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A GOOD LONG SOAK
Lizzy felt that she and Fitzwilliam had not had any time to themselves since Bennet’s birth, and there would be even less time with the birth of their next baby, which she had just felt quickening within her that day. Everything was aching today, and she needed a good, long soak in a rose-scented bath.
“Mmm,” her husband's deep, dark voice hummed behind her. I should have kept the door locked; anyone could have seen you looking shamelessly delicious!”
Smirking before she turned her head, she arched an eyebrow, “You could make yourself useful and ease the soreness in my muscles, dearest.”
“Oh no, that was how Bennet was born!”
“You are not regretting the birth of your heir?”
“When he breaks my favourite pen, yes,” Fitzwilliam said sullenly.
Lizzy giggled, “He was trying to be like his papa,” she said. “He did not know it was your favourite.”
“Nevertheless, I shall lock my study door from him from now on!” he grumbled as he unfolded his arms and swaggered to his wife.
“Bennet’s mischief will grow on you, just like I did.”
“I thought it was the other way around.”
“As I recall, you said that I was not handsome enough to tempt you.”
“Yes,” he remarked as he kissed her nose, “but it was not long after that I admitted you were pretty.”
“Oh?”
“The,” kiss on her forehead, “most,” he pressed his lips against the tip of her nose, “handsomest,” he kissed a spot just under her ear that caused her to go wild, which was he purpose, “woman,” he traced a line of kisses along her jawline, “of my,” he rubbed her nose with his, “acquaintance.” Her lips parted in pleasure and wanting, so he obliged her by tilting his head to the side and matched his lips with hers for a long, lingering kiss. “Mrs Darcy.”
“Mmmm that was nice,” she breathed.
“Hmm, it was,” she purred, “I could do with another of those.”
Darcy laced his fingers in her hair, “Let me soak your hair, my love.”
Lizzy smiled as an idea took her, “Why do you not join me, my darling?”
His eyes lit up, “I think you know the best thing is a good, long soak with my darling wife.”
“Perhaps a good long soak with your wife and new babe.”
“WHAT?!” he shouted. She winced.
“Bennet is about to become a big brother.”
“Let’s hope it is a daughter just like her beautiful and vivacious mama.”
Five months later
“I shall name her Alicia Jane,” Elizabeth said as she held her dark-haired daughter in her arms.
“She will be protected in a tall, dragon-guarded tower until she is fifty,” Darcy sighed as he glowed with pride over his wife and new child.
Lizzy giggled.
“You know what I will need in a few hours?”
“A good long soak.”
“Yes!”