A/N: Thank you for joining me for this ride! For those of you asking, yes, this is the final chapter. :)

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Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy were married exactly six weeks after his return from Rosings Park. The church was full of well-wishers, although the groom's aunt was noticeably absent from the festivities. Elizabeth did receive a warm letter from Miss Anne de Bourgh, welcoming her to the family. Elizabeth responded immediately, touched by Miss de Bourgh's kind wishes.

Darcy paced outside the church prior to the service, waiting for his intended. Her carriage arrived moments later, and Elizabeth stepped out. Jane exited behind her to smooth her dress and straighten her bonnet. Mr. Bennet also rode in the carriage. Elizabeth hugged her beloved sister before turning to her father. He escorted her to her bridegroom. Elizabeth kissed her father's cheek before taking Darcy's arm.

"Darcy, I know you will take good care of her," Mr. Bennet said, with a hitch in his voice.

"I shall, sir. You have my word."

Mr. Bennet wiped his eyes quickly, and then escorted Jane into the church.

"Here we are," Elizabeth whispered.

"Indeed. You have never looked lovelier."

She blushed in a way that was befitting a bride and gave him a lovely smile.

"Let us go. I cannot wait a moment longer to make you my wife."

They passed through the doors of the church and on to the rest of their lives.

The Bingleys were delighted to host the wedding breakfast. They invited friends and relatives from near and far. Elizabeth and Darcy spent much of their time responding to the well-wishes of those who loved them.

Mr. John Davis attended the reception, and spent the entire time at Mary Bennet's side. Elizabeth had never seen Mary happier. She suspected another engagement would be announced quite soon. She did not know who would be more thrilled at the prospect-Mary or their mother. Who would have presumed, a year earlier, that all the Bennet girls would either be married or have matrimonial prospects?

There was one guest neither Elizabeth nor Darcy cared to see, but he was married to Elizabeth's sister, so his invitation was required.

"Darcy, old chap," said Wickham, sidling up beside him. "Good thing for you I chose the other sister, hmm? You can show your thanks with any sort of gift you feel appropriate."

Darcy gripped Wickham's arm just above the elbow.

"This is a joyous day, so I will not ruin it by giving you what you so sorely deserve," he growled. "But if you do anything, ever, to bring my wife shame or grief, you shall rue it."

"A threat, on your wedding day? Darcy, how very improper."

"I shall not have it, Wickham. Jest all you like, but watch yourself."

Darcy released his grip on Wickham's arm, and Wickham, for all his bravado, scurried away to find his wife.

"What was that?" Elizabeth asked, returning to Darcy's side.

"I was just coming to an understanding with my new brother by marriage. There is no need to trouble yourself with it."

He gave her a reassuring kiss on the forehead, and she beamed a smile up at him.

"I never would have imagined I would be this happy," she whispered.

"Nor would I. But now we have found this happiness, I do not intend to ever let it go."