Page 51 of He Taught Me to Hope (Darcy and the Young Knight’s Quest #1)
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Absent was the customary spring in his step when young Ben wandered into Darcy’s empty study.
Affectionately hailed as Sir Lancelot by everyone who knew him best, the little fellow climbed into a chair beside the fireplace.
After gazing intently at the roaring flames for a good long while, he sighed.
Darcy’s unhurried entrance interrupted his son’s musings. “Ben, I thought you were spending the morning with your mother.”
“I just came from seeing Mama.”
“Did you enjoy a pleasant visit?”
“Mama is sad, and nothing I would say or do made it any better.” The little fellow had always taken it upon himself to make his mother smile.
Darcy sat down in the comfortable chair next to Ben. “Son, you must trust that, in time, things will be just as they ever were with your mother.”
“I know you say that, and I am sure it is true, but nothing has been the same since our family took their leave of Pemberley. Mama was ever so happy then.”
“Indeed, she was. That was a very happy time for all of us.”
“So, is such sadness to be expected every year after Christmas?”
“There is something to be said for feeling forlorn at this time of year.”
“I shall not rest until I find a way to brighten Mama’s day and bring a smile to her face.”
“I am sure you shall accomplish your mission.” Recalling the events of the past month, Darcy said, “Pray no more surprises like the great scheme of inviting our entire family here at Christmas.”
“What was the harm? Everything worked out for the best, did it not?” Ben’s countenance clouded. “Well, almost everything. Mama’s sadness is not what I had hoped for.”
Darcy sympathised with Ben in feeling sad for his mother, for he too was disheartened over Elizabeth’s low spirits.
He could not confide in Ben the true reason for Elizabeth’s sadness.
She had been so excited over the holidays when all the evidence of what she was feeling taught her to believe there would be a new addition to their family.
Just a week after the last of their family party left Pemberley to return to their own home, Elizabeth’s discovered that her fondest wish during the Christmas season was not to be.
“Do you know what is weighing on Mama’s spirits? Is there something other than our family’s leave-taking?”
“Actually, Ben, there is a far weightier matter that concerns your mother, but, as I said, all will be as it ever was in due time. Pray you will not continue to worry. While I am certain your mother would be pleased to know how much you want to help, she will not be pleased to know how sad you are. She wants you to be happy.”
Ben looked out the window. The sun beaming off the snowy landscape flooded the room enough to make his eyes squint.
His expression brightened. “I know exactly what will bring a smile to Mama’s face this morning.
I shall gather Aunt Georgiana, and you must encourage Mama to sit by her window overlooking the maze garden. ”
Darcy entered Elizabeth’s room bearing the tea service he commandeered from the maid in the hallway.
She looked up from her book. “What a pleasant surprise. I did not know you were joining me for tea.”
Smiling, he walked over to the table and placed the tea service down. “Indeed. Come, let us sit by the window.”
“I do not want to sit by the window.”
Darcy strode across the room and drew open the shade. Georgiana and Ben were already busy at work. “Pray reconsider. You will not regret it for it is much pleasanter here by the window. The newly-fallen snow is spectacular. Come sit with me and enjoy the view.”
Darcy walked over to the bed and retrieved Elizabeth’s comfortable robe. He held it out invitingly and silently urged her acquiescence.
“You are very determined this morning. What are you about?”
“You shall know soon enough.”
Elizabeth set her book aside and threw off the covers.
Darcy assisted her in donning her robe. While doing so, he placed a light kiss on the side of her neck.
After lingering a moment or two to enjoy her affectionate husband’s ardent attentions, Elizabeth walked over to the window, prepared to behold the beautiful winter wonderland—Pemberley’s magnificent landscape draped in snow.
After what seemed liked days of snowfall, it had finally ceased.
Her eyes widened. What a beautiful sight greeted her, and a surprising one as well as she beheld an unexpected, but rather engaging, prospect. Georgiana and Ben were frolicking in the glistening snow and enjoying themselves immensely.
Darcy prepared Elizabeth’s favourite tea, just as she liked it: sweetened with a dash of spice and a single lump of sugar. His fingers swept against hers when he offered her the cup.
She cradled the steaming hot beverage with both hands as if relishing the cup’s warmth.
“Thank you, my love.” She took a sip, and then made known her satisfaction with a warm smile.
Her eyes fixed outside, she said, “If I might venture a guess, I would say this is the reason you were so adamant in insisting that I sit by the window.”
Darcy leaned forward and kissed his darling wife atop her head. “Indeed. Ben felt you needed a bit of liveliness to brighten your day.”
“What a thoughtful gesture that was. It is just like Ben to worry about my spirits. However, I wish he would not suffer the burden of attending to my happiness.”
“Those are my sentiments precisely, for such is my goal in life. I fear I have failed you, my love.”
“No … on the contrary. I could never wish for a more attentive husband.”
Not desiring to make light of a matter that he attributed to his wife’s disheartenment of late, and certainly not wanting to add to her woes, he carefully weighed his next words.
“I am as eager as you are to expand our family.” He traced his thumb along her cheek.
“I am very eager. It is just that I do not wish for you to think that begetting Pemberley’s heir is my principal consideration. ”
Elizabeth placed her porcelain cup aside and returned her gaze to the happenings outside her window, thus giving Darcy to know this was not something she wished to deliberate.
At length, he tore his eyes away from her, and he peered out the window as well.
By now, Georgiana and Ben had noticed them standing there, and they appeared to be trying to garner their share of attention.
Elizabeth waved. Ben subsequently jumped up and down, joyfully flailing his arms all about, beckoning Darcy and Elizabeth to join them.
Elizabeth turned and met Darcy’s attentive scrutiny. “What do you think? Shall we brave the frightful outdoors and show those two how to fashion a proper ball of snow?”
“Are you certain, Elizabeth? I do not wish to see you overtaxed.”
“Indeed, I am quite sure.” Her voice filled with playfulness that, to Darcy’s delight, now shone in her eyes. “Is that hint of reluctance on your part your way of suggesting that you have no interest in such diversion? How long has it been since you last frolicked in the snow?”
Darcy gave his waistcoat a sharp tug and jutted his haughty chin. “The master of Pemberley does not frolic, madam.”
Elizabeth placed her hand upon his chest and started fingering his buttons. “In the snow perhaps, but I declare I have known you to frolic in this very room as well as your own, or has it been so long ago that you have forgotten?”
He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “How could I possibly forget, regardless of the passage of time? My nights spent frolicking with you in these rooms constitute some of the happiest moments of my life.”
Elizabeth graced him with that beguiling smile that never failed to warm his heart. “Now that we have established that the master of Pemberley has been known to frolic, what say you to joining Georgiana and Ben outside?”
“If you truly want to do this, I suppose there will be no harm. The three of you will likely benefit from my supervision.”
“If I know anything at all about Ben’s power over you, you will be doing far more than supervising.”
“Indeed, that is a sound assertion.” Darcy pursed his lips. “I shall make certain to summon assistance from one of the footmen.”
Elizabeth lovingly rapped him on his chest. “You would not dare. And should you indeed carry out your scheme, I shall incite a fierce snowball combat that pits Georgiana, Ben and me against you and your footman.”
Darcy held up his hands in feigned admission of defeat. “Heaven forbid that should happen.” His intention of quitting the room evident, he said, “Shall I wait for you downstairs?”
“Yes, I must arm myself for battle. Shall we say fifteen minutes?”
Elizabeth and Darcy happened upon Ben and Georgiana in time to see the former lying flat on his back, with his arms and legs outstretched and moving back and forth.
Georgiana barely contained her enthusiasm.
When Ben saw his parents approaching, a warm smile brightened his face.
Young Ben jumped up and dashed to Darcy and Elizabeth.
“Mama, Da!” He shook most of the snow from his mittens and slipped his hands into either of theirs. Pulling them along, he said, “You must have a look at what I have done for Aunt Georgiana.” Ben’s eyes were full of pride over his accomplishment as his family marvelled over his angelic masterpiece.
Doing everything to brush away as much snow from her son’s clothing as she could, her manner awash with love and affection, Elizabeth said, “Ben, it is simply amazing. I am certain I have never seen anything as wonderful as this. Where did you learn to do such a thing?”