Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy was awoken quite suddenly by a loud, shrill noise that was still somewhat alien to him. Beside him, his wife slumbered peacefully, remaining blissfully unaware of the sound that was emanating from the room just next door. Before leaving bed, Darcy gazed at the face of his sleeping wife. The signs of fatigue lined her face, a result of the lack of sleep they had both been experiencing over the past few months. To Darcy, nothing could ever diminish his wife's beauty. In fact, the reason for her fatigue had only increased his love, adoration, and devotion to this woman. The woman whom he had loved since the moment he saw her at the ball at Meryton almost four years ago. The woman who had soundly rejected him and swore that he was the last man in world she could ever marry. 'How times have changed,' Darcy thought to himself. Not only was the incredible Elizabeth Bennet his wife and the mistress of the Pemberley estate, she was now the mother of his child. The cries from the nursery next door grew louder and more impatient. He had lingered far too long; the cries of the baby were starting to wake Lizzie. Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her tired eyes and her dark brown orbs met his blue ones.

"Remind me again, my love, why we didn't employ a nurse," Lizzie questioned drowsily as she snuggled closer into Darcy's chest.

"I seem to recall that you wanted us to raise our child on our own, and not by nurses and governesses, sweetheart," Darcy replied, kissing her forehead. "Good morning, Mrs. Darcy," he said and softly kissed her lips as he did every morning.

"At night, I fear that it may not have been the wisest choice I've ever made, Mr. Darcy," she replied with the beginning of a grin gracing her sleepy face.

"This stage will pass, my love, no doubt sooner than we want it too. Just ask Jane and Charles. I'm sure that they are missing this stage of our nephew's life. Though I doubt that they are missing it at this early hour," Darcy chuckled, "We should enjoy it while it lasts. But, as for right now, I will see what I can do to try and get us some peace and quiet."

With that, Darcy finally pulled back the sheets and put his feet on the cold mahogany floor. After a quick stretch and putting on his dressing gown, he walked, rather briskly, to the room next door where he found the unhappy infant. The nursery was furnished in all things delicate and feminine. The walls outfitted in ivory wallpaper with subtle pink flowers. Matching ivory curtains framed the windows, which were catching the pale glow of sunlight that was just starting to peak through the trees that covered the beautiful grounds of Pemberley. When Darcy reached the ornate cradle, he saw the most beautiful thing in the world, the most precious thing that has ever been housed in the great estate of Pemberley: his four-month-old daughter.

She truly was, in his not so humble opinion, the most beautiful baby he had ever laid eyes on. She was absolutely perfect. Her looks favoured neither of her parents, but there were definitely features of her tiny face that more strongly resembled either her mother or father. The shape of her little face, eyes and lips definitely more closely resembled her mother. 'She will be a great beauty, just like my Lizzie,' Darcy thought to himself. He reached into the cradle and lifted out the tiny baby. Her crying subsided almost instantly when she realized she was now comfortably held in the strong, protective arms of her father. She continued to whimper until she heard his deep, soothing voice talking to her.

"My little love, you are making quite a fuss, aren't you? Just in need of a little attention aren't we my darling, Rose?"

Her cries ceased almost immediately as she looked up contentedly at her father. Her brilliant blue orbs were unmistakably those of her father and were surrounded by the longest eyelashes Darcy had ever seen on an infant. As Darcy continued to talk to his daughter, he ran his fingers through the dark auburn curls that covered her tiny head.

"Well, we are quite well now, aren't we? I think you may have awoken the entire house. The sun is nearly up now, can you see?" Darcy asked as he walked over to the window that overlooked the very handsome and managed grounds. "What do you say, Rose, do you think we should go see if your Mama is awake yet? How about that, my darling?"

The infant replied with a small, toothless grin.

"I'll take that as a yes," Darcy whispered as he beamed down at his daughter as he made his way towards the master bedroom to find his wife peacefully sleeping again.

"Lizzie, my love, we have a visitor," Darcy whispered as he entered the room. Lizzie's eye fluttered open slowly, but she was awake instantly after seeing Darcy carrying their daughter in his arms.

"My two favourite people in this entire world," Lizzie beamed at the father-daughter pair. "Please, husband, bring me my precious little angel." Darcy willingly obliged and handed off their daughter into her mother's warm arms, followed by a sweet, delicate kiss. "My darling Rose, you grow more beautiful everyday."

"Just like her mother," Darcy replied, briefly taking his eyes of their daughter and gently placed kisses on Lizzie's temple and Rose's forehead.

"I can't believe that we created something so beautiful, Will. Can you believe how perfect she is?" Lizzie asked smiling down at Rose, brown eyes meeting blue.

"I fall more in love with her every day, just as I do with you. I never thought that I could love anyone or anything as much as I love either of you. Do you know how lovely you are my Rose? You and your Mama are the most amazing things in the entire world. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for either of you, I hope you never forget that," Darcy said as he wrapped his arm around Lizzie's waist, pulling her closer to him. "You two have filled my life with so much love and happiness that it seems a sin to be so incandescently happy."

"I can only tell you that I feel the same, my love. Just a few years ago did you ever think that we could have a life this perfect together?" Lizzie asked. "Irrevocably in love, married, and now with the most beautiful baby girl that England has ever seen?"

"I confess, sweetheart, that after your rejection at Rosings I feared that this life, the life I dreamed of with you, was never going to be possible. But when your affections changed, and I daresay my love and desire for you only grew, this dream was finally within my reach. But never in my wildest dreams was it ever this perfect. I wouldn't change a thing about the past, it is what led us to this amazing life that we are living now."

Rose started to fuss, only to regain the attention of her parents to let them know that she was in need of some breakfast.

"Well, someone is hungry," Lizzie said as she smiled down at her baby. "Sweetheart, could you get someone to bring up our breakfast this morning, I confess I don't want to leave this room for a while."

"Of course, my love. I'll tend to that while you feed to her." Darcy only had to leave the room for a moment before he found one of the servants and requested that their breakfast for the day be brought up to their room. When we reentered the master bedroom to find Lizzie propped up against several pillows with their daughter at her breast suckling greedily, her tiny hand wrapped around one of Lizzie's fingers and her big blue eyes focused on her mother. "Looks like someone was very hungry," Darcy chuckled as he slid onto the bed, being careful not to disturb the baby.

"Very hungry this morning, but she's a growing girl, aren't you Rose?" Rose suckled a little while longer, until her little tummy was full. Lizzie handed the baby off to her husband who burped her as Lizzie put on her dressing gown and rejoined her little family on the bed, snuggling closely into her husband's arms. Both Lizzie and Darcy smiled down at their daughter and were rewarded with a beautiful toothless infant smile.

"How are you this morning, Mr. Darcy?" Lizzie asked flirtatiously, followed by a brief, but passionate kiss filled with love and adoration.

"Never been happier, Mrs. Darcy," he replied with a smile. "And how about you, Miss Darcy?" he asked his beautiful little Rose, who replied with a contented gurgle, wrapping both of her tiny hands around her parents fingers. The lives of the Darcys of Pemberley couldn't get much better.

So what did you think? It's my first ever fanfic, so be kind ;) Should I build on this story? Please R&R!