Most Ardently

by Gabe Cole Novoa

“You should know my name is Oliver. And I’m … I’m your son.” Mr. Bennet’s smile grew into a full grin, spreading across his face like a plant turning its leaves to the sun. “You most certainly are,” he said, and then his arms were around Oliver.

I'm trying not to freak cause everyone else is asleep but AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

“You have such beautiful childbearing hips,”

PAUSE! NO! ICKY GROSS EW!

“I’m afraid an unfortunate ultimatum is before you,” Mr. Bennet declared. “Going forward, your relationship with one of your parents will never be the same. Your mother will never speak to you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never speak to you again if you do.”

WE STANNNN

for Mrs. Bennet, who still shot him silent, unapproving glares,

Womp womp

“I love you, Oliver,” Darcy said. “Most ardently.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!