Author's Note: This is my first attempt at any fan fiction so please, pretty please be super nice and give me lots of comments, This story is a what if, what if Mrs. Bennet died in childbirth, right after having Elizabeth and Mr. Bennet remarried, a much better wife.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original characters from Jane Austin. I wish I owned Mr. Darcy, but I don't.

Prologue

It was about midday and he was hoping that this would be his lucky day. This was his second proposal to a woman, and it was no easier than the first. At least the first time he knew what her answer would be beforehand. He was standing in front of her, while she was sitting in a comfortable love seat in the richly accommodated room. She could tell he was extremely nervous which was something new, for he was always so confident and cheerful.

"Hannah, I know we haven't known each other long, but I feel as if I do truly know you. I can tell you are a woman of sense, and have a lively humor and wit to match my own. You are an amazing woman and I only wish I can court you properly but I have two daughters that are in desperate need of a Mother, and so I am asking you, will you consent to be my wife" After finishing his speech the gentleman looked hopefully into the young lady's eyes. She was beautiful, with blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She didn't know much of Mr. Bennet, for two weeks was hardly enough to get to know someone.

She did like him a whole lot; their conversations were not lacking entertainment. She just adored his two daughters, who were currently living with their departed Mother's brother, Mr. Gardener. While contemplating all these facts, she was fidgeting nervously on the sofa in her father's house. She knew she had to give him an answer and soon, he looked so lost and helpless standing there in front of her. And very handsome, it was so exasperating. Did she want to marry man who had two daughters already, true he did have a small fortune and she would be well taken care of. His social standing was a little less than hers but she didn't really like the people she associated with.

A small smile spread across her face, this is going to be an adventure, and besides if she didn't marry him than who would.

"Yes", she looked up at him after saying this, it appeared he hadn't really heard what she had just said, "I will marry you, Mr. Bennet," she said a little more loudly.

"What, you will….. Hannah…um... I don't really know what to say," he stammered still shocked that she would say yes.

"Then don't say anything, just kiss me" Mr. Bennet wasn't fazed by her forwardness and he certainly didn't waste anytime in compiling with her request, and sealed their fate with a chaste kiss. Backing away, both blushing profusely Mr. Bennet continued to speak, "I suppose I must speak with your Father for you hand in marriage, and tell my girls. They will be so happy, as am I "They looked contently at one another for a while, although neither of each other loved one another as much as they would have liked. At least they could learn to love as man and wife do, and Mr. Bennet hoped that this marriage would be more bearable than the last. He didn't just want to marry a pretty face as his had his deceased wife.

He helped her to her feet and set off to find her father. There was a little bounce in his step which only reflected his happy demeanor. Who knew what the future would hold for this hopeful couple.

So what did you think, bad or good, review and tell me if I should continue.