Today is MY day! Totally selfish I shall be! Spending the day doing what I most enjoy doing – WRITING!! Somewhere in there I will visit with my lovely daughter, who already took me to lunch and a movie yesterday, and tonight my husband will treat me to a nice dinner. I suppose the diet is dispensed with for one day. LOL!
On top of that fun, I planned my blog day at Austen Authors for today. How better to enjoy myself then hanging out with you all here AND my fabulous author buddies? I know I am excited. To stay with the theme of birthdays I am chatting about the many birthdays I have written about for Darcy and Lizzy. Who can forget the surprise party that took Mr. Darcy unawares? Who can forget the day of 23 presents for Lizzy? Who can forget the day of Alexander’s birth? Not me! Birthdays have frequently been a theme in my saga and I wanted to share that with everyone who wandered by Austen Authors on this 26th day of October.
What I did NOT anticipate or plan was the surprise that my fellow author friends had set up for me! I can’t even begin to describe how amazing the celebration they pulled off completely without me knowing or the depth of how this has touched me. Please come over to see what they did and to thank them for being so incredible. I have to say this is the best birthday I have had in ages!
As a special treat from me to you, and keeping with the birthday theme, here is an excerpt from my novella. In A Darcy Christmas another Darcy birth is celebrated, just in time for the holiday! Here is a tasty treat, IF you don’t mind spoilers!
Finally, as the mantel clock chimed one o’clock, they rose to return to their bedchamber. They knew they would be woken in a mere four or five hours, Alexander catapulting onto his father with all the exuberance of a youngster anxious to open his presents.
Darcy halted her at the top of the Grand Staircase, pulling her into a firm embrace where they stood just under the enormous kissing bough that was yearly redecorated with fresh greenery and polished until gleaming.
“One kiss under the Darcy bough,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to brush over hers. “It shall bring us luck.”
“You are a superstitious man, Mr. Darcy.”
“Or simply grasping onto another opportunity to kiss my stunning wife.”
Who knows how long the kiss may have continued if not for the strange popping sensation Lizzy felt from the recesses of her loins that was followed by a gush of warm fluid streaming down her thighs into a puddle on the marble floor. She gasped, jerking out of Darcy’s arms, and exclaimed a shrill, “Oh my!”
Darcy was perplexed for about two seconds before processing the information and meeting his wife’s embarrassed and startled eyes. He was jubilant! His eyes sparkled, the grin spreading over his face reaching from ear to ear. “A Christmas baby! Ha! Once again, my dearest, I am immeasurably thrilled that you never do anything as it is expected of you!” And with a booming laugh he swept her into his arms.
“The boys will be disappointed that I ruined their Christmas!”
“Nonsense. They will consider their sister the best gift of all.”
And he was correct on both counts. The boys were overjoyed to greet their newest sibling later that afternoon, loving her wholeheartedly and forever, even if Noella Holly Jane Darcy would prove in time to be puckish, high-spirited, and fiery as often as she was loveable, generous, and jocose.