[for Mr Darcy] [backdated]
Elizabeth was enjoying her married life every bit as much as she expected she would. Mr Darcy was the best husband she could have asked for; attentive, generous, and kind, in his own quiet, formal way. There was no note of discord or unpleasantness between them. That they were entirely suited for each other only became more and more evident with each week that passed.
The only thing that marred Elizabeth's happiness was that she was not yet with child. She reminded herself that it was not realistic for it to happen straight away - they had only been married two months, after all - but she was not insensible to the fact that it did quite often happen very soon. She wanted nothing more than to be able to give Mr Darcy a child, for they had spoken on the matter before they were wed and were of the same mind on the matter. She knew he missed his sister very much, and she thought that a daughter would be a blessing to him - for while one person was not at all a substitute for another, she did think it would make him happy. And herself as well, for she saw how much joy that Lydia brought Jane even now, after the loss of Mr Redman.
The past few days had given Elizabeth some hope that her wish might be granted; but this morning brought confirmation that it was not to be so. It was difficult for her to accept, but she told herself she was being quite foolish and selfish. Many wives had to wait quite a bit longer for such a blessing than the two months that had passed for her. Despite that knowledge, it was still a difficult disappointment, and she wished to keep busy so as not to think on it overmuch. She set to mending, a task that she had been putting off for the better part of a week, with perhaps more determination than was strictly necessary, sitting by one of the long windows in the parlor where there was plenty of light to see by.
The only thing that marred Elizabeth's happiness was that she was not yet with child. She reminded herself that it was not realistic for it to happen straight away - they had only been married two months, after all - but she was not insensible to the fact that it did quite often happen very soon. She wanted nothing more than to be able to give Mr Darcy a child, for they had spoken on the matter before they were wed and were of the same mind on the matter. She knew he missed his sister very much, and she thought that a daughter would be a blessing to him - for while one person was not at all a substitute for another, she did think it would make him happy. And herself as well, for she saw how much joy that Lydia brought Jane even now, after the loss of Mr Redman.
The past few days had given Elizabeth some hope that her wish might be granted; but this morning brought confirmation that it was not to be so. It was difficult for her to accept, but she told herself she was being quite foolish and selfish. Many wives had to wait quite a bit longer for such a blessing than the two months that had passed for her. Despite that knowledge, it was still a difficult disappointment, and she wished to keep busy so as not to think on it overmuch. She set to mending, a task that she had been putting off for the better part of a week, with perhaps more determination than was strictly necessary, sitting by one of the long windows in the parlor where there was plenty of light to see by.