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Chapter 26
The chapel seemed empty. Elizabeth glanced around as she sat down on the hard wooden bench, smiling at a young girl sitting across the aisle. The pews were filled with the usual parishioners; it was just her row that seemed empty. For the past few weeks she hadn't been alone at church, but today she was very much alone. The men who had joined her for services lately were now scattered across the globe - Peter back in Connecticut, Hugh in London, Ian home with his mother, and William somewhere between them.
I hope Geoffrey will be able to help, she thought as she absently turned the pages of the hymnal. There must be a way for William to get Hugh back.
After the service Elizabeth visited with some fellow churchgoers, several asked about William.
"He had some business in London," she replied to the queries.
"We hope to see him again soon."
"I'm sure you will." Elizabeth smiled, pleased with their interest, and a bit curious as to how William would respond to it.
Sir Wilfred greeted Elizabeth excitedly upon her return from church.
"You must have missed me," she said as she lifted him out of his pen. "Let me change out of these clothes, and then we'll have lunch."
After setting the puppy down on the floor Elizabeth headed upstairs to the bedroom. She slipped her shoes off and was stepping out of her skirt when the telephone began to ring.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Elizabeth."
"William, I've been thinking about you."
"I'm pleased to hear that."
"How was your drive?"
"It was long."
"You sound tired." Elizabeth sat down on the edge of her bed. "Have you been able to speak to Hugh?"
"No, I rang his number, but there was no answer."
"Hmmm..."
"Cecilia can't keep Hugh from me forever," William said, his voice tinged with frustration. "I'm anxious to hear what Geoffrey has to say."
"When will you meet with him?"
"Tonight, Anne has invited me to join them for dinner."
"That'll be nice for you to spend the evening with them."
He sighed deeply. "I suppose."
"You sound exhausted. When was the last time you slept?" She could hear him groan, mumbling incoherently. "Why don't you take a nap before you see Geoffrey tonight?"
"I doubt that sleep would come at this point."
"Maybe you could at least try."
"I'd rather stay on the phone with you."
"All right."
"How was church today?"
"It was very enjoyable, although I missed you being there."
"You did?"
"Yes," Elizabeth replied, thinking about how she had sat alone that morning wishing that William was beside her. "I missed hearing you sing."
William chuckled aloud.
"But I'm not the only one who missed seeing you there. Several people asked about you."
"I'm sure one of those people was Simon Thatcher."
"He was. How did you know?"
"Simon has taken a very keen interest in my attending church."
"He's spoken to you about it?" Elizabeth asked, curious about this association William seemed to have with Simon Thatcher - she couldn't recall having seen the two of them talking without her being a part of the discussion.
"Yes, Simon and I have spent a fair amount of time together these few weeks."
"Is that so?"
"We've had lunch a few times, and he's called round."
"I wasn't aware of that. That's wonderful."
"What else did he have to say?" William asked.
Elizabeth leaned over, trying to get more comfortable as she told William about the conversation she'd had that morning after church. The couple continued to talk until Wilfred's whimpering reminded Elizabeth that she needed to tend to him. "William, I need to go."
"Why?" he questioned, his voice revealing his disappointment.
"Wilfred needs my attention."
"I'd better let you go then."
"Call me later, after your dinner meeting."
"I'll do that."
Elizabeth spent that evening at the Lucas's. Charlotte had prepared a delectable meal for her friends and after they had eaten they passed the remainder of their time indoors due to the wet weather. Elizabeth was glad for the company. Sir Percy was always amusing and she found it heartwarming to watch his attentions toward Julianne.
Later when Elizabeth was conversing privately with Sir Percy she playfully teased him about his increasing devotion to her friend. "You know, I'm beginning to think you may have to break your vow of bachelorhood."
Sir Percy chuckled. "I haven't a clue of what you mean."
Elizabeth laughed. "Well then, you'll certainly be surprised when you find out."
They both turned to look across the room to watch Julianne helping Charlotte with dessert.
"She is quite wonderful," he said without breaking his stare. "Do you think she'd want to spend the rest of her life with me?"
At that moment Julianne looked over and smiled sweetly at Sir Percy. Elizabeth watched his face light up. "I have no doubt she would."
He cast Elizabeth a hopeful glance.
"She has such a partiality for you, how could you not recognize it?"
"Well, it's not difficult to understand why she would," he said with mock vanity. "But seriously, Elizabeth, how do I know she's the one? Is there some secret, unspoken sign? Tell me, how does one know?" He looked at her earnestly. "How did you know your husband was the right man for you?"
"How did I know?"
Sir Percy nodded his head anxiously.
"How did I know?" she murmured to herself as her brow furrowed in deep thought. "It wasn't by a grand manifestation, or any sort of sign. It was more of coming to the realization that I didn't want to live my life without him, that I wanted to know everything there was to know about him and spend every minute I could with him. I wanted to start each day with Jonas by my side." Elizabeth sat motionless, wearing a faraway look as if in a trance. After several moments she turned to face Sir Percy, her eyes glistening. "But I knew that I really loved him when I cared more about his well-being than I did my own."
Sir Percy took hold of her hand. "Darling, Jonas was a very lucky man." He gave her hand a squeeze. "Any man who could earn your love would call himself lucky."
"Thank you. Julianne is very lucky to have your affection, and if you find that you don't want to spend a single day without her in your life, then you should tell her so."
Sir Percy inclined his head. "And I would be a lucky man if she were to accept me."
"Love doesn't happen every day. Not everyone is fortunate enough to find someone that they can truly love and have that love returned."
"You've given me much to think on and offered me hope for my future happiness, Elizabeth. I wish I could share something with you that would bring you joy."
"Don't worry about me. I have enough in my life to give me joy."
"Forgive me for prying, but does Fitz have a part in that?"
Elizabeth pondered the question for a moment before responding. "Fitzwilliam is someone that I care a great deal about."
"And do you think he could ever be more than that?"
"You, sir, are asking questions that I don't even like to ask myself and if I were to discuss the subject I think I would do so with Fitzwilliam himself."
"In other words, I should mind my business," Sir Percy said with good humor. "I know my place, but if you ever do want to talk about this with someone other than Fitz, I'm here if you'd like."
Elizabeth smiled warmly. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Speaking of Fitz, have you heard from the old boy today? He rang me this morning from London to tell me that he was meeting with Geoffrey, but I haven't heard anything more."
"He's only informed me of his intention to gain custody of Hugh. He'll most likely know more after he's met with your brother tonight."
"I hope it all works out for the best." Sir Percy grimaced. "What a pretty kettle of fish, that."
She nodded in agreement.
"Cecilia has certainly taken him for a ride. He'll come out all right though."
"I hope so."
Elizabeth was in bed reading when William called to tell her about his meeting with Geoffrey.
"So, does he think you have a chance of getting Hugh back?"
"It's difficult to say. That largely depends on Cecilia."
"But Geoffrey's hopeful isn't he?"
"Yes, some of what he had to say was encouraging, it's just..." William paused, sighing as he sat down in a comfortable chair. "My fear is that this business will carry on indefinitely."
"No matter how long it may take the end result will be well worth it."
"But what if I lose Hugh forever?" The fatigue and frustration were clearly evident in his voice.
"You won't lose him forever," Elizabeth said, trying to offer support and encouragement. "Even if Cecilia retains custody you will never lose your relationship with your son. You said yourself that things between you and Hugh were better than ever. You'll never lose that, William."
For several moments he didn't respond. "How are you able to manage that?" he finally asked.
"Manage what?"
"You always seem to say exactly what I need to hear."
"Oh, I don't know about that."
"You really do."
"Well, thank you very much," Elizabeth replied in a playful tone. "I do actually pride myself on always knowing the right thing to say andnever hesitating to share my opinions."
William chuckled. "Now somehow that doesn't seem to ring true."
'You mean to tell me you don't find me officious?"
"Hardly. You are the last woman I would think of as officious, and believe me I've known quite a few."
"But I do have some very decided opinions and readily express them."
"Oh, love," William said affectionately. "You are a great many things, but officious you are not. You might find that people petition you for your opinion, but you aren't meddlesome. Have I ever told you about my Aunt Catherine?"
"You haven't."
"The stories about her highhandedness are legendary. You'll have to ask Geoffrey about her some time and how he dealt with her as a mother-in-law."
Snuggling down under the blankets, Elizabeth smiled to herself, enjoying this late night chat she and William were sharing. "Does Anne have the same disposition as her mother?"
"Anne isn't overbearing, but she likes to think of herself as a matchmaker of sorts."
"Is that so? How many women has she paired you up with?"
Groaning, William grimaced while sinking further into his chair. "More than I care to think about."
Elizabeth laughed softly. "I never liked being set up for dates. Fortunately I never had relatives who pushed the issue with me. Except one time my sister Jane introduced me to a guy she thought was perfect for me."
"Was he perfect? Did you date him?"
"No, but I married his brother."
"Ah."
"But the funny thing is I introduced Jane to her husband. I had a feeling they would hit it off."
"Are they still together?"
"They recently celebrated 25 years of marriage."
"Remarkable."
"They are."
"I'd like to meet them someday."
"Perhaps you will."
Elizabeth could hear William stifling a yawn and was thinking about saying goodnight when he spoke again. "Did you have an enjoyable evening at Charlotte's?"
"I did. Sir Percy was wondering how your business with Geoffrey was faring."
"Hmmm."
"He is completely in love with Julianne."
"Hmmm."
"He told me tonight that he's been thinking about his future with her. He was wondering how a person knows when they've found the right match." Elizabeth chuckled softly as she recalled Sir Percy's eager questioning. "You should have seen them tonight. He hardly left her side and never took his eyes off her. I know she's smitten, and he's so in love with her I won't be surprised if they marry before the year is out."
Expecting some sort of response from William, Elizabeth was surprised when she heard nothing from him. "William?"
There was still no response from the other end of the line. Raising her voice, she called out again. "William, are you still there?"
"Hmm?" he grunted. "Sorry?"
Laughing aloud, Elizabeth shook her head. "You're falling asleep, aren't you?"
"I believe I am," he replied, his voice raspy.
"I can't believe you dozed while I was talking." She feigned offense.
"Liz, don't be upset. I didn't mean to drift off, it's just that the sound of your voice..." He stopped short when he realized that Elizabeth was laughing. "You're not upset?"
"No, I'm not upset, but I am going to say goodbye now."
"But..."
"Goodnight, William. Get some sleep."
"I'll call you tomorrow."
"All right. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth woke up early Monday morning and thought about taking a run, but decided against it. "I'll just take Wilfred for a walk later."
After she had breakfast and tidied the kitchen she sat down at the computer to check her email. She smiled when she read her daily message from Peter and quickly sent off a reply to him.
The inbox also held a message from Jim Lamoreaux. He was writing about a young woman that Elizabeth had counseled with several years earlier - it seems she was getting married and was looking to find Elizabeth in order to share the news with her. A smile spread over Elizabeth's face. "Heather's getting married." She leaned back in her chair thinking about the many times she had sat with Heather trying to help the then teenager cope with her struggles. "How wonderful."
Having responded to Jim's message, Elizabeth turned off the laptop and grabbed Sir Wilfred's leash. "Do you want to go for a walk?" she asked the puppy as she knelt to scratch behind his ears. "Let's go." She attached the leash and the pair set off in the warm sunshine.
Charlotte was out in her yard when they passed in front of her house. "Hello, Charlotte." Elizabeth happily waved.
"Good morning," Charlotte greeted her friend. "So, this is the new puppy?"
"It is." Elizabeth bent down, scooping the dog up in her arms. "Isn't he adorable?"
"I suppose if you like smelly, drooling, hairy creatures." Charlotte eyed Sir Wilfred, but didn't reach out to pet him.
"Don't pay any attention to what she says, Wilfred."
"Come inside for a cup of tea," Charlotte said, motioning toward the house.
Elizabeth followed her friend into the kitchen, keeping hold of her wriggling puppy.
"I made biscuits today. I think they're still warm." Charlotte pointed to a plate on the table. "Help yourself."
Sitting down, Elizabeth set Wilfred on the floor making sure to hold onto his leash. She tried a biscuit. "Mmmm."
Charlotte joined Elizabeth at the kitchen table. "I saw Mary King this morning. She told me she enjoyed having lunch with you."
"She did?"
"Yes, I didn't realize that you and Mary had developed a friendship."
"I ran into Mary at the nursery. She helped me choose some flowers for my planters. I invited her to join me for lunch."
"That was very kind of you."
"It was very enjoyable. I'm glad she had a nice time," Elizabeth replied, remembering the guilt she felt for thinking of using Mary as a source of information about William and George Wickham. "She and I are meeting again tomorrow."
"That's wonderful. I know she's had a very rough time lately. It's good that she's making new friends."
"She seems to have had a lot of painful experiences."
"She has." Charlotte took a sip of tea. "And being married to George Wickham all those years didn't help matters."
"I'm sure it didn't. Mary didn't really say much about her marriage. Her experiences seem to have left her with many inhibitions."
"I think so. She was quite different when she was younger. Mary was very impetuous, almost reckless."
"Hmmm."
"That's why she married George, although there were people who warned her against it, but she was in love and was convinced that the cad loved her too."
"It's amazing the pain one person can cause in so many lives," Elizabeth said, thinking about Hugh's encounter with Wickham the previous week.
"Indeed." Charlotte took another drink. "I'm sure we don't know the full extent of it either. Like Fitz' heartbreak - I just know Wickham played a part in that."
"And still does."
"How so?"
"I have no doubt that he's behind William's first wife taking Hugh back to London."
Charlotte's eyes widened with surprise. "Do you think so?"
"I was out with the boys Wednesday last week and we ran into Wickham, and not three days later Hugh's mother makes a two and a half hour drive to take her son away. That's not coincidence."
"It does seem fishy."
"I still want to get to the bottom of that whole story."
"As do I." Charlotte nodded her head in agreement.
Sir Wilfred's yelping drew their attention. The pup had wound his leash around the legs of a chair and could no longer move about freely.
"Oh, baby," Elizabeth said, amusement filling her voice. "What have you done here?" Kneeling down, she untangled the twisted leash and picked up the little dog, stroking his head. "It's okay," she cooed.
Rolling her eyes, Charlotte shook her head. "You spoil that dog rotten."
"I do no such thing."
Charlotte made no response, just continued to shake her head as she stood to bring her teacup to the sink. "Elizabeth!" she cried out, pointing downward. "He piddled on my floor!"
Elizabeth looked at the puddle on the tiles, then at her friend whose expression of exaggerated horror caused Elizabeth to break out laughing.
"You find this amusing?"
As she continued to laugh Elizabeth shook her head. "Sorry, I'll clean that up."
Charlotte handed her some disinfectant and paper towels.
Holding Wilfred in one arm, Elizabeth crouched down to clean up the puppy's mess while still tittering.
"Next time you bring your little monster over we'll take tea on the veranda."
"Don't worry, Charlotte, next time I'll leave him at home."
Sitting in a chair near the window of his hotel room, William was deep in thought when the sound of his mobile ringing drew his attention. Slowly, he rose from his seat, trying to remember where he had left his phone as he followed the tones.
"Fitz, how goes it?" Sir Percy's gregarious voice called out.
"Well enough. How are you?" William grinned, thinking about Percy's unfailing friendship.
"Absolutely marvelous."
"You're in high spirits."
"That I am. Wish I could say the same for you. Has that brother of mine been any help at all?"
"Geoffrey's been brilliant. I spent the morning at his office with him. I trust he'll be able to sort this business out."
"Good, good," Sir Percy replied. "I was speaking to Elizabeth last night..."
"She told me."
"Did she mention what we spoke of?"
"She said that you are totally and completely in love."
"I'm totally in love?" Sir Percy laughed uncomfortably.
"And completely."
Sir Percy continued to chuckle nervously. "Now, why would she tell you that?"
"Come on, old boy, Elizabeth didn't need to tell me what I can see for myself."
"What do you see?" Sir Percy asked with a guarded tone in his voice.
William started chuckling. "You know what Antiphanes said about the two things a man can't hide? That he is drunk, and that he is in love."
"Sounds rather dodgy coming from you, Fitz, after all, you seem to think that nobody is aware of the fact that you're in love with Elizabeth Bennet."
"Do you think I'm in love with Elizabeth?"
"We've been friends our entire lives; do you think I can't tell when you've fallen for a woman? In case you've forgotten, I was there when you fell in love with your first wife."
"But I'm not so certain I was in love with Cecilia."
"You were. She may not have returned the sentiment, but you were definitely in love with her."
"But my feelings for Elizabeth are so different. If I was in love with Cecilia then how do I describe what I feel for Liz? It's so much more, like nothing I've ever felt before."
"Perhaps you've forgotten how much you loved Cecilia, even forgotten how you felt when she left."
William was silent for a moment, thinking about his first wife. "I don't know, Percy. I'll admit I was devastated when Cecilia left, but was it my heart that was broken or my pride?"
Sir Percy weighed his response. "I think perhaps both."
When he hung up the phone William sat staring out the window thinking about what his old friend had said. Percy thinks I'm in love with Elizabeth - I won't dispute that, I know I'm in love with her, but is being in love with a woman different from loving her? He laid his head back on the chair as he sank down into the cushion, continuing his ruminations about his feelings for Elizabeth.
"Have you made any progress?" Elizabeth asked William when he called that night.
"It's too early to tell, but nothing has changed as of yet."
"How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine. I had a full night's sleep and have kept busy working when I wasn't with Geoffrey."
"That's good."
"What about you? How was your day?"
"I found out today that Charlotte doesn't like dogs."
William chuckled. "No, she doesn't."
"She's banished Wilfred from her house."
"Did he make a mess of things?"
"Let's just say he made a little wet mess."
"He didn't."
"He did, and Charlotte wasn't very happy about it, but I think she was even more upset about my uncontrollable laughter."
"That sense of humor of yours - I told you it would get you in trouble."
"It has all my life." Elizabeth giggled.
"I wish I was there with you," William said. "Just hearing you laugh..." He paused, measuring his words. "I'm tired of being here alone. I'd like to be back in Derbyshire."
"This won't last forever - it may feel like it, but it won't."
"Well, at least I have late night phone conversations with you to keep me company."
"Yes, they are nice, but I'd much rather talk face to face. I miss seeing you."
A satisfied smile spread across William's face when he heard Elizabeth's profession. "Well then, let's hope Geoffrey has some good news for me soon so I'll be able to return home."
"I'll keep my fingers crossed."
"Charlotte tells me that you are dating Fitz Darcy," Mary said to Elizabeth as they ate their meal in the dining room of the Peacock Hotel.
A bit surprised with the remark Elizabeth held her composure. "I have been seeing Fitzwilliam. Are you acquainted with him?" she asked, fully aware that Mary did, in fact, know William.
"I am, at least I was many years ago."
"You're no longer friendly with each other?"
"We're no longer anything to each other."
"If you don't mind me asking, what happened between you?"
"We had a falling out ten or so years ago."
"That's quite a long time."
Mary nodded. "Too long."
"Have you tried to reconcile with him?"
"I'm afraid we'll never be able to."
"Whatever it was that happened between you couldn't have been so terrible a thing to never allow reconciliation."
"I think there's just too much water under the bridge."
"Really?"
"Do you think he would be willing to forget the past?"
"It's difficult for me to say. He hasn't told me anything about his relationship with you; I couldn't even venture a guess as to how he feels about you. What do you think?"
"I don't know." Mary sat silent for a moment. "The Darcys were very kind to me when I came to Lambton after my parents died, even treated me as their own daughter. Fitz is only a few years older than me, but he too adopted me as a member of the family. I didn't have a brother of my own, but I couldn't have asked for a more caring one than Fitz." She hesitated, staring off into the distance.
Leaning forward in her chair, Elizabeth waited anxiously for Mary to continue her narrative.
"He helped me get through a number of tough situations."
Elizabeth looked at Mary thoughtfully. "I remember a conversation I had with my father shortly before he passed away. He said that he felt like he had lived a full life and could die with few regrets. Mary, I can't imagine that two intelligent, sensible people would choose to live their lives with regrets from the past, especially if they could do something to change it."
"Do you think Fitz would forgive the past?"
"There's only one person who can answer that question for you."
The following afternoon Elizabeth took the puppy out for a walk. As they headed west on Lambton Road she noticed an eastbound car slowing down as it passed by. She hadn't seen who was inside, but when she heard the tires pull onto the side of the road behind her she immediately sped up her pace.
"Elizabeth!" a male voice yelled out to her. Not recognizing it she continued her brisk stride toward the village. "Elizabeth!" he shouted louder.
This time she realized the voice belonged to George Wickham. She cringed as she debated about how to greet him. Without stopping she turned briefly and waved. "Hello," she called back.
"What's your hurry?"
She could hear the hum of the engine as he slowly pulled the car along side her. "Just getting some exercise," she responded, keeping her pace.
"That's a handsome dog you have there."
"Thank you." She glanced at him, smiling politely.
"It looks like one of Darcy's."
What is it with him and the Darcys? She thought irritably, but said nothing.
"He always kept a pack of hounds."
"He has only one dog now."
"I wasn't aware of that."
Probably because he wants nothing to do with you and hasn't spoken to you in ten years. She knit her brow, feeling increasingly agitated as Wickham drove slowly beside her while she continued to walk along.
"But I haven't seen much of Darcy lately."
Unbelievable! How can he be so casual about his relationship with William? After what he did to him...but I don't know what he did, nobody knows except the two involved. Elizabeth's expression softened as thoughts began turning in her head. I want to find out what did happen...and you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar.
"Nor have I," she said as she slowed her step, glancing sideways.
"Are you going anywhere in particular?"
"No, just walking. Would you care to join me?"
Wickham pulled the car onto the shoulder of the road and parked. Elizabeth was amazed at how little encouragement he needed. He was rapidly by her side. "I've seen you out quite a lot, though you always seem to have companions."
"I have many new friends here in Lambton."
"I spent my childhood in Lambton."
"It's a wonderful place. I enjoy living here."
"Then you'll be sad to leave."
"I suppose I will, but I've no plans to leave yet."
"Wonderful."
Elizabeth eyed him curiously. "I thought you were leaving soon."
"I was planning to move back to London, but I'm still working on arrangements."
"I see."
They walked silently for several minutes. Elizabeth kept a discerning eye on Wickham, looking to find shades of the villain she'd heard described. It was easy to see how he had manipulated and injured so many - he had the ability to be very charming. She wondered if she had met Wickham before William would she have been drawn into his web and become another victim of his deceptions. I certainly hope not. She shuddered at the thought.
"When did you last speak to Fitzwilliam?" She mustered the courage to attack the subject.
Surprised at her abruptness, Wickham stopped and stared at Elizabeth with eyes like those of a deer caught in the headlamps of an approaching vehicle. He quickly regained himself. "It's been quite a while."
"You didn't speak to him at the ball?"
"No." He shook his head. "I ran into my ex-wife and decided to leave since my presence seemed to be upsetting her."
"It's a shame you didn't have a chance to talk with Fitzwilliam while at Pemberley. I'm sure he would have enjoyed renewing his friendship with you."
Wickham laughed awkwardly. "I'm not as sure about that as you seem to be."
"I thought you were friends."
"We were."
"What happened?"
"Nothing happened."
"Then why wouldn't Fitzwilliam want to visit with an old friend, especially one he hadn't seen lately?"
"I couldn't say."
"Hmmm," Elizabeth said, pursing her lips. "That seems so odd."
Casting his eyes downward, Wickham made no response.
Elizabeth watched her companion closely, trying to gauge his mood, wondering if she should keep pressing him. They had reached the village and had only to cross the lane to enter the park where Elizabeth thought they might have a seat to continue their discussion. "Let's sit down for a while." She gestured toward a wooden bench across the way.
"Okay."
There was no traffic on the road as they quickly made their way to the park. As she took a seat on the shaded bench Elizabeth positioned herself to face George Wickham. "Did you know that Hugh was back in London?" she asked.
"I, uh...actually, I did."
"Apparently his mother was anxious for him to return home. Are you still acquainted with Hugh's mother?"
Wickham was again surprised with Elizabeth's pointed question, but didn't show it. "I do know her," he replied after a moment's hesitation.
"So, you lost contact with Fitzwilliam, but you remained friendly with his wife. That's very curious."
"What's curious?"
"Staying friendly with an old friend's ex-wife but not with him."
"Well, I don't know if I'd truly call Darcy an old friend. We often weren't on friendly terms, in fact, I think he was jealous of me."
"Jealous?"
"Yes, in his behavior towards me he often displayed jealousy."
"Is that so?"
"Indeed." Wickham nodded his head. "I do believe he hates me."
"I don't think he's the only one."
"You are a witty and intriguing woman and you seem to take delight in abusing me."
"Quite the contrary, Mr. Wickham, I take no such delight. I merely want to know the truth of your history with the Darcys. I think it is you who takes pleasure in contributing to the misery of others."
"Your tongue is as sharp as a knife."
"I speak what I think. I happen to know several people who've suffered at your hand."
"Who? Darcy?"
"To name one."
Wickham's eyes darkened as they narrowed.
"Have you ever given any thought to the pain you might cause others with your actions? Or even tried to make recompense?"
"I don't know what you've heard about me, but maybe you need a different source of information."
"All my sources seem to think that you give pain to everyone you come into contact with."
Below the surface he was seething, using every ounce of his will to maintain his composure. "You seem to think of me as some sort of pariah whose greatest contribution would be to fall off the face of the earth."
"Oh, I wouldn't go that far, but you would probably make quite a few people happy if you were to leave Lambton."
"I've never given you cause to treat me so rudely. You must have spoken to Mary or even Darcy. Obviously you've listened to someone who wants to discredit me. That makes me question what type of person you are and why you've decided to attack my character."
Elizabeth's tone of voice had been calm throughout this conversation and her expression had remained pleasant. She could see that Wickham was struggling to control his temper as he flung accusations at her. "I hold no bitter feelings toward you, I have no reason to. I was simply looking to find out your side of the story. If you choose not to tell me you'll leave me no choice but to draw my conclusions from what I've already seen and heard."
"That is exactly what I'll do," he said brusquely as he stood and quickly strode away.
"You can't come with me today, Wilfred," Elizabeth said as she set the puppy down in his enclosure. "I'm having lunch with Charlotte so you need to stay here." She scratched him behind the ears. "I'll be back soon."
It was a warm day and Elizabeth breathed in the fresh air while heading toward Charlotte's house.
"Are you home alone today?" Elizabeth asked after she was greeted by her friend at the door.
"I am. Collins took Thomas and Maria to visit his mother."
"And you didn't want to join them?"
"No, my relationship with Mother Lucas thrives on distance - the more distance between us the healthier our relationship."
Elizabeth laughed. "Come now, she can't be as bad as you make her out to be."
Charlotte stared levelly at Elizabeth. "Right."
"Charlotte, you make me laugh. I'm sure your mother-in-law has many endearing qualities."
"Now you're making me laugh."
Shaking her head, Elizabeth followed Charlotte. A table was set with the meal ready and waiting. "You'll never believe the conversation I had yesterday," Elizabeth said as they took their seats.
"You don't think so?"
"I still don't believe it."
"With whom did you have this conversation?"
"George Wickham."
"My mind is reeling now. What did you and George talk about?"
"Well, let me start at the beginning," Elizabeth said, then told Charlotte about how Wickham had stopped her on the street, trying to converse with her.
"So you invited him to join you to see if he would tell you about what happened between him and Fitz?"
"Yes."
Charlotte chuckled aloud. "I thought you were mad when you told me that you had asked Fitz about this, and now you're telling me that you confronted George Wickham?"
"Yes, I did."
"And what did you learn?"
"Nothing really. He didn't tell me anything specific, but I'm even more convinced of his involvement with Hugh's mother."
Pulling her chair closer, Charlotte leaned in toward her friend. "Tell me everything, I'm dying to hear."
As Elizabeth recounted her experience Charlotte listened eagerly, occasionally interrupting with questions.
"I can't believe you said that to him," Charlotte remarked when Elizabeth had finished. "Leave it to you to charge straight to the heart of the matter."
"I wanted to know the truth of what happened between them."
"A noble effort, I'd say."
"But I'm still left to conjecture about the whole story."
"Maybe someday you'll hear the whole of it from Fitz. But perhaps, for now, you've succeeded in ridding us of George Wickham."
"Perhaps."
They chatted for a while longer and Elizabeth helped clear the table before bidding Charlotte farewell. She stepped out into the bright afternoon to make her way back home.
As she crossed the road she looked out over the open fields. A gentle breeze was blowing, moving the tall golden grass in sweeping waves. In the distance she could see a horseman and for a moment thought it was William, but knew that was impossible since he was still in London. Dismissing the thought, she continued on her way until she heard the sound of hoof beats drawing closer. Looking out across the meadow she again saw the rider and stood in disbelief as he called out her name. Her heart leapt within her breast. "William!" she cried as she moved toward him.
Reining in his horse, William quickly dismounted and strode to Elizabeth, taking her in his arms as they met. Her pulse beat wildly as he eagerly kissed her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss until they both realized they were standing near a public thoroughfare.
"Come with me," William said, taking Elizabeth's hand and leading her to Gawain. "Let's ride."
Elizabeth agreed, her heart still pounding as William took her by the waist and boosted her up to the saddle.
Taking a seat behind Elizabeth, William breathed her in as he reached around her to take hold of the reins. "I've missed you," he said, his voice deep in his throat.
"I missed you too," she replied without even realizing she had spoken. "When did you return?"
"About an hour ago."
"I didn't know you were coming home today."
"There was little else for me to do in London. Besides, I was anxious to be back here." Placing his arm around her, he drew her against him.
Inhaling deeply, Elizabeth relaxed, leaning back into William's welcoming embrace. "I'm glad you're home."
William guided Gawain toward Pemberley's lands as he told Elizabeth about his meetings with Geoffrey and the progress they were making to get Hugh back.
"Do you think Cecilia will cooperate?" Elizabeth asked.
"It may cost a small fortune, but I think we can convince her to relinquish custody of Hugh."
"Everybody has a price."
"Fortunately for me." William chuckled wryly. "And for Hugh."
Elizabeth thought about Hugh and about how happy she would be to see him again. They were approaching a small copse. She could see a footpath woven through the wildflowers in the thicket.
William brought Gawain to a halt and dismounted. "Let's walk for a while." Reaching up, he assisted Elizabeth off the horse, keeping his arms around her as her feet met the earth. "You smell wonderful."
She smiled impishly. "And you smell like horse."
He swiftly stepped back. "Do I really?"
"No," she said, moving away from the horse and William's reach in order to regain her equanimity. She felt completely off balance, not sure if it was William's unexpected arrival or just his proximity that was throwing off her equilibrium. "I'm only teasing. You smell fine."
"Not like horse?"
Elizabeth shook her head.
"Good." After securing Gawain he gestured for Elizabeth to join him on the path. "There was once a time when I enjoyed London, but I found this visit rather unpleasant."
"It's not difficult to understand why. You had to deal with an ex-wife. I wouldn't want to tend to that sort of business."
"I've dealt with much worse than her. There were just so many things I missed while I was gone."
Elizabeth quickly glanced up at William. "What sort of things?"
"Let's see..." Taking her hand in his, he drew her to his side. "...fresh air, the scenery...my morning run..." He stopped in the pathway and faced Elizabeth, gazing at her intently. "More than anything I missed you. I enjoyed our conversations over the phone, but I missed being with you - seeing the expressions on your face, watching you nervously bite your lip whenever I mention subjects you don't want to talk about and then seeing your cheeks flush much like they are now."
Bringing her hand up to her face, Elizabeth felt the heat of the blush that covered her cheeks. "What subjects?"
"Hmmm..." He tugged on her hand, urging her to continue their leisurely stroll. "Let me think. Subjects you don't like to speak of - the first thing that comes to mind is our relationship."
"You think I don't like talking about our relationship?"
"I know you don't."
Elizabeth was silent for moment. "We can talk about it, if you like."
"Honestly?"
She nodded hesitantly. "I'm not opposed to acknowledging or even discussing our relationship, but I need you to understand that I may be uncomfortable discussing certain aspects of it."
"You seem reluctant to discuss it at all."
Closing her eyes, Elizabeth sighed softly. He was right; she really didn't like to talk about their relationship. She was still confused about the depth of her feelings for William, but she knew that she hadn't been fair to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his chest. "I know. I've behaved selfishly, disregarding your feelings. I haven't done this purposefully. My feelings are..." She again sighed, grasping him tighter. "I'm still confused about my feelings for you and our relationship. I don't know what more I can say to you, only that I hope you'll be patient with me and understand that I love being with you and miss you when you're away."
William rested his head upon hers, holding her tightly in his grasp, speechless. He knew Elizabeth needed time. As much as he wanted more of her he knew that she was still struggling with their developing intimacy. As he stood with her in his arms he realized that there was much he had not been willing to discuss with her. He, too, had been selfish, not wanting to dig up his past and clear the way for success in their evolving relationship.
Elizabeth loosened her clasp and looked up at William. "Are you upset?"
"Not in the least."
"I've been..."
He placed a finger on her lips. "You've been wonderful." Taking her face in his hands he gazed deeply into her eyes then kissed her, tenderly at first, but as his heart began pounding in his chest the kiss increased in passion and intensity.
Chapter 27
Posted on Friday, 13 October 2006
Early the next morning Elizabeth was lying in bed listening to the birds chirping outside. She stretched lazily, reaching over to grab hold of a pillow. "Mmmm," she moaned as she turned to look out the window, watching the pale azure sky creep across the horizon. "It's going to be a beautiful day." She smiled to herself, thinking about the previous day and William's surprise return. Closing her eyes, she sighed softly, hugging the pillow tighter.
When William held her close and kissed her as they stood in the thicket all of Elizabeth's senses felt strange to her, as if she was disconnected from them. Her head seemed to be swirling, and her responses to his touch were heightened. She recognized these sensations and knew that if she wasn't cautious her desires could easily run away with her. She pulled away from his ardent embrace, keeping her arms wrapped lightly around his waist. "I thought you wanted to talk," she reminded him.
William tenderly caressed her back as he loosened his hold of her. "There's an old bench along this pathway. We can sit there." Taking her hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze before leading the way.
They found the bench a short way down the path, almost hidden in the undergrowth and covered with dirt and leaves. Pulling out his handkerchief, William dusted a spot for Elizabeth then took a seat next to her. "We don't have to discuss this if you're uncomfortable with it," he said.
"I think we should talk about us, but, you know, this does seem kind of reversed. Most men don't like to have conversations about relationships."
"I know." He nodded as he leaned forward, hanging his head. "I usually fall into that majority, but..."
Elizabeth waited silently for William to complete his statement. But what? she thought as she unconsciously bit her lower lip.
"But lately, with you, I don't know if I'm coming or if I'm going. I have no idea where I stand, and you not wanting to speak of things causes me to wonder even more where I fit in." He looked at her earnestly. "If you could just let me know if we have a future...if there's a chance, a chance for me, for us."
Her heart swelled as her head spun. "Yes, there is."
"I know he wants more," Elizabeth said aloud as she sat up. "But I still think it's too soon. I don't want to rush into anything." Slowly she stood, and with Wilfred scampering behind her went downstairs to the kitchen.
After taking care of the dog she fixed an omelet for breakfast. As she sat at the table eating she perused the morning paper, her thoughts again drifting back to the previous day.
William's expression grew more intense after Elizabeth had given him hope for the future. He looked deeply into her eyes, not saying a word, as if he were delving into the hidden secrets of her heart. As she recalled this Elizabeth was surprised that she had not become unnerved. Instead, she had returned his steady gaze, her own eyes expressing a longing to share her innermost feelings and desires.
He stretched out his hand, smoothing the hair from Elizabeth's face. As he leaned forward she closed her eyes, allowing him to caress her every sense with his kiss.
Elizabeth took in a deep breath as she relived the feelings that had surfaced within her as William kissed her so completely. She felt lost in the moment - as though she were sinking, but lacked the will to save herself. 'You should stop this,' she could hear the voice inside her head saying. "Before this goes too far you should go home.'
"William," she heard herself say as he kissed the nape of her neck. "I need to get home."
"Why?" he asked, his breath hot against her skin.
"I left Wilfred alone in his pen. I need to get back." She drew away from his embrace.
Sighing, he raked his hand through his hair. "I'll take you home."
"No, no need." Elizabeth sprang up from the bench. "I'll be fine on my own." Without another word she quickly kissed his cheek then ran home to Cresthaven.
Sir Wilfred barked for Elizabeth's attention. "What's the matter, baby?" She patted the dog's head. "Are you ready to go outside?" Rising from her seat, Elizabeth cleared the table, then put the puppy out into the fenced area of the yard.
Once inside the house again she went back upstairs to take a shower. The warm water ran over her face and hair as she lathered the soap over her body. "What is going to happen between us?" she mused. "What exactly does William want? What do I want?"
With these uneasy thoughts weighing heavy on her mind she slowly prepared for the day and made her way back downstairs. Picking up a book, she tried to occupy herself. One page read, but nothing comprehended; she stood and began pacing the room. Her eye caught a glimpse of the laptop sitting on the desk and she immediately thought of Peter. Without pause she sat at the computer and logged in to check her email. A message from her son was waiting, bringing a smile to her face.
Happy Anniversary! I hope you like the gift, I just wish Dad were here to give it himself.Love,
Pete
Elizabeth's eyes shot over to the mantel where Peter had left a small package during his visit. She glanced again at his message as tears filled her eyes. Happy Anniversary! She had completely forgotten what day it was. A lump stuck in her throat as she tried to swallow. Pushing her chair back, she slowly rose and walked to the fireplace, keeping her eyes on the simply wrapped gift that had been waiting on the mantelpiece for nearly a month.
Grabbing hold of the present, she sank into a chair by the fireplace. She opened the package. Inside there was a slip of paper attached to a DVD case along with an oversized purple envelope. The case held a disc - Peter's handwriting scrawled the words 'for your anniversary'across it. She read the brief note from Peter.
Mom,I was helping Dad with this. He wanted to give it to you last year, but it wasn't completed in time. So here it is now, better late than never!
Elizabeth turned her attention to the envelope. Inside was a beautiful lavender colored greeting card with an embossed floral design and the words 'For My Wife - You Are My Once In A Lifetime' scripted on the front. She opened it and read the sentiment. With watery eyes she gazed at the signature on the bottom. 'I love you. Always, Jonas' was written in her husband's hand. Elizabeth sat still, clutching the card, knowing that Jonas had touched it, had signed it, had picked it out especially for her and had intended to give it to her on their last anniversary. She smiled as she wiped her tears. Taking the disc to the desk, she popped it into the laptop to see what Peter and his father had been working on before Jonas became ill.
As if the card hadn't been enough to cause pangs of remembrance, Elizabeth was now immersed in memories as she watched images of her beloved husband on the screen. The disc was a montage of the twenty-six years that she had shared with Jonas. As she saw photos of their wedding day she listened to the accompanying song.
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save everyday
Till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
It was their song - the one that had touched a chord with them when they had first fallen in love.
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with youBut there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find themI've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
Tears streamed down Elizabeth's cheeks as the lyrics impacted her. You're the one I want to go through time with They had vowed to spend their lives together, but time with Jonas was now impossible.
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come trueThe box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by youBut there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find themI've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with *
Elizabeth wept openly, her eyes never straying from the computer, not wanting to miss a single image of Jonas. Her mind flooded with memories of times they had spent together - special events, celebrations, even private moments between them.
She watched the video again, still crying, still keeping her eyes fixed on the pictures that passed before her. After the second time through she picked up the card and read it again. She didn't really pay attention to the printed verse, although it was a lovely sentiment; what Elizabeth was most interested in was what her husband had written himself. I love you. Always. Every note, every card, every letter that Jonas had ever given her had been signed in the same manner.
Oh, how she missed him. Her heart ached within her. She longed to see him again - to touch him, feel him, hold him. The tears continued to flow as she sat silently at the desk then she suddenly stood and ran upstairs to her room. From the drawer of the bedside table she retrieved a box of photographs. It actually held more that photos; it also safeguarded mementos from her married life - little tidbits that reminded her of Jonas and some of their time together.
Elizabeth returned to the sitting room and opened the box. She pulled out a gold ring - Jonas' wedding band. She recalled the day when she had first slipped it on his finger and then, with a pang of grief, remembered the last time he had taken it off - the day he left for his final hospital stay.
Although in a weakened state from the cancer that had invaded his body he had the strength to grip Elizabeth's hand and place his ring in her palm. 'Hold this for me, will you, my love?' he had asked, his voice low and gravelly.
Elizabeth nodded wordlessly, putting the golden band onto the middle finger of her right hand. She gazed at him as he lay on the bed, then reached out to stroke his gaunt cheek. "Are you ready to go, sweetheart?" she asked.
He sighed feebly. "Yes."
With cautious and tender care Elizabeth helped Jonas up. While she assisted her husband out of the house and into the car a heavy silence hung over them, as if they both knew that he would never return home again.
He never did. He passed away three days later in a hospital bed with his wife sitting quietly by his side holding his cold thin hands within her own.
She held up the ring, examining it carefully, then slipped it back on her right hand and turned again to the contents of the box. Photographs, cards, love notes; each, in turn, evoked memories of her former life, and along with them came tears.
Several hours later, as Elizabeth sat on the sofa absorbed in her memories, Sir Wilfred's baying roused her attention. As she rose from her seat to look out the window she could hear a male voice. Drawing the curtains aside, she saw William leaning over the fence to pet the dog. She watched Wilfred happily greet him and then bark noisily when William turned away, heading for the back door.
At the sound of his knock Elizabeth hurried through the kitchen to answer the door, a love letter from Jonas still clutched in her hand.
"I think your pup is..." William began saying until he noticed Elizabeth's tear streaked face and red, puffy eyes. "What's the matter?" he asked, deeply concerned.
Her voice failed her as she attempted a response and tears, once again, filled her eyes.
William immediately wrapped his arms around Elizabeth and held her close as she openly cried. "There now, love," he said soothingly after several minutes had passed. "Let's sit down." He gently urged her into the sitting room.
As he looked at the sofa William saw the letters and photos spread over the cushions and noticed the paper Elizabeth held fast in her hand. "Tell me now, what is troubling you?"
Elizabeth was no longer crying, but still struggled to answer his query. "Today is my wedding anniversary," she managed to squeak out.
He again glanced at the scattered memorabilia on the sofa, this time noting that most of the photographs were of Elizabeth and a dark haired man, presumably her late husband. "I see."
"I had forgotten about it, but my son reminded me this morning."
"What's all this?" He gestured toward the disarray of paper and pictures.
"These are my mementos." Kneeling down, she gathered the contents of the box, returning them to their proper place. "I've been..."
"Reminiscing?"
She nodded, keeping her eyes fixed in front of her.
Taking a seat, William patted the cushion beside him. "Come sit down. Tell me about your day."
Slowly she rose and sat down on the sofa next to William. "I haven't done much today."
"It appears that you've cried quite a bit."
"I have. It's been an emotional day."
"It would seem so."
"Peter made a disc with photos of my wedding day and other pictures of Jonas and me throughout the years and the music that accompanied them was very sentimental for me...it seems so long ago, but it hasn't even been a year since he died." Elizabeth picked up her box of remembrances. "I pulled this out. It only made me cry harder."
"What do you have in there?"
"Cards, letters, trinkets. I keep this in here." She held up her right hand, displaying her husband's wedding ring. As she twisted the band of gold it slipped off her finger. Tears again welled in her eyes. "It's just a silly assortment of mementos."
"Silly?"
"No, not silly." Elizabeth sniffed while wiping her eyes. "Maybe to someone else, but not to me."
William retrieved his handkerchief and handed it to Elizabeth. "It sounds like a lifetime of memories in that little box."
"It is." She removed the lid and returned Jonas' ring to its special place inside. As she closed the container teardrops fell silently down her cheeks.
Without saying a word William wrapped his arm around Elizabeth, pulling her close to his side. She nestled against him and in the comfort of his tender embrace Elizabeth wept.
Thinking that Elizabeth had fallen asleep, William raised his arm to pull it out from behind her.
"Are you leaving?" she asked, shifting to face him.
"No, just repositioning."
"Oh, okay.
"Have you eaten today?"
"I had breakfast this morning."
"I think you need to eat something," he said, getting up from the sofa. "I'll see what's in the cupboards." When Elizabeth moved to join him he held up his hand, gesturing for her to remain in her seat. "Why don't you stay in here and relax. I'll take care of dinner."
For the first time since he'd arrived Elizabeth smiled at him. "All right."
William searched the pantry and was checking inside the refrigerator when Elizabeth entered the kitchen. "Aren't you supposed to be resting in the other room?"
"It's a bit cool. I'm going to get a sweater," she said while heading to the hall closet. When she returned William was rifling through the drawers - chicken was sitting on the cutting board. "What are you looking for?"
"I need a knife."
"All the knives are here," she said, pointing to a cutlery block on the countertop.
"Ah!" He found what he needed and began cutting the poultry.
"Do you need any help?"
"No, I'm fine. Why don't you settle back down on the settee?"
"If it's all the same to you I'd rather stay in here."
He glanced at her with a quizzical expression.
"I don't want to be alone."
William nodded in response and Elizabeth sat down at the table. Very little conversation passed between them - William was too busy concentrating on dinner preparations and Elizabeth was still feeling overwhelmed with emotion. She sat quietly in her chair watching William while keeping her sweater snuggled tightly around her.
"Let me know if I can get anything else for you," William said after he set two plates at the table and sat down beside her.
"Thank you." She inclined her head then took a bite of the chicken and pasta dish William had fixed. "This is very good. I didn't know you could cook."
"This is the only thing I know how."
Elizabeth smiled and ate a few more bites before setting her fork down. Reaching out, she placed her hand atop William's. "Thank you for making dinner."
"It was a pleasure." He motioned toward her plate. "I do hope you're going to eat more."
"Yes, of course." She again picked up her fork. "After all your hard work I wouldn't let this meal go to waste."
With an expression of growing concern William watched Elizabeth eat a little more food off her plate. "When are Bessie and Ralph planning to return?"
"They're hoping some time next week."
"When did you last hear from them?"
"Just yesterday. Bessie said that Nell is improving and her daughter would be arriving next week to care for her so she and Ralph should be able to return home."
"That's very good to hear."
"Yes, I'm glad Nell's doing better."
"I'll be glad to see them back at Cresthaven."
When they finished their meal, William cleared the table and, side by side, the two of them washed and dried the dishes. Elizabeth seemed to be feeling better and had become a bit more talkative. William let the dog in the house and after tending to Sir Wilfred he started a fire in the sitting room.
Elizabeth sat down and opened the box to look at the photographs again.
"That should warm you up now." William took a seat beside her. "Are these your wedding photos?"
"Some of them."
"I'd like to have a look, if you don't mind."
"Not at all." Elizabeth shifted closer to William and sorted through the box to find a picture from her wedding day. She held up a photograph for him to see.
William studied it for a long moment. "You were a beautiful bride." He gave her a sideways glance. "You haven't changed much. You look just as beautiful now."
She cast her eyes downward as they filled with tears, recalling the many times that Jonas had told her that she still looked as beautiful as she did the day he married her. "I've changed a great deal since that was taken."
"I don't doubt you have. I was referring to your physical appearance."
Elizabeth bit her lower lip. "Thank you," she said then began searching for more photos to show William.
"Peter seems to share a strong resemblance with his father," William remarked as he looked at a picture of the Bennet family. "But I think he inherited his impish smile from his mother."
Nodding, Elizabeth agreed. "Yes, he did, much to his father's dismay." She chuckled softly. "Jonas had a very keen sense of humor, but he wasn't mischievous."
"Whereas, you and your son both are."
"We are, sometimes too mischievous."
William smiled, glad to see that Elizabeth's spirits were improving. He moved in closer to her and listened as she shared stories about her husband and family.
Elizabeth leaned back, resting her head on William's shoulder.
"Are you getting tired?"
She nodded. "A bit."
"Perhaps I should go."
"No, don't leave yet," she said. "I don't want to be alone."
He could see the insistence in her eyes and thought he detected desperation in her voice. "All right, I won't leave. Just let me stoke the fire."
After putting more wood into the fireplace William rejoined Elizabeth on the sofa.
"Shall we watch a movie?" she asked.
"If you'd like."
"Okay. What type of film would you prefer?"
"It doesn't matter, just please, not a bonnet drama."
She chuckled. "Don't worry; I won't subject you to that. Let me see what I can find."
Elizabeth returned with a few selections and they decided on a romantic comedy. She dimmed the lights and settled down next to William with Sir Wilfred sleeping peacefully at their feet.
Shortly after the movie started Elizabeth drew her legs up onto the cushion to get more comfortable and tucked herself against William's side. His arm, which he had draped across the back of the sofa, slipped downward, resting atop Elizabeth's shoulder and partially onto her waist. She snuggled in closer and he could feel the weight of her body pressing against him as she relaxed even more.
Before long her breathing grew deeper and more rhythmic and William was fairly certain that Elizabeth had fallen asleep. He looked down, gazing at the profile of her face - her eyes were closed and her lips were drawn up tightly, as if in a pout. William smiled, wrapping his arm snugly around her. She moaned softly as she burrowed further into his embrace and slid her hand onto his chest.
With his free hand William reached down, encompassing Elizabeth's fingers within his own. He could feel her wedding band as their hands twined together. He ran his fingertip against the diamond ring - it seemed cold and jagged to his touch as he pondered why Elizabeth still wore it. He twisted the golden band around her finger and her hand clenched shut, preventing any further movement.
Sighing, William loosened his hold of Elizabeth and watched as she slept soundly against him. He relished the feel of her and wished that he could stay, but knew that he needed to leave. He gingerly lifted her arm from its resting place on his chest and carefully slid out of Elizabeth's grasp while slowly laying her head to rest on the sofa. He grabbed a nearby blanket and placed it over her, and after turning off the television he leaned down, placing a tender kiss on her brow.
"Goodnight, love. Sweet dreams."
* Time in a Bottle, Jim Croce