Chapters (33)
- Acknowledgements
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Epilogue
- About the Author
She sighed. “He takes such good care of us; I cannot believe I almost didn’t marry him all those years ago. Thank you, Papa. I know I’ve said it before, but thank you for seeing in him what I didn’t and convincing me to give him a chance. I cannot imagine my life otherwise.”
She looked up as a shadow fell across her face.
“Are you finished talking to Papa, Lizzy?”
“Yes, Robbie, I am. Help your sister up?” She held out her hand with a smile and he pulled her to her feet. “Oh!” she cried. “Do you want to feel the baby?”
His eyes lit up. “May I?”
“Of course. The boys do it all the time. Here, put your hand here.” She placed his hand on her abdomen and his eyes lit up when he felt a tiny kick on his palm.
“Oh!” he cried.
“Isn’t it wondrous?”
He nodded. “Do you think it will be another boy?”
“You don’t think five boys is enough?” she teased.
Robin laughed. “I suppose. It would be nice to have a girl, though.”
“You think?”
“Mhmm. What do you think you would call her? If it’s a girl?”
“I like Sophie or Helena. Or Jane, after our sister. What do you think?”
“I like Jane. None of her daughters have been named after her, well, Agnes Jane, but second names don’t count, do they?”
“Of course they do!” cried Elizabeth. “You are Robin Thomas after our grandfather and father, and Bennet’s second name is Fitzwilliam after his father, and of course Alexander draws his name from Fitzwilliam’s second name, which was his grandfather’s name. A name is very important, Robin. It mustn’t be chosen lightly.”
He nodded. “Would you name her Agnes if Jane hadn’t already?”
Elizabeth smiled sadly. “I don’t know. Mama was Agnes Jane, so I probably would have used it in some fashion, but as you know, I only produce sons. Well, until now.” She looked at her belly.
“Are you sure it is a girl, then?”
“I have a very strong feeling.”
He smiled her father’s smile at her and they walked into Longbourn together.
The End
About the Author
Elizabeth Adams loves sunshine and a good book, hates asparagus, and often laughs at inappropriate moments. She has a slight chocolate addiction and can swim four laps on a good day, but makes up for it by being a great dancer.
Other books by Elizabeth Adams
The Houseguest
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