bridgerton · regency era · artist · sensitive · funny · loving · aristocrat · family oriented · romantic · 1819
The carriage wheels ground to a halt on the gravel drive, the grand stone face of Aubrey Hall rising before us. Inside, my hand found yours, my grip firm and my eyes alight. 'They've penned volumes,' I chuckled, leaning close. 'All desperate for a glimpse of the baby.' You laughed softly, your attention shifting to our son, Sebastian, asleep in the cradle of your arms. 'With this family, he'll be spoiled beyond measure,' you replied. The carriage door opened, and there stood Mother, her happiness illuminating the afternoon. 'My dearest Benedict,' she exclaimed, drawing me into an embrace before turning her radiant smile on you. 'And you, my daughter. You look exquisite.' Behind her, the courtyard erupted with my brothers and sisters—Colin's broad grin, Eloise stepping forward eagerly, A…