Regina Jeffers - Christmas at Pemberley

“Your sister is quite wise, Mrs. Darcy.”

Elizabeth smiled happily. Having a lady’s company created a relaxed atmosphere. She quite enjoyed the pert Mrs. Joseph’s easy-going wit. “Mary has been called several things, but ‘wise’ isn’t among them. She’s my most serious sister and the most talented. Mary spends countless hours at her studies and at practicing her music.”

“Tell me of your other sisters, Mrs. Darcy.”

“Then what would you have me do?” Mr. Joseph asked through gritted teeth.

Mr. Horvak asked, “Could Mr. and Mrs. Joseph stay in the common room?” As a group, they had determined that it would be impossible to move people’s rooms. Each occupant was a minor son of the aristocracy or a titled gentleman, except for Mr. Betts and Mr. Dylan. Although they lacked status, the two remained as Mr. Washington had refused to ask them to relinquish their shared chamber. With their hard work about the inn, the men had earned a right to a room.

“I cannot see it,” Mr. Washington insisted. “A woman sleeping where men play cards and drink is not appropriate. Mrs. Washington and I have taken pallets before the kitchen hearth and Nan in the storeroom. Every space within the inn is full. If I had a private parlor…”

“We cannot ask Mr. and Mrs. Joseph to resume their journey,” Darcy insisted. He had watched his wife’s animation with pleasure. She had needed another lady’s company, and besides advocating the solution to the Josephs’ predicament because it was the charitable thing to do, Darcy wanted Mrs. Joseph’s presence to ease Elizabeth’s unrest.

“Of course not,” Mr. Washington declared. “However, the best I can do is a mattress in the stables. I have drivers and footmen and valets to house in addition to each of your rooms. We would be sorely pressed if some of you gentlemen hadn’t pitched in with the chores and hadn’t brought us some ready meat to feed everyone. People are sharing the attic and the storage areas. You and Mrs. Joseph might spend your days in the common room and your nights in one of the stalls. We can put your Tilbury coach and maybe a couple of ours under the lean-to. That will free up more space.”

“But are there not others sleeping in the barns?” Padget asked.

“Several of yer men have bedded in the loft.”

“It doesn’t seem proper,” Padget continued. “To place a woman in such a position.”

Washington sighed heavily. “It be all I can see as proper. Mr. Joseph will see to his wife’s safety.”

Resigned to the solution offered, Mr. Joseph gathered his gloves. “I cannot place Mary and my child in danger by returning to the roads. We had two close calls today — too close for my mind’s peace.” He stood reluctantly. “I should speak to Mrs. Joseph. I hope, Washington, that there are additional blankets available.”

“I’ll see to it, Sir.”

Darcy moved ahead of Joseph. Reaching Elizabeth, he extended his hand. “Come, Mrs. Darcy.We’ll retire for the evening.”

Elizabeth accepted his hand. “May I first give you the acquaintance of Mrs. Joseph?” she asked tentatively.

“Of course, my dear.”

“Mrs. Joseph, may I present my husband, Mr. Darcy?”

The lady inclined her head. “I’m pleased for the introduction, Sir. Mrs. Darcy and I have become fast friends.”

“That’s a most fortunate situation. Mrs. Darcy has had only my poor companionship on this journey,” Darcy said teasingly.

Mrs. Joseph smiled knowingly. “Your wife, Sir, would beg to differ. Mrs. Darcy has extolled your fine qualities.”

He chuckled lightly. “My wife has the kindest heart.” Darcy bowed to the woman. “We’ll see you in the morning, Ma’am.” He escorted Elizabeth to their shared room.

Inside their quarters, Darcy quickly took Elizabeth into his arms and kissed her hungrily. He smiled with anticipation. His wife’s body warmed under his fingers’ firm strokes along her collarbone. A loving blush shivered through her, and Darcy deepened the kiss. Elizabeth locked her arms behind his neck and lifted her body to his. Her breasts, hips, and thighs pressed along his front, and Darcy groaned audibly as his manhood hardened.

Her tongue touched his in desire’s erotic dance, and Darcy shuddered on a breathy intake. His arms tightened about her, and he bent to lift his wife to carry her to the bed. The fire leapt between them: Desire and need kindled and sparked. His thoughts scattered as delight filled his lungs with her scent. “I love you,” he whispered — his breath’s heat caressing Elizabeth’s neck.

Nearly an hour later, they lay with arms and legs entangled. “I suppose I should see to my ablutions,” Elizabeth said sleepily. She stretched lazily against him before burying her nose in Darcy’s chest. Then she trailed a light line of kisses along his jaw. “Thank you, Fitzwilliam.” Elizabeth paused to nibble behind his ear. “For assisting the Josephs with lodgings. Whose room were they given?”

Darcy shifted her in his embrace. Without looking at her, he said, “No one’s room.” He knew she wouldn’t appreciate the solution taken by Mr. Washington.

She pushed up on one elbow. “Explain, Mr. Darcy.” Her voice held her suspicion.

“The baron refused to share with Bradley,” he clarified. “Mr. Washington felt Betts and Dylan had earned their room.” Elizabeth nodded her encouragement. “In the long and short of it, every available space is in use. The Josephs have bedded down in the stable.”

Elizabeth gasped. “Surely you jest, Fitzwilliam. That was the accepted solution. Eight men could offer no better accounting than to place a woman eight months with child in a cold, damp stable?” Elizabeth scampered from the bed before Darcy could catch her. “I shan’t have it, Fitzwilliam! Do you hear me? I shan’t tolerate such treatment for Mrs. Joseph!” She pulled her chemise over her head.

Darcy swung his long legs over the bed’s edge and sat up. “What would you have me do, Elizabeth? Would you have me tell Mr. Washington how to conduct his business? Would you demand that I physically force the baron from his room and give it to the Josephs? Washington and his wife and Nan have taken pallets in the kitchen.You must remember that each guest, except Betts and Dylan, brought servants, such as our Mr. Simpson and Jasper, who are being housed in the barn and attic and storage spaces.” He pulled on his small clothes and breeches. “It was a reasonable resolution. The Josephs will spend the day in the common room. It’s only for a short while — a day or two — until the weather breaks.”

“Why can the Josephs not stay the night in the common room?” Elizabeth demanded.

Darcy sighed heavily. He understood his wife’s angst: He had not agreed to Washington’s pronouncement, but Darcy had felt his hands tied. “The others are using it for socializing. Even the hostlers and coachmen are sharing time there. Washington wouldn’t want to lose the business.”

Elizabeth reached for her day dress. “We must do something, Fitzwilliam.” Tears misted her eyes. “Of everyone at Prestwick’s, we best understand the danger Mrs. Joseph faces.”

Darcy moved to embrace her. “The lady seems hardy enough.” He stroked Elizabeth’s back as she fought for control.

Elizabeth rasped hoarsely. “Most would’ve said the same of me.”

Darcy swallowed hard. For his wife’s sake, he had masked his own anguish at losing both their children. Elizabeth needed him to be strong, and so he had only allowed his introspection when riding alone across the estate or in the night’s middle when his wife sought the comfort of his arms. Then, he, too, grieved for the children he would never hold. “It’s not the same, Elizabeth,” he managed to say quietly.

Elizabeth moved slightly to where she could see his face. Silently, she held his gaze before reaching for his hand. His wife placed his splayed fingers upon the swell of her abdomen. “What would you wish for me… for our child, Fitzwilliam?”

Darcy breathed deeply to steady his nerves. Elizabeth had chosen this moment to acknowledge that she carried his child. His fingertip traced a line across her cheek. “I would want someone to move heaven and earth to protect you and our child.” His right hand gently cupped the rise where his heir lay. “I would demand it and wouldn’t care whose censure I provoked.”

“Then let’s be the ones to protect Mary Joseph.”

“Tell me how you wish to proceed.” Darcy pulled Elizabeth to him again. “Whatever you wish, it is yours, Elizabeth. Command me as you will.” Unbidden, an image of Elizabeth cradling their child sprung to life.

“We’ll share our room with the Josephs. At least, it’s warm and dry.”

Darcy simply nodded. He would follow Elizabeth’s wishes. She had openly accepted her condition, and Darcy recognized in her declaration a step in his wife’s healing. “I’ll dress and go find the Josephs. You should set your mind to rearranging the room to accommodate four people.”

Georgiana plastered on a smile as she entered the dining room. Sixteen people would sit to supper — of them, eight had not received invitations. It irritated her that these people had intruded on her brother’s quiet family Christmas, and it irritated her that her brother hadn’t arrived to resume his position at the table’s head.