The Last Waltz: . . . another pride and prejudice journey of love (34 page)

“I love you too, Fitzwilliam,” she whispered as their lips met in a desperate kiss.

When they finally managed to tear their lips apart, Darcy took a step back and ran his hand lovingly over her stomach. “And how is our little one doing?” he asked as he bent to kiss the bump of her slightly protruding belly.

“All is well,” she breathed out on a sigh. “Although I do believe your child is growing at an alarming rate. It is not even four months, and already I cannot fit into any of my gowns.”

“Then I will simply buy you new ones,” he replied as he kissed her sweetly. He then reached over and again wound the key of her music box. “Happy anniversary, Elizabeth. Thank you for making this past year the happiest of my life,” he said as the melody of the waltz once again filled the room. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her fervently once again.

“Dance with me,” he whispered against her ear.

“Shall I go put on my dancing slippers?”

“Wait, not yet,” he murmured. “Stay here in my arms.”

Elizabeth was only too happy to comply. The music soon had them moving in time with the tempo. But as their bodies brushed so enticingly against each other, Darcy’s lips were soon upon hers once again. The kiss grew in passion and heat, and though they tried their best to continue on with their lovely waltz, it was soon impossible to keep up the pretense of dancing. As Darcy breathlessly pulled back from their kiss, he looked deeply into her eyes. “I have a feeling your dancing slippers will not be required tonight, sweet Lizzy.”

The End

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