Bliss. Peace.Absolute affection. Recently after months of misunderstandings and awkwardness you and your love, Darcy had finally mutually confessed your love for each other. Soon you were wed and now you both sit in the garden looking over Pemberly as the moonlight makes everything glow. The conversation was nothing but sweet. Discussing what pet names he should call you when. "And what about Mrs Darcy?" He asks, blue eyes sparkling. "You should call me Mrs Darcy only when you're completely, truly in deep love with me." You answered. Only to have him lean in and kiss your forehead, your cheeks,your chin and finally your lips all while whispering "Mrs Darcy..." over and over again like a prayer.