|Fitzwilliam Darcy (mrdarcy_) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2018-10-07 22:58:00
|Entry tags:||fitzwilliam darcy, ~ash sully|
Who? Darcy & Ashley
Where? Their apartment
When? Sunday night / Monday morning
What? Darcy's all grown up
It had been a very normal evening. Ashley had been working late, but Jane had appeared with dinner, and then Robert had appeared even though he was meant to be away through the latest door with some friends. He'd claimed that Amsterdam was 'boring', but Jane had given her father a knowing look. Robert had secretly missed them, but he wasn't about to admit to it. He was a boy who liked to act like he was very worldly and independent, but Darcy knew that he was more of a family man than he let on.
They'd ate, Robert had regaled them with the more palatable stories of his vacation, and they'd had a rather heated game of scrabble that had involved calling Aunt Georgiana to make sure their father wasn't "making up regency words again".
Eventually they'd retired for the evening, and Darcy had read a couple of chapters of a novel before he fell asleep. At some point in the night, he rolled over and felt the warmth of his wife next to him. She'd obviously finished her shift and just slipped quietly into bed. Instinctively, he curled up against her, wrapping an arm around her waist and just letting her curls tickle at his nose.