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It was a special thing, to have one’s reflection in harmony with who they were.
Darcy? Bingley wanted him to spend the day with him and Darcy?
Oliver met his gaze with an arched eyebrow. Darcy’s face tinged pink,
“Careful,” Oliver said softly, “if you’re too gentlemanlike, I might think you’re trying to court me.”
“I like to think it means that the people and things I do enjoy are special. I appreciate them more than I would otherwise, I think.”
“I believe I said I loathe them, which is absolutely true. But I’d be willing to teach you nevertheless, if you wanted to learn.”
“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,”
“As such, I’ve decided it would be in everyone’s best interest for me to marry one of you. Originally I thought Jane would be the ideal wife, but after I came to learn she was already nearly engaged to another, I realized the second-eldest daughter was also perfectly acceptable. Given that, I believe that we should marry.”
“I can’t imagine,” Darcy said, “that you could ever be unextraordinary.”
The choked gasping noise Lady Catherine made may have been appropriate if she was having a heart attack in front of them all, but alas he wasn’t so fortunate.
It could be so easy, but the world made it so difficult.
“If you must thank me,” he said, turning his gaze back to Oliver, “I won’t deny that my desire to make you happy was the strongest of my motivating forces. I thought only of you.”
“I love you, Oliver,” Darcy said. “Most ardently.”











































