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This is the last post for this vignette. I’ll have to write a new one for next week. 🙂
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Darcy removed his shoes and coat, then settled down beside Elizabeth, with his back to the headboard. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and used the other to help her support their son. “So … Bennet George Darcy?”
Elizabeth smiled at the man she loved. “That is an excellent name, and I know it is one we agreed on before, but we did not know he would be born on Christmas Day. Perhaps we should give him a name that reminds him of the true reason we celebrate the day of his birth.”
Darcy nodded. “Hmm, yes, perhaps we should. Do you have a name in mind?” Darcy kissed his wife’s hair and gently caressed young Bennet’s head.
Darcy knew from Elizabeth’s strong tone of voice that she was sure of her choice. He nodded again. “I think that’s a good alternative. The first half of his name will always remind him of a different baby born on this day.”
“It will.” Elizabeth gazed lovingly at her baby as he fell asleep with her breast in his mouth.
“Shall Bennet remain his first name with Christopher after, or will it be opposite?” Darcy’s finger slid over the silky skin of the baby.
“Do you mind if it is his first name?”
“Not at all! Naming the firstborn son after the mother’s family is a Fitzwilliam tradition, not a Darcy one. We will not be the odd ones for naming ours something else.”
“Good.” Elizabeth nodded her head one time, firmly. “Then he shall be Christopher Bennet George Darcy.”
Darcy grinned. “I like the sound of that.” He kissed first Elizabeth’s head, then Christopher’s, then Elizabeth’s once again. As the midwife slipped out of the room, her cleaning-up duties complete, the master of Pemberley pulled a coverlet up over himself and his family and cuddled with them in the big bed and went to sleep.
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