Darcy & Lizzy
a Series of Drabbles

Angels In Pemberley

"Augusta! Augusta Madeline Darcy! Where are you?" called her mother. There was no sign of her in the music room. Perhaps the study again? Quickly she made her way to the room. "There you are, young lady! You naughty girl - you know you should not be in Papa's study!"

"Daddy gone."

Elizabeth joined her in the leather chair. "Yes, dear - Papa has gone to Town on business."

"Miz Daddy."

"Yes, I miss him, too, but you should not…"

"Smell Daddy."

"What…?" Elizabeth then noticed that the chair was rich with the aroma of her husband's cologne - a rich smell of the woods…

~~~

The Master of Pemberley was assaulted as he entered his domain. "PAPA!"

Fitzwilliam picked up Bennet George Darcy in his arms. "Ha ha ha! How are you, my little man! But what is this? Where are your Mama and sister?"

Mrs. Reynolds sided up to her master. "You might try your study, sir."

Carrying his son in his strong arms, Fitzwilliam walked to the room and opened the door. There he beheld two angels asleep in his armchair.


© 2005 Jack Caldwell

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