Darcy grinned and dropped a kiss on her hair. “I saw the same. You will be a wonderful mother,” he said. She had never saidas much, but she was a bit concerned that she would not know how to parent as she wished, having never experienced it for themselves. On that last trip from Longbourn to Pemberley, they had spoken of the types of parents they wanted to be.

“And you will be a wonderful father. Georgiana is evidence enough of that,” Elizabeth told him.

Pulling her to him more tightly, they sat in silence together for several minutes. “We have never spoken of a name for this little one,” Elizabeth said, breaking the silence. “In my dream, I think we called him Will. What do you think of William Alexander?”

“Not Bennet? We discussed that a time or two,” he replied.

“We can name the second boy Bennet, or one of the twins. I want to name the first one after you. It seems we will have plenty more opportunities,” she retorted with a saucy grin on her lips.

Nearly a year of marriage had taught him the best way to silence her when she teased him was a kiss. If he did it correctly, she completely forgot what she was about when he was finished.

This time was no different. When he finished with her, she had nearly forgotten her own name, much less anything else they had been discussing. As their passions rose and fulfilled, the pleasure their mutual dream had wrought lingered in their minds. They knew, whatever might come in the future, they would face it together.