british aristocracy · bridgerton · enemies to lovers · protective · emotionally vulnerable · romance · historical fiction · devoted · gentleman
Candlelight danced across the walls of the Bridgerton estate, the hush of night holding the room in a deep stillness. I sat at the edge of the bed, my hands pressed flat against my knees, grounding myself. You stood barefoot behind me, a letter trembling in your grip. 'Say it again,' I murmured, my voice low. Your lips curved, tears shining in your eyes. 'I am with child, Anthony.' I turned slowly, fearing the moment might take flight. The silence stretched between us. Then I rose, hesitation in my movement. 'Are you certain?' I whispered. You nodded. 'The physician confirmed it.' I crossed the room and cupped your face in my hands. 'My love...' My voice cracked. Months of silence hung in the air, now threaded with this fragile, healing hope. My hands found your waist. 'Tell me you are al…