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“You do realise I might not be pregnant yet, right?” Sophie mumbled sleepily as she woke to her husband’s gentle kisses on her belly — a habit he’d picked up over the past week. It was a serene, pleasantly cool summer morning, and all she could think of was the softness of the mattress beneath her and the warmth of Benedict’s touch. She could easily spend the whole day in bed, an idea that would certainly delight the man beside her.

“Mm,” he hummed before leaving one final kiss and straightening up to meet her gaze. “But what if you are? What if there’s a mini Sophie growing inside you?”

Or, Benophie talk about their future children.

“𝘮𝘳. 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥.”

In which Benedict Bridgerton renames his and Sophie’s home.

Starting a new life can always prove demanding and even challenging — unless you’re spending it with the love of your life.

Or,

A collection of drabbles featuring Benedict and Sophie’s life at My (Our) Cottage as a married couple.

An idyllic night finds Benedict and Sophie in a conservatory, sheltered in each other’s arms.

The romantic setting lays the foundation for a romantic, almost fairytale-like proposal. Life, however, is not a fairytale. And Sophie had always lived in reality.

Or,

Benedict asks Sophie to elope with him, leaving everyone and everything behind.

While the Bridgerton House slept, two people stayed awake to indulge in an act the day would never allow: simply being together.

An unusually agitated Violet seeks her mother to read her a bedtime story. Little does Sophie realise that behind the innocent request lies a deeper need for reassurance.

Benedict Bridgerton and Sophie Baek attend Phillip Cavender's annual masquerade party with only one thought in mind: to make it to midnight, so they can get out of there. That is, until they find each other.

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A modern Benophie masquerade AU written for Benophie Day.

Benedict & Sophie as Erik & Christine from The Phantom of the Opera 🎭🖤

Amor (ˈ𝘦𝘪𝘮ɔ𝘳) noun 1. the ancient Roman god of love; Cupid

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Or, Benedict's thoughts as he first lays eyes on Sophie at the masquerade.

“She's too smart for you, but I'm glad she makes you happy,” she commented and he couldn't help but snort at her comment. “Do you make her happy too?” Eloise asked, catching him off guard.

Did he?

Images of Sophie—frustrated and hurt by his offer—flashed through his mind. Tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, stoic expressions, and guarded gazes haunted his thoughts.

But he could also recall her secret smiles every time she saw him appear in front of her while she was working. The passionate embraces, the erotic sounds that slipped from her throat, the tender touches, and all the contented moments they shared.

“Sometimes,” he admitted in a small voice, a response as truthful as it could get. He couldn't lie to his sister.

She grew thoughtful at that. “Doesn't she deserve better than sometimes?”

She deserves the whole world, Benedict mused. And I wish I could give it to her.

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Or, Eloise and Benedict talk about Sophie.

“Do me a favour,” he hoarsely said after a while, and he gently got hold of her chin to turn her face to meet his heated gaze. His green eyes were so intense that she almost looked away from them. “Whenever you feel that way, come here. Trust me, it will make it better. I know it will.”

I know it will. As the phrase kept echoing in her head, Sophie believed the words to be true. Benedict was certainly talking from his own experience. She could almost imagine him looking at his own sketch of her, or rather the lady in silver, reminiscing about their time together and hoping to find her again. How much had he hurt because of her?

His eyes never left hers as he continued. “And keep in mind that if your thoughts drift to me, mine are already consumed by you. All day, every day.”

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Or, Benedict catches Sophie looking at his portrait.