."
"Did you end up getting in trouble for picking me up this morning?"
"No, John's a pretty good cover."
"Ideal scout and spy, huh?"
"Yep. But he's starting to get jealous of you already."
"Are you sure it's me he's jealous of this time and not you?"
"Probably both. You for taking me away and me for taking you away."
"Can't seem to make up his mind, can he?"
"I think he's almost reconciled himself to the fact that you're not going to turn gay anytime soon."
"Took him this long, huh?"
"Well I tried to be kind."
"I see. Does John have anyone at the moment?"
"No. Still searching."
"Sad, really."
"Why? He's no different from me. Better, in fact. I've never had a relationship longer than the one with your cousin and I don't even know what happened to him."
"Oh, well, umm...."
"What? You do know? You can tell me. It's not like I was heartbroken or anything, just kind of hurt and insulted. He could have at least said he wasn't going to contact me again."
"It was my doing, actually."
"What?"
"Indirectly."
"What does that mean?"
"Never mind, it's not important."
"No, I want to know, now."
"It's going to make you uncomfortable."
"I think I can handle it."
"I warned you...."
"Just get on with it. It had better be something big considering all the fuss you're making."
"Richard is the one who first realized I loved you. Even before I did. He made me realize it and then backed off so he wouldn't be in my way. And don't go thinking that I told him to, because I didn't. He was the one who saw my love and he decided not to pursue a deeper relationship with you, foreseeing problems with me in the future. So, that's why he suddenly stopped calling you and asking you out. It had nothing to do with you. He likes you a whole lot and still asks about you."
Elizabeth was stunned. Will was right. It did make her uncomfortable. She gave a shaky laugh and said, "I don't know what to say. I'm not sure if I should be angry at him or you or what."
"Don't be angry, then. He was perfectly honorable in doing what he did, and I never asked or suggested he do it. It doesn't change anything because you already knew I loved you. Only now you know that there's nothing about you that caused Richard to stop seeing you."
Elizabeth ran her hand through her curls.
Will looked down at his placemat while he asked in a small voice, "Do you wish he hadn't backed off? I mean were you- did you think he would be the one?"
"No, I didn't at the time. I liked him a whole lot. He was so much easier to be around than all the other men you set me up with. I was hurt when he stopped calling but wasn't thinking I had lost the one or anything. Why did you set me up with all those guys if you were the one in love with me?"
"I didn't know it then. I was still just your best friend trying to find you the one."
Elizabeth could appreciate the irony of it. She felt it was nice to talk about the painful past out in the open like this. They had avoided it for too long. It was time to face what had happened and the aftermath.
"Do you ever regret telling me?"
"That I loved you? Hell yeah. But then I think about what would have happened instead. We would have stayed best friends indefinitely and I would have sat and anguished and fumed. Eventually, I think it would have destroyed our friendship anyway. Especially if I had to sit back and watch you date other men, maybe seriously."
Elizabeth laughed. "Don't you do that anyway?"
"What?"
"Come on. If I wrote to you, or Jane when you used to use her as news, about a date, are you telling me you didn't fume and anguish?"
Will blushed. "Maybe."
"So it didn't change anything. You're lucky I haven't dated seriously. I guess John was your biggest worry before you knew he was gay."
"Can you believe it. And when you introduced me to him at the reception? I was tempted to take him outside right then and try and beat him up."
"You wouldn't!"
"No, I don't think I would have, but it didn't stop me from hating his guts and trying to put all the curses I knew on him."
Elizabeth laughed. "I'm glad Jane set you straight, then."
"No, you did."
"Yes, but Jane was the one who guessed why you were fuming. It never occurred to me that you thought John was my boyfriend."
"Anyway, I think our friendship was doomed to collapse from the start."
"It wouldn't have stayed doomed if I wasn't such a silly ass."
"You can't keep hoarding the blame, Elizabeth."
"How were you ever to blame?"
"I could have tried to write or call you. Contacted you before you made the decision to move to England."
"I made that decision the morning after you told me. There was no way I was ready to talk to you yet. In fact, I'm not sure I would have listened to what you had to say until a couple of months later. I'm telling you, I was the one who kept the resentment and hostility."
"Fine, but I still don't think you should keep all the blame."
"Let's just forget about it. We're not going to come to an agreement. Are you enjoying your meal?"
"Hmm? Yes, yes I am. It's delicious."
"I'm glad. I met someone once in America who said they couldn't stand English food. I wanted to shoot them in the head. How dare they say that? Actually, for the longest time I couldn't even distinguish the difference between American and English food."
"No, I could tell the difference. I just think you don't see many of the differences because you've melded the two cultures into your own. So it's all muddled up for you. Whereas I know distinctly what is foreign to me and what is familiar."
"I suppose so." There was a long silence. "Will?"
"Yes?"
"You kept saying love in the past tense earlier. Does that mean who you don't love me anymore?"
"What would you feel if I said I didn't?" he asked, looking at her intently.
"I don't know. But honestly, do you love me?"
"Yes. Nothing's changed."
"Oh."
"So?"
"What?"
"Never mind."
Elizabeth asked, "What are you going to do? I mean, it's not like you're actively trying to woo me."
"If I knew it would work, I would be wooing you."
"Oh. No, I think you're right. It wouldn't work on me. On most women it would, but not me."
"With most women I don't think I'd even be in this predicament."
"What predicament? Being in love with a woman who isn't interested?"
Will winced. "Admit it, most women would go ahead and accept me just for my money, power, that stuff. But obviously that isn't what I want, because here I am with you, who doesn't care about that stuff."
"True." Another long pause. "Will, do you ever wished you'd never fallen in love with me? Like it's a bother and a burden?"
"Sometimes I ask myself why I couldn't have fallen for someone easier, but it would never have been the same because it wouldn't have been you."
Elizabeth blushed deep red. But she had set herself up for that one. She was playing with fire. She reverted back to safe subjects.
"How many days are you working?"
"I think it shouldn't take more than three days."
"So after that, you want to go tramping about the countryside with me?"
"I'd love to."
"John'll beg to go. He loves the outdoors. But I won't let him. He's still on probation."
"For what?"
"His remarks today. He teases entirely too much."
Will grinned. "And I don't?"
"Not on sensitive subjects like John does. He crossed the line today so he's on probation."
"Oh dear. Suffering under the wrath of Elizabeth, huh?"
Elizabeth nodded matter-of-factly. "So. Where did you want to go? You have to come and see the house. Your house. And then we could go to the north of Wales and stay in my grandparents' flat there. Or just go hopping about. I don't mind."
"What's the flat like?"
"It has a living room, kitchen, bathroom, two bedrooms, and a sort of dining room attached to the living room. It's a little outside of Conwy. You can see the castle from the dining room window. There are hills all around providing lovely walks, and we could drive to several castles, but the houses will most likely be closed, since the National Trust which runs them doesn't open in the winter."
"It sounds nice."
"I don't know what the weather will be like up there. May snow, may be just jeans and sweater weather. Are you even packed for it?"
"I can buy what I need then drop it off at a homeless shelter or something like that when I'm finished with it."
"Ah, yes. I forgot Mr. Darcy here has money to burn."
"I wouldn't put it that way, but I don't think it'll be an issue. Anyway, I'd prefer staying in one place to hopping around the country. I'll do a little bit at a time thoroughly."
"Good idea. Stay in Sunbury for a couple of nights and then we can drive up to Wales. It'll take the best part of a day to drive too."
"How many days can you take off work?"
"I took off the whole of next week when you said you were coming."
"Hmm, I'm flattered!"
"Only because I didn't have a definite time schedule, silly. Anyway, we can use all that time."
"What about your grandmother?"
"I can leave her on her own once I've stocked the place up. The neighbors will keep an eye on her. She's not that frail or anything. She still is very lively, especially in the fingers. She might invite her brother and sister-in-law to stay, I don't know."
"That's good."
"So once you've finished, you give me a call late in the evening, and we'll go from there."
"Sounds great. Will your grandparents mind you using the flat?"
"Grandma and Grandpa? No! They love for the flat to be used. We might have to visit them as payment, but as long as we leave the place as we found it, they won't mind at all."
"How's you're writing going?"
"Great. I'm thinking about a new story using that folk song, Scarborough Fair."
"The Simon and Garfunkel song?"
"Yes, but they got some of their words from this poem or folk song. So, there's that idea, and then I have a couple more, too."
"You should devote your full time to it, you know."
"I don't make enough to make a living at it."
"You might if you could spend more time."
"You're right, I might. But it's too risky to try. Not while I'm supporting Grandmother and myself. We're already depending on your generosity for the rent."
"True. Still, it would be nice if you could take off with your ideas."
"Don't I know it. But I can't be picky."
"I guess not."
"Are you ready to go? I'm concerned about your lack of sleep today."
"Sure, we can go now."
"I'll grab the bill and pay at the bar."
"No, let me pay, Liz."
"I have it. This was me taking you out to dinner. I picked, I drove, I pay."
"Fine, just this once."
"I'm suspicious that you capitulated so easily."
"You mind you own business and pay the bill."
Elizabeth smiled at him and paid at the bar. They left the pub and got in her car. Elizabeth spent a few minutes studying the map before they started off on their way back to the Hilton.
"Wow, we were in there longer than I thought."
"How long will it take you to get home after you drop me off?"
"Only another hour, I think. Maybe less due to the traffic this time of night."
"An hour?! Don't you have to go to work tomorrow morning?"
"Yes, but it's not like I always go to bed at ten. I'm usually up later than that anyway."
"So should I call John and tell him to make sure you sleep?"
"No, I promise I will be good while you're here."
"There's nothing wrong with you writing while we're at the flat. I'd love to see you at work."
"I might bring my work along. At least a notebook to sketch down some ideas. The English countryside produces many wonderful ideas for me. But I don't think I'm going to let you see me work. That would make me nervous."
"At least let me see some of the stuff you're working on. I think it would be so thrilling to see you developing a story and then read the final thing off the bookshelf."
"It's overrated, I'm sure."
"I think you take your talent for granted."
"Maybe I do, but it's not going to let you hang around breathing over my shoulder while I work."
"Fine. I'll have to steal it then."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't I?"
"Don't try me, Will. I can get nasty if you ridicule my work."
"Who said anything about ridiculing? I just want to marvel at it!"
"Whatever. Anyway, you'll call me when you're business is done, and if you are done before Friday, don't call, because I have to go to work on Friday and I know I'd be tempted not to if you call to say you're finished before then."
"Got it."
Elizabeth pulled up in front of the Hilton. "'Till then. Hope you're successful."
"I hope you're not fired. But you know, if you are, I'll always employ you in Boston!"
"Thanks, but no thanks. I have to take care of Grandmother, so I'd just look for another job around here."
"Oh well, I'll call you in a few days. Thanks for a wonderful dinner."
"I'm glad it turned out so well. Good night."
Will walked into the fancy hotel and Elizabeth started the long drive back to Sunbury. She was thinking the entire way. So much had been discussed over dinner that they had never said between them before. Things that had never been mentioned.
Elizabeth slowly walked from her car and across the footbridge. She paused at the highest point, and looked down into the backwater of the Thames. Usually in the daytime, she would see the families of ducks and coots and the one family of swans that lived around the island. She considered what Will had said about Colonel Fitzwilliam. She had been hurt at the time, but she didn't regret his breaking it off. She did feel better knowing why he had, though. If she had loved Will, it would have been perfectly reasonable and the best thing for the Colonel to exit the picture.
Will had said he wasn't actively wooing her. Did that mean he was subtly wooing her? Was she being courted without her knowledge? Did she mind? She didn't think so. He still loved her. She did know that the knowledge he still loved her was valuable and precious to her. She knew she couldn't honestly return those feelings...yet. For seeing him again after so long had caused some stirring in her feelings, she just couldn't muddle through them yet.
Elizabeth soon became cold, and turned to hurry down the bridge and down the steps to the path. She trotted down the long path between the two rows of little houses on the island to nearly the very end. There were only two houses beyond hers until the end of the island. She unlocked the back door and crept in quietly. She took off her overcoat and hung it up in the entrance room. Then she walked through the living room to her bedroom. She turned on the light and took off her clothes.
"Elizabeth?" called her grandmother.
"Yes, Grandmother."
"Where were you until this time of night?"
Grandmother was a light sleeper. Light seemed to wake her up more than noise, though. Elizabeth said as she went into the bathroom, "I went out to eat with Will, you know my good friend from America."
"Oh, that's right."
When Elizabeth came out of the bathroom, she went into her grandmother's room.
"How was it?"
"It was very nice. It was wonderful to see him again and we talked about oh so many things."
"When are you going to bring him here?"
"When he's finished with his business in London. He's going to come here for a couple of nights and then we're driving up to stay in Grandma and Grandpa's flat in Conwy."
"Lovely."
"I didn't know if you wanted to invite Auntie Pat and Uncle Max over or just stay here on your own."
"I think I'll be all right on my own. John and Pat are next door."
"Fine. I'm going to bed now. I'll talk to you in the morning."
"Good night, love."
Elizabeth kissed her grandmother and got into her bed. It took her some while before she fell asleep. Usually it was ideas about her stories that kept her up, but this time, it was thoughts about Will.
Friday evening, Will called Elizabeth's house, or I should say his house. "Hello, Elizabeth?"
"Good evening, Will. You are prompt."
"Business is finished, so what now?"
"I would invite you over to stay in your house for a couple of nights, but I don't think I want you to after you've been staying at the Hilton. This house is probably the size of the rooms you have."
"No, don't fuss about that, I'd love to come and see the house. After hearing so much about it."
"All right, I can come and pick up you right now."
"No, don't bother. I'll take a taxi over there. Just tell me how to direct the driver."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I don't want to take two hours of possibly good writing time. Remember, I'm the one with money to burn. It won't hurt me to take a cab over there."
"All right. Check out of your high class hotel and bring your stuff. We'll be leaving from here. Grandmother is looking forward to meeting you."
"I am too, but I would like to get there tonight, so if you could give me some sort of direction to give the cab driver."
"Oh, yes, of course. Tell him to go to Lower Sunbury, and- are you writing this down?"
"No."
"Write it down. I don't want you getting lost and ending up in some god-forsaken place."
"Ok, I'm writing it down. Go to Lower Sunbury, what else?"
"Once you've passed through what is called the village but what is essentially a cluster of houses and shops, stay on that road and keep going until you see the brick wall and behind it an old mansion, Regency style, I believe. On the other side of the street, you'll see tiny houses next to each other and lots of cars parked on the curb. Get out there. Then you have to find the gate to the bridge. It's wrought iron and small. It is across from the brick wall, so that's some sort of a guideline. From one side you'll see wooden slatted siding. Anyway, look for it and there's a sign on the gate saying private or something. Then you go across the bridge and turn right at the end, going down the ramp. Take the footpath all the way to the end. Our house is the second white one, number seven. It's right before the iron gate at the end. On the left. All right? If you get lost, you could always knock on someone's door, and they'll be kind and tell you where we are. Especially with your American accent and looks."
"Fine, I think I have it all down."
"Call me if you get into any trouble."
"I will."
"Grandmother will have a big, hot meal ready for you when you get here."
"I'm looking forward to it. See you then."
"Bye."
It took Will some time to find the house, stopping every now and then to marvel at the view or a little flower pot here or a swan pillow in the window there. He did reach the house and rang the doorbell.
Elizabeth answered it looking nice in casual pants and a fleece sweater, her hair done up in a pile of curls on the top of her head. She smiled, saying, "Welcome to our home."
"I'm charmed, already."
"We're only in the entrance hall. Put your bag there and take off your coat."
"Thank you," Will said, noticing the maritime influence in the knick-knacks around the tiny room.
They went through a pair of doors and into the living room. It had an Oriental rug on the floor and was filled with old objects and collectibles. There were old armchairs, an old settee, an old coffee table, two cupboards with Middle Eastern lamps on them, a table holding a record player and a collection of fairy statuettes, a gas fireplace, a television, and other various objects displaying time. On the small shelf near the ceiling that surrounded the room, there were collectible fairy plates and other foreign souvenirs along with a picture of who Will presumed was Elizabeth's Grandfather and one of a woman a little younger than Elizabeth who must have been her mother. The back wall was all windows with two sliding doors at the center. At the moment, they were covered with heavy curtains to keep out the cold.
Elizabeth's Grandmother came out, wiping her hands on her apron. She was small, but still strong with youth shining in her eyes and face. Her golden hair and wrinkled skin only showed age.
"Grandmother, this is Fitzwilliam Darcy. Will, this is my grandmother, Mrs. Black."
"How do you do, Mrs. Black? I'm thrilled to finally meet you after hearing so much about you from Elizabeth."
"Hmm, please don't let her accounts form your opinion of me, since I'm sure it wouldn't be a good one."
"Grandmother, I do not talk bad about you behind your back, only to your face."
"Yes, well, it's wonderful to meet you at last, Mr. Darcy. But you must call me Grandmother. It'll save time later."
Elizabeth flushed the deepest red Will had ever seen.
"Thank you, if you would call me Will. I'm only called Mr. Darcy in business."
"Elizabeth, you can show him the rest of the house while I dish out supper."
"Come on, Will, I'll show you my room, first."
They went through the door opposite the door Will had come through. To the immediate right was Elizabeth's room. It provided more space than her loft in the Boston apartment, but was still small. She had a bed, a nightstand holding her computer, and a cupboard and chest of drawers and a desk with more maritime knick-knacks and postcards.
"This used to be Grandfather's office. Hence the desk. I haven't ever really taken over this room. A lot of my old things are in the attic in the roof. I just have the places for my clothes and then my computer. I've never really wanted to change any of the decorations or things."
Will looked around some more before saying, "It's pleasantly cozy."
"I guess that's a polite way of putting it."
"No, I'm serious. It feels a whole lot nicer than my cold, impersonal rooms in Chestnut Street."
"I suppose so. Come on, next is the kitchen."
Will saw a medium-sized kitchen with a counter and scores of cupboards, a dishwasher, a washing machine, and other kitchen items. It, too, had small items of interest, like the broken clock on the wall and the magnets on the refrigerator.
Then there was the bathroom. Grandmother's room still had two beds and Will could see photographs of her children and grandchildren. One caught Will's attention.
"Elizabeth, is this you?"
She looked at it and laughed. "Yes, it is. I think I was four years old."
"You're adorable."
"I was chubby as anything."
"You look so cute."
"Come on, dinner will be on the table."
They walked into the last room, which held a large grandfather clock, a beautiful old cupboard, and a round table at the center. On the walls were watercolor paintings of boats and tucked in the corner, Will could see a tapestry in progress.
They ate a large meal and talked about various things. Will explained what he did in the States and how he lived. A lot of the business bits Elizabeth didn't even know. Elizabeth managed to keep stories of her escapades as a young child out of the topic of conversation.
After they had finished, Elizabeth started to clear the plates.
"Would you like some help?"
"Yes, thank you."
Will picked up some plates and followed Elizabeth into the kitchen. She proceeded to begin washing them by hand and Will began to dry them with a teatowel. He didn't even need to offer, and she didn't need to ask. He just did it and together they washed up the dishes. Grandmother put them away and cleaned up the food items left over.
When they were done, Grandmother shooed them into the living room while she readied dessert. Elizabeth chose one armchair, and Will sat on the couch.
"Thank you for helping with the cleaning up."
"Don't mention it. I'm the one grateful for your hospitality."
"Even when it's your house?"
Will nodded, smiling.
"What do you think of it?"
"I have to say I made a very wise investment. I would say this house as it is now, seems worth more than what I paid for it."
"That's because of all the antiques."
"No, I was thinking of all the history in it. That your grandparents have lived in it for over fifty years is evident and it's priceless what that does to the house. Very much like Pemberley."
"I guess so, yes. You haven't even seen the river, yet. You'll have to wait until tomorrow for the tour outside in the garden. Currently, we're leasing our mooring space to get a little extra money and to fill the space that looks painfully empty."
"You mean from when you sold the North Sea Dawn?"
Elizabeth nodded.
"I'm sorry you had to."
"We would have sold it anyway. We weren't going to be using it. Anyway. Tonight, you're sleeping in my bed- don't worry I cleaned the sheets- and I'll sleep in Grandmother's room."
"I don't want to inconvenience you-"
"Forget it, Will. We're not inconvenienced. It's no big thing to sleep with my Grandmother for a couple of nights. She likes it, too. And tomorrow, we're going down to the village to stock up on groceries and provisions for the trip. Then we'll drive into Kingston to buy you some proper attire for this venture."
"Sounds wonderful. I'm excited about seeing everyday life in this country."
"It's little things that make it special to me. Like the village."
Grandmother came in with minced meat pies. Elizabeth made hot chocolate while Grandmother had her usual tea. They sat around talking for an hour before Elizabeth suggested they turn in.
Will said as he brought his bag to Elizabeth's room, "What about your computer? Are you going to write?"
"No, I don't think so. The Muses aren't strong with me, tonight, and it would keep Grandmother awake."
"Are you sure you don't want your room, I can sleep on the floor-"
"No, Will. Good night."
"Good night."
The next day, after touring the outside of the house, they bought the groceries from the village stores. Elizabeth also bought Fruit Pastilles and Whispas and Smarties for the trip north. Then they traveled to Kingston to buy Will's clothes.
"Do you have wooly socks?"
"No."
"Get some. How about warm underwear?"
"No."
"Get some. Umm, corduroy and flannel trousers. A big jacket, gloves, hat, boots, warm pajamas, slippers-"
"Slippers?"
"Yes! Bedroom slippers. Trust me, you'll want them. You don't want to be wearing shoes inside the flat when you're lounging around in comfy sweats. So warm, soft bedroom slippers are perfect. Come on, let's go pick some out."
Elizabeth took his hand and dragged him off to get some leather, fleece-lined slippers.
"What else? Do you have enough jumpers?"
"Jumpers?"
"Yes, sweaters. Let's get you some wool and fleece sweaters. Lambs wool is very nice."
In the end, Will spent a hefty amount, and while Elizabeth was a little disconcerted, he wasn't fazed a bit. They put his stuff in her car and then drove home. By this time it was growing dark.
They had another big meal prepared by Grandmother, and Will helped clean up once more. He liked helping. He liked fitting into a part of Elizabeth's daily routine so easily. He liked seeing how she lived and where she sat when she wrote to him. He liked seeing all the things and places he had read about in her letters. He wished he were a part of her life like all these other things.
The following day, Will and Elizabeth woke early to pack and load the car. Will left all the business clothes he knew he wasn't going to need. They made sure they had everything and that Grandmother would be well stocked with provisions, and then started out in the Renault. Elizabeth would be doing all the driving... and the map reading. Will's only job was to keep Elizabeth awake.
They spent the first couple of hours quietly listening to the radio. Will was fascinated by the variety of shows BBC had. Short stories, news, commentaries, history, current events, and more. Then Elizabeth got tired of driving and pulled off to get a drink. They stopped at one of the centers on the side of the motorway and had a midmorning snack. Then they got back on the road north.
Will said, "You remember when you asked me if I regretted telling you I loved you?"
Elizabeth nodded.
"On reconsidering, I don't think I regret telling you now. It would have been thoroughly dishonest to love you and not tell you. I think I had to tell you because my honor and conscience demanded it. That doesn't mean that I didn't hate the aftermath. I do regret the aftermath, but not telling you. I don't think I could say I wished I had never told you that day."
"I'm sorry about the aftermath."
"Don't go there again, Liz, I know."
"No, you don't," she said. "You don't understand." To Will's amazement, Elizabeth pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. She turned to him and taking his hands in hers, said, "You don't understand how guilty I feel for my self-centered and selfish actions after you told me. You put your heart on the line and I crushed it and everything else you'd ever offered me, which was a lot. You don't know how much I've agonized over the past, rolling in my guilt and wishing so much I could go back in time and change it. But I can't, so I sit and wallow in my self-pity and guilt. When I went back to Boston and Jane told me you still cared and kept up with my doings, I was surprised. I thought you would have moved on. It never occurred to me that I would have that big of an affect on your life. And then I saw you and you were so altered. So thin and gaunt and a workaholic. It tore me apart to see what I had done to you." Her voice began to falter and choke up. She pulled her hands out of his and put them over her face. She took a heaving breath and said, "I just don't understand why or how you can still love me after what I've done to you." She began to cry in earnest.
Will unbuckled their seatbelts and took her into his arms. She gratefully buried her face in his shoulders, wrapping her arms around his neck. He soothingly rubbed her back but didn't say anything for a few minutes. "Elizabeth, I was a ghost of the person you knew before you left, but as you said, you can't change what happened. I acknowledge your apology for what you did to me, but since the Bingley's wedding, you have been trying to rectify the damage you did, and right now, you have given me everything you honestly could. I can't ask for more than you can give."
"Why?" she managed to say.
"Why can't I ask more than you can give?"
"No, why do you still love me?"
"Elizabeth, you're an incredible person and you don't realize it. You light up my day by just being there. You make me laugh at the littlest things but it's wonderful to do anyway. You are caring and loyal and talented. The little flaws you have don't nearly overshadow your good qualities. Everyone has flaws. I'm sure you know mine well. But it doesn't make me stop loving you. I knew that what I told you was hard on you and I didn't tell you in the best way. You weren't ready to handle it. You couldn't help reacting the way you did."
Elizabeth had stopped crying and was now only sniffling occasionally. She remained in his arms resting her head on his shoulder. "You're too good for me, Will. You're like Jane. Too sweet and good."
"I don't think so. Now dry your eyes and lets get going before a policeman investigates. I'm sure this wouldn't look right to an outsider."
This got a short laugh from Elizabeth. She scrubbed her eyes with her sleeves and started the car again. Once they were back on the road, Will took her hand in his and asked with concern, "You okay?"
Elizabeth nodded, but couldn't trust herself to speak yet. She still had the clenched throat that threatened to start her crying again.
After thirty kilometers, Elizabeth was more herself. Will decided to take the stand of 'it didn't happen'. Elizabeth rarely let anyone see how vulnerable and fragile she was. She thoroughly disliked and resented it when her weakness showed. Will knew better than to talk about it.
They reached the flat several hours after dark. Elizabeth, who had been mailed the keys and instructions, let them in and flopped into one of the easy chairs in the living room. Will brought in the bags and put them in the hall.
"Which room is yours?"
"I'll take the far room, you can have the other one."
Will put the bags in their respective rooms and sat down on the sofa after taking a look at the flat. They sat in silence for a few minutes. "Nice flat."
"Nothing to your usual, I'm sure, but it is a nice retreat for my grandparents."
"I like it a whole lot better than the hotel room. It's personal and welcoming. More homelike. You must be tired. I'm sorry I couldn't have shared the driving."
"It's fine. We could easily have taken a train. But this allows us more maneuverability."
"Why don't you go on to bed? We can discuss everything else tomorrow."
"All right. You can potter around here for a bit. I'm not sure what kind of food and drink there is left, but you're welcome to anything here."
"Thanks. I'll see you in the morning."
Elizabeth retired, sleeping soundly till morning. Who should wake our heroine in the morning but our hero? Like Sleeping Beauty every morning or something. Anyway, the usual routine was started with Will coming into her room and gently shaking her (sorry, not a kiss) saying, "Elizabeth, wake up. Elizabeth, it's 9:30."
Elizabeth turned over and put a pillow over head. Will heard her muffled mumble, "Don't you ever sleep in?"
"Nope. It's actually a nice, sunny day and you wouldn't want to waste it, now would you?"
"Will, pleeeeze?"
"Come on, get up and we'll make the best of the daylight left. We have to go grocery shopping at least."
"Fine, I'll get up, just go away and let me sleep for five more minutes."
"All right. I'll come in here in five minutes and I expect to see you out of that bed."
"Will," she whined. "You're mean!"
"I know. I'm a mean slavedriver. Get up and you'll thank me for it later."
Will left Elizabeth still buried beneath the warm covers. Three minutes later, Will heard her door open. He stuck his head out of the kitchen to glimpse Elizabeth clad in sky blue pajama bottoms decorated with puffy white clouds, a bright red pajama top with Christmas trees and her hair like a massive bird's nest. She had a decidedly grumpy look on her face and she dragged her feet as she made her way to the bathroom. Will chuckled quietly and went back to making tea.
Elizabeth came out of the bathroom looking refreshed, less grumpy, and a lot neater. She put her things in her room and made her bed before joining Will in the kitchen.
"Good morning."
"A very good morning to you, too. I thought I would have to haul you out of bed and stick you in a cold shower."
"I would have gotten revenge at some point."
"I don't doubt it."
"What's for breakfast?"
"Tea."
"That's it? Just tea?"
"That's all there is. We'll have to go shopping."
"Fine."
After drinking their supper, they got in the car and drove to the market. Elizabeth got a trolley and walked down the aisles with Will, picking items off the shelves. Prawn crisps, bread, malt bread, Lilt, Squash, and of course Ribena, sunflower spread, pork pies, scones, strawberry jam, sandwich meat, potato crisps, Penguin bars, Whispas, Aeros, Fruit Pastilles, as well as other more ordinary, common items. Elizabeth did her best to choose distinctly British food that Will would not find in America. They just happened to be foods she loved, too.
As they shopped, Will would try and sneak in food like ice cream and cookies and other goodies. Elizabeth was puzzled at first, but once she caught him, it became a contest for him to sneak food into her cart. They laughed and joked shamelessly, often drawing attention. In the end, Will paid for the groceries anyway, though Elizabeth protested his gallantry.
When they had finished, they drove back to the flat and carried the groceries into the kitchen. Elizabeth unpacked and put the things away while Will made them breakfast, which by this time was more like lunch.
They sat down to their lunch in silence, looking out the window over Conwy. The day held fine weather and should not be wasted.
"What do you want to do today?"
"I don't really know what there is to do, here. I'm at your mercy."
"I suggest either a walk in the hills or visiting the castle."
"I feel like a long hike through the hills."
"Great. We can pack a midafternoon snack and eat up on the peaks. Now, Grandpa said there would be some maps of the surrounding countryside in the desk over there, so we can follow an actual path and not get lost. Well, at least if I do the map reading we won't."
"Am I ever going to live that down?"
"Hey, I found your one flaw and I need to keep reminding myself of it, so yes, you can suffer for a few years."
"I don't remind me of your flaws."
"You don't need to."
"You're still insufferable, Elizabeth."
"I am glad I haven't changed that much."
"Are you finished? I'll wash up while you pack the lunch."
"Deal."
They gathered their things together and dressed very warmly, as it was freezing with the wind blowing over the peaks. They didn't walk far as neither of them were fit enough to handle a long walk in the cold wind. When they reached the top of the small mountain, they stood and looked out over the view of mountains in the dying light. Though it was only going on four o' clock, the sun was already setting. Will surreptitiously slung his arm around Elizabeth's shoulders as they gazed at the vista. They couldn't stay long as it was bitterly cold and the light was waning.
They started down the path and ate as they went along the meal they had packed. By the time they had reached the flat, it was full dark and even colder. Elizabeth turned the heating on and lit the gas fire. Will pulled off his boots and then helped Elizabeth with hers. He got their slippers and tossed Elizabeth hers while he put on his own. She was right. They were warm and incredibly comfortable after clunking about the countryside in boots.
"Would you like some hot chocolate or tea?"
"Chocolate would be lovely, thanks."
Elizabeth got up from in front of the warm fire and made the drinks. She handed Will his and sat next to him in the living room.
"That was a lovely walk."
"I'd forgotten how nice it is here."
"How often have you come to this flat?"
"Quite a bit over the years."
"What do you want to do now?"
"I think you should experience some of the fine English television. But let me change into some more comfortable but warm clothes."
Will followed her example, and they spent the evening watching the different shows. Will was interested in the differences and similarities in the television. BBC didn't have any commercials and seemed to provide a wide variety of shows to watch. Some shows were American, like Frasier and Friends.
At one point, Elizabeth went into the kitchen, and prepared a large, hot meal. Will didn't even realize she was doing it until she put it on the table.
"Is that what you were doing in the kitchen? You didn't have to cook this big meal."
"Don't go thinking I did it all to impress you. I love the traditional, large, English meal. Besides, we need it after that long hike. Come and sit down so we can start."
So they sat down to the sumptuous meal and talked about various things, including the next day's activities.
The next few days were much the same. Living a simple, pleasant life. They often walked, they explored Conwy's castle, they went to see a pantomime, and relaxed in each other's company.
One evening, Elizabeth went out and brought home fish and chips wrapped in newspaper. At first, Will was completely confused at food being brought home in a newspaper, but Elizabeth explained and assured him that it was perfectly fine to eat. Elizabeth's favourite food was fish and chips, and wanted Will to like it too. He did. Not as much as Elizabeth, but he did like the filling meal.
Both were having the times of their lives. Will didn't want to go back to America ever again if they could just continue this idyllic life. Elizabeth had never imagined such contentment. Granted she wasn't working, she still wished she could live like this more, if not forever. She couldn't say forever because she was sure she'd get bored at some point.
The day before they were due to leave the flat, Elizabeth took Will to her favourite spot in the mountains. It was a long walk, and Will complained along the way about the length and the rather dismal, cold weather. But Elizabeth just implored him to trust her and follow. Will couldn't deny her anything, so he reluctantly followed her through the heather and rocks on the mountain.
Finally, they reached the spot. It allowed them to see along a beautiful valley with farms dotting the bottom and sheep pastures along the mountainsides. From their vantagepoint, they could see sunlight breaking through the clouds in some places. The effect produced was like in the paintings when God spoke, or Heaven shone through the clouds. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
Will ceased all grumblings and misgivings when he saw the sight. It was truly magnificent. Elizabeth looked at his face, seeking his approval and appreciation. She wasn't disappointed. She stood beside him and slipped her arm around his waist while he automatically rested his over her shoulders. For several minutes they stood and silently gazed out at the view.
"Will?"
"Hmm?"
"Would it still be of any significance to you if I said I love you?"
"What?" he said, turning is full attention to her.
"I said I love you."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"You're not just saying that because...."
"No, I mean it. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."
Will turned to face her. Elizabeth was too shy to look him in the eye. He pulled his gloves off and put one hand under her chin, pulling it up and forcing her to look at him. What she saw made it feel like a hand clenched and squeezed her heart. He looked so hopeful yet so frightened. This gave her the courage to look him in the eye to prove she loved him. His other hand came up to rest on her cheek. She smiled shyly as his eyes flicked over her face. Her heart fluttered uncontrollably now, making her feel giddy and lightheaded. The hand under her chin moved up and his thumb caressed her lips.
"Are these lips still virgin?" he asked, half in jest.
She nodded slightly.
"Then may I have the honor?"
She couldn't bring herself to respond. He didn't wait for a response. After three years he couldn't wait. He leaned forward and Elizabeth closed her eyes. It seemed forever before she felt his warm lips on her embarrassingly chapped ones. Bad timing she thought to herself. However, the sheer thrill and emotion of Will's kiss pushed all other thoughts out of her mind. His warm hands caressed her cold face. Sometimes she couldn't even feel his hands were there she was so numb. She did feel her inexperience, though. But Will felt that what she lacked in experience she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Too soon, they pulled apart. Elizabeth didn't even realize she had initiated her second try at kissing until they were in the middle. Will's arms wrapped around Elizabeth pulling her as tightly to his well-clothed body as possible while Elizabeth's arms encircled his neck. Finally they broke away again and Elizabeth rested her chin on his shoulder, closing her eyes and reveling in the feeling of being held tightly in his arms.
Will whispered, "I can't believe it."
"I can. Believe it, Will. I may have taken more than three years longer to realize my love, but it doesn't make it any weaker."
Will held her tighter and said, "I love you so much, Elizabeth. You have no idea what it feels like to know you do, too."
Elizabeth felt her throat clenching, a sign indicating she was on the verge of tears. She took a deep, ragged breath. Will pulled back to kiss her once more. Elizabeth accepted his attention in contentment, finally comprehending what she had been missing all those years. When they broke away this time, Elizabeth released her stranglehold on his neck and wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning into his firm strength and nestling her head against his chest. Will rested his chin on top of her head.
"What made you change your mind?" he asked.
"I didn't need to 'change my mind'. I just needed to develop. Writing to you and then seeing you again after such a long time made me realize I am never as happy as I am with you. And after living an ordinary life with you this week, I discovered that that was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Before I knew it, I loved you."
Will kissed her lightly and asked, "Where do we go from here?"
"I can't leave England and you can't leave Boston."
"Why can't you leave England? You can have a job in any one of my businesses in a moment's notice."
"First, I can't leave my grandmother alone, and second, I don't like your handouts anyway. But thanks."
"Shall we talk about it on the way home? Much as I desire you to be in my arms, it is getting colder and I suspect rain or snow in a while."
"Of course. And you took your gloves off, too."
They reluctantly split apart and Will picked up his gloves from where he'd dropped them on the ground. He put his left-hand glove on and took Elizabeth's left hand glove off.
"What are you doing, Will?" Elizabeth asked with a laugh.
Will didn't reply, but took her bare hand in his, and tucked the clasped hands into his pocket, pulling her close to his side as he did. Elizabeth laughed at him but didn't pull away. She just gave his hand a squeeze and they started walking home.
Partway on their return, Will asked, "Do you still love me?"
"Of course I do, why?"
"Just checking."
"I won't recant my words, Will. Ever."
"Ever?"
"Do you doubt me so much?"
"No! I'm just in denial. My dearest and fondest wish for so long has finally been fulfilled and I can't grasp the concept."
Elizabeth gave his hand another squeeze. "I'm sorry I'm an ass, Will."
"Don't be silly. You're not an ass, just delayed, that's all."
"I'm delayed, am I?" Elizabeth replied with a laugh. "That's a new way of putting it."
"It doesn't matter now, anyway."
When they reached the flat, they split apart to change into warm, comfortable clothes and their slippers. Elizabeth began to make hot chocolate while Will put away things from their trip. Elizabeth watched him while the mugs were in the microwave. Will stopped when he noticed her scrutiny.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"No, why are you looking at me?"
"You're not insecure, are you?" she asked with incredulity.
"Maybe, yes!"
"If you're that curious, I was musing about how much I like this arrangement. We're so comfortable and easy together sometimes. And other times, like now, we're not. We're still both very unsure and insecure."
She turned to take the mugs out of the microwave and stir them. Suddenly, Will's arms were about her waste and he rested his chin on her shoulder. "You think we're unsure and insecure?"
Elizabeth felt his heat behind her and inadvertently leaned back some. Her mind was going confused at his proximity. She managed to nod.
Will began to nuzzle her neck and murmured, "You still think so?"
Elizabeth enjoyed the sensation entirely too much. Collecting her scattered thoughts, she said, "If you're not careful, the hot chocolate will spill. I love you dearly, Will Darcy, but not enough to waste hot chocolate after a long, cold walk. Let's go into the living room."
Will desisted and released her while she carried the mugs through to the living room. She put them down and then sat next to Will on the sofa. For a few minutes they blew on the hot liquid and sipped in silence.
Finally, Elizabeth said, "Come, Mr. Darcy. We must have some conversation, a very little will suffice."
"What am I supposed to say? Words evade me right now."
"I still want to know how you could ever love me, but you've already tried explaining that once already without much success."
"Then why don't you try and explain how you could love me?"
"Fine then. You're caring, loving, extremely intelligent, possess a wonderful sense of humour, fair-"
"Wait, fair as in a pretty maiden, or fair as in just?"
"Both. No, I'm kidding. I meant just. You tolerate my moods with surprising patience, you disregard the barriers I set up, and a big bonus is that you're the most handsome man I've ever met in my life. There are plenty of reasons why I should love you."
Will kissed her gently and then asked quietly, "What took you so long?"
"I don't even know anymore. It seems so right and natural, I don't know what I was thinking."
"What happens now, though? I can't just go back to Boston and pretend like nothing's changed. Being separated from you is going to be harder than ever."
"I feel the same way. We can talk over the phone often, and I'll try and fly to Boston the next holiday I get. Anything more long term than that I can't work out. Grandmother needs me here with her, and you have responsibilities in America. We're stuck where we are."
"I can't just sit back and accept that we're going to continue a long distance relationship indefinitely."
"We'll think of something to work it out. But for now we're going to have to accept it. At least I know what ultimate happiness is supposed to feel like."
"Sure, now everyday life will seem even less bearable."
"Who's turning into the pessimist?"
"I have every right to turn pessimistic."
"We go back to London in the morning and put you on the flight back to Boston the next day while I go back to my dismal office job. At least I'll have something substantial to gossip about to John."
"You won't get rid of me that easily."
"I can imagine I won't."
Elizabeth took their cups into the kitchen and then sat back down on the couch. Will pulled her onto his lap and Elizabeth gratefully cuddled against him. It just felt so good to be held by him so securely, like they wouldn't be separated indefinitely again in two days. They could just go on living peacefully and happily in the flat until they uprooted and moved somewhere more interesting.
Elizabeth was soon fast asleep in Will's arms. He picked her up and carried her to her room. He laid her in her bed and stretched out beside her, gazing at her sleeping face and lovingly brushing back some imaginary strands of hair. He had never felt so content before in his life. He finally felt complete. Elizabeth had finally declared she loved him. He heard the words he'd been dreaming of for so long that day on the mountaintop. At the same time as he was feeling an exultant happiness, he felt the agony of being torn from this incredible woman. He vowed to fly over and see her whenever she had a three-day weekend. Maybe sometimes to surprise her. He would find ways of lessening the misery of being separated from her.
Eventually, Will fell asleep beside her on top of the covers. He had fully intended to go to his own bed, but had accidentally dozed off. In the middle of the night, Will woke up freezing on top of the covers. He sleepily crawled beneath them and settled against the other warm body.
For the first time ever, Will didn't wake up Elizabeth. It wasn't because she woke before him, it was because she was nestled against him, one arm draped across his chest and her head resting on his shoulder with his own arm around her back. He felt so happily content, he didn't want to wake her up lest she pull away from him and/or get out of bed. So he lay back staring at the ceiling and absentmindedly stroking her back.
Finally, Elizabeth woke up on her own accord. It was a long process of coming to awareness. This slowness at wakening allowed her to realize where she was before her reflexes came around to let her pull away. So by the time her reflexes and movement allowed her to pull away, she didn't want to. It felt marvelous to be held so lovingly and protectively. She did eventually murmur a good morning to Will.
"The best morning, I'd say, my love."
Elizabeth lazily smiled but didn't reply nor move to Will's relief. A little later, Elizabeth lifted her head enough to see the clock. It was at least past ten o' clock. "We really should get moving. We have to pack and load the car and shut down the house."
Elizabeth reluctantly pulled away and sat up but not before kissing him lightly. She got out of bed and after putting on her slippers, shuffled to the bathroom. She showered and dressed and began to pack. Will packed then washed up. Together they sat down for a late breakfast.
"Last meal in the house. We should take everything that will spoil with us. Make sure the heating and water are turned off and empty the pipes of water in case they freeze. Make sure the fire and gas are turned off and all the windows are locked."
"You check the flat while I pack everything into the car."
"What are you going to do with all your things? Are you going to take them home with you?"
"I was thinking I would, yes. I'll need another suitcase for it, but I liked the things and want to take them home with me."
"I'm glad."
"Let's get going then. It'll be a long drive back for you."
In an hour they were on the road back to London. They talked a little, they listened to the radio, and they silently held hands when traffic was quiet. They stopped several times to get drinks, eat lunch and dinner, as well as to go the bathroom and stretch.
It was late at night when they walked up to the house on Sunbury Court Island. Elizabeth and Will quietly crept in, leaving their bags in the anteroom. Elizabeth made sure her grandmother was sleeping in her room before flopping into her own bed. Elizabeth was so tired she was nearly asleep when Will came in.
"Can I sleep next you?"
"Hmm," she replied, sleepily.
Will shed his shoes and pulled hers off. He climbed in beside her and pulled the covers over them, snuggling Elizabeth against his side. Elizabeth was fast asleep in a minute while Will stayed awake, thinking about the past, present and future. The bleakness without Elizabeth and the happiness with her. Finally, Will drifted off to sleep.
Will made sure to wake early and get out of the bed. He cooled off in the bathroom and showered. He dressed in a nice suit for his journey home. Elizabeth was awake when he returned. She smiled at him and he kissed her.
"Good morning."
"Lovely morning. How long until we have to leave?"
"About forty-five minutes."
"Are you packed?"
"I was wondering if I could borrow a suitcase to put all my business things in."
"Sure. I'll have to climb up into the attic. Hold on and I'll go get it."
Elizabeth pulled a ladder down from the ceiling and climbed up it to get into the roof space that served as an attic. She tossed a suitcase down to Will and then climbed back down and put the ladder away. Elizabeth showered and dressed while Will packed.
They joined Grandmother for a last breakfast of homemade lemon curd on toast, cereal and orange juice.
"When are you returning?" asked Grandmother.
"It's not definite. I will return though, you can count on that," Will said with a smile at Elizabeth who blushed.
"You are welcome any time you want to visit. It has been a pleasure having you here."
"Thank you, though the pleasure is all mine. I extend an invitation to you both to come stay at Pemberley anytime you want and for as long as you want. Pemberley has more than enough room, and it would increase my numbers at dinner from one to three."
"You are alone in your mansion?"
"Very much alone."
Elizabeth avoided eye contact, downcast. "Are you ready to go, Will? We need to be leaving in a couple of minutes."
"Of course."
They got up from the table, washed their dishes and walked out to the living room. Grandmother gave Will a hug. "Come back soon, my dear."
"I will. Thank you so much for everything."
"Have a safe trip."
"Good bye."
Elizabeth carried one suitcase while Will carried his laptop, briefcase, and other suitcase. As they walked down the path, Elizabeth asked, "Are you sure you'll be able to take all this stuff on the plane."
"They wouldn't normally let people, but I just drop a couple of names and big bills and everything works out smoothly."
"Will Darcy, you don't!"
"I sure do."
"That's illegal, isn't it?"
"I've never dared find out. I only do it if I know that the flight isn't full and they have both space and weight to spare. I rarely ever do it, too."
"Still, it's the principal of the thing."
"Fine, I won't talk about all the other shady deeds I do."
"Good. I don't want to hear about them. Ignorance is bliss in this case."
They drove to the airport and Elizabeth helped him with his bags to the gate. They had a long line to wait through and spent it in silence, arms linked around each other's waists. Once he had checked in, they went to sit down in a café with a cup of hot chocolate and while away the time until his flight.
"What do you do when you get back?"
"Go back to work."
"Haven't they been missing you while you've been on holiday?"
"I'm sure they have."
"I didn't see you even check your email while you were at the flat. Have you had no contact with your businesses?"
Will shook his head. "I've devoted my entire life to them for over three years. I decided to take two weeks of a break for once. It was more than worth it. Very productive, if I don't say so myself."
"What, your potential business partner?"
"Actually, um... there is no potential business partner."
"What?"
"I have a confession."
"I don't like the sound of that, but I'm listening."
"I never had any business to do in London. I made up the pretense to come see you."
"You just made up a reason to come to London and have the excuse to see me?"
"Isn't that what I said?"
"I know, I was verifying!"
"Yes! That's what I did. Are you mad?"
"No. I'm just hurt you had to have an excuse to come and visit. Why didn't you just say you were crossing the Atlantic to see me?"
"I didn't know you would like that."
"I'm always amazed at your impression of me before this week's understandings."
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again, ok?"
"Fine. I'm not angry or hurt in the least, my love. It's extremely flattering and I couldn't have asked for a better outcome."
"I'm certain I wasn't expecting to have your love when I returned. I was just satisfying my yearning to see you."
Elizabeth squeezed his hand over the table and then let go.
"When do you see Georgiana?"
"I'm not sure. I'll have to call her when I get back and tell her the news as well as invite her to come home the next time she's free."
"Don't tell Jane if you can help it. I'd like to speak to her myself first. It's only right since she's probably known I loved you since before I left Boston. She hasn't been pushy though, which is what I love about her. She's subtly guided me but never forced."
"Ideal for you, I see."
"As soon as I know I'm being pushed into something, I start resisting, even if it's the way I wanted to go anyway."
"Stupid, isn't it?"
Elizabeth laughed and nodded.
"We'd better get to your gate, shouldn't we?"
"You're coming aren't you?" Will asked.
"Of course. I'll leave after you're on the plane."
"I'm really glad you're here with me."
"I'm milking every minute we still have together."
"Christmas is in a couple of weeks. Do you have any time off work?"
"I used all that time for last week. I'll have Christmas Day and Eve, Boxing Day, and New Year's Day and Eve off. But you'll be spending that time with Georgiana, won't you?"
"I usually do, yes." Will seemed to hesitate.
Elizabeth gave him the invitation he had been waiting for. "I'll be having Christmas with my grandparents again, but you're welcome to join us. I'm sure they'll all love to finally meet you."
"Are you sure?" he asked, not wanting to jump too eagerly at the offer.
"Of course. Spend Christmas with me."
"All right. I guess Georgiana and I could celebrate a few days off. I should get plane tickets now, though. When should I get here?"
"Why don't you arrive the day before Christmas Eve? You can leave after Boxing Day or stay through the New Year and just find other things to occupy yourself with while I'm at work."
"I'll try and get the tickets then. That makes this parting a whole lot easier."
Elizabeth laughed shakily and nodded. "I admit I've wanted to cry several times today already."
Will took her hand in his as they walked through the large airport. They sat down and talked until his gate was called. When it was called, they stood up and slowly walked to the gate. They paused and awkwardly looked at each other. Elizabeth tried to smile and say 'Have a safe trip' but couldn't. Will opened his arms without a word and Elizabeth gratefully walked into them. They kissed and embraced for several minutes before breaking apart. Elizabeth's eyes were filling and she said, "I love you. See you in a couple of weeks."
Will caressed her cheek for a moment and nodded. "I love you very dearly. I'll be on the earliest flight to London."
Will walked onto the plane and Elizabeth turned to slowly walk back outside and then to work.