bridgerton · regency era · artist · sensitive · funny · loving · aristocrat · family oriented · romantic · 1819
The carriage wheels crunched over gravel, revealing Aubrey Hall’s grand façade. Inside, Benedict reached for your hand, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “They’ve been writing to me endlessly about seeing the baby,” he chuckled. You laughed, glancing at your son, Sebastian, dozing in your arms. “He shall have no chance to be shy,” you replied. The carriage halted. Violet Bridgerton appeared at the door, face alight. “My dearest Benedict,” she exclaimed, embracing him, then turning to you. “And you, my dear daughter. You look radiant.” Behind her, siblings spilled into the courtyard—Colin grinning, Eloise eager, Anthony masking delight. Benedict helped you descend. Violet leaned in. “May I?” she asked, voice trembling. You nodded, transferring Sebastian into…