30. Epilogue

Pemberley, June 1815


Several birds were chirping loudly,and I groaned as I lifted my head. Reaching my hand out to feel for my wife, I was met by empty, cold linens.


I sat up, looking around the room, but other than the fire and the hint of sunlight peeking through the curtains, it was dark.


And empty.


"Isabella?" I whispered. Hoping she was not far.


When I received no reply, I got out of bed and went in search of her. In the nineteen months since we had wed, we had only spent one night apart. It had been a misunderstanding, which to our mutual relief was solved quickly.


I admit, I had no idea female afflictions were such a messy business. And by messy I mean more in the emotional sense than the physical. I learned very quickly to choose my words carefully during that time.


I made my way toward my dressing room. I opened the door and walked toward my dressing table, surprised to see a set of clothes draped over the chair, with a sealed letter on top.


With eager haste, I tore open the letter and began to read.


Edward,


I took the liberty of selecting your clothes for today. I have a special surprise for you and it involves your riding boots. Don't keep me waiting long.


Your Isabella


I dressed as quickly as I could, almost falling over twice. I couldn't wait to find out what my little minx of a wife had planned. Taking the stairs two at a time, I ran out the back door and toward the stables.


A stable boy was standing at the entrance with Blackjack already saddled and waiting.


"Here you are, Sir," the boy said, as he handed me the reins.


"Thank you," I replied, grateful, but still confused as to what I was to do now.


"Did Mrs. Masen leave any instructions for me?"


The boy smile eagerly, "Yes, Sir! I was to wait until you asked… or somthin' like that. You are to head in that direction," he pointed east toward the woods.


"Thank you, kindly. Here is something for your trouble." I tossed him a few crowns and headed off in search of my wife.


I made my way toward the tree line, wondering where I was going to find her. And more importantly what she had planned. A low snort and a whine alerted me to her presence. I looked toward the sound, when she moved Pandora into view.


All I could do was stare helplessly. The air rushed out in that moment leaving me breathless.


There before me was a vision.


I had never seen such a dress before. Blue as bright and vibrant as the sky flowed from her body, like a gentle cascading river. Her hair was loose and fell around her shoulders. A slight blush colored her perfect cheeks as I gazed unabashedly at her.


However, something seemed amiss.


It was then Isabella gave Pandora a small kick moving her forward that I realized. She was sitting astride Pandora, rather than her customary sidesaddle.


Good Lord this woman was going to be the death of me.


"You seem a loss for words, husband." She smirked triumphantly.


"I am indeed," I whispered hoarsely.


"I feel like stretching Pandora's legs this morning, do you think you can keep up?" she questioned, before turning her horse and kicking her into a canter.


Her beautiful laugh was all I could hear when she was out of view. Chuckling, I kicked Blackjack into a run, my blood now boiling with unrestrained lust.


"I hope you are prepared for me, Isabella!" I called loudly, to which she responded.


"Only if you can keep up, Husband."


"Then steady yourself, you minx! For I shall not fail."


I raced behind her but was unable to catch her without causing harm to her or myself. I was content to watch her. The movement of her body upon the horse, the wind as it whipped through her hair. It was all delicious torture.


We were nearing a large log, which had fallen, blocking our path. I was suddenly aware we were not too far from the meadow. Normally we would walk around the log but it seemed today Isabella had other ideas. Lifting herself, she readied to take the jump.


Her strength and adventurous spirit were as arousing as they were beautiful.


With ease, she cleared the obstacle, and I once again was rewarded by her beautiful laugh.


Blackjack jumped over the log easily, and I continued the chase until we reached the meadow.


I watched as she swung her leg over and jumped from her horse with ease.


"Good Lord, Isabella, with the jump and now that, are you trying to give me a heart attack?"


"Of course not, I was merely enjoying myself," she stated as she tied Pandora to a nearby tree.


I dismounted and led Blackjack over to where she had tied her mare.


Turning, I looked at my temptress of a wife. "What do you propose now,Madam?" my voice waslow; the need I felt was overwhelming.


She sauntered toward me. The sway of her hips was accented in the tight fabric.


When she reached me, she looked up with an expression of pure innocence. Running her hands up and down my arms, she simply smiled. "I love it here in the summer. The flowers are in bloom, and the grass is green and soft. It reminds me of a very special time not too long ago."


I could only nod, since she had made quick work of the buttons of my jacket and was slipping it past my shoulders. I assisted her, shrugging quickly out of the coat and depositing it on the ground. She reached for my neck cloth and slowly untied each knot before tugging on the fabric to bring my lips to hers. With lingering tenderness, she kissed me.


Too soon she released my lips and pulled the fabric from my shirt, tossing it toward the jacket. Her hands then worked their way down my chest toward my trousers.


"Have I ever told you how devastatingly handsome you are in your riding trousers and boots?" she whispered as she pulled my shirt off.


The seduction she was creating increased my desire for her more than I ever thought possible. The blood in my body boiled and pounded in my ears as I tried to speak.


"Yes," I croaked.


With the shirt off and my skin exposed, she leaned forward, placing kisses on my bare chest. Her fingers slipped underneath my trousers, and I finally regained my senses.


"I feel as though there is a vast difference in our dress."


Looking up at me she smiled wickedly. Turning so her back was facing me, she swept her hair from her back.


I stared at the view she was presenting me with, and it wasn't until she cleared her throat that I returned to my senses. The top of the dress was a corset, and I reached for the laces with trembling hands. One by one I loosened the ties until the garment fell open, falling to the ground.


She carefully stepped out of the pooled fabric and turned to face me.


"Beautiful," I whispered reverently.


There was something different about her skin... she seemed almost luminous.


"I dreamt of you long ago… here in my meadow," I confessed. "I thought you were a wood nymph." I stepped toward her. "Nothing, not my dreams nor any painting could really do you justice."


Falling to my knees, I teased her legs with the brief flutter of my fingers. Slowly I caressed my way from her ankle up toward her knee. I added soft kisses along with my gentle stroking of her thighs.


I loved her legs, they were both slender and strong from her habit of walking.


I was rapidly approaching the junction between her thighs, my excitement was becoming very evident in my breeches.


"I love your touch, Edward," she moaned as she ran her fingers through my hair.


Emboldened by her statement, I placed a kiss on her lower belly forgoing where I knew I would be unable to control myself. Working my way up her abdomen to her breasts, she shivered when my mouth reached her nipple.


"Oh, Edward," she whispered hoarsely.


Unable to wait any longer, I rose and laid out my great coat on the grass. I picked her up and lowered her onto the ground.


Standing quickly I removed my boots, and then undid the buttons of my breeches. With a satisfied look on her face, she watched as the garment slid to the ground.


"I will never fail to be stunned into silent appreciation by your magnificent body. Nor it seems the reaction my body has from the sight of it."


I coughed softly, embarrassed.


"Tis true." She smiled naughtily.


Groaning, I joined her on the ground, wanting nothing more than to bury myself inside her immediately.


"But in seriousness, I do love you, Edward," she stated calmly.


I felt overwhelmed by the many different emotions I was experiencing. "And I love you, Isabella. Ardently, passionately, and forever. You are beautiful, my Bella, I need you, desperately."


Isabella could only moan in response.


Shifting ever so slightly, I hovered over her. While looking in her eyes I softly kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her nose and finally her lips.


"Please, Edward."


I entered her slowly, savoring the feeling that always came when we joined. I looked down briefly, watching our bodies entwined, the realization that this was my life shook me to my very core.


Looking again into the eyes on my beautiful wife, I whispered hoarsely, "I love you."


I pushed deeper into her, losing myself in the sensations, which came every time she yielded to my movements.


There was no doubt of our affection for one another. It had only grown with each passing day. I wanted to give her all the pleasure I could and fill her with my love. Each stroke became more intense, as my body thrust upward, unyielding in its pursuit.


She began to cry out, and I slowed my movements, wanting to prolong the feeling between us.


I felt her hands grab on to me, forcing me to again quicken my pace. It was obvious Isabella had other ideas. She leaned up and whispered her love and adoration in my ear. My ability to calm my ardor was lost, and I abandoned myself to her body.


The peaceful atmosphere of the meadow was such a contrast to the tumultuous storm raging between us as our bodied met.


I felt her body begin to convulse around me, the tightness was incredible, and I waited as she rode out her pleasure before seeking mine.


My completion came so quickly and violently, my body arched, and I very nearly collapsed onto her. Our breath came in quick pants as we sought each other, clinging to whatever we could while the euphoria subsided.


"Thank you, Isabella," I said simply. There were no words to describe what I felt.


Everything felt perfect in my life. Our life.


"I think I rather enjoyed riding in the saddle, rather than precariously on the edge."


My question from earlier came back to me. "I am curious as to what prompted such a bold seduction."


She laughed softly, "I simply wanted to try it, since I won't be able to ride for another six months or so."


Confused, I paused for a moment. "Why would you be unable to ride?"


She looked at me as if I had missed something important.


"Because, dear husband, in about six months' time, an heir for Pemberley will be born."


I looked at her in earnest, trying to see through her countenance if what my ears had heard was correct. "Truly?" I whispered, as if saying it louder would make it untrue.


"Yes, Edward. Truly, I am," she smiled.


"We will have child, a family. I will be a father!" I realized aloud.


Isabella could only giggle at my outburst.


I looked at her, and saw how happy and healthy she appeared. I would hold onto that thought. She would make it through, and I would realize these dark thoughts were foolish. Isabella's health was not fragile, like my mother's. This was a time to celebrate. Banishing all those thoughts and fears, I held her to me, kissing her fiercely.




In life there are no 'The Ends.' Just the promise of a wonderful beginning.

29. The Joining of Two Hearts

Pemberley, May 1814


I gathered my wife in my arms, holding her close to me. Darkness had fallen, and the only light surrounding us was the faint flickering of the lanterns lining the railing. The cool air swept across our faces as we sat on terrace. Looking toward the heavens, we gazed at the sea of stars, which seemed to have no ending.


"It is beautiful tonight, Edward."


"It is indeed, Mrs. Masen."


"Mrs. Masen, is it?" she said with a teasing tone. "After all the trouble you went to for me to call you Edward."


"I admit there is something about calling you Mrs. Masen," I whispered into her ear "that never fails to stir me."


She smiled wistfully. "I can scarcely believe it has been half a year since we married. It feels like only yesterday."


I gently caressed her arms, enjoying the way her hair flowed freely down her shoulders. It had taken some persuading, but I finally got her to agree to wear her hair down whenever we were alone.


"Isabella, it has been many years since I have felt this content. I followed the path laid before me without really caring about my destination."


She held me tighter, and I kissed her head, reassuring her.


"I would often sit here as a boy with my father, looking at the heavens. He told me no matter how quickly time passed, the stars were always a constant. As I grew older I would come out alone. I found some sense of solace, but as the years came and went, I felt so alone."


I looked down at her and saw she was looking at me with tears in her eyes. "No tears, my love. Time it seems has no meaning now. For I have you."


She smiled and grasped my hair, pulling me to her. "Do you recall our first night as man and wife?" she whispered.


"Of course." I grinned; it was a night I would never forget.


~I~I~I~


London, November 1813


Pacing impatiently outside the door to our adjoining chambers, I could no longer wait. I finally resolved to fetch her myself. Quietly, I opened the door to her chambers and went in search of my wife. Her chamber was quiet as I walked across the darkened space toward her dressing room. She was seated at her dressing table, her maid fashioning her long curls into a knot upon her head.


"I thought it was impolite for gentlemen to lurk in doorways, Sir?" she teased.


The maid finished and looked at me, surprised. "That will be all, Sarah. The Mistress will not need you until morning."


"Very good, Sir." the maid curtsied and excused herself quickly.


Isabella tried to stifle her giggle. "Oh, Edward, you mustn't frighten the poor girl. She was only doing her job."


I grinned wolfishly. "She was interfering with my intended goal, which is getting you alone."


She laughed. "So, Sir, you have me alone. Whatever will you do with me?"


I smirked. "Let me escort you, dear wife, and I shall show you exactly what I plan to do with you."


"Edward," she whispered as we entered my chambers.


Startled by the sudden change in her mood, I looked at my wife. "Isabella, what is wrong?"


"May I sit for a moment?" she asked quietly.


"Certainly, my love, may I offer you a glass of wine?"


"Please, Edward."


I poured her a drink and was becoming more alarmed when her fingers trembled as she took the glass of wine. Kneeling down at her chair, I sought to offer what comfort I could. "Are you ill, my love?"


She sighed, "I am... not sure."


"Not sure?" I responded confused.


"I spoke with... well that is to say, my mother came to my room last night and spoke of..." She paused, taking a deep breath. Her cheeks burned, and I tried to understand what her mother could have possibly said to discompose Isabella to such a degree.


"She told me what to expect in my duty as your wife," she finally managed to choke out.


My eyes were wide, and for once,I was completely speechless! I could not imagine having such a mortifying experience with one's parent. Even more so, I could not imagine what Mrs. Swan would have told her.


"If you require more time, I can wait. I would never force you in any way."


Placing her glass on the table, she took my hands. "No, Edward, it is my duty."


I groaned. There was that retched word again!


"Is that what you feel? That coming to my bed is only out of duty?" I tried to mask the hurt l felt, but it was impossible.


"Of course not, but is that not what is expected of a good wife?"


"I had hoped between us it would be so much more. Can you tell me what your mother told you?"


She blushed again, a deep crimson this time. "She told me to lie very still, and that it would hurt. And after you found your... satisfaction, you would leave me for your own bed. She also said that if I was fortunate, I would conceive soon and you would not bother me for some time."


I blinked several times, trying to understand what she had just said. The picture her mother created was grim indeed. I confess, if such were the case, I would be unhappy.


"Do you feel that this is what you want?" My heart broke at such a thought.


"I... I feel too much, Edward. Such an arrangement feels so cold."


Letting out a breath of relief, I rose to my feet and helped Isabella from the chair, leading her to my bed.


Taking her in my arms, I began kissing her slowly at first as we stood, intertwined by the bed.


"There is so much more, my love," I promised.


I had never before felt so alive, and I knew it was all because of the beautiful woman before me.


I reached for the pins holding her hair and pulled them out one by one. I watched in awe as a dark wave of hair fell about her shoulders.


I swept a wayward curl from her face, looking into her eyes. I saw so much love and longing it gave me hope. Bringing her lips to mine, I kissed her with abandon.


In my urgency I pushed her against the bed, the mattress against her knees causing her to fall backward.


I swallowed thickly at the image of my wife lying on my bed, her hair splayed out on the mattress.


Settling myself down next to her, I took the liberty of exploring her body, and with extra care I loosened each ribbon which held her robe in place. As I gently pushed it open, I gasped. The nightgown underneath was completely sheer.


I looked up at my bride who had looked away, no doubt embarrassed.


"Isabella, what is wrong?"


"I have never been so exposed, Edward. This is all so new to me."


"Does my touch frighten you?" I ran my fingers along her exposed flesh.


She shivered at my touch, "Not at all. In fact, it is quite the opposite. Does that not make me wanton?"


"No, I confess I am delighted you enjoy it. There is no shame in taking pleasure from the love I show you."


Raising her up, I assisted her in discarding her robe. The nightgown left nothing to the imagination. Wanting to feel her completely, I removed the gown.


She took hold of my shirt and drew it over my head. Not wanting to frighten her, I lay her back down before she could remove my breeches. We explored each other's bodies, with gentle kisses. Soon an urgency began to build, as my hands wandered up and down her naked flesh.


My hand sought her breast, and I marveled at how soft they felt. A soft moan escaped her lips, which only served to urge me further.


She felt amazing.


I felt her hand graze my breeches and hissed as she sought to remove them.


"I fear you will have to assist me, Edward. I am not familiar with removing men's clothing."


I undid the latch which secured the breeches. Sitting up, I discarded the last impediment of clothing and returned to her quickly. Isabella's face flushed as she stared at my arousal.


She blinked, and her eyes darkened. I gathered her close, feeling her body shiver, in what I hoped was desire and not fear.


I kissed her longingly, resuming my exploration of her body.


With my desire whipped into a frenzy, I could no longer wait.


"I am no longer afraid, Edward. Please my love, make me yours," she breathed.


With the utmost care, I placed her on her back, rolling atop her body.


My entire body trembled as I entered my wife for the first time. There were no words to describe such a heady sensation.


I never took my eyes from hers as I slowly guided myself inside. A small wince of pain appeared on her face, and I felt her fingers dig into my back. I whispered apologizes to her.


Over and over, telling her of my love.


Soon her expression smoothed, and she smiled.


I remained close to her while being mindful not to crush her with my weight. I kissed her with a need that matched my movements – slow and sensual.


Isabella gasped and raised her hips. Suddenly, I was even deeper than I had been before.


It was too much. The feelings consumed me. I was overwhelmed.


I could feel the tension in my lower body begin to build. I clung to her, desperately trying to hold on before the waves of desire swept me away.


Each crest began to build, higher and higher until it peaked, sending my body into a fevered state.


I lost myself in her, shuddering violently and crying out in my release. Completely spent, I collapsed on her, trying to regain my breath. I rolled onto my back and pulled her to me. We lay there, holding each other, both incapable of words.


"Edward, I had no idea one could experience such feelings."


I knew there was so much more she would experience. "This is only the beginning, my Isabella."

~I~I~I~

"I do remember, with clarity. Has it not improved with time, my love?"


She laughed quietly, "It has indeed. In fact, I was beginning to think you were never going to let me out of the house!"


I groaned, "That ball was a complete waste of time. I would have preferred to stay home with you."


"Really?" she questioned. "I was under the impression you enjoyed yourself."


"Dancing with you is always a pleasure, my dear. The rest however, I could have done without."


"Of what are you speaking, Edward? You were happy."


"I was, my love, but the constant stares by men who thought they had the right to gaze upon your person was infuriating."


"The waltz was incredible, was it not?" she whispered.


I closed my eyes, recalling the evening.


The ballroom had been sweltering. As usual, entirely too many people had been invited. I found myself walking through the crowds, my wife on my arm... enjoying myself.


I knew if Emmett had been here he would have joyfully proclaimed that at last I had given up my hiding spot to join the living.


Leading my wife to the dance floor, I could not help but smile at my cleverness. In an attempt to secure her to myself for the night I had taken the liberty of filling her dance card with my name. By doing so I ensured that should she be asked she could decline in good conscience. As for myself, it was a selfish motive for which I was not the least sorry.


The music began, and I was momentary surprised. I had only danced the waltz a handful of times because of the scandal associated with dancing so close to one's partner it was usually avoided. Isabella looked confused for a moment. "Edward, what dance is this?"


I grinned and took her hand, leading her. "It is called the Waltz, my love."


"I thought it was considered scandalous," she whispered.


"Well then, my dear, would you like to stop?" I punctuated my statement by moving my body closer to hers.


Stunned, her eyes widened. "No... Edward," she replied.


Grasping her waist tighter, I leaned in, "You realize that having you this close is driving me to distraction?" I whispered.


She snaked her hand up my arm toward my face, stroking it lovingly she replied. "If it is anything compared to what it is doing to me then we are even."


The next spin she leaned in even closer, brushing her breasts against my chest. "Minx!" I hissed.


Her laugh was beautiful, and I could only smile. "Who, me?" she replied innocently. I could only shake my head, she knew exactly what she was doing.


"You were lovely as I recall, not to mention a minx," I teased.


"You didn't seem unhappy at the time."


"Not unhappy, Isabella, I was having a very difficult time maintaining my composure."


She stood and leaned against the railing. "It is so peaceful here. I truly love it."


I joined her there, holding her. "I am very happy to hear you say that, Isabella."


"Edward," She pulled away from my arms and looked at me through her lashes, "I am feeling tired, perhaps I ought to retire."


Alarmed, I looked at her. "Let me assist you."


"Assist me with what?" she asked confused.


"To bed, Isabella."


"Oh... how very convenient." She smiled and leaned in, kissing my cheek. Her lips lingered only a moment before she turned on her heel and ran into the house. I stood there for a moment until I realized what had happened.


"Minx!" I exclaimed as I ran after her.


I was able to catch her easily, one of the benefits of my large frame. I lifted her over my shoulder and ran for my chambers.


"Edward Masen! Put me down this instant!" She pounded my back.


Her pleas only drove me faster.


It felt like I couldn't reach her room fast enough.


"Isabella, you issued a challenge. I only hope you are ready for me."


She gave me no answer but for a soft moan.


When I finally reached my chambers, I carefully lifted her to the floor. We seized each other immediately, trying desperately to remove our clothing.


When we finally were free, I took her in my arms and kissed her. I asked her if she wanted me to touch her.


I needed her; the desire which had been building all evening was too much.


She nodded, and I began caressing her. With slow, tender strokes I ran my fingers up and down her soft skin. In the past months I had memorized every part of her body. The connection I felt was more than I could ever describe, more intimate than I ever thought possible.


It was as if not only our bodies connected but our souls as well. I seemed to know what she wanted, even before she could tell me.


I gave her all the pleasure I could, for she deserved nothing less.


I told her how she had changed me, how her beauty and mind were exactly what I had been looking for.


Her eyes never left mine as we moved together.


Our climax was long, slow and gentle.


~I~I~I~


Pemberley, August 1814


"When is Alice due to arrive, Edward?" she called to me.


I pulled back on Blackjack, bringing him from a canter to a trot. Turning to look at my wife, I said, "I believe we have several hours before her arrival."


She looked beautiful astride her horse. When we had reached Pemberley, she had asked me if I could teach her to ride. Although she had some experience riding, I suspected she wanted to be able to accompany me on my various outings. I heartily agreed since I was loathe to be apart from her and knew she would need more instruction before I felt comfortable enough to bring her on some of the more difficult paths.


I smiled as she patted Pandora. Isabella had fallen in love with that horse from her first trip. When I presented her with the horse as her own, she had been as giddy as a child.


I laughed and told her of all the gifts I had given her; the animal had exacted the warmest reaction.


"Well my dear, you should know by now I am not a woman who can be bought with meaningless trinkets."


Truer words were never spoken.


"You seem very far away. Anything you wish to tell me?"


"I was just remembering your reaction when I gave you Pandora."


"Really, Edward, was it that extraordinary?"


I laughed. "It was indeed, my love, for I can safely say you are the only woman who would prefer a horse to jewelry."


She made a most amusing face. "I am not fond of jewelry." Her lips turned into a pout.


"It is sweltering today," I commented, grimacing as the sweat ran down my back. "It felt so much better when we were cantering, at least the wind made it seem so."


"I think Pandora could use a drink. Is there a stream near by?"


I looked around, and realized we were near one of the lakes on the upper side of the estate.


Kicking Blackjack into gallop, I took off for the lake. I knew Isabella could keep up, but I looked back never the less. She was close to catching me, and I chuckled at the persistent look she wore.


When I reached a narrow path, I slowed, ducking in many places to avoid low lying branches. The foliage was dense, and I questioned myself if this was the right direction I should have gone. However, a few moments later the trees opened up to a grassy clearing.


Up ahead a small lake was peacefully situated. Soft light filtered from the trees, providing some respite from the heat.


Everything was in full bloom; it was almost ethereal in its beauty.


I turned and saw Isabella jump from her horse. She walked slowly toward the bank of the pond and bent down to feel the water.


"It is perfect, Edward!"


I agreed and dismounted. We brought our horses over to drink. The refreshing water was sorely needed for all of us.


I took Pandora and tied her, along with Blackjack, to a nearby tree. When I turned, Isabella was seated on a fallen log.


She had removed her riding jacket and hat. Her hair was wind-swept, falling gently down her back. As I neared, I noticed she was removing her boots and…, to my torture, her stockings.


"What have you in mind, Madam?"


Turning to look, she smirked. "I feel like a swim, Sir. Would you care to join me?"


Without having to be told twice, I swiftly removed my jacket. "I certainly would, my love."


"Edward, would you assist me in removing my corset?" Her back was facing me, her head turned in my direction.


I swallowed the urge to take her right there.


Gently, I loosened the laces of her corset and watched as she slid out of the confines of her clothing. Only her chemise remained.


With a grin, she dove into the lake.


I watched as her body moved through the water. The delicate white fabric was now completely translucent, and floated around her body in a most appealing way. When she finally came up for air, I rid myself of the rest of my clothing and dove in.


I swam up behind her and quickly grabbed her waist, pulling her back to me. Laughing softly, she let her head fall back onto my chest.


"I was wondering when you would join me. You seemed confused."


"Not confused, darling. Mesmerized would be a more accurate description."


Her hands reached behind to feel my body. I smirked when she found what she was seeking.


"I believe, Mrs. Masen, that you are wearing far too many clothes." I moved my hands from her waist, brushing her breasts as I made my way to the neckline of her wet garment. Grasping tightly with both hands, I tore the fabric down to her navel, and lowered us into the water. I reclined her onto my shoulder, giving me better access to her face and neck.


My hands roamed over her wet flesh, teasing it into goosebumps, as I trailed my way from her stomach to her breast.


I placed teasing kisses from her shoulder to her neck, licking and biting as I lost myself in this overwhelming passion which only seemed to grow.


"Edward, enough teasing," she moaned.


Tilting her forward, I teased her entrance, slipping back and forth as I prepared her for me.


"Now!" she cried.


I positioned myself and eased into her. The warmth of her body was such a contrast from the cool water. I couldn't control the guttural moan which fell from my lips. "Oh, Isabella..."


I moved within her, the tempo quickly increasing as each moan escaped her. The softness of her voice only served to urge me on. Her breasts splashed lightly as they bounced on the surface of the water. I could feel her tightening around me. "That's it, my Bella. Let yourself feel, my love."


The situation took on a feel of detached reality. Almost as if in another place and time what we were doing should have felt shameful, instead it felt perfect.


"Oh... Edward..." she cried out, as she reached her pleasure.


Not long after, I followed, gasping as my release filled her.


Utterly spent, I held onto her tightly, offering what comfort and strength I could in my embrace. Our breathing eventually calmed, and I cradled her to me. "I fear we must return to the house."


"Yes, it would not do to have Alice return to Pemberley with no one to welcome her," she said sadly.


I carried her from the water, setting her down gently. "Can I help you dress, darling?"


She shook her head, "I can manage."


"I don't understand the reason for so many undergarments." I held up the many pieces of her wardrobe.


"Is that why you are constantly ripping them? Do they offend you, Sir?" she teased.


"Of course. They cover your beautiful body."


With a playful laugh, she pulled her dress on, forgoing the complicated undergarments.


"You, Sir, are incorrigible. Shall we go greet your sister?"

~I~I~I~

It had taken much longer than I anticipated to ride back to Pemberley. By the time we had taken the horses to the stables and began making our way to the house, it was well past midday.


"I expect Alice has already arrived," I said to Isabella, who looked away, embarrassed.


"Edward, I am not wearing any of my undergarments. I will not greet your sister half dressed!" she cried.


"Hmm," I mused. "Perhaps we could sneak in the side door and make our way to our rooms by the back stair case."


"You, Sir, are a very devious man." She grinned.


We laughed together as we strolled up to the back door. I assisted her up to our rooms, and rang the bell for the servants to attend us. After I was dressed, I sent my man down to inform Alice I would be escorting Isabella down, and that we would join her shortly.


Knocking softly on the door to my wife's chambers, I entered. She was dressed and appeared ready to join me downstairs.


"Beautiful, as always,Mrs. Masen. I see you found your undergarments once more," I remarked with a slight grin.


"I did, and once again, Betsy asked what I had done to my clothes. You continue to cause me a great deal of embarrassment, Sir." She raised her eyebrow, as if to dare me to contradict her.


"I take full responsibility for anything that happens in regards to your wardrobe. I suppose it is a very good thing I am so rich and can afford to buy you new things."


She could only laugh as we walked downstairs together to meet my sister.


"Isabella!" My sister ran to greet my wife, practically pushing me out of the way as they embraced. They greeted one another warmly, and Alice took her hand to lead her to the nearest sofa. If I had not been so happy to see Alice so taken with Isabella I might have been offended that she completely ignored my presence.


Instead I watched and listened as the two women, who were dearer to me than any other, laughed and talked of what had happened in the time since they had last met.


It had been several months since Alice had been with us. After our time in London, she joined us at Pemberley. I was happy to have her home, and was shocked when after less than a fortnight she declared her wish to return to London. At first, I was confused and hurt that my sister would want to leave again so soon. But after a rather long conversation, Isabella told me she felt she was imposing and wanted to give us time alone. She also suspected with Jasper's imminent departure that Alice wanted to spend what time she could with him before he joined his regiment, bound for Spain.


His assignment was not unsurprising, yet I confess I feared for him. Many men never returned, and those who did were only a shell of their former-selves.


"Does he often stand and stare at you, Isabella?" Alice laughed, wrestling me from my thoughts.


"Not often, why?"


"Oh, well, he is doing a very good impression of a statue from our garden."


They both giggled, and I tried not to pout. "I see how it is. I never realized I could be so easily replaced."


"You, Sir, are quite pathetic when you do not get your way." Isabella teased.


"Well, I suppose that is my cue to leave you ladies alone and retreat to my study before dinner."


"Edward," Alice said, concerned.


But I held my hand up. "Alice, I am fine. I am happy you have found a friend in Isabella. I will see you two at dinner."


I had other reasons for retreating to my study. Since returning to Pemberley, I had been unable to tear myself away from my wife long enough to answer correspondence in a timely manner. It wasn't until my steward brought to my attention several disputes which were weeks old that I made the decision to set aside certain hours to deal with estate matters.


Smiling at my cleverness, I realized that by slipping away now I would be able to finish early.


After pouring through half a dozen reports and answering some letters from town, I felt exhausted. I looked at the time, and realized dinner was due to begin at any moment. Wanting to complete this final letter, I doubled my efforts. So engrossed in my work, I had not heard the door open or the light footsteps of my wife as she made her way behind me.


I felt her hands first, as they wound their way through my hair. Then slowly they made their way to my face and down my neck. The touch of her bare skin against mine always sent a shiver down my spine. I set down the quill and turned to look at her. Slowly, she reached for my hand and brought it to brush against her lips.


The sensations created by her nearness never ceased to amaze me. All I could do was smile like a fool.


"Will you escort me to dinner, my love?" she asked.


I picked her up, laughing as she playfully hit my arms asking to be released. I chuckled at her futile effort and continued carrying her all the way to the dining room. When we entered, I saw Mrs. Cope speaking with Alice, who was now looking at me like I was a lunatic. Mrs. Cope shook her head and patted Alice on the arm, "This is tame, my dear. Don't let your brother's stern countenance ever fool you again."


A wicked gleam shone in her eye, and I shook my head. "Where is Jasper when I need him? It seems all the females are conspiring against me, and it would only be fair if I had another male on my side."


Alice's face fell for a moment. "I forgot to tell you, he sends his regards, Edward."


I put Isabella down and went over to her. She held onto me tightly. "He will be alright. Jasper is a strong, brave man. He will come home to us."


She looked up, blinking away the tears in her eyes. "I know. Thank you brother."

~I~I~I~

Pemberley, December 1814


I watched out the window as the snow fell, covering the landscape in a gentle blanket of white. I was beginning to worry that the last of our party would be unable to navigate the roads. The Swans had arrived with Angela and Bree. I had received a letter from Riley explaining his regrets in not being able to attend due to his obligations.


My cousin Kate and her husband Garrett arrived not long after. I smiled as I thought back on the surprising letter I received from Rosings. It seemed my marriage not only prompted, but also gave Kate the courage to seek her own happiness. They seemed very much in love, and I was happy for them. For once, Lady Irina was rendered speechless as her daughter laid out in no uncertain terms her plans for her should she choose to object.


Alice remained with us at Pemberley, and she and Isabella became the closest of friends. She would often stumble upon us embracing in different places; she would only smile and walk in the opposite direction. We had not heard from Jasper other than through his superiors assuring us he was well. I looked forward to his return more for Alice's sake than my own.


This left Emmett, Rosalie, and their new daughter. I would not be surprised if they had decided to stop, rather than risk the child's health in this weather. Jane McCarty was born just ten months after her parents married, to the absolute pleasure of her parents and to the utter dismay of her aunts. The two women had never reconciled themselves to their brother's "disastrous marriage." A child only solidified the fact that they would not inherit any more than what their father set aside. The harpy had been so abusive in her comments toward Rosalie and Isabella that she was cut off completely.


"My dear, worrying will not bring them any faster." I closed my eyes and savored the feeling I always had when we were close.


I turned to hold her close to me, soothing her. "No, it will not, but I feel helpless here."


"You know that Emmett would not attempt the road if he felt it was too dangerous," she said quietly.


"True," I agreed. "How did you manage to slip away from our guests?" I was curious; since her mother had arrived she had been consuming all of Isabella's time.


"I suggested to Father that perhaps Mama could use some rest… and I had Mrs. Cope give her a draught in her tea," she admitted.


"Isabella Masen!" I gasped, shocked.


"Oh, Edward, don't act so shocked. She was acting like a manic, and add to that the worry over Rose and the child... I couldn't stand it any longer."


"You are devious, my dear. Does this mean when I displease you I will find myself passed out in my tea cup?"


"Perhaps." she grinned mischievously. "Oh, look Edward. They have arrived!" she exclaimed suddenly.


I looked out the window and saw Emmett assisting his wife down from the carriage. Several servants flocked to their aide. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to Isabella.


As I looked at the woman who had brought so much happiness into my life, I saw in her eyes a love so complete and filled with devotion, I could scarcely breathe. Everyday I was reminded of just how much she had changed me. Of the love which she had brought into my life. Every time I saw her it was as if I saw her for the first time. She became more beautiful with each passing day.


I took her hand and brought it to my lips. "Isabella Masen, have I told you today that I consider you the most beautiful woman of my acquaintance, and I am a lucky man to have you for my wife?"


Blushing, she shook her head, no.


"Forgive me?" I asked.


"There was never anything to forgive." She suddenly stood up on her toes, clinging to the lapels of my jacket. "I love you, Edward," she whispered as she pulled me closer.


I obliged, brushing her lips lightly with mine, before whispering. "My heart is yours, Isabella. My only desire is to make you happy, for the rest of our lives."

28. We are all fools in love

"Edward!" Emmett boomed joyfully. "I trust you slept well."


I smiled as I sat down to join him for breakfast. "I believe the weeks of business took their toll. I slept quite soundly, thank you."


"Excellent! I planned on calling at Longbourn this morning. You are welcome to join me," he added hesitantly.


I smirked, as the opportunity was exactly what I had hoped for. "I would be happy to accompany you."


"Perfect. You know, Edward, I am finding there are many advantages to being engaged."


I smiled at his joyful attitude. "Oh really? Enlighten me."


His smile grew even wider. "I am able to visit my betrothed any time I wish."


I smiled and shook my head. "That is indeed an advantage."


"Let us not waste anymore precious time. Shall we?"


"I am at your disposal, Emmett."


~I~I~I~


Emmett was excited as we neared Longbourn. During the entire ride, he had spoken about improvements he intended to make to the Netherfield property. He sought my opinion once or twice, but seemed to have grown in confidence since last November.


The house came into view, and I felt myself growing nervous. I wasn't sure of the reception I would receive from the Swans, and most importantly Isabella.


I had asked the Cullens and Victoria to omit any part I had in arranging for the match with Riley. I did not want her to feel bound to me out of obligation.


I could not bear that.


The duel was one subject of which I was sure she would not have any knowledge.


Instinctively, I placed my hand on my chest where the bandage lay and drew in a deep breath.


"Edward, I know the Swans can be trying. Thank you for agreeing to join me."


I looked at him in earnest. "Emmett, I am happy to accompany you."


The house came into sight, and I steeled myself.


We were met by a man-servant who took our horses. I admit I was afraid that my nerves would expose my intentions before I had a chance to speak to Mr. Swan.


Stepping through the door, the housekeeper greeted us amicably, and we followed her to the sitting room. I could hear raised voices and was worried we had come at a bad time.


"But what is he doing here...?"


I looked at Emmett, who appeared worried.


"Mr. McCarty and Mr. Masen, to see you Ma'am."


I looked around the room for the object of my affections. She was tucked into the corner, her eyes fixed on the floor.


"Mr. McCarty, we were not expecting you this morning, you sly thing." Mrs. Swan glided over to Emmett and showed him to his seat. After assuring he was properly situated, she turned and looked at me for a moment. With a dismissive tone, she said, "Mr. Masen, I suppose you are welcome too."


Dismissing me, she took her seat and began to prattle on about a letter she received from her youngest daughter.


I listened, with polite disinterest, as I gazed at Isabella. She had yet to meet my eye, and I was growing more fearful by the minute.


Could she have altered her opinion?


My heart clenched painfully, and I could bear it no longer. Turning to gaze out the window, I tried to calm my fears.


"I will never understand why some people fancy themselves so far above their company."


I turned to see Mrs. Swan speaking with Emmett, who looked stricken.


"It is true that her wedding was small, but it would have been much grander if she had been married from home."


"Mama," Miss Swan said, rising from her seat, "It is so lovely outside I feel the need for some fresh air and exercise."


Mrs. Swan looked at her daughter. "Oh very well, but I would much rather stay home."


She turned to Emmett. "My poor nerves, I feel I am better off here."


"Excellent!" Emmett stood. "Would any of the other Miss Swans care to join us?"


Miss Rosalie was pulling Isabella with her, while the younger girls declined.


~I~I~I~


We walked in uncomfortable silence, while the engaged couple ahead of us chatted happily.


I looked at Isabella several times, but never caught her eye. She seemed to be fidgeting with her gloves, causing my anxiety to increase.


I knew she was a remarkably intelligent woman, who at times could be quite passionate in defending her opinion. This docile woman beside me was a stranger, and it frightened me.


A sudden icy shiver ran up my spine.


Could she know everything?


My mind raced thinking of her words and gestures briefly before her departure from Lambton.


Had she been saying goodbye?


"Mr. Masen," she began timidly. "I have been very selfish, sir, and must beg you accept my thanks for not only my self, but my whole family. They know not to whom they are indebted."


Everything suddenly became painfully clear, and the meaning behind her words struck me to my core.


It was duty, plain and simple.


Trying to find my words I stopped, and looked at her in earnest.


"Isabella," I choked out in spite of the tears which threatened to overwhelm me. "As much as I respect your family, I believe I only thought of you. Please believe me when I say this, your suffering caused me pain as I had never in my life experienced. The death of my parents was indeed harsh, but seeing you helpless and sobbing... it was within my power to make things right and so I went, for you."


Her eyes blinked rapidly and tears fell softly down her cheeks.


"Please tell me that you still love me. For I could not bear it if you no longer cared for me."


She quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked up at me with fierce determination.


"Edward, my love for you could never change. Without you, life would be empty, tired, and lonely. I could scarcely hope that you still wanted me after everything you have suffered."


This time I laughed as the meaning of her words became clearer. "Are we doomed to so willfully misunderstand one another?"


She smiled, though sadly. "I was so frightened that I might lose you."


Taking her hand, I softly caressed it before tugging her to me sharply. She gasped in shock, no doubt due to my roughness. "Isabella." My voice was low and throaty. "We are the most stubborn, ridiculous fools that ever lived."


Wrapping her in my arms, I lifted her to me. I leaned closer and closer, until my lips brushed gently against hers. I was surprised when her mouth parted welcoming me.


Abruptly, I stopped and gently set her back onto the ground. "Isabella, please forgive my behavior. It seems when it comes to you I lose all sense of reason."


She laughed. "Sir, if I may be so bold, your behavior is not at all unwelcome."


I sucked in a harsh breath, as she looked up at me demurely.


Her innocence and unknown passion were driving me insane.


"I shall remember that," I promised.


~I~I~I~


After speaking with Isabella, it was decided that I would ask her father permission upon returning to the house. She seemed nervous and that did nothing to sooth my anxiety.


We located Emmett and Miss Swan, who had conveniently wandered in a different direction.


We finally reached the house and were met by Mr. Swan, who looked impassive. He simply looked at me with a perceptive stare and proceeded to welcome us back. Taking a seat, I was content to have few moments of solitude before asking to speak with Mr. Swan. Sadly he had other ideas.


"Mr. Masen, would you care to join me in my library?" His penetrating stare caused my mouth to run dry.


Swallowing, I nodded and briefly glanced at Isabella, who looked at me with worried eyes.


At the time I had thought Mr. Cullen had been joking about his brother's special regard for what he called, 'his favorite daughter.'


Now I wasn't so sure he had been exaggerating.


"Please, have a seat, Mr. Masen." He motioned to a seat near the fireplace.


After pouring himself a glass of brandy, he politely offered and I declined.


"I believe we need to have a serious discussion." His stern gaze made me more uncomfortable than when my own father had chastised me long ago.


"Yes, sir, I believe we do."


He waited patiently for me to speak.


Gathering all the possible courage I had, "Mr. Swan, I have asked Isabella to be my wife and she has accepted. I humbly request your permission for her hand."


His eyes only widened slightly before his expression again became neutral.


"I admit I am astonished by your request, Mr. Masen. I was under the impression you found my daughter merely tolerable."


I groaned internally, wanting nothing more than to go back in time and right my egregious statement.


"I would like something understood, Mr. Masen. Isabella is very special to me. Since she was a child her, wit and curiosity reminded me a lot of myself. I could not live knowing she was bound forever in a marriage in which she could not respect her partner." He looked at me with a stern glance.


The sick feeling within my heart spread throughout my body, and I trembled. He was going to refuse me. I wanted nothing more than to throw all dignity aside and fall on my knees begging him to reconsider.


"Fortunately, my daughter has chosen a man who, not only loves her unconditionally, but has proven his worth many times over." His expression softened. "I will never be able to repay you for what you did for my youngest daughter, sir. But I will repay the money you laid out for her dowry."


I blinked in utter astonishment. "How...?"


"Oh, come now Mr. Masen! Are really so surprised that I would know? My brother was never so good at keeping secrets from me. As for your proposal, you are the sort of man I would never dare refuse anything! I am just grateful you are a worthy gentleman."


"I thank you, sir. I am indeed surprised at your knowing and hope you will not think me impertinent when I say I will not accept your money. As I told Mr. Cullen, the fault was mine. Had I been more open about Wickham's character, none of this would have happened. I will not be moved."


He chuckled. "Well you are indeed as stubborn as my brother said you were. Very well, I will concede to you on this point. Just remember, Mr. Masen, you may get your way with this, but when dealing with my daughter, be prepared to compromise quite frequently."


We laughed, and he shook my hand jovially. He again offered me some brandy, this time I accepted without hesitation.


~I~I~I~


Isabella was pacing relentlessly when I emerged, looking quite worried. My smile seemed to calm her fears, and she relaxed.


I asked if she could spare a moment with me in private before informing the rest of her family.


Leading me into a sitting room, she directed me to the sofa. Once we were seated I pulled her into a long embrace.


Laughing, she exclaimed, "I take it Papa gave his consent?"


"He most certainly did, although I was made to sweat in fear for several agonizing minutes."


She shook her head, and I took the opportunity to pull the velvet pouch from my pocket. Unlacing the ribbon, I drew out the ring.


Holding her hand, I slid the ring onto her delicate finger, after which I lifted it to my hand and placed a tender kiss on her hand.


"You have made me the happiest of men, Isabella."


At that moment, Mrs. Swan walked into the room. Seeing us in such a close proximity and my hands on Isabella, she retreated quickly.


"Mr. Swan! You must come here immediately. Your favorite daughter is alone with Mr. Masen..."


Her cries became quieter as she sought out her husband. Isabella's cheeks reddened in mortification.


Mrs. Swan reappeared pulling a very amused looking Mr. Swan behind her.


"You see! They are alone and in a compromising position. You must demand he marry her!"


"Why Mrs. Swan, I see no occasion for that." I looked at the man a saw him wink at us.


Isabella's mother became hysterical. "Of course you shall, look!" She pointed toward us. "One scandal is enough for a lifetime. They must marry!"


"You misunderstood me my dear. There is no occasion for me to demand he marry her since they are already engaged."


Mrs. Swan was silent for a moment, her expression was one of disbelief. Suddenly her knees began to give out, and she fell to the floor in a most unladylike manner.


Mortified, Isabella ran to her mother. The commotion drew the other girls, who were soon all standing in the doorway. Calmly, Mr. Swan asked the housekeeper to fetch her smelling salts and to have Mrs. Swan taken to her room to rest.


I couldn't be sure but as they were assisting her from the room, I swore I heard her mumbling,


ten thousand a year."


"Edward, would you join me for a walk? We can stay close to the house." Isabella whispered quietly.


"It would be my pleasure."


"Thank you. I will quickly fetch my bonnet and spencer."


We walked the length of the park in silence. After we reached a comfortable distance, Isabella began to apologize.


"Edward, I am so sorry about Mama, she is just... exuberant."


"You have nothing to apologize for. In fact, I believe I owe you an apology." Her confusion was endearing. "My Aunt," I clarified.


"Ah, yes," she stated.


"How can I possibly make amends for such behavior?" I asked sincerely.


She sighed softly. "I admit she was severe, but I quickly saw it was nothing more than you had ruined her hopes of a marriage between you and her daughter."


"It still showed a sever lack of decorum for her to insult and abuse you in such a way. And here at one time I thought my family so far above yours."


"Well sir, I believe on this point it is safe to say we are both guilty of relatives who embarrass us."


~I~I~I~


I stood waiting for Emmett to compose himself. I suppose the shock of not only my good humor after being in the Swans company, but the news of an engagement had rendered him speechless.


"I... I don't understand. Have you not always argued? How did this happen?" he asked, completely astonished.


"I admit, I admired Miss Isabella from the moment I saw her." He let out a loud snort. "Come now man, after what you said about her?"


He had no idea just how agreeable I had found Isabella that first meeting. I am sure if he knew he would thrash me soundly or call me out.


"I was very wrong, Emmett. I admit that and will spend the rest of my life making it up to her."


He eyed me for a moment before chuckling. "Damn right you will!" He howled with laughter. "For I shall be sure to tell your children and their children, oh and mine as well, that you found your wife only merely tolerable."


I glared at him. "You wouldn't dare."


"I most certain would and I intend to." He chortled. "For this is just to perfect an opportunity to pass up."


"You seem to find much amusement in my suffering."


"Of course," he said, grinning. "You have always been so serious, Edward. I was beginning to think you would never give way."


"I suppose for a time I was lost in simply doing my duty to my family, as well as Pemberley. I didn't realized how withdrawn I had become."


"Well, let us think on more pleasant topics. Such as our good fortune at securing two of the handsomest women in England."


~I~I~I~


We settled on a wedding date two months hence, in early November.


The sisters, who were so close and dear to one another, asked if we were amenable to a double wedding. Neither Emmett nor myself had any objections.


I wrote several letters informing my sister, as well as Jasper and the Major General, of my engagement. With the date set, I hoped both men would be able to attend before the realities of battle called them away once more.


The wedding preparations took up much of Isabella's time. Between the demands of Mrs. Swan, dress fittings, and other such nonsensical arrangements, I was becoming impatient for the wedding to be done with.


I was beginning to understand why couples ran off to Gretna Green.


After a particularly long stretch without my beloved, I asked that we all enjoy a stroll. Miss Swan, who was busy talking with her mother, declined. To my good fortune, only Isabella was disposed to walk out with me.


We strolled through the Longbourn gardens and past the park, into the surrounding forest.


"I will miss these familiar haunts." Isabella spoke wistfully.


"I am sorry to be taking you away from here, but rest assured we will visit, and your family will always be welcome at Pemberley," I replied sincerely.


"I know, Edward, and I am not prone to melancholy, I just... Pemberley is truly beautiful and I cannot wait to explore the grounds of my new home. I suppose it is hard to say goodbye to so familiar a place." She closed her eyes breathing deeply. "The familiar scents of the flowers, the trees. I could wander blind through these woods and never feel lost."


We were quite alone and had been for quite sometime.


Isabella opened her eyes and looked at me in earnest. "This feeling, Edward, it doesn't get any deeper than this does it?"


"Oh, yes it does." With that I took her face in my hands, looking into her eyes for a moment before bringing her lips to mine.


She sighed with contentment, and I began kissing her.


I was gentle at first, but it was not long before my passion was released and all the love and longing poured out from my very soul. Soon my hands began moving up and down her back, the sensation of her nearness sent shivers up my spine.


Her hands found their way into my hair and caressed it in a way the drove my need further into a frenzy.


Our mouths never parted, but continued to explore.


A nagging voice told me I needed to stop, but the feeling was far from satisfied.


It seemed neither of us could break away, for the loss would be too much.


When our lips finally parted, I held her to me, trying to comfort her and myself.


I couldn't think – the feelings were so overwhelming. So I held her there, content with the knowledge she would soon be mine.


~I~I~I~


October came and went, and soon the wedding was upon us. Jasper escorted Alice to Netherfield, and she ran into my arms.


"Edward! I have missed you. Where is Isabella?" she immediately asked.


I chuckled, feigning hurt. "I see who you have really missed."


"Oh, stop it." She slapped my arm playfully.


"It's true, old boy. She talked of no else the entire trip here."


"Jasper Whitlock!" she cried. "You are a traitor, sir."


Jasper looked shocked. "A traitor, Miss Alice? I am no traitor. How shall I punish you for such a speech?"


He winked at me and I decided to play along. "She is much too old to be spanked. Perhaps we should sendt her back to London as her punishment."


Alice gasped. "You wouldn't!"


"Well, as your guardians we most certainly could," Jasper drawled.


"I withdraw my comment then, sir, and beg you to forgive me." She curtsied ridiculously low, which caused Jasper to blush a deep red.


"I concede, madam!" cried Jasper.


I could not help but laugh. My sister was well on her way to becoming a confident young woman.


"Shall we go in then? I am sure Isabella is patiently awaiting your arrival."


I took her but a moment to catch my meaning. "Oh, you two!" And with that she descended the stairs leaving us to our laughter.


More guests arrived, and Netherfield was becoming quite full. I was surprised when the Major General arrived; he had sent me a post with his regrets, informing me he couldn't take leave at this time.


I understood, and was grateful Jasper had been granted leave to attend. So when he appeared I was delighted.


The night before the wedding, Emmett hosted the Swans, as well as his guests to a dinner. We ate and toasted to our forthcoming marriages.


Because of our double wedding, we decided to forgo having a man stand up with us, since for each of us it would have been the other.


With a bright smile, Mr. Swan stood. "I would like to thank you, Mr. McCarty, for your hospitality this evening. I feel blessed to have so much happiness in my life. I propose a toast to the two happy couples, may your marriages be fruitful and your partners tolerable."


The table erupted in laughter and cheers. Isabella, as well as myself, turned bright red. I was getting accustomed to the sardonic wit of my future father-in-law. Putting aside my embarrassment, I smiled and kissed Isabella's hand.


The evening ended, and I bade my bride farewell, with a kiss of promise that tomorrow we would begin our lives together.


After the Swans departed, I bid the party goodnight.


"Edward?" I turned to see the Major General. "Might I have a word with you?"


"Certainly, sir," I agreed.


He produced a worn leather book bound with twine. "Your father bade me give this to you when you were ready. I admit I had not had the opportunity, until now, to present it, but I believe this is the correct time for you to have this."


Astonished, I took the book from him. "Thank you sir."


The older gentleman, known for his bravery and loyalty, seemed overcome by emotion. "Very well... I bid you a good night."


He walked away before I could stop him. I took the stairs to my chamber, and the book felt like a great weight in my hands. What could it possibly be?


I sat by the fire and broke the twine, carefully opening the book.


Inside the cover, I saw my father's familiar handwriting.


As I read on I realized it was my father's journal. The first entries were of Edward Masen's courtship to Lady Elizabeth.


It began with my father lamenting that her family thought him too common for their daughter of noble birth. I could scarcely believe such a thing, and shook my head as I realize some things never change.


After a lengthy courtship, Edward Masen had been successful in overcoming the families' objections.


After the marriage, my father seemed truly happy, as their marriage was a love match unlike the many marriages of convenience their friends endured. Soon the tone of my father's words became more somber as he related the many miscarriages my mother suffered, before finally bringing me into this world.


My father wrote that after my birth he was reluctant to risk her health again, but she begged him to try. It had been their desire to fill Pemberley with the laughter of many children.


But it was not to be, her health never recovered after Alice was born. She died not long after.


I closed the journal, not wanting to read his thoughts at that time. It had been hard enough to witness them.


I thought about Isabella and her health. The thought of losing her was inconceivable.


I settled in bed my, thoughts alight with the precious gift of my father's words.


Sleep had been fitful. A faint glow from the morning light filtered though the heavy curtains.


Knowing sleep would not come again, I resolved to walk out.


Donning my trousers, shirt and great coat, I decided to forgo my neck cloth as the hour was very early, and it was unlikely that I would encounter anyone.


The air was chilled but not so much that I was uncomfortable. Walking through the trees I basked in the silence. Only the occasional meadowlark disturbed the silence. A thick morning mist was rising from the fields, as the sun began to rise it would periodically break through the fog.


Looking ahead, I noticed a person walking in the distance.


Not wanting to encounter any strangers this morning I was tempted to return the way I came. I looked at my surrounding and realized where I was. Although I had not set out to walk to Longbourn, I had unconsciously done so.


As I neared, the figure and coloring of the person felt familiar. I looked closer and realized it was Isabella.


I doubled my effort to reach her, taking her into my arms when we met.


"My love, what are you doing out by yourself?"


"You will probably think I am foolish, but I could not sleep. Though I could ask the same of you, sir," she teased.


"I admit I was restless as well. But Isabella, it would not do to for the bride to catch a cold on her wedding day. May I escort you back to your house?"


"You may indeed, Edward."


As we reached Longbourn, I could hear a shrill voice coming from the house.


"Oh, Mama," Isabella lamented.


Mrs. Swan came through the door. "Where have you been? Oh, my poor nerves! Mr. Swan... Mr. Swan, I have found your favorite daughter. She has been walking out in nothing but her night dress and coat. I swear to you she will be the death of me," she cried.


Mr. Swan appeared. "Well Isabella, I suppose you had to give your mother one more attack of nerves before your departure."


"Papa," she said, laughing. "I couldn't sleep, and I suppose neither could Mr. Masen."


"Very well then. Mr. Masen, thank you for returning my daughter."


"You're very welcome, sir."


As if the concept had just occurred to her, Mrs. Swan realized I was standing next to her daughter.


"Isabella!" she admonished. "You know it is bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding." She pulled Isabella inside.


"No compassion, I tell you! No compassion for my poor nerves."


Mr. Swan smiled. "Well, son, thank you for returning her safely. Now off with you. We will meet at the church in a few hours."


"Thank you, sir." I bowed and walked back toward Netherfield.


~I~I~I~


Isabella sat down in the coach, exhausted. I took my seat and tapped the roof signaling for the coach to depart.


She leaned out toward the window and bade her friends and family goodbye.


Gathering her into my arms, I gently stroked her arms.


"It was a beautiful wedding, Edward."


"It was indeed, my love."


I had never paid much heed to the vows before, but I feel as if..." she trailed off.


I tipped her chin up so she was looking at me. "Tell me, my love," I beseeched her.


"It feels as if we are one soul now, and that everything we knew... our families... it is all second. For I am now yours as you are mine."


I placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Yes, Isabella. I am yours. And I intend on making good on all my vows."


A look of confusion passed over her face, and I smirked at her. "I promised to care for, cherish and love you. To endow you with all my worldly possessions, and..." I paused, continuing in a low voice, "with my body to worship you, until death do us part."


She shivered in my arms, and I tapped the ceiling once more, urging the carriage to move faster.