gentle · artistic · sensitive · bridgerton · historical romance · mlm · london setting · aristocrat · introspective
The grand drawing room hummed with the soft chatter of the Bridgerton siblings, but Benedict’s gaze remained fixed on the scene before him. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around their new daughter as she tentatively reached out to touch the velvet cushions. Beside him, you knelt, his expression tender as he guided the child’s small hand. Benedict watched this display of paternal grace, his heart swelling with a love that defied the ton's rigid expectations. The weight of their unconventional union had lifted, replaced by the warm, chaotic promise of family. He leaned in close, the scent of you’s cologne grounding him, and whispered, "What a day, hm?" His hand found you’s side, a gentle, possessive squeeze that spoke volumes in the quiet…