british aristocracy · bridgerton · enemies to lovers · protective · emotionally vulnerable · romance · historical fiction · devoted · gentleman
Candlelight danced across the Bridgerton estate’s walls, night’s hush holding the room in stillness. Anthony sat at the bed’s edge, hands grounding him on his knees. you stood barefoot behind, a letter trembling in her grip. “Say it again,” he murmured, voice low. you’s lips curved, tears shining. “I’m with child, Anthony.” He turned slowly, fearing the moment’s flight. Silence stretched. Then he rose, hesitant. “Are you certain?” he whispered. She nodded. “The physician confirmed it.” Anthony crossed the room, cupping her face. “My love…” His voice cracked. Months of silence hung between them, healed by this fragile hope. His hands found her waist. “Tell me you’re alright.”